[Part 1]


Holly's lip curled as she heard the familiar inhalation before the first chords sounded, the sound traveled in bursts of waves, breaking through the silence of the environment. It reverberated loudly within her eardrums, she could feel the vibrations chill her to the core.

It was exciting.

There was a reason why she had the walls sound proofed. Another cue by breath initiated the main theme.

It was the breath of life.

A thought drifted far away within a blink of an eye before she could fully comprehend the memory, but all she responded with was a snicker at the irony as her hands fumbled at the ends of the gloves in anticipation.

Minutes passed as the woman let her eyes lay shut, listening to the minor chords envelop the haunting theme of the piano. The habitual courses of action were a necessity, before she could begin her task at hand; the music took Holly far away, somewhere dark and peaceful.

She smiled.

It wasn't until she heard the sounds of the violin and cello embark on their right of passage before she walked over to the kitchen table.

It was time.

Two consecutively? Holly was getting a bit greedy, but she deserved to indulge.

The dings of metal lifting off of the metal plate was delightful. Holly inspected her work and eyed each angle and edge of the narrow metal held between her fingers. She sanitized all her instruments beforehand, in the early hours of the morning when the sun barely peaked over the horizon. She was too quick with her butchery in the dismal hours of the night, so she took her time with the cleansing process of her various instruments. They were special to her.

A strangled breath heaved from below, pulling Holly out of her reverie. She scrutinized the body beneath her, the cephalic veins running across his upper arm down to his wrists strained as the man tried to pry himself out of the restraints. Holly had his mouth bound by a cloth, but she could see his attempts to scream as his jugular vein jutted out from his neck. The dull end of her scalpel languidly caressed the vein as she traced it down to his clavicle. The man winced at the cold contact, causing the tip of the blade to nick his skin. The blood came out slowly from the small gash, and it drove Holly over the edge.

She took a deep breath in and held the air for a few seconds before looking down at the man. She saw it in his eyes.

It was fear.

His quiet sobs filled the air as Holly pulled off the cloth and folded it nicely, before placing it on the table. His terror had subsided, but what replaced it were the sounds and feelings of contrite.

" I didn't mean it. Do you have no mercy?" The man pleaded and thrashed against the leather straps.

" Don't scream."

He trembled.

Holly pressed the tip of her scalpel from the edge of his shoulder, maneuvering it down to the sternum.

He didn't scream. He howled stridently as his body jerked up in pain.

Holly smiled once again.

The beautiful tune complimented the wails filling the air. Holly had a deep affection with music, it was the only form of perfection that man could produce. Music's immaculate nature and it's depth could physically rattle and mentally impact the the soul.

She picked up her blade, the tool dissolving the skin like butter, and pressed it on the other end of the man's shoulder. The actions were familiar, but the reactions were always foreign. This man was vicious and the inflection of his screams were of high frequency in accordance to the music.

The man thrashed, but Holly was always quick with her feet. She pulled a needle from the metal plate, carelessly letting the scalpel clank onto the surface.

It was instant.

He was numbed, and all he could feel and hear were his screams escaping his lips.

A telephone rang, the familiar ringtone instantly ceased Holly from her duty.

It only took a glance at the man to subside his vocal outcries; the woman held a scalpel at his throat before picking up the phone.

"I'm coming Holly."

The sound of her lover's voice and the man writhing in pain beneath the tip of her scalpel was arousing. Gail spoke about her whereabouts as Holly engaged in full fledged conversation with her.

It took all of Holly's self-control to prevent herself from mindlessly dragging the scalpel's tip all over his face like a blind painter trying to produce something beautiful despite his affliction.

After a few minutes, Holly heard the dial tone of the call once the couple said their goodbyes.

A sense of giddy, in arrival of her lover brought chills to Holly's bones. Although, a hint of guilt lingered in the far depths of her mind, but she brushed it off as the screams resumed. She needed to be quick.

The man's breaths were heaving as the blood thickened and pooled from beneath him. It thrilled Holly.


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