A Killers Diary

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Chapter 10

"Fuck..." I wisper to myself as I try my best to sleep. My knees and wrists are sore, my food is gone, I only have a little water left, and my hair is making me mad. Readjusting my position to have me lean agent the wall restlessly, I stare into the darkness wishing for the chains on my wrists to be just a bit longer. My mind slowly slips way with the timeless dark, slowly but surely.

I jolt awake to the sound of heavy steps coming up the stairs to me, remembering what was planned for today my heart quickened just waiting for what ever was to come my way to just end before starting. "Goood morning my dear little friend!" The man opened the door wide with his voice seeming to blare through the room, his gloved hands opened wide in the air as if awaiting a hug from an invisible entity. He was dressed in the same thing as last time with just a few more strands of hair hidden away into the darkness of his hood. "I can't wait for the fun to begain! It's been about 2 weeks since I got to play!" His voice seemed to be 100% care free and full of joy, "I could barely sleep! How was your night?" He stopped in front of me crouching down to be face to face with me waiting for me to answer.

"I was uncomfortable.." I answered honestly, my words seeming to eat my energy and seemed deflated of all emotions except exsostion.

"I'm sorry sweets. But we mustn't delay this, I might not be able to handle it..." He wined clearly as he reached over to my cuffs and undid them. Instinctively I brought my hands down to rub them. Once all of them were off he stood up and reached a hand down to me like a gentleman. Hesitantly, I lightly grabbed onto his hand and used his help to stand up. He lead me over to a table with towels on it that I never noticed before. "You may lay down my darling." His voice was soft, which worried me greatly.

The table was not comfortable at all and as soon as I layed down he snapped leather straps around my ankles, chest, and wrists with just 5 simple movements. Panic set in and he went over to the silver tray and cloth, pushed it over and looked me over. "Now, where should I start?" With that he flipped the cloth off to show rows of scalpels, hammers, saws, ect. My mind blurred with panic and my eye sizes expanded widely. I tryed to pull out of the restraints but all that did was leave me with bloody wrists and ankles. "Now, now. Don't do that, you did a good job listening to me. Now we are going to play!"His voice was full of excitement just like a child's, making me shiver.

He glided his left hand over the objects on the tray, only to stop at a shiny scalpel. He snatched it up and looked at it reflecting in the morning sun. "We'll start slowly, since this is your first go at this little game of mine." He turned and leaned over my frail body, over looking me once again. All I could do was stare at him with wide terror filled eyes, my mind unable to form coherent words. He lowered his right hand on to my cheek and gracefully stroked down my face to my neck as I failed to pull away.

Suddenly he grabbed at my jaw harshly and with his left hand he reached over to the right side of my head and seemed to barley carve into me. The pain hit shortly after, causing me to scream out begging him to stop, wishing I never waited in the woods, wishing for soo many things. My cheeks wet with tears, he seemed to finish fast as he leaned away and looked at me. Then he went for the other ear, switching the objectives of each hand and now cutting at my left ear. Once again I could feel the shard blade ripping apart the cells of my skin, the blood poring out, his hand ruffly holding my head still, and my voice endlessly streaming out of my mouth trying to get him to stop.

He backed up and looked at his work as tears pored from my bright blue eyes. He seemed to nood and went back to the tray and grabbed a new object. I didn't even try to look not wanting to risk my newly cut ears to touch the table and cause me more pain. He slithered back over to me with a cloth that I didn't think was clean and wiped it at my ears. A strong stinging sensation made my head pound and my voice surge to new extremes.

He put the cloth down and grabbed something else coming back with gauze and tape, he patted my head trying to comfort me just causing me to snap my head away, slamming my left ear on the cold table. He just looked down at me and put his hands to his sides, staring at me till my screams came to soft sniffling. "Hay, it's ok. I need to clean these up so they don't get infected. Now that you touched the table again, I have to put rubbing alcohol on them again." He sounded disappointed and put the gauze and tape down to repeat rubbing my ears with the cloth. Then he wrapped my ears up to keep germs from getting into the cuts.

Once done I layed still with small sniffles, "M - may we stop play-ying now?" I asked in a small quivering voice, hopping for this to end.

"Why not yet, I was just getting started! I'm thinking I should decorate your legs!" He turned around really quick, picked up a scalpel, and next thing I knew he was cutting my pants off of me to make shorts. His finger traced around my left leg, then on to my right. Then with a flash of the eye he took his left hand and started tracing again, but with the blade. At first it felt like a pen just drawing on me, it was so sharp. Then the pain hit and I tryed my best not to scream out knowing my voice couldn't take anymore abuse. Tears poured down my face as he finished the first leg and then moved on to the next. The pain moved quickly and hurt much more.

Time seemed to go slow as he dug deep into my skin, ripping it apart slowly and effectively. His slight giggles carving their way in my mind as if they were blades themselves. I wonder if he did the same to his ma and dad, maybe this is why they didn't want him, maybe this is why he was alone. What seemed like hours went by untill the damp cloth was finally stinging deep into my skin signaling it was almost over with. As he patched up my legs,I noticed weren't strapped down anymore, he didn't seem like the nice guy I first meet yesterday anymore. He was an awful monster that was holding me captive and torturing me.

"There you go sweetie, all good. Now that we're done playing I bet you need food now." He sounded very soft and calming, his hand moved some of my long strawberry coloured hair out of my face and wiped some tears away from my cheeks, "You did great darling, I'll be right back." He sat up slowly, held my hand tightly, comforting me slightly, and walked away through the door.