Hello all! It's me again, with this new story! RIght, I can seriously see this changing to an M rating if I have to be honest. I've had this idea for months and I finally had to get it out. I dont have a clue what its going to cotain concerning the CSI's. Sara is still going to be in it & Greg's still going to be a labtech, okay? It'll probably stay general/horror/mystery and have next to no romance in it... Sorry all! Anyway, read and enjoy! & please do review, Im not sure if I should continue...
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She screamed louder and louder each time the chains pulled and scraped against her wrists. Her whole body felt like a weight, which she so desperately wanted to get rid of, but that's how he wanted her to feel, she didn't know how much longer she could with stand his torture. Small bits of light crept through the shutters of her chamber, she didn't have a clue where she was, and all she remembered last was having the time of her life in one of the hottest clubs in Las Vegas. Her long get-black hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead, her dark green eyes were glazed over with a toxic fear, this was truly a nightmare coming to life.
Suddenly, the grimy steel door flew open and a man emerged, his face was covered with a balaclava and his entire body was covered in black clothing.
"Hmm, hello my dear." He said, his voice gave away the fact that he was certainly well educated.
She whimpered, refusing to greet him and play along with his silly little mind game. But she soon regretted it as his hand came into contact with her soft tear stained skin.
"Now poppet, didn't your mother teach you any manners?" His voice was like pure poison filling the air until it left you breathless.
She mumbled, her mind was like a black void and her mouth was unable to form one coherent sentence.
"I suppose your wondering why you're here… Well, seeing as I am a nice person I suppose I could explain…" He leaned in closer until his mouth was inches away from her face, his putrid and smelt like dirty river water and his eyes couldn't even be classed as human, there was no emotion, just pure hatred and the want to toy with people until they begged for death.
The girl looked up, her legs were splayed across the floor in a glitzy black skintight dress. She was merely enjoying a night out until this sick bastard picked her up and put her in his own life size dollhouse, because that is what you could call it, his own little dollhouse to play with and terrorize.
"Why?" She pleaded, her voice was so innocent, so pure, it was in deep contrast to her surroundings.
" You're a perfect match" He whispered eerily before bringing his blood soaked fist into mid air and slamming it down into her face, her whole body hanging from the wall motionless.
He slipped out of the room momentarily then reappeared with a large black box on wheels, his hand slipped into his pocket to retrieve a key for the chains that hung the poor girl to the wall.
"Your just perfect, you'll be the perfect start to the family…" He whispered to her unconscious body as he began to slowly undress her body, he denied himself the pleasure of staring. He had a job to do so his masterpiece could soon be completed. He lead her body down on the white, grimy tiled floor and delved into the black box, he picked out the outfit he had spent months making along with the others… It was a pink, lolita styled dress. Each layer had small, delicate white ribbons hanging off it.
He slipped her body into the dress with ease, it fitted perfectly, he sighed with relief, all the months he had spent watching her every move and preparing her dress all boiled down to this very moment, and it was disturbingly perfect.
The finishing touches were to be applied carefully. She did have a few faults, but they could be compromised. He opened a small box with a pair of blue eye contacts; he carefully put in each one and closed her eyes once more.
He took out another small box, this time it was filled with make up, his fingers wandered over each item until he came across the few pieces he needed to complete his work of art. He gently picked up a pale pink lipstick; he lifted up the lid and applied it on her lips, the pink stain looking like an intruder on her vulnerable face.
He took his time, savoring every little moment as he applied some blusher and made her face look 5 years younger, the knee high socks and little shoes fit perfectly, he couldn't believe how magnificent it felt.
But he needed to focus and keep on task, if he let his mind wonder he would make a mistake, and he needed his plan to be flawless so he could get away with it and live out his morbid fantasies.
"Finally" He breathed, his gloved hands held the girl in his arms, she was a precious little disaster in his eyes, he just needed to leave his mark.
He pulled out a small penknife and brought her arm to lay upon his lap. He held the penknife as if it was actually a pen and began to carve her new name into her arm.
"Emily, you are Emily and you are mine.." He said childishly, he couldn't stop a twisted grin forming on his face as he held his new pride and joy, what used to be someone else's world was now entirely his and they couldn't do a single thing to stop him.
"It's just like mummy always told me, Emily! Good little boys always get what they want" He cackled, he held the unconscious body to his chest and began rocking back and forth, his un emotional eyes peering out of the slits in his balaclava.
He let her body drop to the floor for a moment while be packed his things away and dragged them back to his room, the peered down the dimly hit corridor and locked eyes with a pale yellow painted door that had the word 'Dollhouse" written on them in calligraphy writing. He grinned; finally he could play out his little fantasy. Although, there was still many pieces of the puzzle to be found until he could take a step back and look at the pretty little picture he had painted.
He reemerged from his room, his right leg was dragging itself along the wooden floor, his body was still engulfed in its cotton cocoon. "Emily.. I want to show you something very special" He said, turning back into the dark chamber room where the poor girl led helpless.
"Mm.." Slowly, she began to awake from her man made unconsciousness.
He froze for a second, he hadn't actually planned on his Emily waking up just yet, he wanted her to wake up in her own deathbed. "Shh, Emily! You'll ruin the surprise.." He whispered, he roughly lifted her into his arms, the name that he carved on her arm previously was bleeding ferociously but he made sure not to stain her pretty little dress.
He stepped up to the forbidden door. He felt a lump form in his throat and his heart was racing faster than a horse. His gloved hand hovered over the door knob before twisting it, the door creaked and slowly opened, and his own little world finally came to life.
It was just as the door read, a life sized dollhouse for his own creations. His own dark and sick creations. The first room was like a small kitchen, it was painted with pastel colours and had large dollhouse furniture placed exactly where it should be. He didn't have time to stand back and admire the first room, he had to progress through the next door to drop off this parcel. His large, brown boots stomped through the cottage like room and he wasted no time on excitement or sick pleasures, he'd have enough time for that later.
He finally entered his final destination. The room's centerpiece was a large, pink and fluffy double bed, he stared at it, trying so hardly to remember how many times he had rehearsed every little detail until he could take every action without thinking.
He stalked towards the bed and led his Emily down, her black hair splayed out onto the white pillows like paint splattered on a wall. He took her arms and chained them to either post on the bed. God, he couldn't deny it now, he really was turned on by the entire situation, but sex had nothing to do with this at all, he had only one pleasure in mind at this moment in time and that was the pleasure of knowing someone is dying right across the hall from you.