She looked to be

older than me, but still quite lovely. Fair skin and dark hair, similar to mine. She had just finished shopping at a 24 hour grocery store and was on her way to her car when I saw her.

I followed her quietly. When she opened her car door to put in her groceries, I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the car, leaving her dazed enough for me to bring her and her groceries back home with relative ease. I figured that I shouldn’t let good food go to waste

Fell was eagerly awaiting my return. Tonight’s hunt had to be mine alone, but she made me promise to bring her back something nice so that she could share in the kill. I handed her the bag of groceries. Our guest apparently came out of her daze at that point and took this distraction to swing her elbow back into me, and slip my grasp. She ran. I laughed as she hopelessly ran back down the dead end path from where I had dragged her. I told Fell to put the groceries away and grab some rope, then I casually followed the woman, taking out my knife as I went. I savored her screams as she realized that she could not escape.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, my dear?” I called to her.

“You can’t get out like that and there is no one to help you here”

She stared at me, shaking and looking like she was deciding between trying to run past or fighting me. I stopped and watched her, waiting to see what she would do

“Where are we?”

“Hard to say exactly where, so let’s just call it my home and leave it at that”

“Who are you?”

“My name isn’t important… but if it helps, I’m the one who brought you here”

“W-why did you bring me here?”

“To be my victim”

She looked at the knife

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Oh yes”

“Why? What did I do to you?”

“Nothing to me, love. You were just in the right place at the right time… or not, depending on your perspective”

“You’re crazy”

“Heh… Maybe I am”

I started moving closer to her. She swung at me. I blocked it and struck back, landing a punch and sending her to the ground. She was cut slightly from the knife I had been holding in my hand. She groaned and struggled to get to her feet. It was then that Fell appeared with the rope. I smirked and handed her the knife. The woman was no push over. She was getting ready to fight again. This was good. This was more than I could have hoped for.

She tried punching me again as I approached. I blocked, but she managed to kick my legs, sending causing me to stumble. I admit, I was careless in that I had underestimated her. She clearly had some form of training and her strength surprised me. Thus, she was actually able to land a punch. I repaid her in kind, sending her back down, then ended the fight with a kick of my own.  I forced her on to her stomach and had Fell hand me the rope. Her hands bound, I grabbed one leg and Fell grabbed the other and we went skipping off to the cabin, dragging her behind us.

Once there, she started up again

“Please don’t do this. Please let me go!”

“No”

“Why are you doing this to me? You said I didn’t do anything to you.”

“No, you didn’t, my dear. This isn’t anything personal. I don’t hate you more than anyone else, but I’m hungry and the only thing that will satisfy that hunger is the death of another. As I said, you just happened to be convenient, so why not you?”

“I don’t want to die”

“No one does, but we all have to sooner or later”

“I can pay you-”

“I don’t care about your money”

“I have a family and friends… They’ll come looking for me”

“Ha! They won’t find you”

“Please I have children… I need to go… they need me… I need to go be with them now”  

“Don’t worry, I’m sure one of your friends will care for them… If you’re really worried, maybe I could check up on them for you.”

“No! No please don’t hurt them!”

   

“Alright then, I’ll just stick with you”

“Oh God…”

“No God to help you either”

Fell handed me my knife. From there it was cuts so many sweet little cuts. I lost track of how many I did most of it, though as promised, I let Fell get in on it too.

Hart had been hiding away in his room, most likely trying to ignore everything. I let him sit out the last one, but this time I was not feeling as merciful. I called him out then forced him to cut her just once. He did as he was told and retreated again as soon as I let him. He doesn’t have a taste for blood but I figured he should still get his hands dirty.

The woman whimpered and screamed but begged no more. Eventually she fell silent; nothing but a pretty red pattern. Her death was beautiful, like her. One to match her strength

Roy: thank you again for helping me to choose her. I hope you enjoyed this too.