Beneath The Blade

Chapter Three

With the chloroformed rag, I quickly maneuvered my hand so that it could cover her mouth, I held it there watching her squirm about until she finally went limp. She was still alive, simply unconscious. It would have been too easy to kill her now. I could have done it fast, bullet to her brain or something, but the idea of torture was much more blissful of an idea to me. I gently laid her body on the ground by my feet, I grabbed a dark mesh mask from my bag and put it on. I opened the gate at the back of her fence and then grabbed Raven by her feet and began dragging her into the woods, heading just behind the hut that lay three rows in of the trees. It was a far enough distance so that nobody was able to spot us.

Behind the hut was a wheelchair that they typically used at hospitals and a ramp that lead down into an underground bunker. I sat Raven in the wheelchair, watching as her limp head dropped in front of her body, looking down at her lap. Her hair drooping over her shoulders. I then gently wheeled her inside the bunker. 

The bunker was completely soundproof, this way if she were to scream for help, nobody could hear her. Even if they were close enough, it would possibly be mixed in with the cries from the wolves that lived inside these woods.

As we got inside I placed her and the chair by a table, I walked around the side of the chair when all of a sudden a sharp pain shot in my arm.

"Ah!" I screamed in pain. I whipped my head to face Raven. Anger flooded through my body. Thankfully she was unable to see my face otherwise not only would she be able to see the vulnerable state I was in, if she knew who I was, she could have called the police.

It turns out that the bitch had latched her teeth into my forearm. She quickly detached herself and got up, trying to run away. I quickly reached out and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back towards the ground. She let out a loud, ear piercing screech, which ultimately caused me to make her drop onto the fall, hard.

The hard fall caused her to crack her head open slightly, making her pass out again. As she laid conscienceless on the cold hard ground, I picked her up by her shoulders and lifted her up onto the table. Fuck, this bitch is heavy. You look at her body and you would not think it. She was skinny, cheerleader body. No wonder, she was a cheerleader at one point. It did not last long though. 

After I managed to get her on the table, I went to a closet nearby and grabbed some tools. I grabbed rope, medical items like bandages, medical tape, gauze. Stuff like that. I planned on killing her, but I did not want her in pain before we even got started on the torture. I put the rope on a chair by my side and began to fix the blood that was pouring from her head. After I bandaged her up, I made sure that I doped her up on pain killers, they flowed through her bloodstream. I was positive that with the amount I put in her, she was not going to be in pain when she awoke. 

I made sure all the items that I required where within an arms length to reach just in case, when I tied her down, if she tried to escape I could fix the ropes and knock her out again. I had full bottle of chloroform with some new clean rags on a small table near her head, down by her hips I had a tray full of needles that were filled with dangerous chemicals, that if injected with the wrong amount could kill her. In a box just behind me, I had it filled to the rim with different shaped blades and knives. 

I was going to have a lot of fun tonight.