He was staring at his cigarette and following the smoke in its path. His fixated gaze on the burnt filter faltered and he put out the cigarette in the empathy ashtray, letting out a heavy cloud of smoke. He quietly sighed for all his sleepless nights.
The sound of his rough, unfettered steps came from the end of the room. The sound of a man's groan in the basement was heard, a smirk quietly coated his lips.
He got up and took the alcohol bottle from the ice bath, filling up his glass with champagne and holding it between his fingers. He drew the thick curtain so his eyes would be covered by the outside street and the sun glaze.
When his eyes locked on the kid on the side of the street he paused for seconds and stared at him, time stopped... for a couple of moments he stared at the boy and held the curtain between his thumb and index finger.
His eyes stayed fixed on the boy until there was nothing left other than a dot from him. He was running and laughing and Harry just looked at him as he disappeared. His raised eyebrows and scowling feature turned to the gramophone and turned it off.
Silence...
The eternal and endless silence that would sometimes turn off his chaotic and deranged mind, giving him some peaceful moments alone. He sat on the chair and lit his second cigarette.
With the low ringing sound of his phone, he turned to look at the screen and picked it up from the table, lifting a hand to his chin.
"Styles?"
The familiar voice filled his ear. He released the smoke of his second cigarette into the thick and heavy air of the room. He raised his chin and leaned back on the chair.
"What's the job?"
Harry's rough deviant voice scared Carmen even from behind the phone.
"I have a job for you Styles... It's going be good money." Carmen said and Harry regained some strength by sensing his anxious tone.
"What job?"
Harry said and put out his half finished cigarette.
He placed his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, dragging his thumb over his lips, focusing all his senses, thoughts and mind on the familiar voice on the other end of the line.
"You know what job... I'm sending you the details and the address right now, I just want his corpse, I don't care what you do, take out the eyes, chop off the head or whatever. I just need a piece to throw at his father's feet" He said and hung up.
Harry touched his chin, lifting up his shoulders and turned to his laptop. When the screen lit up he looked at his emails and found the email that was sent to his fake email address.
The description showed a young boy who looked about 23-22 years old, light skin, American or maybe European or even Irish... straight brown hair with blue eyes, a beautiful face that Harry would keep for himself if the 5 million would not be transferred into his bank account.
Harry smirked and bit his lips and closed his email tap, opening the website. He entered his password and connected to the server, just like the deep web, it was full of disgust and horror. Full of murder, rape, pain and pain and pain...
Harry was a murderer, but hated uploading the pictures of people like this. He would never post pictures of his victims on deep web like this. He would keep all the pain and torture happening under his hands to himself, just for himself...
After reviewing his jobs for this week, he closed his eyes from fatigue and pressed them together. He opened his eyes again, his tired gaze stayed fixated on the door but his body didn't want to move, not even an inch. He didn't bat an eye last night, not even for a second and now the weight of fatigue was pressing down on his shoulders.
He nodded to himself and slowly raised from the chair, and moved to the hallway, pushing down his hands into his pockets and pursed his lips together, softly whistling an old song as he went on.
"Elliot?"
He called his name like signing a song.
"Ell..iooot?"
His humming would get louder as he got closer to the basement, so did his laughter.
"Ellli....ottt Ellioo...oot ... why you're not talking Elliot?"
He opened the basement door and gazed at the guy who was pinned to the cross on the wall.
"Good morning Elliot..."
Harry laughed and his fingers gripped right around the chin of the lifeless and faint feature of the guy. Raising up his heavy head and stealing a kiss from his lips.
Harry looked at the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and brought his face closer which made the lifeless and worn-out body of Elliot tremble.
He did try to escape... but no! There was no way to escape from the devil's hands who kept him prisoned in his claws... no way to escape.
Harry's warm and burning tongue licked Elliot's cold skin, bringing him to the edge of madness and despair. His determined fingers brought down Elliot's chin to allow access for him to bite Elliot's pink lips with his teeth, bringing his body closer and dragging his tongue on his wounds and starting to sucking his blood, smiling as he pushed his tongue down Elliot's throat.
With the last remaining strength left within him, Elliot bit down with his teeth. Harry closed his eyes and pulled back at the pain, touching his torn lips which were now dripping blood.
"You dirty rat"
He murmured with hatred.
Pulled out his sharp knife from the table and moved swiftly to Elliot, and cut down another scar on his cheek. While looking at the blood flowing down on his cheek.
"Dirty rat... dirty dirty rat, you useless shit, is this what I get?"
He took Elliot's hands and dragged the knife on his finger's joint, the poor boy screamed with all his remaining strength, all his being, and groaned from pain. His cry like a symphony in Harry's ears, the sound echoing down and drowning in the hell built inside him, bringing a smile to his lips.
"I repeat again El... who are you??? You're nothing El, you're nothing and I am the owner of your pain"
Harry said and placed the tip of the knife on the nipples of his bare chest. He has a nice athletic body and manly breasts which looked interesting enough to Harry. His six packs and the nice v line of his body completed with his pumped lips that could get even bigger after sucking on it. And his brown innocent eyes which were all an immaculate view to look at.
With his knife, he started carving out the nipples of the poor boy as he screamed and said: "I'm nothing... nothing, a nobody, no no no" He started whimpering from pain and Harry finally backed away with a smile.
"I always loved winning... " He nodded at him and said: " you're right"
He dropped the knife on the disgusting dirty and bloody table and sat on the chair, raised his feet on the table and leaned to the back of the chair.
"I...I'm in p..pain"
Elliot sobbed with hopelessness, he wanted to cry but no tears came out.
"I know El.. I know"
Harry said without even looking at him through his closed eyes.
"Please.. This..."
Harry got up and went to Elliot.
"If try and be a good boy tonight, we can talk about opening you up baby"
Harry left Elliot alone with all his pain and went out. The thought of the blue-eyed boy occupying his mind.
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Lunatic (English Translation)
Romance***This story belongs to: @prds_stories**** " I'll come back to you, just as the flesh to the earth and as bodies to the sea to be tangled around my frail body as blood seeps to the earth, as madness seeps into the vein I will always come back to...
