“Oh god, where am I?” Her voice strains, “Why did you bring me here?” Tears stain her pale cheeks as she struggles against the rope that bound her.
“I wouldn’t struggle if I were you,” His voice was barely audible, as his tall frame lurked in the darkness, “Big Al doesn’t like whiners. Hates them, loathes them. The very existence of them disgusts him.” Stepping out of the darkness he begins to dawdle around the room.
“Who are you?” Her voice slightly constrains. Her heart beats widely against her chest, as if it might burst through her ribs and plaster on the floor.
“You ask a lot of questions,” He chuckles ruthlessly as he wags his finger at her, “too many questions can be a bad thing.”
“Please-”
“Shhhhh!” Stopping in his tracks he takes a good long look at her, “Just shhhh. I need time to think, it’s bad enough when I have a blabber mouth like you that disrupts my focus.” Going to the table covered in white cloth, he yanks it away with the wisp of his hand. “Now what to cut you with my dear,” He chuckles silently to himself. Picking up a small dagger he turns to look at her, “Hmm maybe this?” Frowning in haste, he shakes his head and mutters ‘no, no. It won’t do, it just simply won’t do’
Closing her eyes for a brief moment she licks her dry lips, “Can I ask a question?” Sighing heavily he replies, “May I.”
“Uh-” She chokes out, as she doesn‘t know what to say next.
Glancing back at her he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Didn’t your parents ever tell you to use your manners?!” His voice hints with the edge of irritation.
Closing her eyes briefly she tries again, “M-may I ask a question?”
His face relaxes a bit, seeming pleased at her response, “Yes, you may.”
Opening her eyes up again she notices him facing toward her, leaning up against the table that held objects she feared. In his hand he held a knife, a chief’s knife. Bringing her gaze back up again she gazes at him with awe, how could a lovely creature like him do such a foul thing like this? His dark brown hair passed his ears but weaved up in spikes colliding with each other, as his light brown eyes locked on hers making his lips form into a sly smile. The navy blue shirt he wore fit him like a glove, but showed just barely enough. He was an angel, he was her death angel.
“I’m waiting,” Dragging out the word he straightens his form out, “It’s not polite to keep someone waiting, Elaine.”
Stifling a gasp she takes a deep breath before continuing, “Why?” Her tears stain her cheeks once more.
“Why?” Repeating the question he walks slowly to her, “Why Elaine you should know why my dear.” Taking the knife he ever so gently grazes her cheek with the tip, careful not to break any skin in the process. “So beautiful yet so destructible.”
“Please-” ignoring Elaine’s pleading he walks away and puts the chief knife back down on the table. “I told you not to whine, Big Al doesn’t like whiners. But they never listen, they never listen!” His voice rings out into a yell, as his chest heaves with each breath he took.
“Why are you doing this!? I didn’t do anything to you!” Her control slips slowly as she begins to thrust around in the chair, the rope biting into her delicate skin little by little.
“You should really be quiet,” Looking over his back he sighs in disgust, “you’re all the same, weak and useless.”
The sounds of footsteps thumb around up above, making dust fall from its impact.
“Now you’ve gone and done it,” Throwing his hands up high, annoyance cloud his eyes, “now you’ve gone and woke Big Al up. Didn’t I tell you to not whine!? Didn’t I tell you!?”
“You don’t want to do this. Please-” The creaking sound of a door cuts Elaine off as steps begin to thunder down the wooden steps.
“Now what in the hell is going on here?” The sound of his rasping voice comes closer as Elaine shrines away from the hideous man, “My, my you’re awake and already causing trouble aren’t you.” The old man’s gaze licks up her form as he leans towards her, “Elaine, such a pretty name,” taking a strain of her hair he rubs it between his fingers, “for such a pretty young woman.”
“N-no! Don’t touch me!” She shrieks loudly.
His lip curls up in hatred form as the old man lifts up a hand and slaps her across the face, “Be quiet! Didn’t my boy, Alex here tell you I hate whining young lady?” taking his fatty fingers he places them on her chin as he makes her face him again, “Now listen and listen well, do as your told and things will go nice and easy.” throwing her face out of his gaze he stands up and saunters towards Alex’s form. “Have you gotten the things ready my boy?”
Clearing his throat he points to the table, “Already done sir.” Taking his chubby hand he claps him on the back, “Good my boy, good.” Taking two long gloves from the box, the old man slides them on.
“Now how bout we get this over and done with, your sister is upstairs waiting.” Picking up a pocket knife he examines it closely, “They say,” taking a glance at Elaine he smiles, “that your heart is the biggest organ out of all the other organs in your body." He twists the knife so that the light reflected off the blade. "That it's the strongest, most hard working one, your heart that is. It's really fascinating if you think about it."
This was never Alex's favorite part; sure toying with them was one thing. This, this was another.
The old man walks behind the girl, gently pulling her head back, "I'm sorry, I truly am. But you see things like this happen everyday, either you die here or somewhere else." Grazing the blade along her jaw bone he makes a swift cut, "like butter."
Elaine moans in protest, as her blood begins to drip from her cut, "Stop, please-" her sobs cut her off before she can finish her sentence.
"That’s music to my ears Elaine, music to my ears." The old man coos as he brings his horribly disfigured face to her, sliding his tongue out he licks the oozing blood.
"Sweetness, just what my darling Lorane needs, a dap of sweetness."
"B-but-"
"Oh Elaine, you should know me by now," Walking in front of her he smiles once again, "never trust an old man with a knife." With one sweep motion of his hand, Elaine's throat was split into two. Blood flows out of her like a slow rainfall, covering her whole body at once.
"Clean this mess up; I don't want my darling Lorane to see this."
Without saying a word, Alex grunts in response.
This wasn't the end; it was only just the beginning.
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A/N: This is the unedited version so I apoligize for any grammer or spelling mistakes :P
I hope you enjoy :)
And a special thanks to Lverlaine for the fabulous cover! :D She's amazing! :)
xoxo
Sky
