September Will Never End, chapter 3
By the time she woke up, I had left the room. I watched her at a distance. She rolled her head back as her eyes began to sink. She grimaced as her nerves finally felt the wound on her head. She rolled her head down, her brown hair cascading over her face.
She was facing her situation. She was still tied to the chair, and in her lap was the picture I had saved. She blinked some dry blood out of her eyes and studied the photograph. Her face became white as she realized who I was. There would be no more guessing.
Tears formed in her eyes. If she hadn't crushed my heart and soul, maybe I would have taken pity on her, but I hadn't a heart. I did not feel a soul. I only had a mind that craved revenge. I was obsessed with getting her back. I grinned as she tried to say my name. It was just too difficult for her pretty, little mouth to get around. I walked into the kitchen and stood over her. She jumped at the sound of my voice. "Isn't it strange how you fear saying my name now, when before you didn't have a problem using it when you destroyed my life?"
She tried to mutter something, but I slapped her hard across the face. Tears fell down her pale cheeks like rain. I took her chin in my hands and forced her to look at me. Her watery, brown eyes were pleading with my empty, green eyes. "Stop being such a baby," I sneered in her face. I laughed as more tears fell. I grabbed the duct tape and put a strip over her mouth. "Wouldn't want to wake the boys, now would we?" Her eyes told me that I was a monster; that I did not have a right to do this. I grinned and slapped her again. Her tears, with the blood, had now made a small puddle on the floor. I grabbed the knife and held it up to her face. "You better stop crying or I'll cut your fucking eyes out!"
She cried out against the duct tape. I slid the knife across her stomach slowly, savoring the sounds of flesh and cotton being ripped. Her cries had grown even louder after that. To shut her up, I hit her several times in the face with the knife's handle. After the third strike, she hushed. I stared into her eyes, finding hurt, pain, fear, and a deep hatred. I grinned. "Are you angry with me, dear?" She turned her head in disgust. I ripped off the duct tape on her lips and replaced it with my mouth. She tried to pull away from my kiss, but I wouldn't let her, so, she bit me. In an instant, I pulled away and looked at her. Blood, my blood, was hanging on her lips. I glared at her, and expected to be glared back at, but instead, her anger had been replaced with more fear.
I used this to my advantage as I continued to torture her through the night. At one point, I had to stop as I heard a soft knocking on the patio door in the next room. "Mommy?" came a little voice. I forced her to answer.
"Yes, Jakey?"
"What's all that noise?" I threatened to kill him if her response was not to my satisfaction. Her eyes told me that she didn't believe me, but she still answered.
"Nothing, honey, just the radio. Go back to sleep." I was thankful that he listened.
After that, I knew I would have to finish. I left after a few more minutes.
***End Flashback***
She was facing her situation. She was still tied to the chair, and in her lap was the picture I had saved. She blinked some dry blood out of her eyes and studied the photograph. Her face became white as she realized who I was. There would be no more guessing.
Tears formed in her eyes. If she hadn't crushed my heart and soul, maybe I would have taken pity on her, but I hadn't a heart. I did not feel a soul. I only had a mind that craved revenge. I was obsessed with getting her back. I grinned as she tried to say my name. It was just too difficult for her pretty, little mouth to get around. I walked into the kitchen and stood over her. She jumped at the sound of my voice. "Isn't it strange how you fear saying my name now, when before you didn't have a problem using it when you destroyed my life?"
She tried to mutter something, but I slapped her hard across the face. Tears fell down her pale cheeks like rain. I took her chin in my hands and forced her to look at me. Her watery, brown eyes were pleading with my empty, green eyes. "Stop being such a baby," I sneered in her face. I laughed as more tears fell. I grabbed the duct tape and put a strip over her mouth. "Wouldn't want to wake the boys, now would we?" Her eyes told me that I was a monster; that I did not have a right to do this. I grinned and slapped her again. Her tears, with the blood, had now made a small puddle on the floor. I grabbed the knife and held it up to her face. "You better stop crying or I'll cut your fucking eyes out!"
She cried out against the duct tape. I slid the knife across her stomach slowly, savoring the sounds of flesh and cotton being ripped. Her cries had grown even louder after that. To shut her up, I hit her several times in the face with the knife's handle. After the third strike, she hushed. I stared into her eyes, finding hurt, pain, fear, and a deep hatred. I grinned. "Are you angry with me, dear?" She turned her head in disgust. I ripped off the duct tape on her lips and replaced it with my mouth. She tried to pull away from my kiss, but I wouldn't let her, so, she bit me. In an instant, I pulled away and looked at her. Blood, my blood, was hanging on her lips. I glared at her, and expected to be glared back at, but instead, her anger had been replaced with more fear.
I used this to my advantage as I continued to torture her through the night. At one point, I had to stop as I heard a soft knocking on the patio door in the next room. "Mommy?" came a little voice. I forced her to answer.
"Yes, Jakey?"
"What's all that noise?" I threatened to kill him if her response was not to my satisfaction. Her eyes told me that she didn't believe me, but she still answered.
"Nothing, honey, just the radio. Go back to sleep." I was thankful that he listened.
After that, I knew I would have to finish. I left after a few more minutes.
***End Flashback***
