Chapter 1
Okay, I'm doing this for something on deviantart. There is going to be a link in my profile at the very bottom. Okay? Okay.
My name is Cassididto. I don't remember my full name. Just Cassididto.
That's what they call me, anyway.
I guess I should tell you who they are.
They are the people who imprisoned me here.
I am Cassididto, lady of the bloodied walls, chairs with cuffs built into the arms, and the infamous mask.
I would laugh, but I don't think it is necessary to frighten the man standing outside my cell, looking at me, gawking at me like I'm some sort of rare treasure that was tainted.
I guess I might as well explain my current residence in this cuffed chair.
I was a cannibal.
I enjoyed eating my victims' lungs with some nice Italian spices.
And then I meet a man. I thought I could trust him. Showed him my methods.
He sent me to this hell hole.
But that is done. He visits me once a month, only for me to make a fool of him and his miniscule I.Q.
I have eaten 20 people. Only 7 of them are known.
Ignorant imbeciles.
I close my dark red eyes.
The fool who put me here is coming... I smell him…
And a woman is with him.
They are in front of my cell now, gawking at me.
I slowly opened my eyes, my glittering crimson eyes. I saw the woman, and decided to voice my distaste for the disgusting woman.
I hissed.
The woman gasped, and stepped back slightly.
It may not have been the most eloquent thing to do, but I enjoyed the reaction greatly.
"Hello, Cassididto."
"Good evening, Meyer."
The annoying woman became flustered over the lack of attention she was getting, and purposely banged her knee against my cell, causing a great vibration, hurting my ears.
She cried out in pain as if she had never felt anything like bumping her leg into a table.
Apparently Meyer was talking to me, because the woman clutched her leg with one arm, and the other around Meyer's waist.
My eyes flickered quickly from Meyer to the woman, causing my eyes to be over shadowed by crimson, the white of my eyes invisible.
He obviously saw the illusion, his Adam's apple bobbing.
I would chuckle, but the mask they insist to put upon my face makes moving my mouth a difficult task.
The most I can manage is my name.
"Cassididto…" Meyer said.
I look up at him with my blood eyes. My glare was cold and cruel, clearly showing my disgust in him.
He swallowed again.