The disappearance of Sam Guilder had gone, if not entirely according to
plan (things never really did), then at least close enough not to warrant
any excessive improvisations. He'd gone in in the middle of the night,
cleaned out all the remaining surveillance equipment, and then brought Sam,
drugged out of his mind, with him when he left.
When Sam woke, he'd been stripped and secured to a metal table with drains and raised edges, almost like those used in morgues for autopsies. The only differences were the length of the table and the hooks. The table was long enough for a grown man to have his hands raised above his head and still have neither hands nor toes over the edges, and the hooks secured the ropes that held Sam immobile.
The biggest problem Michael had was that Sam was an amateur. That and his sadism had made him cause several mortal wounds on the girls, killing them way before he'd wanted them to die. The problem with that was that Michael was hard pressed to replicate the damage on Sam without killing him before he'd experienced everything the girls had.
Unfortunately for Sam Michael was not an amateur, in fact his expertise in causing pain far exceeded even the most enthusiastic sadist. He had had several of them to practice on in his long life.
When the last of the wounds had been recreated on Sam, Michael smiled softly and let out a relieved sigh. Completing a challenge like this always felt good. Thanks to a lot of hard work and the latest in medical technology, Sam was still alive and conscious, albeit not even slightly sane, not that he'd really been so when he started.
Now all that remained to be done before he could close this case was to kill Sam, get rid of the remains and clean up the room. The first two would pose no trouble, the last required far more work. Modern forensics being what they were, he would have to disinfect everything inside and get rid of everything that had touched Sam. There were times when he really hated progress.
Author's note: Sorry for this being so short, but with only two reviews, I'm not all that enthusiastic about continuing this little tale. Please, do review if you want any more.
When Sam woke, he'd been stripped and secured to a metal table with drains and raised edges, almost like those used in morgues for autopsies. The only differences were the length of the table and the hooks. The table was long enough for a grown man to have his hands raised above his head and still have neither hands nor toes over the edges, and the hooks secured the ropes that held Sam immobile.
The biggest problem Michael had was that Sam was an amateur. That and his sadism had made him cause several mortal wounds on the girls, killing them way before he'd wanted them to die. The problem with that was that Michael was hard pressed to replicate the damage on Sam without killing him before he'd experienced everything the girls had.
Unfortunately for Sam Michael was not an amateur, in fact his expertise in causing pain far exceeded even the most enthusiastic sadist. He had had several of them to practice on in his long life.
When the last of the wounds had been recreated on Sam, Michael smiled softly and let out a relieved sigh. Completing a challenge like this always felt good. Thanks to a lot of hard work and the latest in medical technology, Sam was still alive and conscious, albeit not even slightly sane, not that he'd really been so when he started.
Now all that remained to be done before he could close this case was to kill Sam, get rid of the remains and clean up the room. The first two would pose no trouble, the last required far more work. Modern forensics being what they were, he would have to disinfect everything inside and get rid of everything that had touched Sam. There were times when he really hated progress.
Author's note: Sorry for this being so short, but with only two reviews, I'm not all that enthusiastic about continuing this little tale. Please, do review if you want any more.
