𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 by A.P.Mary

10.

"Did you smash the headphone?" Emanuele nods before me; the dim light of the obscure van makes everything hard to see, with eventual street lights that enlighten the space for half a second.

I watch a blank space on the wall with eyes so tired that in seconds I threaten to fall asleep, and the sound of the engine roaring in my ears increases the desire to kill myself.

I started dancing with her unconscious body towards the van, and when we drove off, I almost thought she died as her head hit the ground loudly.

We enter a tunnel, and for more than five seconds I can observe her unconscious body lying on a wooden box, facing upwards, her hair leaving her face. I pull her dress to cover her, and as I do, I briskly notice the snake tattoo she spoke about in the car. I watch as Giacomo touches her face to remove the last strands of hair remaining, applying thick black tape over her mouth.

"Ain't you pretty?" Giacomo whispers to himself, and as it escapes his lips, my hand impulsively jerks, instinctively wanting to slap his shit out. I almost swallowed that damn pill as I kissed her, and the little amount of product that went on my tongue is making me feel dizzy as hell. I take a small rock and throw it at him, hitting his nose.

"Ouch, the hell was that for?" Oh no, he's throwing a fit now.

"Creep," I mutter, lying my head on the wooden box before me and sighing out loud. The van stops, and I struggle to get up from my place, but after I do, I take her in my arms, directing ourselves to the basement, where her new beautiful room waits patiently to be claimed.

After we dress the princess with white pajamas over the dress to cover her, I wrapped her with industrial tape onto the iron chair, which was fixed to the rocky floor with screws. She cut her hair so that it rests just a few inches under her shoulders, making the tape process easier for both of us. It suits her. Emanuele reaches us with a metal detector, inspecting her body for any microchips and microphones, and after she's considered clear, Iuliano comes down to take medical measurements, just to control the reactions of his new pill on a human.

At the end, she's good to go, or, well, not go. We leave her there, innocently waiting for tomorrow's judgment day.

~

I hear the notifier advertising me noise was detected in the basement, waking me up from my half coma. I put on jeans and a black t-shirt, my hair going in ways I never thought it could, leaving my room with eagerness to see our guest. I stomp on every stair with a hard foot, making my presence known, and after arriving at the metal door, I put my finger on the screen, opening it.

"Good morning " I smirk, looking at her, sitting there with relaxed eyes, ready to murder a human being by just staring at it. I move slowly, inch by inch, making my way in front of her, crouching to arrive at her height. Muffled noise comes from her taped mouth, and I observe how she tries to fight her anesthetized body by making failed sudden moves. I laugh,feeling the sour taste in my mouth and every dark sound leaving it. "Oh, you don't know how much I've waited to see this day; I've dreamed about it, you know?" I caressed her hair with bland movements. "Shall we talk?" She looks me dead in the eyes and doesn't make any signs.

"I think you look wonderful with the back tape on your mouth too, but you aren't here for your pretty face, are you?" She shakes her head, and I smile with lazy eyes. Fuck that pill. "I repeat, shall we?" This time, she nods.

I take no time to grab the end of the tape and pull the shit out of it, along with pieces of skin from her lips, leaving them bleeding out.

She lets out a belted scream. "Fuck," she says as she adjusts herself on the chair, her hair going into her mouth as she talks. I take a hair band and go behind her, grabbing her hair and tying it up. "You decided to manipulate the shit out of me, and now you worry about my hair. How generous of you," she nagged in a low, raspy tone.