Bab 4: Chapter: 2.2 “Mister Mystery”
Abandoned godown. My own godown. I purchased the entire land including this godown to do some 'black' work. But where is it located? Unknown to others except me and my trusted few.
Andres's and mine's heavy footsteps echoed in the deserted and dimly lighted hallway. Moving towards the basement, I extended my right hand to Andres. But didn't look back at him. Realizing the reason, Andres extended a pair of hand-gloves towards me. White in color. Clearly can see even in the dark. At the moment, I grabbed the gloves and wear them on my both hands. I raised my hand again. Now Andres handed me a gun.
"Fully loaded‚ sir."
Andres gave me the pertinent information while I was observing the gun in this dim light. I nodded but without any response. I started playing with the gun with my index finger. Because it is my favorite toy.
"Are the other tools ready?" My calm and low voice echoed in this quiet and closed godown loudly. Several times‚ repeatedly.
"Yes, all ready."
Andres pushed and open the door for me and stood aside. I entered easily. A sodium vapor lamp illuminates the entire room with a soft, yellowish glow. Just below the lamp a girl and a boy are tied to chairs facing each other on either side of a table. Their eyes are tied with black cloth. They're both Scared. They are scrambling. The boy is trying to be normal but the girl is sweating.
"My men can do all the work pretty well, can't they, Mr. Sloan?" I smiled arrogantly.
Sloan, my most distinguished man. He is none other than Andres. Standing in the middle of the table, I looked at both of them in turn. I placed the gun from my hand to on the steel table with a noise.
"W-Who are you? Why did you bring us...here?" asked the girl named Dove, her voice stuttering and shaking with fear.
I smiled a little. I didn't answer. No doubt‚ none of them succeed to see my smile. Because they are blindfolded. Today they see only darkness despite having ability to see. Andres thrust a medium sized box towards me. Its upper coating is white in color. Taking the box in hand, I placed it on the table and looked at Andres.
"Did you change the box?" I asked him again in my serious voice. Because the previous box was a gorgeous red in color. A drop of blood couldn't be discerned.
"Yes, sir. It was you who told me to change after the last 'surgery' ." Andres responded like a dutiful son. The corners of his lips twitched ever so slightly and instantly returned to their original position.
I shook my head. Then I opened the box and looked at the equipment inside. Three old and rusty screwdrivers, slightly sharp and rusty blades, knives, some needles, extra sharp scissors, a hammer, two small jars filled with pepper and salt...etc. Basically all the tools for brutal torture are here.
Looking at Andres, I contorted my face slightly to compliment him. I stood beside Oliver with a rusty four-headed screw-driver in hand. I asked him as I turned the screwdriver.
"Oliver Madison ... that's your full name. Isn't it?"
Oliver swallowed the clear dry mouth. He nodded in agreement. "Yes‚ yes. But what's the reason for bringing me like this? For money? Call my father and tell him the amount. You'll get it in an hour."
"Wow!" I scoffed. The boy's confidence is to be admired. "What is the maximum amount of money your father can give me?" There was some anger in my voice. But I decided to keep my brain calm. "I've made enough money in my life to buy the whole town you were born in. I don't need money."
Dove pleaded . Her voice is almost cracking. "But what... do you want from me? Please... let me go."
I looked at her. I smiled again. I pointed at Andres. He untied Dove's blindfold. The girl blinked several times. It took her some time to adjust to the sudden light. Then her eyes fixed directly on me.
"I need your terrified stares - cries for life - warm blood - crunching bones - begs for forgiveness and then…" I grinned through my teeth. I lowered my neck very slowly towards the right shoulder. I whispered in a hoarse voice, "... Existence."
Dove's eyes widened in fear. She began to utter indistinct words. No doubt she is fearsome. Overwhelmingly scary. She stares at the screwdriver in my hand. Constantly shaking her head left and right trying to stop me from doing what I was about to do.
I nodded my head in response and stabbed Dove's hand with the screwdriver. Mercilessly. The flesh of her hand, through the veins, stuck to the handle of the wooden chair. A loud cry of pain. After a few seconds‚ Dove's warm blood began to come out through her newly made wound I had made. I know how Dove will feel when I'll pull out this screwdriver.
I laughed as I smelled the salty scent of blood. I feel like a merciless titan. Andres stands still.
"Free me if you dare, Psycho." Suddenly Oliver shouted. I could feel the hatred in his voice.
"Of course." Shaking my head like a psycho, I took scissor. Grabbing Oliver's left hand, I placed his thumb between the scissors.
In a moment I heard Oliver's cry. He is apologizing. "No, no. I was wrong. I admit it. Don't do that. Please!"
"Should have thought before speaking." I didn't wait. I cut the thumb from his hand. His hands were soaked in blood and his denim jeans were getting wet. I saw them writhing in pain. A demonic pleasure is felt.
To be continued...
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