1 CHAPTER 1
The smell of blood in the air could be the main answer to the chewed-up pieces of flesh that littered the room, the dogs scratched the door, blood dripping of their paws, the metallic burgundy liquid dried on their faces. The paint decorated the walls beautifully, as if a torturing session didn't happen but a ferocious yet elegant dance took place. If you looked at the chunks of flesh hard enough, you would be able to tell that they were human organs.
In the center of the room was a bed, a beautiful man laid there, sleeping like the dead. The man aroused from his peaceful sleep, surrounded by the dead. Remembering what his persona did a few hour ago, the man started heaving.
His eyes filled with tears, he started shaking and began counting his fingers, his counting stopped at six.
His eyes glazed over and the tears and heaving stopped, all original emotions changed. Instead of a tear glazed face, a devilish grin grew.
He began singing in an overly sickly sweet upbeat voice, "one Jew, two Jew , three Jew, four~ One black, one brown, how many more ~?"> he started cackling to himself, finding himself to be very amusing.
His glazed eyes soon lost its mirth, and the man looked at his fingers, obviously feeling very sick of himself. He carefully stood up, looking at the gruesome image that displayed below him.
Sighing softly, the man began gathering the sheets on his bed into a pile, then putting on some gloves, he gathered the stray pieces of human meat of the floor, throwing the meat into the mouths of the dogs, who munched on them hungrily as if they hadn't been fed before.
Grabbing a bottle of peroxide that was ironically on his bed side table, he wiped down the floors, bleached them and used other chemicals to remove any signs of blood, that even with a UV lights couldn't pick up the evidence.
Entering the already pristine kitchen, he opened the fridge and his clear eyes turned murky once again.
The man started chuckling creepily once again, closing the fridge. He exited the kitchen making his way down a set of stairs, reaching the end of the stairs. The man started putting in passcodes into the heavily locked door. Once inside, he looked at the clean torture table and began pondering of last night's actions.
"I was too messy, but I was so excited that I couldn't wait" he gushed to himself.
"But I was messy, I wasn't patient enough to take him to the basement, stupid me…I caused trouble for other me…" he sighed, pouting like a little child. Not acknowledging that he killed six people the day before, his child-like brain was too complex for basic human understanding.
Feeling the familiar urge once again, the misty eyes grew bloodshot. His hands tingling at his side, he murmured, "it is time…"
She skipped merrily down the road, no consciousness of the terrible world that surrounded her.
She turned her head to meet the wind, peaceful yet a quite noise was heard, like the sound of dragging, the first thought was maybe an elderly person was carrying something heavy and they needed help carrying it. Which elderly person would be out at this time?
Walking into the dark alley way, a shadowed silhouette was seen. Bad feelings continued to loom over her, yet she continued walking until she stopped abruptly. Not a sound left her, her eyes glued to the mans face. Beautiful.
The man stopped walking and was at two-meter distance.
Finally, she looked at he body bag the man had been dragging, thinking innocently, Esopha didn't
question anything.
There was no fear.
Only dumb innocent thoughts.
The man was mesmerised as much as she was, yet she could see his clenched fists shaking slightly.
The man then walked up to her, she didn't even take a step back. Raising his fist,
He hit the back of her neck.
Her breathing instantly evened out and she dropped, catching her in his arms. He gently placed her against the alley wall.
He left to dispose the body, after doing his labour. Only thirty minutes had passed, he had gone back to the alleyway, the girl still peacefully sleeping against the wall.
He gently picked her up in his arms and walked to the Lamborghini parked outside.
Entering his mansion, he gently laid her on the sofa.
Realising what he had just done.
Both characters had done this without realising, both non-verbally agreeing to take her to their
house.
Midris's murky eyes, changed back to normal, his soft gentle demeanour returned. His previous tyrant self was resting in the pits of his mind.
The sleeping girl began awakening to her comfortable slumber, noticing the man next to her. She didn't shy away, and began staring at the man like candy, lightly licking her plump lips, her not so innocent desires were obvious.
The man lightly coughed to get her attention.
"oh, yeah hi" she said finally.
The man looked kind of unimpressed, though still very kind. He was confused, this little coloured girl just looked at him weirdly then greeted him.
"…hi" he finally muttered.
"got anything to eat?"
Now he was extremely confused, some random stranger kidnapped you and the first thing you ask is, 'got anything to eat?', not a 'where am i?' 'who are you?' 'what are you going to do to me?', that is what he was used to, not 'got anything to eat?'
"um,I have Cheetos"
"gimmie gimmie"
Still trying to wrap his head around on what just happened, the man entered his lavish kitchen, and opened a cupboard and presumably to where the Cheetos would be. Bringing the Cheetos to the overly comfortable woman.
"hey, you're not bad" she said happily, taking the bag from his hand, she said with her legs crossed on the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table turning on the excessively large TV, Putting on Pokémon indigo reruns.
Awkwardly, he sat on the opposite seat on the sofa, completely blank, soon he began questioning if he was drunk. A few hours earlier he might have had a glass too many of scotch.
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