a shocking experience {killer/cleo}
Jan 17, 2021 21:13:44 GMT -5
Post by cluekiller on Jan 17, 2021 21:13:44 GMT -5
TW: violence, torture
charade
I am feeling impatient.
Capturing her was easy enough. One swift jab of the syringe rendered her unconscious. Dragging her body was difficult, but I had my practice with Cassius. Now she is strapped to a chair, the same chair I killed Cassius in. Parts of the wood are stained a black cherry red. I did not bother cleaning it. I want the horrific realization to sink in when I tell her what really happened to him. Everyone thinks he ran away or fell sick. Those rumors enrage me. Everyone loves to deny truth even when it stares them in the face.
I am here to make my statement.
When the bitch wakes up, she will not see me. She will see a suit and a mask, and she will hear a voice muffled by static. I want to be a genderless reaper in her eyes, except today I do not plan to kill. The temptation is there, I can feel it writhing in my bones, stirring my heart, but it is pointless to ruin tonight's plan. I want this one to escape, to tell the others what she heard from me. I want panic, I want fear, I want chaos. I want them to lock their windows and wonder why they are being hunted.
"Cleo!" I exclaim the moment she stirs. I know it will take a moment for her to adjust. She will wake up to find a device strapped to her head, a band wrapped around her temples. Two wires trail from either side all the way to a silver box at my side. There are various buttons and dials on this box, and I know what all of them do. Her feet are also submerged in a metal tub of water. Two metal clamps bite the sides of it, two additional wires attached to them. She almost reminds me of a spider, so many black strings attached to her body. I wonder if she knows what it means.
"You're awake at last. It is good to see you," I continue. It's half-hearted sincerity. I am never excited to see this hateful bitch, but oh does my stomach flutter at the thought of seeing her right now. She is positively powerless, perhaps for the very first time, and I thrive in it.
"I'll give you a moment. I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." I move to the silver box and press a button. A soft buzz hums in its bowels. An electric current is building, but I am not releasing it yet. Not until the bitch talks.
charade