Psychiatry of Blood
Chapter One:
Sinful Pleasure
"Please...don't
hurt me." she whimpers and pleads. I smile down at her.
Her
light hair and light eyes make her tan skin stand out.
"Don't
hurt me. Please..." he looks over at me, seated at the side of
her hospital bed, watching as I run the cold knife
along her
neck.
"Are you going to kill her or do I have to?" he
growls.
"I'll do it, just let me have some fun." I grin
back at him. "Wouldn't you like to see her scream and cry in
pain?"
"Yes, I would." he smiles, gets up off the
recliner and walks over to her.
"You could say that I am very
disappointed in you." he looks down at her.
"Maurice,
don't kill me. I really am sorry. I know being a psychiatrist, means
I should help, but..." he slaps her and she
whimpers in
pain.
"Shut up, was I asking you to speak?!" I hold back
his hand.
"Stop, just slice her. Don't slap her." the
cold breeze blows through the window. I smirk, while she twitches in
pain.
"I really don't think you should do this, I think I
should kill her. After all, it was me she betrayed." I remark
and he shrugs.
"Fine. Go right ahead, but I want her after
she's dead." he grins. Her eyes grow wide with fear.
"You're
a necrophiliac?!"
"Yes..." he winks at her. "I
also enjoy...licking the blood off of bleeding women." he
laughs.
"Oh my God..." terror washes over her face. She
looks over at me.
"Please, don't let him do that to me!"
I smile apologetically.
"I'm sorry. But, I can't stop him. I
have to tell you something first, before you die." tears run
down her face. "Your friend, you know your dearest friend?"
she shakes her head.
"Yes...what about her?"
"We're
going after her next." I grin. "I'll have much fun with
her. Of coarse, she's a lot better looking than you."
"You're
just some blond bimbo." Maurice comments. She glares at him,
then stares back at me.
"If you hurt her, I will haunt you
for the rest of your life. You do not harm my best friend and get
away with it, Jason!" I scoff at her.
"You're really
amusing. How about this, you let us torment you and...we won't
torment her as much as you." Maurice nods his head.
"Mhm,
that sounds great. What a great proposition. But, Jason, you must let
us have fun with her friend. I MUST have my fill." I see the
determination in his eyes.
"Fine." I turn back to her.
"We get to have fun with her though, no torture...no knives...no
guns...no objects...just fun."
Maurice frowns.
"No
objects? Why can't we have objects?!" I put my finger to my
lips.
"Shh..."
"Fine!" he turns away and
walks to the window.
"Fine, torment me all you want. Just
don't hurt her!"
"We are going to kill her, you know
that, right?" he asks, still staring out at the city below.
"No,
I have a better idea. How about this, Maurice?" he turns to face
me. "We keep her...her friend, as a slave...a personal
slave."
he grins.
"Mmm, yes. Then I could cut her torso everyday,
just a little bit and then drink from that!" I grin
back.
"Yes!"
--5 Hours Later--
The
blond lays there, decaying in a pool of her own blood. We laugh as we
put our regular clothes back on.
"That was fun, Jason!"
"Yes,
it was. I think it's gonna be more fun with her friend though. More
amusing than she. God, whatever happened to
psychiatrists helping
you? I mean, Linda didn't help me. She betrayed me and put me into
that damn asylum!"
"Yeah...so...how are we supposed to
find her friend?"
"Hmm...I have no idea. How about this?
We go to that pub that they hang out at and we might find her there."
, I suggest.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan." we pick up our
bag of tools and walk out to a waiting black van. 'Seems like they
changed where we are supposed to stay...' I wonder.
--Cornell Pub--
I lay there...on the
couch facing the door. 'Linda was supposed to meet me. Her timing is
always exact. She must have caught the cab late.' Two figures walk
in...they look to be about eighteen. Both muscular, tall, well-built
men, one with dirty blond, short hair and black eyes the other with
red, course, curly hair and blue eyes. Their long jackets swing in
air rushing by from the fan next to me, blue jeans and white, shirts
stained with something red show from underneath. The blond, I've seen
before.
Jason,...Jason Dosty. The other I've never seen before.
Jason looks over at me and smiles.
"Well, well. Look who we
have here!" I exclaim as they walk over.
"You thought we
were still in the asylum, didn't you, Violet?" Jason smirks.
"No
kidding, when did you get signed out?" the other raises his
eyebrow at Jason, smiles and then turns back to me.
"Oh, some
time ago...we met in there. We got out on the same day too. How have
you been?" I roll my eyes.
"Being a
psychiatrist never gets boring...I can tell you that much." I
laugh a little and motion to the two seats on either side of
me.
"Here, sit down. Enjoy a drink!" they nod and sit
down, Jason on my right and the other on my left. I turn to the
red-head.
"And you are?"
"I am Maurice." he
waves the waitress over.
"What would you like?" I smile
at the young, blond waitress.
"I would like...an apple
margarita please. Non-alcoholic--I'm on call in a couple of hours."
Jason grins, and touches my hand lightly.
"Oh, how about
this. You take off the rest of the day and drink!" I
shrug.
"Sure...I guess I deserve the day off."
JASON
'Sure
you do...you low-life selfish bitch...'
VIOLET
Maurice
nods.
"I'll have a beer."
"...and I'll have the
same..." Jason adds. The waitress leaves, and I turn to
Jason.
"How have you been? Do you have a job?" I can see
Maurice smirk out of the corner of my eye.
"Yes, we have a
job getting rid of trash." I hear Maurice chuckle.
"Mhm,
because this here city needs to get rid of some trash! The trash here
is overwhelming! Just seeing it makes me gag!"
"Yes,
trash is accumulating too much in this city." I smirk back at
Maurice.
'Such as you, you
disgusting piece of worthless matter! You and Jason need to be
resubmitted into that hospital where you will remain there for the
rest of your existence!' I smile sweetly. The waitress comes back
with our drinks and sets them down on the table.
"I must go
to the ladies' room for a moment." I say and get up. Jason and
Maurice nod.
"Okay."
"Mhm."
