Creak
Slowly, the door shut behind the man. The click clacking of shoes followed up after him.
"Tsk, why is it so dark here? I just need to borrow that stupid money." he said - knowing full well he would not pay them back and ghost them. Scratching the back of his head in confusion he shouted, "HELLO? Did I seriously get scammed of my time going here? I can't even see a thing anyway."
Click clack, click clack.
Went the noise again.
The man's eyes suddenly widened with fear and before he could even scream in agony, a slash went through his arm.
Horror spread across his face as his arm felt numb yet it still hurt. His throat became dry at the thought of half his arm on the floor and whatever left of it that was attached to him would look like. His thought yelled, 'What the hell is happening?!'
"You really are at rock bottom. So pathetic." muttered a female voice. It was not easy to hear but was still loud enough for the man to hear.
"Sh-shit! You-you bitch! What are you doing? What did I even do to you? Leave me alone!" he stammered in a rush. His arm was quite the sight. The woman had not even touched him since she slashed his arm. Yet it looked terrible. His flesh felt like it was peeling away.
Through the veil on her mouth, he could see a small smile. As if she noticed him looking at her, she stepped through the shadows and whispered to him, "You were the last one who made my life miserable. You made me like this. If you had just shut your mouth, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAPPEN." she bellowed in anger.
His eyebrows furrowed as a wave of memories flooded onto him. As he drowned in them, the woman's smile became wider until it showed her teeth, "This can be considered your payment. Go through the pain I went through and then let us see if you can leave. That is if you leave, alive." She stroked the tip of the blade on her sharpened pocket knife and what followed was a brutal stab to his chest.
"I... I'm sorry. P-please forgive me. I'm sorry Eludia, forgive me!" he said through clenched teeth as the woman vigorously yanked the knife that was then plunged into his head.
She said nothing as the man sunk to his knees and fell onto the cold floor of the dark room. Even the small window was unable to shed any light onto the two people. One would even go on to say one person and one monster.
Eludia grimaced in disgust, "I can't believe a scumbag like you made my life a living hell. Bastard." She sent a kick to his mess of a head.
The room that was filled with liveliness died down as instead of groaning and the word sorry, was the sound of the click from a pocket knife and a mop sweeping the ruby red covered floor.
The narrow opening in the ceiling gave some way to slightly cancel out the horrid smell of blood. The drops of rain stroked the ground and soon the pitter patter of water meeting the floor took over.
The disheveled room was discovered the next day, a single drop of blood from the victim lay in the middle of a cold yet clean room. Otherwise, not a single piece of evidence was left.