Linkage

Chapter 2: Human Doll

"Shit!" I exclaimed, as a cat pounced towards me. Stupid cats. I went back to the storage room and entered the storage room. I examined the man's face intently.He looks really familiar, like I've seen him before. The man looks professional. He wears a tuxedo and an expensive watch. After minutes of examining the man, he finally opened his eyes, though he looks sleepy. When he fully woke up, he groaned. Probably because of the impact of the log to his head.

"Who are you? And where am I?" the man asked without any hint of fear. But when he begun to study the area, that's when I saw fear crept onto he's eyes. Though his face showed bravery.

"Well, we are in my haven." I talked back, putting a menacing tone in my voice.

"Who are you!?" the man yelled with a mixture of anger and fear.

"Well, I am Iris." I said, telling him with a smirk on my face.

"Wait, are you Iris Evernathy?" the man asked shocked with confusion clear in his voice.

"Oh yeah, you were one of those foster parents who beat us to death. I never knew that you could deserve this future. Being this rich. Isn't it a small world?" I said circling him with a smirk of pride. Showing him that I was the dominant. That I would return what he would recieve what he gave us before.

I remember this man, he's name was Chris Medder. He was one of the few foster parents who took care of us. Well, care is not exactly the word he gave us. It was misery. He wasn't that rich before, but he was not that poor also. But I didn't really expect him to to be this rich.

"You're still the same, longing for a parents love, Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." Chris said while grinning widely.

"Well I wish you didn't say that you old fuck!" I told him, while getting my pocket knife and piercing it into his thigh and he shouted loudly feeling pain in his flesh.

"You could shout as loud as you can, but this place is secluded." I told him smiling wickedly.

"What the fuck do you want from me?!" he said getting more angrier.

"You want money? I'll give you that. Or shelter or anything?" he said, giving up, on the fact that I was the dominant here.

"Nah. I just have the mood to dissect people." I said laughing wickedly.

"You're a goddamn psycho!" he yelled with so much hatred.

"You can call me whatever you want asshole! I've heard worse." I said, not getting affected by the words psycho. Because maybe, there's a part of me that really is a psycho. I took a nail and hammered it to the wound, until the nail was 4 inches deep. He screamed everytime I pounded the hammer against the nail. But I didn't feel any remorse. This asshole deserved it. ..

I forcefully lay Chris on the ground, flat on his stomach. He started thrashing weakly because of the wound in his thigh.

"There's no use in wasting your energy. So, Stop." I yelled agressively.

But he didn't stop. So I squeezed his fresh wound and he shouted loudly, feeling the burning pain in his thigh. I got a rusty pair of scissors and started cutting his tuxedo.

"Hey! Don't cut my tux its expensive." he said boasting his riches, and pissed off at the same time. Stupid fuck. Even at this time, this man still thinks about how expensive his tuxedo is. I continue cutting his tux until his torso was exposed. I also removed his pants and brief which made him fully naked.

"What the fuck are you doing bitch!?" Chris exclaimed. I stood up quietly, excited for my first experiment. I got my tools, like different kinds of knives, saws, nails, and more. I got thick planks of wood and started nailing it to the wooden floor. I removed the restraints on his feet first and nailed them to the plank of wood. You could even hear the impact of the nail cracking through the bones.

Crack. Crack. Snap.

I did the same to his hands. Same routine. Same result. He was now in an X position. I stood up and admired my handywork. He was nailed to the ground, blood on his hands, feet, and head, and was full on crying. "Good for him." I thought, smiling.

"Don't move, you're just going to make it worse." I said, examining his back deciding on where I should start. Carefully, I made skin incisions, not wanting to damage any organ yet. Chris's face was already soaked with tears and blood, with great pain etched on his face. "Well we are just starting my dear." I whispered. I removed the exposed superficial skin and saw two triangles that was supposed to be muscles, and in the middle, the spinal cord. To my curiousity, I touched the muscles, poking it repeatedly. I started cutting a layer of muscle, detaching it from the spine. I then removed another one, and another, and another. As I looked at Chris's face, he was crying, praying that this was just a terrifying nightmare. He looked at me with pleading eyes, pale and sweaty face. I snickered and went on with my work. I decided on doing a dorsal skinning method. I made an incision from the part above the anus to the shoulder. I removed the skin carefully, exposing the muscles from other regions. I cut the leg and arm bones off, using the bolt cutters. I cut up through the skull and made an incision to the eye, careful not to damage the lips or the eyelid. I removed the skin, leaving Chris with muscles. organs, and bones. His eyes were open, staring at me with a terrified gaze. I left him there and went to the piles of hay, along with the skin of Chris. I stuffed bunches of hay inside the skin. It turned out to look like a huge, human teddybear. I went back to the storage area and stood at the cadaver. I kneeled down and removed the eyes from it's sockets slowly. I then went back to the stuffed skin and put the eyes to the empty sockets. It worked perfectly because the nerves of the eyes tangled along with the hay inside.

It looked like a life sized doll with no teeth, just eyes. So, I decided to sew the mouth shut. I grabbed a nail and a string, for the lack of a needle and thread. I began doing a backstitch, making sure that it was shut tight. I finshed it and now it began to look more morbid. I decided to hid it in the secret compartment I found earlier. I settled it down, with it's back against the wall. I then closed the small door and put everything back in it's place.

I was about to relax, but then, I remembered the skinned cadaver. I grabbed a knife and removed the muscles, revealing the hidden organs, bones, and more gore. I began cutting the neck first with a hacksaw, going back and forth to the bone. It took me awhile but I managed it. The tongue, brain matter, and other pieces of human flesh were jumbled inside. It looked more like a goupy mixture of soup made of blood and human insides. I then cut the torso and lower region nto small chunks. I grabbed a sack and threw all matter inside, like the chunks of human meat and bones, muscles, and organs. I also grabbed a shovel and went straight to the back of the barn. I set down the sack and began digging a hole, deep enough to make the sack fit. I poured all the content of the sack into the hole, giving a horrid scent into the air. I filled the hole back with soil, tons of sweat pouring down my face. I dropped down to the ground, relieved that I could finally relax. I got a pair of clothes from the car that I stole and headed straight for the river. I then realized...

I still had one problem.