~Lucia~
We were in the carriage and despite all the times I have been given to men in exchange for money,
ultimately murdering them in the same night, I felt uneasy.
Something was about to happen and I pondered about that hunch until we reached the building,
a rather big house, far from the inner city of London.
John and I approached the main door which he proceeded to knock on.
He let his hand slide across my back, letting it sink when the door opened.
In front of us was a man in his early thirties, he had frizzy, unkempt hair and a light skin tone.
His face had harsh features and his eyelids made him look tired as they were droopy.
The man started to grin upon seeing me. He had an animalistic energy emerging from his eyes which were immediately pinned on me.
"Come in.", he held the door open for us and watched me closely as I walked past him.
He led us to a separate room where he had kept Samuel, gagged.
It was a disgusting sight, he looked even more like a pig.
Samuel was drenched in sweat and his face was insanely red, a vein popping out on his temple.
"Here you go. I'm glad that fat asshole will finally get out of my sight. Wouldn't shut up so I gagged him.",
he let out a dirty laugh which caused me to furrow my brows for a split second.
I saw how John looked at me from the corner of my eye but when I focused on him his face was void of any expression.
The man wouldn't avert his eyes even when I looked straight into them.
John put one of his hands on my shoulder and started to slowly push me into that guy's direction.
That man grinned, grabbed Samuel by his hair and dragged him towards John.
He tossed him in front of his feet and grabbed me by my wrist.
The people whom John targeted, who were eventually murdered by me, usually treated me this way.
They were convinced and conceited, completely obsessed with the idea of overpowering me.
The whole ordeal never lasted long until I was given the order to terminate them.
However today I did not feel confident about the process.
Although nothing was much different from the usual setting and I did not doubt my ability of executing this unsuspecting man,
I felt a sense of insecurity about how all of this would play out.
"Hey, you harlot!", that man shouted right into my ear, I had spaced out completely.
In the meantime John had left along with Samuel and I was alone with the guy, my target for this time.
My eyes shifted over to him just as his hand fell down at full speed to smack me across my face.
I did not budge which seemed to further agitate him.
However he did not stop grinning.
"Seems like your master sold you off without any second though, ey?", he practically spat at me.
He gave off a strong vibe similar to the one doctor who mutilated me for life.
That man let his fingertips wander across my skin. I could feel it when he noticed my marks John had given me.
"What kind of freaky satanic marks are those.", he has said more to himself. "I must be lucky! I will add you to my collection!", he exclaimed, fascinated by the tattoos.
Collection?
"I know you're excited to know what I'm talking about! I will show you before I start tearing off that beautiful skin of yours."
and so he dragged me down to his basement.
We passed through a door which was hidden behind a shelf, real cliché.
Upon seeing the staircase images of the doctor's basement flashed by in my mind.
I could feel my heart rate increasing when I thought back to my 'life' back then.
It made me feel sick to my stomach.
We walked down the stairs for quite a while, there was no light but what I could see were cold brick walls encasing us.
The man proceeded in pushing me forward, huffing the closer we got to the end of the stairs.
He pulled out a matchbox from his pocket, lit a torch on fire and detatched it from the wall.
Holding the toch in front of himself he dragged me along a short hallway.
There were 2 doors on each side and another one, the most intricate of all of them, at the very end.
"Ladies first...", he said before barking with laughter.
He had forced the torch into my hand and opened the door.
The room we entered was spacious; the air was so stuffy I was gasping for air shortly.
His hands cupped my shoulders and he pressed me forward to a wall.
As the light of the torch hit the wall I was offered full sight of the horrors hidden in this buildings basement.
It took me a few seconds to make out what I was looking at until it hit me.
I began to feel nauseous.
He was observing me closely as my eyes scanned the monstrosity.
This police official had carefully skinned a presumedly beautiful woman, stretched her skin out to dry and then pinned her to the wall.
My gaze lowered underneath to a small table on which a jar was placed.
It contained a liquid and inside two eyeballs were floating.
Disgusted I turned away and his face was right in front of mine.
"Like what you see?", he was laughing like a maniac.
He turned and gestured to the numerous other atrocities on each space of the wall.
"You see, whenever I tried to appease women they all ended up rejecting me."
He approached another big piece of human skin and gently stroked it.
"They said they were repulsed by me and my seemingly twisted sense of beauty." His was now twisted in anger.
"Whenever I opened up they tried to run away. But why? What's wrong with this?!"
He pulled me closer and pushed my cheek against the skin. I frantically tried to keep the torch far away.
"Look closely. Do you not see the beauty? This skin won't age, it won't become wrinkled and ugly.", he said, clawing onto my face with his fingernails.
He had skinned at least 20 women and conserved their eyes in glass jars.
"...You are insane...", I managed to press out underneath his palm.
The man stopped talking and eyed me like an animal for a few seconds.