Praenuntia Mortis
My feet are silent as I walk over the beautiful pristine surface. Well as long as long as blood covers the white floor , I can call it a beautiful surface.
My prey is writhing on the floor, agony written clearly on his face. I poke my big toe over his abdomen wound and he screams. The gushing of blood and the screams create a beautiful chaos and I revel in it.
"Shh little boy, everything is fine. Be a brave boy for mommy and open your legs" , I kneel beside him and croon. He sobs and begs for mercy. I don't understand why they beg for mercy when they know that I am not known for dishing out mercy to my victims.
I spread his legs wide and start making little patterns with my knife. His eyes widen and he starts thrashing wildly , well as wildly as a man with broken arms and ribs, dislocated shoulders and snapped spine can.
"P...please, p..please don't. I...I....T...take whatever you want, my business it's....it's yours, my m..money , m...my inheritance any.. anything you want y..you can have it b..bu..but please stop". I hum under my breath and give him the impression that I am thinking about his offer. I do nothing and wait for the inevitable hope to build inside him when he sees me sitting still with a thinking face. He stars glowing with the hope and give him a full blown sinister smile.
"No, Mr Langdon, I have absolutely no interest in your riches", I say and brutally snatch away his hope before plunging my knife deep into his testicles. His screams are loud enough to wake the dead and I relish in them. After stabbing his balls for quite a few times, I inject another amphetamine dose in his veins to keep him awake. He keeps blabbering and wailing while I start sawing off his penis. The penis which he used as a weapon against the weak and defenceless, the penis which made him feel invincible. I cauterize the gaping wound left and he howls. Poor baby, wishing for a miracle, hoping that someone would come to his rescue. I attach his manhood on my second knife, by slowly pushing the sharp edge of the knife into the penis from the base and for extra measure tie the base and knife with a rope. His eyes are half open and he keeps looking at me with a pleading expression so I give him a sweet smile before stabbing my cock knife.. Heh I like that name, into his asshole. It's his most loudest and agonizing scream. I keep raping his ass with my knife and soon his screams turn to soft whimpers before it stops completely. I squat over his chest and slowly start digging my way to his heart and make sure that his eyes are on me all through the ordeal. I give him one final smile and yank out his beating heart with my bare hands. The life leaves his eyes and I spit over his body before standing.
One more monster less from the face of Earth. I click a picture of Mr Langdon's brutalized body and then pack the image with the heart in an expensive box. The box will be gifted to my next prey as a polite warning that I am coming for him next, afterall I do have some kindness left in me.
I pour gallons of acid in the indoor swimming pool and dump the body of Mr Richard Langdon in the acid. I gather my weapons,bleach the whole make shift torture room before pouring gasoline and lighting the room on fire.
It was an exhausting weekend, and I am ready for my comfy bed. I dump my duffel which has my gift, and all the evidences of my recent murder, in the secret compartment of my car and disappear into the night.