She screamed and screamed, but to no avail. No one could hear her down here.
She knew that, and so did he. He ignored her constant screaming and continued with his work. He was working on a dirty, rickety and rotted fold out table,which he probably found somwhere in the streets where he kidnapped her.
Suddenly he turned around and stared straight at her. All she could see was his peircing, white, glowing eyes staring at her through the dank and darkness of the sewers. "Get up" he commanded her. She obeyed. He moved over to the table again and switched on a light.
She screamed. His face was deformed and hideous. He turned and stared at her. "What? It frightens you doesnt it? Well, you can thank your husband for this" He spat as he pointed violently at his face.
"Is this why you kidnapped me? To get back at my husband?" She yelled. "Now calm down my dear, theres no need to yell". "Calm down! You kidnap me and bring me down to this dank, disgusting place and expect me to calm down!" She yelled again.
"If you dont calm down i will be forced to tear out your throat" He calmly warned.
She decided he wasnt bluffing and shut up. He turned to his table again and picked up a odd looking implement and started to wave it about in the air like it was a child play thing.
She winced when he brought it swiftly down on the table. The table split in two and he laughed. His laugh was maniacal and bordering on insane. He just kept laughing, not taking a breath, Until hus arm fell off, then he stopped and looked at her. They stood there staring at each other so fiercly, as if it was a contest and the loser would die.
He suddenley advance swiftly at her with the odd looking implement in hand and brought it down, sharp and hard. As he brought it down all she could do was stand there and watch, watch him hack at his own arm with the implement, laughing. That same maniacal, insane and haunting laugh as before.
Then he stopped and stared at the ground with nothing but pure hatred in his eyes, hatred for her and what she had done to him. He lunged at her, screaming, but not a scream of anger or hatred, it was a scream of pain, as if killing her would hurt more than killing his own children.
He slamed the implement into the wall behind her, missing her face by only millimeters. She fell to her knees, scared out of her mind.
He then walked over to the wall on the left and began to write somthing with his bloody stump.
When he had finished she looked at him."But Why?" She asked with tears pouring down her delicate face.
He stared at her with a blank and Mournful face."Because pain is all i know..."