The One I Knew

Chapter 12

(Eric's POV!! Scary!!! I'm actually scared to write this part. I've never written a story in this way and I hope I do it right. Remember he is completely insane!!!)

*Eric's Point of View*

Her screams filled my ears as I dragged the knife across her soft skin. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she choked back sobs. I had made good work on her arms, making sure to steer clear of her wrists. I didn't need her bleeding out before I could finish. I trailed the dagger down her side, cutting her sweatshirt into strips. When it was completely torn, I ripped it off. All she was left in was a black tank top. It would be easier to torture this way, without the knife getting stuck in the sweatshirt which was now across the room. She whimpered as I moved the dagger along her waist. Once it reached her side, I lunged.

She screamed in pain and I savored it all. She wasn't like the others I had tortured and killed. They all had uselessly begged to be let go. They pleaded and graveled. They said they would pay me and that they wouldn't say anything. How pathetic, I sneered. But her. She didn't do any of that. She accepted her fate without any begging or pleading. She just laid there and left me to my work.

"Why are you so accepting of this?" I asked, completely bewildered.

"Because I know it's useless," she said, her voice weak. I was taken aback with her response. No one had been this accepting of death.

"Why do you not beg or plead?" I asked.

"I don't because I want to have my dignity while I die," she said, glaring up at me. I smiled at her. Leaning forward I wiped away the trail of blood along her cheek. She cringed at my touch which only filled me with joy. I fed on fear. Fear and screams. I licked the blood off my finger and savored the disgusted look that crossed over her face. The coppery taste filled my mouth and I wanted more. I trailed the edge of the blade around her stomach. She winced at its touch.

"I want to hear you scream," I whispered in her ear. I dug the dagger into her stomach not deep, but enough to draw blood and made a straight line across. She screamed as blood trickled down to her sides where it dripped onto the table. I so badly wanted to do the same to her face, but I knew I couldn't. I had to leave her face and neck perfect for the final act. But the rest was all up to me now. I leaned down and unbuttoned her jeans.

She whimpered and cringed away from me, but I dug my hand into her hip, forcing her to stay still. She cried out as my fingers dug deep, no doubt drawing more blood which only drove me crazier. I fumbled her jeans away and threw them next to her sweatshirt. She was left in a pair of underwear and her tank top which was hanging to her in shreds. I slid the dagger in my back pocket and turned my back to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice hoarse from all her screams. Ignoring her question, I opened the box of face wipes and brought it with me to the table. She watched in complete confusion as I took one and started to wipe the blood from her neck. Half of the box later I had wiped away any trace of blood and smeared make-up from her neck and face. I had wiped her tears away, but her eyes were still red and puffy. I picked up the used wipes and threw them away. Setting the box on the floor, I reached for my dagger. I sighed as I held the handle which was perfectly molded for my grip.

"Now where to start?" I asked, looking at her untouched legs. With the dagger in my hand I moved it down her leg. It wasn't deep enough to pierce the skin, but enough for the lines to swell and rise. I did this to both her legs. I looked up to her face and saw tears running down it. I made a mental note to clean her face once more after I finished her legs. I searched for the right place to start and found a soft spot along her lower thigh. Letting the knife sink in slowly, I absorbed her endless screams.