Merciless the blade stroke down - an execution axe like - unstoppable and devastating. It was destined to cause harm - pain and suffering. The razor-blade-sharp steel screamed for blood, wanted to taste of the flesh and the fear of its victim taking pleasure of it... enjoy.
In unbelievable scare Christian starred at the approaching weapon, unable to move or even to let the scream out which grew deep inside his chest. He was afraid - afraid beyond belief - and it was a fear he'd never felt before in his whole life.
Abruptly the Carver stopped in the middle of the move, only a second before the blade would have cut skin, muscles and nerves without a thought. He pressed the knife into the flesh so it caused a trench like cavity on Christian's cheek. Slowly and silently the white stiff mask which the carver used to wear bowed down over his victim. He turned his head taking an interested look on the paralyzed features of the surgeon and his eyes widened by fear.
Christian was expecting his torturer to say something but he remained silent. He kept on studying him with his eyes Christian couldn't see, tortured him from a reason he couldn't understand. How could one person be so mad?
"Beauty is a curse on the world!" the tuned voice announced monotonous while he let the knife slowly and delightfully glide over Christian's skin. Instantly the cut began to bleed, drops gathered to small red lakes who finally in small streams ran down his face. "It keeps us from seeing who the real monsters are."
The pain let Christian wince inside. He wasn't able to think. There was just one sentence always repeating in his head - "Let it be over fast! Please let it be over fast!"
When he had finished his work the Carver stopped and inspected the blood that was shimmering on the blade. Then he looked at Christian again. "Your friend didn't listen to my warning. He should have earned his lesson. Just like you, you fool! You vandals destroy my art, you turn people to dolls. You're desecrating the beauty of nature. I will no longer accept this." He audibly breathed in an out a few times, eyed Christian again. He seemed to think.
His quiet snoring breath echoed in Christians ears and caused a unbearable noise inside his head. If only he could have moved... but this torpor and helplessness drove him crazy... and the certainty that he wasn't able to do a thing to keep him from whatever he planned next. When he realized that the carver put aside the bed covering and with his free hand devotionally stroke his chest panic overcame him. NO! Anything, but not that. Please... don't...
But no one heard his silent plea, which was only reflected by his eyes.
The carver went on without haste and seemed obviously to like the game - it turned him on. He let the end of the knife slowly glide over the shirt down to his slip, provokingly he let it slip under the clothes and with a fast cut he got rid of it.
Impatiently he grabbed Christian and turned him around on his front. He put the knife aside on the bed and appreciative caressed his backside. Then he started to open his pants.
"No!" Christian screamed inside. "Please don't! Not that! Please! Why doesn't anybody help me?"