The late night air had a subtle chill. It was still early fall so there wasn't really a need for a jacket yet. The stars were almost nonexistent being so close to downtown. Rylie Gates walked down the uninhabited street looking for her target. She'd walked up and down the backstreets of this god forsaken city for hours. She knew these broken down buildings housed the most dreadful people in Mocksville. Though, she hadn't met up with one yet. She thought about giving up and going home. It was almost two in the morning, and she had a busy day the next day.
She walked for ten minutes more. The sidewalk was a bit more narrow in this part of town. It felt like there was barely any room to walk. She passed an alleyway. Looking down at it, she saw nothing but darkness. Looking forward to the street again, there was little light except for a street lamp about 10 feet away. Rylie froze as a knife pushed into her back. Finally, she thought. A demonic grin wanted to spread across her face. She held it back. Though, her eyes betrayed her and showed how excited she was. She had been waiting all night for this moment.
"Don't make a sound." a man whispered into her ear. "I'd hate to kill a pretty thing like you."
Rylie rolled her eyes, but put on an innocent act. "I'll give you whatever you want! Please don't hurt me!" she exclaimed. She shot her arms up to look as legitimate as possible.
"Oh you'll do everything I want." She could hear the lust coming from his voice. It disgusted her. "Start walking." He forcibly turned Rylie. "Into that alley." She had no choice and started walking.
Down the alley they went. Rylie's eyes took a second to adjust. She noticed boxes and pallets stacked to the left side against the wall. About 20 feet in, on the right, there was a dumpster with locks on the lid so no homeless could take what was inside. The man, obliviously, was being led deeper into the alley by Rylie. Once they had walked next to the dumpster, she acted. She quickly turned around, and dislodged the knife from the man's hand. Before the man could react, Rylie swept her boot under the man, causing him to lose his footing. She used his own weight against him and made him fall backwards hitting his head. She took out her own serrated knife and held it to the man's throat. Dazed from the fall, the man had no idea that there was a knife to him now. "It's your turn not to make a sound." Rylie's demonic smile was released. There was no stopping it. She quickly grabbed zip ties from her pocket, and tied the man's hands together.
After about five minutes the man finally started to register what was happening. He thrashed around attempting to break out of his restraints. "You bitch!" He yelled as he struggled.
Rylie's cold, dead stare silenced him. She was deciding how to torture her prey. "You went after the wrong woman tonight." Rylie broke the silence. She stood up and walked towards him. She calmly pulled back her dark brown, shoulder blade length hair into a ponytail.
"What's a weak woman like you going to do? I'll fucking kill you!" He thrashed at her.
She looked the man dead in the eye and stabbed his thigh. He opened his mouth to scream. Rylie quickly shoved a cloth in the cavity. There would be no screaming on her watch. He struggled immensely to free himself. It was no use. He could see Rylie's green eyes filled with murderous intent.
Fear seeped into his dull eyes." Wait! Wait! You want money? I'm sorry I went after you! I'll give you anything!" Rylie could hardly understand him. She pushed the cloth in more to cease anymore talking from him. Tears flowed down his cheeks. He wasn't acting so tough anymore. He got to meet a true monster.
With her knife, Rylie lightly ran it down his cheek. "Honestly, I think it's a little late for any apologies." His crying increased. "And unfortunately for you, my favorite part of this, is the torture." His eyes widened from terror.
"Oh, I need to make sure you can't run." She looked down to his feet. Slowly she removed the man's shoes and socks, watching the dismay in his eyes the entire time. With one quick motion she sliced the man's achilles. Pain erupted in the man. He struggled harder than ever. She could tell he was in so much despair. One more strike and she severed the other one as well. The man jerked, then stopped moving. "He passed out. Well that's no fun." Rylie exclaimed. She hated when they passed out. That meant she had to wait for them to wake up.
She decided to try and move the pervert. Being a smaller frame, it was more difficult to move a limp body. Slowly she inched the man's body to the right side of the alley. She sat him up against the wall behind the dumpster. Just in case someone decided to walk by and look down the alley.
Thirty minutes passed, and the man began to wake up. "Rise and shine big boy!" Rylie got close to his face with an enormous smile. "I'm glad you're finally awake! I was getting bored waiting." She ran her knife down his chest. "It's time to have some real fun!" She cut his shirt down the middle to expose his chest. He definitely wasn't in the best shape. She doubted that he could even keep up with her if she had run in the beginning. He began struggling again. Terror all over his face. He didn't want to know what she had planned to do.
Rylie pushed the knife onto his chest. A small drop of blood escaped his body. She then dragged the knife closer to his nipple. His muffled screams were like music to Rylie. She started circling his right nipple. She stared him in the eyes, never looking away. She then started carving his nipple off. The pain in his eyes gave Rylie goosebumps. She loved watching these sadistic men get what they deserved. Once it was removed, she held it up so he could see.
"Whatcha think? Sorry I'm not a doctor so it wasn't a clean cut." The man erupted in muffled screams. Tears poured down his cheeks, and he began trying to plead with Rylie through the cloth in his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't hear that. Say again?" Rylie started giggling. She began cutting off the left nipple.
All of a sudden she could hear talking coming from the street. Interrupted in her torture, she instantly turned and glared at the entrance to the alley. The body part was limply hanging off his chest, only by a thin piece of skin. Two men, obviously drunk, stumbled into view. Muffled sounds erupted from the man as he began to struggle more. Rylie had to think fast to make sure the men wouldn't notice the struggle. With the butt of the knife, she slammed into his temple. His head knocked to the side and hit the dumpster with a bang. She froze. She could hear one of the drunks, "Hey. Ish somewon over th-there." he slurred. Quickly Rylie started meowing as if she were a cat. She hoped that they wouldn't be able to see her con, in their state.
"Fucking cats! Scared the shit outta me!" The drunks laughed and continued stumbling.
A sigh of relief escaped Rylie. Close call, she thought. She set her sights on the man again, and started to unbutton his pants. She struggled for a second, he wasn't in the best position to remove them. There were streams of blood flowing down his chest. The pants were sucking up all the fluid and were sticking to his body. The voice in the back of her head pondered whether she should have started with his manhood. A few minutes later she had finally wiggled them down enough. "Wow." Rylie laughed "not much to show down here, huh?'' The man strained himself to get away. He fell over on his side, and then couldn't move. "How do you feel about castration?" His eyes widened. Rylie began to remove his testicles. Not a moment went by, without the man thrashing and whimpering. The man started gushing blood. He would be dead soon with all the blood he had lost.
Rylie looked at her watch. Already past three in the morning? She thought. She decided to end it. She raised the knife to the man's mouth. He instantly realized who she was. The Smile Killer. He started wailing through the cloth. He knew meeting her meant the worst kind of death.
Rylie shoved the knife in the man's mouth, with the cloth still inside. She remembered the words said to her in the past. Come on! Smile! A pretty girl should smile when getting attention! She began cutting an unnatural smile from ear to ear. Finally the man could make some sort of sound. He attempted to cry and plead for the pain to end. Unfortunately, his jaw hung down on his neck, and only unnatural sounds escaped his throat. Rylie Immediately stabbed the knife into his neck. He could no longer try to plead. A gurgling noise was the only thing to escape him. The pervert was almost instantly dead.
Satisfaction enveloped Rylie. All done. Time to go home. She looked at the dead man one last time." Smile when you get attention." With that Rylie went home.