Killer

Warning: Cannibalism

A buzzer sounded, echoing throughout the constrictingly-small, pitch-black room.  A slight whimper wove itself in the buzz, barely audible but still present.

With a bang, an unseen door slammed open, light spilling through and around the silhouette of a man.  From the light that pushed its way around his tall frame, the room he stood in lit up faintly.

Another whimper, and in the quiet, it echoed loudly, coming from a long, unevenly-rounded table at the other side of the room.

With a click, the man turned on a light, fully illuminating the room.  Trays of metal instruments lined one wall, sharp edges and twisting blades and pointed teeth glaring off at any observer.  Bottles, glass jars both empty and full of slimy, unidentifiable objects sat on shelves.

The oddly-shaped tabletop revealed itself to be a body, a flesh and blood organism, still alive.  A girl, clothed in a simple dark shift, her arms and legs strapped firmly to the silver-metal tabletop, her mouth covered in a stained rag.  Blood-red rags were tied tightly around her ankles, knees, and elbows; scars ran up and down her naked legs.

The man, dark brown hair covering similarly-covered eyes, reached to a set of hooks by the door, taking a bleached-white lab coat and buttoning it around his chest.  Rubber gloves were pulled out of a box and snapped around his hands.

Another whimper from the poor girl on the table rang out, causing a smile to grow on the man’s face.  His eyes lit up, a glow spreading to his entire body.  Slowly and deliberately, he made his way to his victim, taking pleasure in the way her eyes widened and then squinted shut, her arms thrashing against her bonds.  She whimpered a fourth time, this one a slight stream of noise.

Reaching the table, he pulled a small knife off the wall.  The girl’s eyes grew larger than humanly possible and her thrashing became more frantic.

“Sh, sh,” the man cooed, running the side of the blade down her cheek, sliding it under her gag and cutting through the cloth in one smooth stroke.

She took a deep breath, ready to scream her lungs out, until his hand came down on her mouth, muffling her voice.  Leaning his face right over hers, his lips a hair’s length away from her skin, he whispered, “Quietly.”

Tears streamed down her face and puddled on the table as he pulled his face away.  She took a deep, shaky breath, pleading, “Please, please,” over and over.

Shaking his head, the man smiled, pressing the point of the blade to her arm.  She gasped and he cut her off with a finger to her lips, the knife digging into her skin and blood dripping out of the wound.  “Hush,” he breathed, pushing the knife in deeper, tearing easily through flesh and muscle.

She gasped again, quieter.  The blood flowed freely down her arm and onto the table, skin peeling away into the stark redness.

Pulling the knife out of her arm, he wiped the sticky blood on the fabric that covered her chest, placing it again onto her skin, lightly tracing a line from her armpit to her elbow.  Slowly pressing down, he turned the knife back around and traced a thin line back down her arm, blood vessels bursting and liquid bubbling to the surface of her skin.  Her lips pressed together tightly, turning white as tears fell down her face. 

His smile fading, the man crushed his lips to the wound, kissing it, blood coating his lips.  His tongue flitted out from his teeth, again and again, soft and cool against her skin.

“Please, please stop,” she pleaded as he brought his blood-coated lips to hers, silencing her pleas.  Pulling his face away, he shook his head, staring down at her now-bloody lips.  “I can’t.”

He shifted over her, his hand on her thigh.  Reaching over to the close, gleaming wall, he hung the knife back up and picked another, this one thin and serrated.

A soft cry escaped her lips as he turned back around, the smile back on his face.  “I can’t,” he repeated quietly, near stabbing her as he carved into her skin. 

More cuts, down both her legs, and the stainless steel was literally overflowing with blood.  He traced his finger up the edge of the table, licking off the blood that stuck to him.  Raising his now-colored finger, he tried to clean it on the hem of her shift.  Happily failing, he picked up the knife again.  A low growl emanated through the room, and the girl, nearing unconscious, lifted her head.  Almost trancelike, the man muttered, “So close,” seemingly nonsensically.  Digging the knife the deepest into his victim’s arm, he dug out a chunk of flesh and muscle.  Screaming shrilly, her voice was cut off as she passed out from blood loss.

Licking his lips, the man placed his snack into his mouth, eyes closed as he savored it.  Chewing slowly, the man wiped his lips clean, another low growl emanating from his stomach.  Cutting another piece of flesh off the girl’s arm, he ate that one too, faster than the first one.  He ate another, then another, and finally a fifth.  After this one, the man walked away.  A few moments later, he came back to the table, a wet cloth in his hand.  He placed it over the missing chunks on her arm, the cold water bringing her back to consciousness.  With a shriek, she stared at her arm, struggling against her bonds.

Author's Note

Not quite finished yet, I don't know where to go with it until the end.

Reviews

[A. V. Madison]

Holy hell.

Riley I am so proud of you. The gory techniques used in this writing are so amazing.... Look how far you have come from AspiringWriters when we first met!! Riley, keep up the amazing work, You have an amazing eye for detail when it comes to writing, luv u like a sis, girl.
(No Homo lol)
~Maddie.

[Catulus]

This read was positively gut-wrenching... positively, I say. Nice work.