Rose Velvet

Pt 3: Production of a murderer

My eyes widened, I pulled on the chains and looked up at Mark with pleading eyes. I could have sworn I saw his face soften and his eyes showed a glint of sorrow and compassion but it faded as he looked to James and glared back at me coldly, “James, could you hurry up?” Mark said to James impatiently.

“patience Mark” James smiled. James walked closer to my and I shuffled back trying to get way from both of them, “N-no please, I-I won’t t-tell anyone, I promise” I said, hyperventilating. “Aw, love, I really wasn’t planning on killing you, but my friend here has other plans” he said and pointed the tip of the knife at Mark.

He pressed his finger against the blade of the knife and it made a small slit, indicating that the knife was insanely sharp. He smiled and stepped closer to me, “no, no, no, no, please” I begged almost in tears. Loud static filled my ears again, ‘ah, not this again, not now’. “Sor..ry..baby..gi..rl, I’ll..ma..ke..this..qu..ick” the words came in and out, as if he was far away then really close but the volume of the static and the ringing in my head increased, with every word he spoke.

I felt cold air hit my bare skin then an instant pain shot through my stomach, I looked down and saw a large opening of my skin across my abdomen. My eyes widened at the sight, I didn’t even notice that he was going to do that, the noise of the static distracted me from everythung except the pain, ‘this would be a good time for my pain to drain’ but it didn’t I felt every second of torture.

“S-stop..p-please” I begged, not being able to hear my own voice. “Her mouth” Mark said, flatly. “N-no please” I said and held my arms up to cover my head. Mark pulled on the chains and held my hands behind my back, “Oh right!” James squealed with glee.

“Open up” James said and squeezed my cheeks, causing me to open my mouth. He slid the knife roughly into my mouth and pressed the blade against the inside of my cheek. I clenched my hands into fists and prepared myself for the worst pain I would ever feel in my life.

With a simple movement of James’ hand, the right side of my face now had an added accessory. Tears rolled down my cheek and mixed with the hot red substance from the newly opened wound as it dripped into my mouth and all over my body.

I felt the cold metal against my tongue again and the left side of my face now matched the right, in pain level and in appearance. I screamed as the tears flowed into the cuts on my face. Mark dropped the chains, and I dropped to my knees.

With trembling hands I touched the ‘smile’ that was now carved into my face, blood dripped from my fingertips and ran straight down my arm. I sat there and stared at it in disbelief and horror, ‘death is really the best way out’. Blood rushed from the wounds that were now embedded into my face forever, I coughed up blood and fell over as a sharp pain came from my stomach.

They switched places, so that Mark was now in front of me and James was holding the chain behind me. Mark flicked a lighter in front my face, causing me to almost jump out of my skin.

He crouched down infront me and held the lighter inches away from my facd. I screamed as the flame made contact with my skin. It burned my eyelids and blood dripped from my eyes until my entire face was covered in red.

“Pass me the kinfe” James said flatly from behind me. Mark passed the knife over my head to James and my stomach flipped, thinking about the outcome of this situation, “Lights out, love” he chuckled darkly.

James grabbed my chin and pulled my face up slightly, “Goodnight babygirl~” James whispered in my ear as he pressed the knife against my throat. He pulled on the handle and blood gushed from my neck as my body hit the floor.

I laid on the floor as my body jolted and blood spilled out my mouth and neck. My entire fucked up life flashed in seconds, and I realized how much better death was, than living in this hell hole called life.

I was happy to go, maybe I didn’t experience basic life shit like, love and a family or whatever, but who knows, maybe I never would have. If you actually think about it, my name is Rose Velvet, daughter of drug dealer, biggest in the city we lived in before, in fact.

Everyone knew me in that city and knew to stay clear of me, but that only lasted a while, after they realized my father didn’t give a shit if I was alive or not, they’d demand money, of which I didn’t have because as I said everything was about Crimson, she was the golden child, his prized possession.

Oh and did I say my dad got a new job, and that’s why we moved? No, it’s because at least 500 people wanted our family dead in that city. Someone tried to shoot Crimson and only then did we move.

Not when I was beaten because I couldn’t deliver the cash people wanted, not when I was stabbed for just being part of that family, not when I was kidnapped for ransom, and even still he didn’t pay anything, I had to get out on my own. Nothing was for me, Crimson, Crimson, Crimson, was the only song they knew.

I heard footsteps shuffle around and then I felt a liquid being poured onto my almost lifeless body. A lighter flicked and  in seconds, my body was engulfed in flames, and just like that, the pain left my body. Before my eyes shut for good, I heard two loud thuds and Mark and James’ bodies fell to the floor.

Confusion ran through my thoughts, ‘who?’ but I wasn’t given much time after that, my body gave body gave out and my eyes shut for what I thought would be the last time.

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[A/N]
Oh wow!  I don’t know where the ideas for this chapter came from but as I was transferring it from hardcopy onto here, I got so many ideas and just decided to stick it in there. So this chapter is ssooooo much different from the original, I’m not complaining though, because there’s more information and more of a backstory added in on this one. Hope you enjoyed!

{R.Jk}