The small lamp was bright enough for me to see her disfigured face. Her eyes were still beautiful despite the redness. Blood oozed from her nostrils onto her bare breasts. I pulled her hair back to see her left ear missing its earlobe.
She sat head bent down on the wooden chair I made especially for this. I held up her face and softly led my fingers over her tooth. Perfect. Her two front teeth shattered to bits inside her mouth. My hammer did a good job. I got a good deal on this hammer I remembered.
“Scream all you want bitch” “where’s your Ryan now uh?...filthy whore”.
I could see the fear in her beautiful blue eyes when she saw me bringing out my chainsaw. Ahh the satisfaction. i stood behind the chair. “Well remember those papers you signed with those long fingers of yours?”. She clenched her finger hard tears rolling down on her cheeks. Yes she knew what I was going to do. I held the tip of her right index finger and began at the bottom. I held her finger in front of her face and shove it into her wide open screaming mouth.
I stepped outside lighting a cigarette. The wind blew the smoke into my eyes.
“You’re not going to get away for this you sick fuck.” She screamed with all her strength. I heard the chair fall down. I went back inside.
“Oh are you hurt baby?” I asked stubbing my cigarette on her left thigh. She shook hard forcing the metal wire pierce deeper onto her wrists.
“There is no way Mrs Donna would allow that!” she exclaimed. “So I’ll pick you up at eight? You are going to love this place.” “I can hardly wait. Bye” she walked up to her door and waved. She was beautiful her golden hair cut short above her shoulders was perfect.
Mary and I were childhood friends. I still remember our special game we used to play in my backyard. She was there for me all the time and I for her. We shared no secrets from each other. We took a history class together in college and nothing had changed. I was going to marry her make her the mother of my children.
It was eight twenty and she did not pick up her phone. Her parents told me she left with a girlfriend two hours back. I was worried. She would always let me know.
After four days of her missing she was found in a dumpster. She was gang raped which killed her, a slow painful death. Her body was almost unrecognizable her face mutilated.
Leslie. That was the first name that came to my mind when I heard about Mary. She had bad friends and had always tried to bring Mary close to them. No. Mary was a sensible girl she knew Leslie was nothing but trouble.
The case was never closed but I knew Leslie had something to do with this. She knew big people hence she was safe. I decided I would bring everyone to justice who killed my Mary.
Leslie began to lose conscious. I picked up her huge belt from the floor and whipped her. “Wake up slut” she could not scream any more. All her strength had drained. I stepped on her hair and kicked the chair. There was no much hair left on her scalp. Much of it had been burned and fed to her.
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