Bloody Desires

CHAPTER 1: A Stressful Day Indeed

Since ancient civilization began and hierarchies between men developed, we learned to dream. However, when greed kicks in, these dreams become desires. Desires which drives us to obtain them at any cost, whether good or bad.

A limousine stops in front of a bar named "Bloody Desires". A man who seems to be in his 40s, wearing a trench coat and a hat steps out. He looks like a 90s spy you see in old films trying so hard not to be recognized. He steps inside the bar and sits in front of the bartender. The bar looks like any typical bar except for the large chandelier, an aquarium with piranhas and two large grizzly guards wearing black coats, ties, slacks, and shoes standing by the door.

The man orders a bloody Mary. When the drink arrives, he taps the glass cup a few times, 3 times to be exact, looks at one of the large guards by the door and says,

Trench Coat Man: The piranhas look hungry.

Unknown to the few others inside the bar, this is a code used by members of a secret organization. The guard lowers his sunglasses a little, looks at the man with one eyebrow raised. He then walks to the piranhas and feeds it a piece of meat. The guard presses a button under the aquarium unseen. The man then goes inside the bathroom, goes to the furthest stall, and stands in front of the toilet paper dispenser. He then grasps the dispenser and turns it counter clockwise. He then drops to a hole under his feet.

He lands on a red couch in a red room. A door facing the couch opens and a man in his 50s appears; wearing a lab coat, tall, slim, white hair, bags under his eyes, a mad scientist look to be exact except much formal, not crazy looking and do not have a hunchback.

Lab Coat Man: Ah Mr. Lee welcome back, what brings you today.

Mr. Lee: Thank you Dr. Ziam. As always, I am here to relieve some "stress".

Dr. Ziam: I see. Does this stress involve your wife or your children?

Mr. Lee: I would like my wife for today, if you do not mind.

Dr. Ziam: I do not mind at all. Please wait a few minutes until all preparations are finished.

A few minutes later, Dr. Ziam accompanies Mr. Lee to a white room where a woman in her 40s was strapped to an inclined table, naked and unconscious. It appears to be Mrs. Lee, or a clone of her looking exactly like her with those blonde, long, silky hair, hourglass figure and smooth white skin; a trophy wife labeled by many. She has a digital bracelet around her right wrist. A TV monitoring her heartbeat is on the wall. A table with different tools and apparatuses is on the side.

Mr. Lee: Ah, my lovely useless wife let us make you a bit more relaxed for now.

He grabs an injection filled with a mixture made by Dr. Ziam. It is a concoction of paralytic drugs and caffeine to keep the body relaxed, reducing involuntary muscle movement, and blood loss and slightly reduce pain felt while keeping the test subject awake. He then grabs a needle with some sort of reinforced string.

Mr. Lee: Now let me sew those red luscious lips of yours so I will not hear your yapping anymore!

After a few minutes of sewing and waiting for the drug's effect to take effect, he slaps the clone of Mrs. Lee waking her. After waking up, the clone realizes what situation she is in and starts crying.

Mr. Lee: Good morning, love. Do you want me to do your nails? I will clip them all out perfectly!

He then grabs pliers on the table. As Mr. Lee walks toward the table, the clone begins to tremble and shakes her head feverously. Mr. Lee grabs her right hand and carefully clasps one of his wife's fingernails with the pliers. He then yanks it out in no time at all, causing the clone to cry out in pain. He then proceeds with all the fingernails and even the toe nails splashing blood and nails to the floor. Some blood even found its way to his shirt, pants and his grinning face.

Mr. Lee: Let us do your hair next! I will give you the hottest look there is!

He then proceeds to grab a lighter in the table and puts the clone's hair in flames! As the clone shakes her head feverously and tries to scream at the same time. While this is happening, Mr. Lee is laughing wickedly at the sight. After a while, the flame dies down and the clone's scalp is burnt and even some of her forehead, ears and her eyebrows.

Mr. Lee: While we are at it, let us remove some of your body hair.

He then grabs some sort of wax on the table and spreads it across the woman's legs. He then grabs some sort of paper and covers the wax on the legs.

Mr. Lee: This might be a bit painful but I think you can bear with it. I know you are used to this. Okay one, two, and three!

The clone tries to scream in agony while Mr. Lee is pulling the paper and wax from her legs, blood going everywhere. The image was terrifying, not only the hair was removed but also all the skin that the wax has contacted with. You could see the blood spilling, veins pulsating and muscles ripped. Mr. Lee then grabs the wax on the floor.

Mr. Lee: Oops sorry, I thought it was wax, its some sort of super glue. At least all the hairs are gone and I think none will ever grow back! Next are your armpits and pubes!

He then proceeds to do the same to the other leg and armpits. When he was about to pull the paper covering the woman's genitals, the TV announces that the clone is dead. He then proceeds to the bathroom. He cleans himself and wears a suit that hangs to the wall. He then goes to a laboratory down the hall to talk to Dr. Ziam.

Mr. Lee: Thank you for the stress reliever Doc. May I recommend making your clones a bit ... sturdy? I have not finished what I was doing when the clone died.

Dr. Ziam: Do not worry Mr. Lee, I am improving the drug we use on the clones at the moment to make them bleed less and even increase their threshold of pain for my clients delight.

Mr. Lee: I am looking forward to that Doctor.

Mr. Lee then walks back to the lobby and turns to a steel door. He then steps outside to see himself in a sewer near the river. A car was waiting for him to deliver him home.