Short Stories

Four

I let the blood seep from her veins as I slid my sharp, jagged knife along her thigh.

Ever so slowly.

She is trying to contain her screams, but I've gotten something that will make her release her voices of torture.
After riding the knife over the knee, I stabbed her leg in the bone. The pitched squeal was wonderful. I laughed in my deep voice, harmonizing with her scream.

I pulled a classic robbers' ski mask over my face as I pulled this fat girl to her feet, after uniting her arms and legs.

I shoved her to the ground,"get up!" I shout.

She whimpered and muttered a few curses as I shoved her hard from the back as she lumbers in front of me. I stick the point of the knife into her spine and her voice makes a cracked squeak.
, which then echoes within the empty night as I bring her out to the cool air.

The grey light of the moon had evolved to eternal darkness for yesterday was a full moon. It was pitch black. I shoved her to the ground again as I crawled on top of her.

I took away the blind fold so she could look me in the eye. I suddenly raise my hand and smack her unconscious.

I drag her to my car by her foot, probably leaving gravel marking on her back.

By the time I lift her into the back of the Chevy, I notice her.
Her fat round face, her stinking body odour. Really there's not much else. She's not much to look at, even though the dress doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Though I don't know why anyone would want to see anything above the knee on this girl.

In circumstances like this, I would've probably redressed her because that dress is terrible. But considering she had threw up on it, I wanted her to lather in her own blood and stomach acids. I put the car in drive and go.

I lay her down in the middle of the forest, and buried in leaves, she lolls her head and snores.
I've raced throughout the country side and stopped in a forest that stretches about a short five miles from the city. I left a note pinned to her arm skin, with a safety pin.

I climbed a tree and rested in a branch close to the ground, but hidden by the leaves.

She opened her eyes and shifted around, lying in the mud and leaves.
Let the games begin.

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A sudden frosty wind slapped me across my frozen body. I was so cold.
I found myself lying atop a bed of leaves, covered in mud. God, I need a bath.

I stink, I'm uncomfortable, and I'm scared. I hate this.
I stand up and look around myself. Is this what this man does? Scares girls and sends them free in the forest after nocking them unconscious? Oh well, at least I'm free from his terrifying grip.

But where am I? Oh, Fuck.

I wonder if anyone's looking for me?
Wait, that's a stupid question, of course people are looking for me. Right?

I sign in the cold forest atmosphere.

Rubbing my arms, I get going, and walk into the trees sanctuary. Deeper or shallower that I venture, I don't know. If a city is by, I hope.

That seems to be the only thing I can do right now. Hope.

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I stop the car and jump out. I run towards my favourite place, and climb the tree.
From here, you can see the moon and a couple constellations.