When a STALKER kidnaps a SERIAL KILLER...
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In a twisted game of cat and mouse, a young woman becomes dangerously entangled with a masked serial killer she has been obsessively stalking, leading to a bizarre and clandestine...
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I WATCH HIM drag the blade of his axe against the floor while he circles around the immobilized bodies of my kidnappers.
I wince from the sparks and the grating sound from the friction of the blade running on the ground. I know these two men would be wincing too if they weren't paralyzed. They can only do nothing but helplessly stare at him with fear in their eyes... And the Rabbit just loves seeing it.
He continues to taunt them with the thought that he can stab them any moment and they can do nothing about it. He loves the feeling of dominion over them, like they're just some little ants staring above God in the skies who can make it rain anytime...but with blood.
One moment, they're all powerful and mighty with their guns, and now they're nothing but some scared lambs about to be slaughtered. It's amazing how one phenomenon can ultimately change their fates.
I admire how he can strip them off from their pride and expose them to shame. It's a skill I'd like to possess.
I want to crack his head to know how it operates and copy it, I don't give a shit about plagiarism. He fascinates me.
Surprisingly, Mr. Rabbit sets aside the axe. I was expecting him to use it right away, but it looks like he's saving it for later. He then drops a duffle bag that he took from one of the boxes lying around. He crouches down before it on the floor then rips the zipper open.
Various surgical knives and scissors are revealed as he takes them one by one and sets them on the floor between the two men he paralyzed.
Mr. White Rabbit picks a scalpel and begins to rip apart Jim's flimsy shirt. The next thing that he rips apart is Jim's exposed skin. He points the sharp blade in the middle of Jim's chest, then slowly, he glides it down until he reaches his navel. The scalpel leaves a trail of perfect thin incision on his flesh, casting thick blood to ooze out.
I notice Jim's eyes tearing up. He's paralyzed, but he's conscious at the whole ordeal. He knows he's being violated. He knows he's being butchered. But he can't do anything about it. He can't defend himself. I can see how he's so frustrated by how he's intensely crying while his face remains stoic.
I want to sympathize with him, but karma's a bitch and so am I.
Mr. Rabbit's leather gloved fingers dig in through the incision on Jim's chest. With a brutal force, he pulls apart the wound in one rapid motion, tearing his flesh open and revealing his entrails inside.
The smell of exposed organs fills up the space around us. The scent is metallic and overwhelming that I almost throw up, but I'm pretty sure it's mostly from the ghastly sight in front of me: a barbaric health risk surgery.
I try really hard not to spout my vomit, or I'll be forced to swallow it back because of the damn duct tape shutting my mouth close. I want to look away to reduce my feeling of utter disgust, but somehow, my eyes are glued to his next move. I think my brain has too many questions on how he will end this, and so like a student waiting for her professor to show the answer of a long equation on the board - I wait patiently.
