The Games of Alastor

Chapter One

I sighed. Here we go again, I thought. I grabbed a lemon zester and walked into the room. Just like your cliche horror movie. I had set the table in the middle of the room and a chair was nailed to the ground. Of course, there were blood stains on the wall. I have many people I need to ask questions to. Some are messier than most.

I also needed to have chains to hold the people down. I laughed. They can't just randomly escape. The chains I use have very sharp points sticking out of the chain so that the wire will go into the person's flesh to where it touches the bone. Just some extra pain won't hurt, right? Anyways, I stepped into the dingy room. I had someone sitting in the chair.

He was put in the chains I had. The chains were put on the ceiling so his hands were up in the air. His head was down like he was hung over. His eyes were almost black from the wasp spray that was sprayed in his eyes for a minute straight. And he thought we were done. Classic.

    He must have felt my presence because he lifted his head up slowly. Good, he was awake. His wrist was of course in blood from the spikes I have from the chains.

    "Morning, Sunshine," I said to him. "Ready for another round."
    His eyes started to tear up. "Please," he whimpered. "God please no. No." I shook my head. They always beg. "Sorry, bud. Not my choice," I answered.

    "Then whose choice is it then? The devil himself?" he asked. I chuckled, "Worse."
"No," he said once more. "Why can't you kill me? Why can't you do me one simple favor and just kill me?"
    And they always ask that. "Because," I said, in a singsong tone. "That would be too easy for me and you," I smiled.

    "Fine," he said, "fine. Just get it over with." I shrugged. "If you say so." I set down the lemon zester that I brought in. I walked over to him and unbuckled the chains around his wrists. I slowly brought his hand down slowly and noticed four holes going through his skin. He winced at the pain and I smiled. "What now?" he asked through a sob. I picked it up. He looked at me like I was insane. I was.

"Wha-" he trembled. "You are going to take this and scrape it across your arm or I will slash it across your face," I told him.

His eyes started to water up again. "God please-" he started. "There is no god that can help you now," I interrupted, this time in a more somber tone. I handed him the lemon zester. He unwillingly took it.

    He squeezed his eyes shut and scraped it across his left forearm. Streaks of blood started running down his arm. He pulled it away flecks of skin came with. I could start to smell the scent of iron from his blood and I heard him whimpering. "Again," I commanded.

            He did. Flecks of skin caught in the ridges of the zester and fell to the floor as his blood out pouring down his arm. He clenched his teeth so hard from the shearing pain I could hear them almost break. I could hear and see his layers of skin being broken and torn by the kitchen tool. Claret blood continued to fall and drip from his arm and he was still crying. He ran it down his arm one last time before I told him to stop. I took the lemon zester now that is covered in blood and flesh.

His arm was now a gore-filled mess. Tears still running down his cheeks. "Wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked him. "The pain from that was gnawing and excruciating. It felt like my skin was being pulled by shards of glass trying to skin me alive," he answered me. "It's not supposed to feel good," I said. I walked behind him and took his arm that wasn't in pieces and put it back in the chain. I buckled the chain around his arm and felt the spikes go through his skin and touch his bone.

It might have even gone through one of his blood vessels. I did the same for his other arm. His skin was hanging off from his bone and blood was still streaming down. When I lifted that arm up to put it in his chain he let out a short scream. I made a small smile at his suffering. I put the chains on that wrist, picked up the zester, and just walked out of the room without saying anything.

    As soon I shut the door the man behind it let out a blood-curdling scream. I'm surprised he even had the strength to do so.