Masterpiece
Posted: 08 Nov 2015, 22:45
There were a series of pops followed by the shrill scream that always accompanied the tear of muscle away from bone. Underneath his hand, the woman continued to writhe and try to escape despite the zip tie around him before the brown haired man released the grasp on her. She wriggled and scooted on the couch, his ice blue eyes watching her, unyielding as he waited. She no longer tried to cover herself, the wounds inflicted on her skin with his knife. The bruises, the cuts. They were around the small of her back and her stomach, her blouse torn to reveal the injuries. Blood stained her porcelain skin, making it slick in some places and sticky in others. Logan wet his bottom lip and waited as he stepped forward, his boot landing beside her side before she pulled herself away with one arm.
He waited until she was six strides away before making them slowly, his foot moving to her side and then he flipped her onto her back. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a scream and the man felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth as it echoed around in the abandoned hospital. Logan wiped his gloved palms off on his denim jeans before crouching down on her right side. It was evident as she trembled, the subtle cleavage that was visible jiggling with the action.
Fat tears rolled down the woman's high cheekbones, her full red lips being drawn into a tight line the moment she saw the glint of his knife in the dim light. 'Good. She learned.' The man thought in amusement before tracing the tip of the blade against the inward curve of her stomach. She had learned he hated screaming and that was good. Logan added pressure and crimson began to blossom around the tip of the knife. She inhaled quickly, pulling her stomach away from it before she let it out after realizing her mistake. "Please."
He hated it when they begged, when they pleaded and as she said the word again, a flick of his wrist turned the obnoxious words into a high pitched scream. Slowly as he worked, Logan felt warmth soak the sleeves of his white button down turning it red and staining his skin the color of rust. He watched the way that the softness of her flesh split under the slightest amount of pressure. The man worked carefully, peeling away and after sometime, she looked almost like a grotesque flower the way she had been arranged.
Red and white, adjusted to lay in a circle.
Her tearstained cheeks were still in tact, her hazy brown eyes staring lifelessly into the distance without seeing. Unbuttoning his shirt, Logan walked towards the bathroom before he placed it into the wastebin. Next, he collected the vodka that she'd been drinking and dropped the bottle inside. Just before he picked up his sweatshirt, Logan flicked the cheap lighter as the orange-red flame and tossed it into the bucket. The whooshing sound sent a chill down his spine as he walked pulled the cloth over his head.
Warmth licked at the remaining strip of bare flesh above the waistband of his jeans and with a final smirk towards his masterpiece, Logan hummed to himself as he walked towards the exit. Smoke lifted into the night time sky, the flames expanding slowly as it followed a preset trail surrounding the woman before a nearby camera clicked and the man left without another thought while the echoes of his footsteps resonated off the stone walls.
He waited until she was six strides away before making them slowly, his foot moving to her side and then he flipped her onto her back. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a scream and the man felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth as it echoed around in the abandoned hospital. Logan wiped his gloved palms off on his denim jeans before crouching down on her right side. It was evident as she trembled, the subtle cleavage that was visible jiggling with the action.
Fat tears rolled down the woman's high cheekbones, her full red lips being drawn into a tight line the moment she saw the glint of his knife in the dim light. 'Good. She learned.' The man thought in amusement before tracing the tip of the blade against the inward curve of her stomach. She had learned he hated screaming and that was good. Logan added pressure and crimson began to blossom around the tip of the knife. She inhaled quickly, pulling her stomach away from it before she let it out after realizing her mistake. "Please."
He hated it when they begged, when they pleaded and as she said the word again, a flick of his wrist turned the obnoxious words into a high pitched scream. Slowly as he worked, Logan felt warmth soak the sleeves of his white button down turning it red and staining his skin the color of rust. He watched the way that the softness of her flesh split under the slightest amount of pressure. The man worked carefully, peeling away and after sometime, she looked almost like a grotesque flower the way she had been arranged.
Red and white, adjusted to lay in a circle.
Her tearstained cheeks were still in tact, her hazy brown eyes staring lifelessly into the distance without seeing. Unbuttoning his shirt, Logan walked towards the bathroom before he placed it into the wastebin. Next, he collected the vodka that she'd been drinking and dropped the bottle inside. Just before he picked up his sweatshirt, Logan flicked the cheap lighter as the orange-red flame and tossed it into the bucket. The whooshing sound sent a chill down his spine as he walked pulled the cloth over his head.
Warmth licked at the remaining strip of bare flesh above the waistband of his jeans and with a final smirk towards his masterpiece, Logan hummed to himself as he walked towards the exit. Smoke lifted into the night time sky, the flames expanding slowly as it followed a preset trail surrounding the woman before a nearby camera clicked and the man left without another thought while the echoes of his footsteps resonated off the stone walls.