Beneath The Blade

Chapter Five

All of a sudden, Raven started to speak up, her voice sounded pained. She asked with tears falling  down her face, "W-why are you doing this to me?"

I did not reply with words, but simply with a smirk and dug the blade deeper into her cheek, watching her dark, rich, red blood drip down her flawless cheeks. She winced in pain once again. I dragged the blade along her cheek, spreading the blood along her face, with my  finger and the fresh cut, I pressed into the cut, causing her to scream. Her screams filled the bunker, I smiled wide and laughed. It was an evil laugh.  

I licked my lips before licking the blood on the knife. Her blood tasted so sweet, with a slight salty texture to it. It tasted like that Rock Salt chocolate you can buy. It was wondrous. I turned around and reached for some other tools. I tossed up between many tools, but settled with a pair of pliers. I turn back to a very frightened and fearful Raven. I grasped her face tightly and opened up her mouth wide. I put the pliers closer to her teeth and she began to freak out even more. Twisting and turning, she put up as much of a fight as she was able to. I placed my pliers on one of her teeth and yanked it right out, repeating this a few times with all of her canine teeth. 

Blood was trailing down from her perfect lips, falling down her chin. It was an incredibly scene, I was loving each moment of this. Her eyes began to tear up even more. I put the pliers away and moved some hair from her face, the blood on my hand caused more on her face to spread more. I applied pressure to the cut I made earlier and she winced. I shushed her and in response, she whimpered. It was a melody I could listen to on repeat on a daily basis. I pulled away and decided to trail my fingers along her body. As I did so, I reached and grabbed my meat cleaver. It was a huge tool, mostly used by butchers, but now it will be used by me. On Raven.

I dragged the cleaver along her body slowly, the cold head of the cleaver left goosebumps along her entire body wherever it went.

"Which part should we remove?" I asked, my voice sounded evil and dark. She whimpered crying, "None..." A smirk spread across my face and I stopped on her left leg. I raised the cleaver before dropping it. Stopping just above the skin, carefully trying not the hit the skin. I loved watching her flinch and wince in pain. The fact that she was so full of fear made me feel so happy. The look on her face showed that it seemed as if every time I harmed  her,her entire life flashed before her eyes. I hope it did. I hope she sees all the bad that she has caused. I wanted her to know why I was doing this. I wanted her to know that her life was going to end because of how much of a terrible human being she has been. I wanted that thought to go with her into the afterlife. So she was forced to live in purgatory with this troubling feeling of guilt and pain. That would make me the happiest.

I lifted the cleaver again, this time her lungs began to work properly again. She started scream in fear and she yelled out to the bunker.

"SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! HELP ME! PLEASE! OH GOD! HELP!!"