Into The Shadows

Six

    With my newly gathered supplies I headed down to the basement once again, where Stacy was attempting to nurse the cut on her face.

    She tensed as I walked in the room but didn't attempt to stand. She still sat with her back in the corner, just like how I'd left her. I dropped my supplies, except for than the knife, in the center of the room and made my way to her. Grabbing one of her wrists I forced her off the floor and over to the chair.

    Once I managed to get her in a suitable sitting position I taped her wrists and ankles to the chair without much struggle. She continued to sob and started to quietly plead for me to let her go, I assumed at this point she had accepted her fate and was just trying to act remorseful to appeal to my softer side, which was just absolutely pitiful.

    I stood in front of her, paring knife in hand, envisioning her skin as a canvas, wondering what I could do to make her regret her actions, and then an idea that should have been obvious came to mind.

    On her cheek, directly below the mark I'd made with my switch blade I wrote ‘kiss’ with the tip of the knife. I laughed loudly as she cried.

    “Looks like we both got a kiss we didn't want”

    She mumbled through sobs that she was sorry as I continued to laugh at the cruel irony of her situation. I then decided I'd like to keep drawing, so I drew a small heart on her collarbone where her shirt left it exposed. She began to thrash about, violently throwing around with what little mobility she had, which made my job extremely difficult. It was then that I put the rope i brought to use. But first, I had ran out of canvas, so i decided to remove her soiled shirt. I then secured her torso with the rope knotted around the chair multiple times.

    I continued to draw with my knife on her now exposed flesh, carving words into her skin like a pen on paper, among them words like ‘doll’ and ‘fake’, she cried out loudly seeing blood spill from her wounds.

    I liked seeing her in that state, it was more satisfying than killing people quickly, she was fully aware of what was happening and she was terrified. It made it that much better, so I decided I'd keep her around for a while. It was nice to have someone else in the house anyway.

    I left her there, tied to the chair, bleeding. She wouldn’t bleed out either, her wounds were too small, and then I made my way up the stairs to scrub myself clean of her blood.