Hi I'm Evangeline Macabre and today is the day I share my story with the world. None of you know me but today is the day you'll learn a name you'll never forget, MINE.
It all started 3 years ago, I met this absolutely wonderful guy, his name was Jake Lawyer. He treated me like a princess and we were supposed to get engaged, but a few months before the wedding something terrible happened...it first started on valentines day, Jake came home drunk as fuck and holding a disturbing and broken puppet. He started yelling at me, screaming that he hated my voice and never wanted to hear me speak again, that being said I didn't say a word. Then he threw the dummy at me and declared I only deserved trash, after that he went into his room slamming the door behind him. I just sat there, trying to process everything that had just happened....I couldn't. I had this persistent rage that wouldn't go away, I tried to brush it off the best I could, i stood up and put the dummy on the couch and started walking towards Jakes door. I was scared to approach him but I needed to, he still loved me right? he was just drunk things will be ok...I was so wrong. As soon as i walked into his room he threw a lamp at me, in his hands was a needle and thread...why the hell did he have those? I would soon find out. He grabbed my arms and threw me onto the bed, putting my arms under his knees, deeming me defenseless, I tried kicking and screaming...It only fueled his anger more. I tried to reason with him but he wouldn't listen and before I knew what was happening a needle was in my lip, he was trying to sew my mouth shut, it took him 10 trys because I kept opening my mouth, but he finally did it and I could not speak a word. The days that followed up after that incident were awful, I couldn't eat and I got terribly skinny, but the thing that was even worse than the hunger was the loneliness, I could not speak so I couldn't even keep myself company. My rage only grew and grew and maddness was creeping up on me. Then I remembered the dummy, it seemed stupid at first but I was all alone, I needed something. I took the puppet and found that I didn't think it was that disturbing anymore, actually...it was kinda cute, I named him Gus. I clinged to Gus like a small child would their favorite toy, I started getting suspicious when I would find Gus in a different place than where I left him, I soon found out he was possesed and that he could speak on his own. I was delighted to finally have someone to keep me company, and to my suprise I found I didn't need food anymore and I could survive with just Gus. I didn't even want the stitches off anymore, my words were gone. One night my anger was especially high, Jake had locked me in a cage and called me his little bitch, FUCK NO. Gus just kept repeating "kill him, kill him, kill him" I wanted to but I had to find a way out of this cage, I shook it and rattled it until the lock came off...I was detirmened to kill the person that had put me through all this agony. I grabbed Gus and ran up the stairs, creeping into Jake's room, he was asleep. Cute little baby, gonna be dead soon I thought and I couldn't help but smile. I dragged him out of bed and tied him to a chair, when he started to wake up I would knock him out again, I needed to get things, I'm going to torture him so much he'll wish he was dead. He started to wake up and this time I was ready, he opened his eyes and found he couldn't speak, I had sewn HIS mouth shut...I flashed a sickly sweet smile through the stitches, he was scared, he tried to get out of the bindings, I stabbed him in the leg with a screw driver. Gus started speaking for me "You think torturing me was fun? You think sewing my mouth shut was going to stop me from killing you? You're out of luck sweetheart." I tortured him for hours on end and in the middle of it sometimes I would stop and just sit there staring and smiling, putting him on edge. Finally I was bored of all this, I went to kiss jake one last time, the stitches touched and I felt nothing inside, Gus said "Bored now.." and I slit his throat, it was over. I've been on the run with Gus ever since and never once thought about taking my stitches off. Now we slaughter awful men like, rapists, abusive boyfriends, etc.. using forms of mental and physical torture. My story lives in every girl or boy whos been in an abusive relationship or abuse of any kind, and although I'm insane I still help anyone who is going through this agony. I will seek my vengeance and you will know my name.
Evangeline Macabre
