BRUTAL MINDS (A DARK ROMANCE)

CHAPTER 9- PSYCHOPATHIC DEVIL

Meanwhile, at the far corner of the room, Allison looked on in fright with hands over her mouth as she watched Hades ruthlessly tear the Man open with a dagger, his horrifying screams filled the basement and even the main Mansion above.

She watched on with a sickening feeling in her stomach as He ripped the Man's guts out alive. Hades went on, resent-less and unfazed as He further tore open the Man and brought out his vital organs one by one, the heart, the kidneys, lungs, gallbladder, pancreas and so on.

Hades took the bowl he had place earlier from underneath the bench board which now contained a large amount of blood from his victim and he poured the one retracted inside the drip inside the bowl.

By this time the victim was already dead and it must have been a rat that scurried past or something for He heard a frightened screech from the far end of the basement. He frowned realizing someone had been watching him. If it were to be one of his guards then immediate death awaited him. He went there and pulled whoever it was out, to his surprise- Allison.

Pet?

He tilted his head in surprise. She was shuddering in fright. Frantically nodding sideways as a plea. He was towering over her, and she looked like a pathetic frightened little mouse.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I disobeyed.
He could hear those blue eyes beg.
Hades sighed, frustratedly.
You Saw Everything Didn't You?
No no I didn't see anything. She wanted to say, Oh God she didn't want to die!
It's Alright, Come Here....He led her to a stool.
Allison pointed to the stairs that led upstairs as she tried to get away.
You Want To Leave? No Pet, Not Until You Watch The Final Show. Now Sit! He ordered and she obeyed.
Good Girl....

Hades went over to the white board as He poured the blood from the bowl all over the whiteness, soiling it. He went further and squeezed the gallbladder into an empty French curve giving him the color green, He went further and mashed the other organs with certain tainted chemicals so they'd form paste and to her horror-stricken vision, He began to paint with the dead Man's insides.

She held her stomach, feeling nauseous. She feared she would throw up sooner or later. Was this what He meant by leisure time? Was this what He meant by being an artist?! She finally understood what her father meant by calling this man a devil but in her judgment This Man was a Psychopath and at that moment every desire for revenge, every desire to kill him to avenge her father died down inside of her. For if He were to suspect one thing was out of place, She would without any doubt end up like this!

Soon, Hades was done! The bizarre artwork was completed and honestly, she could make out what it was. She was never a big fan of deciphering the meaning behind artworks. She could only appreciate the ones that passed a clear message and right now that was the least thing Hades painting was doing.

It was a muddle between white, red, green, and brown. It felt like the eerie scenes one would only see in nightmares, where was the surprise in that? Afterall wasn't He the stuff nightmares itself were made of? Hades checked the time on his rather bloody wristwatch before looking back at her for the first time since He turned his back to work.

"Beautiful, Isn't It?" He asked, referring to the painting.
Beautiful indeed! She thought, but outwardly she only smiled , her gaze still lingering on the deadman lying on the bench board.
What happens to his body now? She thought, dreading the answer.
Hades noticed she couldn't stop staring.
Oh Don't Worry Pet, I'm Not Going To Make You Eat His Remains. Even if I'm So Much Aching To.

Her shocked eyes immediately locked with his undisturbed ones. Eat his remains? Her heart was pounding inside of her, what kind of crap did her father get her in? There was obviously something wrong with the man in front of her.