Sin City
I wasn't going to let him get away with this. Not in my book. He went to far now. No backing away. He's defenseless, strapped to my table like a crazy person in a crazy house. Maybe that's where I have to go. Be I am sure as hell am crazy.
Jake Martin. Asshole. Douchebag. I can go on all night. Took my Clare, and did something bad to her. MY Clare. He wasn't getting away.
He wasn't.
Jake is struggling to get free from the table I strapped him to. He can't get out. He will never get out. Alive that is…
"Get me out of here! Help Me!" Jake screamed at the top of his lungs. Ha. Fool nobody can save you, you asshole.
I smirked and walked around the table, eyeing my prey. The scalpel burning a hole in my hand. I put my lips near Jake's ear and whispered:
"Your Dead jackass. You shouldn't have messed with Clare. You shouldn't have messed with me."
"I didn't do anything. Your crazy! Let me go!" Jake screamed again.
"Oh, so you didn't get Clare pregnant and left her! She came to my house crying her eyes out saying you left her because she's pregnant with your baby! But, don't worry, I'll help her with the baby like it's my own. And…you'll burn in hell."
I took the scalpel and pressed it against Jake's cheek, drawing blood. He screamed in pain, and I smiled. Then, I shed the skin off of Jake's arm, red crimson blood pouring out from the big hole in his arm. Jake kept begging and pleading, I wouldn't listen. I cut another hole in Jake's other arm, more blood seeping out. Jake's screaming got annoying, I got duck tape and put it on his mouth.
I took off Jake's shirt, and cut a long, deep line on his stomach. Jake's screams were muffled. I took the scalpel and cut Jake's forehead. I cut his nipples off and his screamed his head off. Ha, this is funny. I chuckled a deep laugh, and Jake looked at me, horror in his eyes.
I took off Jake's pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of me. I walked to the desk in the room, and rummaged through it. I finally found what I wanted. I large steak knife that reads "Jake" on it. I walked back to Jake and put the knife to his penis. His eyes went wide, and I think he was pleading for me to not take his manhood from him, but I wasn't sure. This needed to be done.
With one swipe, I cut of Jake's prostate, and he screamed so loud, that the tape was blown off his mouth. A lot of blood splashed out like a fountain and I laughed. He won't he getting anyone else pregnant. I grabbed the scalpel again, and stabbed it in Jake's stomach. He screamed more loudly since the tape was off. His eyes started to droop, but I wasn't finished. I took the steak knife, and whispered to Jake:
"See you in Hell."
I sliced his neck open, making the last of his blood our out his body. He was choking on his own blood. Drinking it up, and regurgitating it back out. Foam formed in his mouth, then he finally stopped.
Jake was dead.
I dropped the knife and looked around the room. Blood was covering every inch of the walls, making it look very evil in here. I looked at my clothes, and they were drenched with blood. I sighed. It had to be done. I wasn't going to let him walk around the streets, knowing he had a baby and wasn't taking care of it. Don't worry I'll help Clare, even if the baby doesn't turn out to look like me.
I took out my iPhone and texted Clare.
He's gone-Eli