Camp Charlie

Chapter 19

"Poison! Seriously Han. That's what you expect of me."

"I don't know what to expect anyomore. Anything which brings death is all that I can expect from you."

"You are underestimating me, darling. Easy kill, is not my type. I want thrill, so don't worry because poison is something that I've already used before. So, that brings me to my next kill."

The sandwich tasted like something edible, so she assumed that it wasn't poisoned. Then Charlie said something so unbelievable that made her choke on the food that she had been eating.

It was my father next. I had always wanted his love as a child but he never gave it to me. He ran away with another woman to Los Angeles, The city of angels. But little did those angels know that the devil himself was about to pay them a visit. 

Hannah started coughing violently. He quickily brought a bottle of mineral water to her lips. She drank the water and he kept one hand on the small of her back to support her. When she could finally breathe again, she felt the close proximity between them. He looked worried and for a split second, Hannah felt that she was looking at Alan. 

But reality stuck her like lightening when she remebered the faces of her dead friends. This man had not only killed her friends but also his own father.

She knew that she had loved a shadow of a man and not this monster. With all the strength she could muster, she thrust her tied feet forward. Her feet made harsh contact with his torso and he fell backwards. The initial shock turned to rage as he tried to stand up while holding a hand to his stomach. 

"What was that for?" he questioned her while his hands folded into fists.
Hannah would've been lying if she had said that she wasn't scared of him. His bloodshot eyes made him look like an animal. But that's exactly what he is. An animal, she thought.

"Don't you dare touch me again!" she shouted at him. No matter how scared she was on the inside, she did not let it show. 
On hearing her answer, just for a fraction of a second, she saw suprise on his face. But soon it transformed into one of his wicked smirks.

"So, you don't like it when I touch you." He came towards her and touched her face with his fingertips.
She looked up directly into his eyes with confidence and said, "Yes. Your touch disgusts me. So stay away or I'll kick you again and believe me when I say, that this time I'll kick you somewhere else to make sure you'll never be able to have kids."

"Oh really! But I remember you telling me once that my touch was the best feeling in this world."

"It was not your touch, it was Alan's. It was before I knew that your hands were stained red with the blood of innocents. Your hands will always remain dirty no matter how many times you wash them and your touch will always be polluting no matter how many fake smiles you wear."

He went back while smiling and without saying a word. "We need to continue with the story."

When I met my father, I saw that he had married another woman and had a two year old daughter. All the love I should've got was being given to someone else. That woman was the reason he had left me. I broke into his house at night and kidnapped all three of them by making the two of them breathe in chloroform. As for my little sister, she was already sleeping. I took them to an empty warehouse outside the city. 

The moment he woke up and saw me, he started acting all sweet. Like he cared for me. He asked about my whereabouts. Then I told him my story, just like I'm telling it you now. He and his wife were scared of me. The fear inside their eyes was something I had always wanted to see. But there was something that I had always wanted him to see and feel. It was death.

I wanted him to feel the same way I had felt, years back due to grandma's and grandpa's death. I wanted to torture him to death and that is why I used one of the most painful techniques to kill. It was called 'incaprettamento'. 

It was a ritualized form of ligature strangulation and was often associated with the Italian Mafia. The bindings included tying the wrists and ankles together, with the body in the prone position and an additional ligature encircling the neck and attached to the bindings of the extremities. I tied him while he was alive. Death due to asphyxia was painful indeed. 

But to make it even more unbearable, I killed his daughter in front of his eyes. I never wanted to give her a painful death, so I poisoned her with cyanide. Both his wife and him struggled to get out of those ropes, but all in vain. I untied his wife afterwards and slit her throat. It took him some time to lose conciousness but I knew that I had managed to kill a larger part of him. I left him struggling to breathe because I knew that incaprettamento would do the deed.

Just how I wanted! To die even before his breathing stopped, to die of greif.  

"You are crazy! A psychopath." She looked at him trying to find humanness and remorse but there was none in his cold eyes. The zeal with which he talked about killing was unnerving. His eyes burned with passion for hurting others and remained cold for humanity.

"Yes I am. I like hurting people and I like to watch them begging me to spare their lives even when they know that I'll do nothing of that sort. Life is a beautiful lie but I am the one who exposes them to an ugly truth called death. We all die one day, it doesn't matter if some of us die young or after a hundered years. I once read it somewhere that there is no greater mystery than human misery. I simply help them by ending them and along with them dies their misery."

"That's no excuse to kill people! It's not something that you get to decide and it depends upon nature. You need help. Just go to a mental asylum because you are mentally sick."

"Don't make me kill you by saying that."

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