Dear Diary, Book 2, Bitter Sweet...

Sunday, 22nd January 2017 - Slayer: Dismemberment

Sunday, 22nd January 2017 - Slayer: Dismemebrment

Dear Diary

I woke up early today. I had set an alarm, but I had under slept it by several hours. It continued to seem that I would rather spend time with my new guests then sleep. This was of course, a very logical desire.

I flexed my arms and legs, feeling the comforting crack go through them. I had felt more alive for the past two days than I had in my entire life. It was so invigorating. Something about slowly cutting her to pieces and doing it in front of her added so much to the actual event. Before I had actually started, I had started to dread the time that I would need to finally kill her. Not because of the taking of a life, this only made it seem more exciting, but as it would mean that it was coming to a close. That all changed when I captured the other two people. Now I was able to keep on going for potentially weeks. When they had walked into the bunker, I had been most worried at discovery. At my excitement to begin my slaughter, I had forgotten to make sure that the door was locked. That had now been fixed, and nobody would be able to get in at all. Unless of course I allowed it.

I rolled over from where I had been sleeping. I had chosen one of the smaller rooms which was connected to the second larger room, the one holding my first victim.

Next to me were the various knives that I had been using, all spread out. For past slaughter's, I had only been using the single knife. This time, I hadn't even used that knife yet. I was going to save it for the final kill for the three of them, and had instead been using the various other knives that I had brought. I figured that this way, the stench of success, the stench that meant so much to me, would be able to last for a significantly longer time.

I crouched in front of the first knife, picking it up lovingly. I still had to smell each knife. The first knife smelt amazing. The smell that assaulted my nostrils was all powerful. It had the potential to stop anybody in their tracks, it was so rancid and strong. I loved it. Where other people saw disgust and fear, I felt everything.

One by one, I did the same thing to each knife. Every blade smelt slightly different from the other, but still just as right.

I picked up on of the knives, and stood in front of the door, deciding how to best enter to initiate as much terror as possible. When I had started doing this on the early morning on Friday, it had been all about the feelings of slicing, of breaking through the flesh. I had discovered rather quickly that there was also something about watching the fear in her eyes. It was almost as invigorating as committing the act of slaughter itself. Another advantage was that I was able to do it again and again. I also loved the look of hope in her eyes as I brought the knife further away from her. Of course, that was all taken away when I shoved it back into her or cut off something else. No matter how many times I did it, she still got that look in her eyes. Hope. And how she screamed. It was an amazing sound. I would have done it just for the screams alone. Every single part of this experience had been amazing.
I slammed open the door and marched towards my prisoner, knife in hand. She appeared to be sleeping, but the slamming woke her up. She turned to me, terrified. When I was close enough to the chair, I kicked it. It rolled rather fast, rolling until it reached the wall. She was knocked into it, bashing her head rather hard, screaming quietly. I grabbed her leg and drew my knife across it, piercing skin and drawing blood.

Her scream was exactly what I was wanting to hear. Coupled with the terror that was back in her eyes, this moment seemed to be perfect.

For the next several hours, I slowly continued to piece, stab and slice large components of her skin. She was now the lower portion of her arm, joining the ranks of amputees. It had taken me about a day to get if off fully, while also slicing other parts of her body. She looked horrified when she felt the weight on her upper arm lighten and heard the arm crash to the floor with a wet thud. She screamed louder than she had before.

With this arm, I wanted to fulfil a fantasy of mine. I put my knife down, picking the arm up by the hand. Tightening my grip on it, I started to beat her with the 'wet end' of her dismembered arm. It was a very satisfying experience. Each hit was accompanied by a hefty slam, as well as a wet thud. Eventually though, her loud pitched screams became nothing more than a whimper.

I didn't want to cease using my new found weapon, but I also wanted to hear loud pitched screams. I did have an idea. I left the knife in the room, but kicked it well out of the way of my first victim. I hid the arm behind my back, and walked into the next room. My second and third victims were where I had left them the previous day, although they were very close to one another. I assumed that they were trying to comfort each other, or some sort of nonsense like that.

"How are you too?" I asked them. I wasn't actually interested in knowing if they were in a good condition. I was trying to make sure they were uncomfortable as possible. The more injured one just groaned. The other one spat at me.

"You" I pointed at the less injured of the two, "Get away from her"

"What are you going to do to her?" she said definitely. I chuckled. It was going to be fun to break her spirits as I tortured her friend.

"Nothing if you get away from her" I sneered.

Reluctantly, she slowly shifted her body away from her friend. This was made more difficult as her wrists were still tied securely to the poles, only allowing her to pivot on their axis. I had no doubt that they had continued to get free again, but I did not care right now.

When she was a suitable distance away, I revealed what I was hiding behind my back. Terrified, she tried to wriggle even further away. Unfortunately for her, she was unable to escape the fury of blows I unleashed upon her. She didn't scream in terror as the other one did, but she screamed in pain. It was a completely different yet equally beautiful sound.

"Beg me to stop, and I will" I said to her. I didn't know if I actually cared about breaking her, but it seemed worth at least trying. It's not like I was going to stop anyway.

She opened her mouth and spat blood at me.

"Very well then" I shrugged, continuing my onslaught.

Eventually, her eyes rolled back and she fell back into unconscious. This was happening to her a lot.

"This is a shame" I said. "Would you like some?" I offered to the friend. She groaned in protest. It seemed like speech was beyond her. Maybe I had done better than I had thought when she had first walked into my bunker.

"Hungry?" I asked her.

She very softly said "Yes".

I decided that feeding her would be a very good idea after all.

I walked away from her, back into the next room.