Death's Bitter Embrace (#Wattys2015)

Act II, Chapter XVIII: Succumb

As we arrive at the Inferno, Rory awakes from his slumber, what a nice 'sleep' that must've been! He comes to his senses and starts screaming, how could you blame him with what I had already done to him? I pull up to the gate with the golden yellow Lotus and kill the engine, it was my time to shine in the black of night. Rory would finally satisfy my ever-growing hunger for bloodlust.

    I get out of the car-which was very low and hard for me to get out of-but it was a super car, what could really expect? I grab Rory by his arms, yes, the broken one too and drag him out of the car, wouldn't want his filth in my car any longer to what it needed to be. He was still screaming but two things drowned those screamed out;
The thick piece of linen in his mouth acting as a makeshift gag
The music I was listening to on my Phone, it was a huge playlist of all the songs I loved.

    I knew that he would wake sooner or later, so I put my music on full blast so I couldn't hear his agonising screams. Although I loved listening to my victims screaming for help, I couldn't stand Rory's pleas because he knew it was me, so he was calling me every name under the sun...well at least trying to anyway, I don't particularly like being called names, one of the reason why McDouchebag ticks me off so much.

    I tied his arms behind his head with some rope that I had bought while he was out cold, I put the rope over my shoulder and start dragging him down the beaten path; dirt, shit, leaves and mud covered Rory from head to toe. Occasionally I would stop and kick him in the ribs a few times to make him squirm, his injury count was already almost off the charts.

    With a broken arm, crushed nose, fractured left kneecap, destroyed genitalia, a bruised head...blah blah blah, the list could go on almost forever. But, he still had a lot of torture to go, I hadn't even started hurting him yet...well not seriously anyway.

    I finally get to the huge clock tower after a while of pulling my weight and McDouchebag's. It was even more spectacular up close, the clock face was stained a yellow colour, almost as golden yellow as the lotus but over time the intensity had faded to a more dull yellow. A creature's hand print of some sort was also in the bottom quartile of the face, and judging from what I had seen in the past few weeks-it had something to do with Lucifer.

    I walk inside and see the half of the bell in just about a million pieces and the other half hanging by a thread. I drag McDouchebag up all the stairs to the tip of the iceberg, the top of the tower. It took me about an hour but this torture wouldn't run on a fixed time limit, I have time, so Rory's torture will be drawn out as long as possible, it will be glorious to draw it out.

    Rory was covered in crimson red blood gushing from his head, his head bobbing up and down everytime I dragged him up each stair. McDouchebag was still screaming his lungs out-speaking of lungs, I wonder when they will give out on him so he can't scream anymore-just waiting was killing me.

    I get to the top of the stairs after an hour of dragging and listening to Rory carry on, but he hasn't even felt real pain yet, real pain will come soon enough for him, but soon enough couldn't come fast enough. Revenge is sweet when it is well deserved, Rory would feel true revenge, he would feel my wrath.

    McDouchebag had passed out from the 'pain', his head still spouting blood his arm still ripped out of its skin, his bruises getting larger as time grew on. I lowered the bell-well what was left of it-down to ground level, or just above it and proceeded to throw Rory down the 12 flights of stairs I just dragged him up. But, there was method to my madness, there always is.

    This would give Rory a sense of vertigo-a feeling of not knowing which way was up-and confuse him, giving him an intensified feeling of pain, and and even better reaction, plus this would break a few more ribs and loosen his bones up for when I torture him. I woke him up before I threw him down as not waking him up wouldn't give him the sense of vertigo-what fun would that be?

    As Rory hits the ground I hear the thud and then a powerful and loud scream, it was my turn to take the plunge, down the 12 flights of stairs, down into the 40 metre abyss. I grab Angel out of my jacket and use her as my stabilizer, to stop me from plummeting to my horrific death. I vault the metal railing, not scared; but exhilarated.

    As I near closer and closer to the ground I prepare for the landing. I throw Angel to the ground, still free-falling; she would absorb the shock of hitting the ground for me, I would land safely on the ground and the only thing injured would be the tiles on the ground.

    It all happened so quickly, Angel consumed the shock of hitting the ground and spontaneously releasing a small yet punishing shock wave of her own, I land on the ground-one knee hitting the ground softly while my foot touched down. I bowed my head so I couldn't break my neck.

    I had landed. I hear the click of a camera button a second after I had landed, I adjust my gaze so I could see what happened, Alex was there smiling with a professional camera in her delicate hands, she had taken a photo of me when I landed, she said seven words that made me smile as Cal stalked out of the shadows:

"We wouldn't miss this for the world" she exclaims as Rory—still dazed and confused—stopped screaming and passed out yet again from the 'pain' he felt. Death was coming, and she was coming fast.