Meaningful tales that mean nothing

The Artist and the Artwork

She slowly walked down the busy street with busy people rushing by her in the distance, some bumping into her and some just sitting there in the edge of the sidewalk. They blur past her as she runs with her beige tote bag under her arm filled with her school books and papers. A few papers would fly out every once and a while but she didn't care as she quickly turned the corner into an abandoned alley that's she knew well. Sadly, so did he.

She trekked through the alley and into an old warehouse as silent as possible trying to conceal her identity to the person following her. She could hear the person walking among the aisles searching for her with a clink in her stalkers step. Suddenly the footsteps stopped and the clinking with it and she heard a chain rattling. 

Quickly she turned around and identified the source of the chains as right behind her. A man with a large grin on his face and short brown hair stared into her eyes with a pale grey stare. The chains wrapped around her body quicker then her mind could comprehend and she was dragged away farther into the warehouse, at least that's what she assumed. Slowly she drifted off into a deep sleep while being dragged away.
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When she woke up she was tied to a chair in an unknown location with weapons and objects that she had no idea what they were or why they were there lining the walls. The room smelled of bleach and blood and the walls and floor was made of thick stainless steel she concluded.  Soon the man appeared in front of her again with his wicked smile and tempting eyes. He was dressed in casual jeans and a plaid long sleeve shirt rolled up to his elbows and rubber gloves on his hands. "...fun?" She heard him say.
"What did you say?" She whispered back.
"Are you ready to have fun, I asked you darling?" He responded while inching closer to her.

He reached in his pocket a took out a little scalpel that glimmered in the dim lighting. He traced a line on her arm from her shoulder to the outside of her elbow with the tool without harming her first. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked frightened.
"Sweetie," he looked at her pleased. "What am I not going to do to you?" He finished as he searched his wall for something he couldn't find. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a green sharpie. She finally looked down at her body now, for she had been too frightened to do so before, she find that she was naked. As he walked over to her with the sharpie and scalpel in either hand and started drawing dotted lines across her arms and drawing precise lines on her stomach and breasts going all the way down to her hips. For her legs he drew a checkerboard pattern and filled in every other space as though is was an actual checker board. "I know what I'm not going to do to you!" He said happily," I'm not going to kill u! You can do that yourself sweetie." He said and winked to her.

He pulled a second scalpel out of his pocket and started following his lines exactly as he drew them in waves up and down her arms without detaching any skin. He did his cuts so precisely that all the skin did was hang there in waves. As he started on her chest he dug deeper with the blade into her breasts making them fall back as blood covered the floor beneath them and his jeans and plaid shirt were stayed completely red.  As he moved to make his first cuts he looked up at her with wandering eyes all over her body. "Thank you for helping me do art." He said with a smile. "Don't worry you will get you see it when we are done, but only because you are being a good girl and not screaming too loud."

He made perfectly carved slits into her stomach and hips that were things of bloody beauty. As he moved down to her legs he used the second scalpel more to remove the skin he colored in. As he removed squares of thin skin they fell like wet paper to the ground beneath the two.  As he finished carving her body he stepped back after hours of working and making sure that there wasn't too much blood loss and admired his work.

They was a beautiful red rose in the middle with the folds coming down almost halfway down the stem planted into a tan and red checker board that has a boarder of waves from the Red Sea. "It's a perfect vacation isn't it?" He says to her in a distant voice while continuing to look at his work. "Going to the beach with beautiful flowers and some games to top it all off, wasn't our game fun? I told you we would have fun!" He yells with excitement. "And to top it off there is a beautiful woman in the background. Too bad all lovely things must come to an end." He says as he unlocks her chains.

She is suddenly confused and dazed by him unlocking the chains after everything. Slowly he hands her a scalpel and says "If you were inspired today by the art work I am about to show you, I want you to go make some of your own. If you are not then you may do what you like with that tool." His words ring in her ears for a moment as she tries to comprehend what just happened as he brings over a mirror a brightens the light. She stared into the mirror dazed at his artwork. Then she starts to rise to her feet, stumbling in the pain, with the scalpel in her hand and walked out the door to the outside world and onto the busy street.