Dripping Edge

Midnight Screams

Tired from the tragedy I slept, crying myself to sleep, clutching the sheets hoping it was a terrible night mare.

But I woke up to a woman's moans. I quickly get up and turn the lamp light on. Seeing under the door light was shining through. I heard moans loud and clear.

I clutch the sheet and in tears. He having sex with a woman. Why?! He has someone else I need to free her!

"More more ah right there!" I heard the woman moan. I jump off the bed and onto the floor peaking outside the doors opening. I saw the living room through the hallway. They were on the couch, I saw the woman naked her breasts bouncing. I didn't see him since he must be laying down while she.....

I hold my hand to my mouth. Maybe this would be my chance to leave. There's a woman here she can help me fight back at him if she knows he's keeping me here. I'm still too weak to run but I have to do something anything.

I try my best to stand, my legs are shaking badly. I open the lock and turn the knob opening the door. "H-help." I whispered. No I can't speak. I try walking out but I fell.

"What the fuck was that?" The woman yelled. Oh no no no no no no no! "Nothing it was the wind" he said kissing her breast. "No I heard something in your home!" the woman yelled getting him off of her and started to walk towards the hallway. "Hey wait!" He yelled grabbing her by the waist and pulled her back to the couch. "We aren't finished now are we?" he tried teasing her. But she wasn't buying it. Even for her sake I don't want her to find me at this point. Even I'm too afraid to call for help as it is too late for that. "Why aren't we on your bed anyways? Not a shitty couch!" Getting him off her again she stood up but this time, this time she didn't walk.

"No we are staying here!" He shouted back and held her down. "Don't touch me anymore!" Kicking him with her leg, she stood and ran to her coat trying to get dressed. But I couldn't see her anymore as the wall covered her. I just saw him. He got up looking furious. All of a sudden he snapped and ran towards her. I couldn't see both of them now. All I heard was thumping and shouting. Until the womans voice was not heard anymore. I shivered from the silence. Still on my knees I tried to drag myself back to the bedroom with my skinny arms struggling to hold my weight. Behind me I heard footsteps approaching, turning my head my eyes widen out of fear. He looked down at me and grabbed me by my hair. "Ah p-please!" I cried out. 

He swiftly dragged me around the hallway and towards the living room. I kept my eyes down until I saw a puddle of blood. Looking up a bit I saw the woman's body just laying on the floor dead. "NO NOOO!" My voice cracked and tried getting out of his grip. He pushes me down on the floor letting go of my hair. "Stay." He said as he walked away. I just turned to the body, my body shaking, I looked as if I was vibrating. Her head was sliced open and her face was smashed in. I looked around and saw a bloody up stone decoration on the floor next to her head. I felt my stomach twist and turn. My head was dizzy, I puked. I cried out and noticed I puked on the womans body. I need to calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down.  

He shortly came back with a bucket filled with water and cleaning supplies. "Once the body is out of the house start cleaning." With that said he put on a plastic apron and rubber gloves, with a surgical mask. "1, 2, 3" He mumbled and lifted the woman's body. He held the corpse against his chest and dragged her down his basement. I stared until they disapearred and I quickly grabbed the bucket and put gloves on. Why am I doing this? Would it be better if I just die with her? No I need faith and if I want to survive through this I have to obey him.

I grabbed the sponges and soaked them, scrubbing the wood floor as hard and fast as I could. Slowly the blood left the wood and absorbed into the sponge. I splashed water all over the floor where the blood puddle is, and continued scrubbing. I was snapped out of cleaning when I heard cutting sounds in the basement. Was he cutting her b-body!? When I kept cleaning I saw my puke, making me feel queasy again but I sucked it up and scrubbed away my puke that smelled horrible. After about an hour of scrubbing I finished. Grabbing disinfecting sprays I sprayed his floor and wiped the floor with a towel until it was good as new again. 

I put the supplies back in their box and stared at the bucket. Inside was her blood. I teared up again and continued to stare at the bucket. I was on my knees still and sat simply waiting for him to come back. Not long after I heard the stairs creeking and saw him coming back up. His hair was tied back and his face was sweating badly. His gloves covered with sweat and blood, put he was holding a trash bag. Gripping it with both hands he he dragged it towards where I am sitting. "Move" I did what I was told and scrawled out of his way. He opened the door and threw the trash bag out. He walked out and grabbed it and slams the door shut on me. 

Soon later he comes back and his gloves and apron were gone as well as the trash bag. I looked up at him and our eyes met. "This happened because of you." He glared and walked closer. "I didn't do anything wrong." I pleaded. He grabbed me and carried me down his basement. 'NO!" I shouted and banged on his back. Each step he took down the staircase was so loud, everything was loud and the lights where fading the deeper we went down. Everything felt slow and I felt like I just crossed the wrong land mine. I was suddenly thrown against a metal shelf, causing me to already feel disoriented. 

What is he going to do to me....