Shadow of the Mind

Chapter 7: Whisper in the Dark

The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls from the passing cars outside. Samuel sat hunched over a weathered oak table, in the trophy room he had created in his mother's house. A half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched tightly in his right hand. Staring at the mask sitting across from him that he had just used downstairs in the basement. " You did it". He said proudly out loud. You finally have them where they realize they are not in control anymore. As he smiled, he began to smirk thinking about how Brian, is laying on the cold floor bleeding from the loss of his manhood. He didn't scream as much as other men have had done  in the past, but knowing he is bleeding; was satisfying enough, for the time being. Smiling at the thought. Emily naked body on the bed, wishing that her nightmare was over. But it was just beginning for them, as he thought staring into the glass of whiskey. He takes another sip from the crystal glass a gift Mia had given them for their first anniversary flashed a memory. The amber liquid glistened in the flickering light, a siren's call that promised solace from the chaos swirling in his mind. Around him, a macabre collection of headless jars lined the shelves, each one a trophy. As he starred at the Jars suspended in the gel epoxy, their lifeless features a testament to his twisted genius. "Some say crazy and genius is one and the same." laughing out loud at the thought.  Standing up walking over to the corner of the shelf, turning on a switch, the heads in the Jar started to turn on one by one, from the colored led lights he added under their Jars. "There, I will allow one or two you to shed a little light on what should happen two our guest downstairs." As he pointed to the jars. "Now who hasn't had a turn in a while?" staring at all the different faces. " I shall pick than, Any many mini Moe." As his finger landed on the Red headed girl. Her eyes still bright green, and look of terror glinting in her eyes." Aww Meranda you have won. Come on down." Grabbing the tape recorder, and the Jar, he set it down on the oak table. Pulling up his high stool. "Meranda, who do you think should watch first?" Pulling the tape recorder closer to hit play, The scream of a young woman, "help" played through the speaker. " No .... Samuel said. No one is going to help you. I asked you a simple question, if you cant answer you will go back to back of the line and face the wall. Now should Emily watch as I plow her husband  Brian with your favorite sex machine? Or should we tie Brian to bed, and let him watch us cut Emily, all over her body? Your choice, my dear. What shall it be." Tapping the table with his fingers. Sipping on the whiskey once more. Meranda was a hitch hiker he had picked up in Nashville about 10 years ago. She had hopes to be a singer, but her voice was so awful, that he had to make sure it never could be heard. But her soft skin, did feet good he recalled. The endless sessions of lust, and sexual touching they had together. The thoughts made him smile. "Come on babe, I'm asking you nicely." As he hit play on the tape recorder, he could hear her voice, panicking and trying to find a way to escape her fate." I'm a good girl, daddy. Ill do anything you ask. Please don't cut me anymore. Ill let you have me anyway you want." The tape player came to end of the tape and stopped. "I know you were a good girl, but I told you no crying when we did Anal, you did it to yourself. I warned you." he said angrily at the jar. As the memories of the night he had cut her breast off, from her body for crying during their anal course. "Fine you don't want to answer, I guess I will just have to put you in time out again." Picking up the Jar setting her back on the shelf. The green light, made her eyes glisten like emeralds. Kissing the jars lips, the memories flooded his mind once more. Miranda life was extinguished on the day, Mia and Him first date together. Mia refused to let him come into her apartment, cause her room mate was there that night. So Miranda had to feel the pleasure his pleasure instead. Walking back over to the table, picking up the tape player. Hitting the rewind button, to set it back in front of her jar. "Timmy did you speak with out be asked?" starring at the bearded head beside Mirandas. "Your right, Brian should watch Emily first. He will beg to take her place, and we will just have to allow it to happen." Smiling at the thought. Pouring the glass half full of whiskey. Sitting back down on the table. "Ah, my dear friends," he slurred a little, raising the bottle in a mock toast. "You've always been the best company in my times of need" The jars stared back at him, the heads locked in suspense in eerie stillness, as if they were listening to his every word. Samuel took a long swig, the whiskey burning down his throat, igniting a warmth that spread through his chest. It was a familiar comfort, one that dulled the sharp edges of his reality.