Nov 15
2:39 am
He couldn't bring himself to kill her.
It was not that he didn't want to, he just didn't want to let this one go. He was having too much fun with her. Her eyes had lost all the luster of life. She only screamed when he cut her. They always screamed when he cut them.
Edward enjoyed his little playmates. The way each one was different. They all screamed, cried, and begged differently. Some begged for their life, others quickly begged for death. This one wanted death and he was not sure she deserved it. He enjoyed his little experiments.
Where did it start? The need for flesh, the need for blood? He had begun his experiments at six years old. His mother had a dog. An annoying yippy mongrel that seemed to hate him. It had barked at him and chewed at his ankles. He had hated that dog. His mother had went out to bingo one night and left him all alone. It after all was not his fault.
The dog would not stop barking. It stood in the corner jumping with each yipping noise it made. It started to make his head hurt. He had simply wanted it to stop, but Edward did not stop. He grabbed the dogs by the leg and beat it into the floor. Over and over again, until the stupid dog didn't make a sound. He had never felt more alive in his life.
He had taken the dog's body out into the yard and buried it. He cleaned the bloody mess as best as he could. But what would he tell his mother? She loved that dog more than she had ever loved him. He decided that a little pain was better than ignorance. He would receive pain either way.
His mother came home to the back door wide open. She had beat him within an inch of his life and tossed him down the basement steps. He had stayed down there in the dark for three days before he was so weak that he decided to crawl out. His mother glared at him but did not say anything. Edward did not forget the lesson. Sometimes a little pain was worth it. His mother never got another dog.
After that, Edward started finding animals around the neighborhood. It was not hard. Hold your hand out in a nice gesture and the stupid things would come right up to your hand. Didn't they know not to trust?
His mother had caught him because he had made a mistake. He had not expected her to be home. He had caught a cat and brought it home. It was warm and trusting in his arms. He took it straight to his bedroom and shut the door. He had petted the animal to keep it calm. He tied the legs together so it could not move. The cat did not like this. It had started to yowl. He had grabbed its face and squeezed until he heard bones break. The cat made weird crying noises. It would have to do.
He took a pair of his mothers sewing scissors and went to work. He started by cutting off the tail and moving onto the limbs. The cat had died after the first two paws. His mother had come in after the animal was dead. It had struck him by surprise that the big woman had dropped to her knees and started to cry.
Did she really care that much about this mangy animal he had wondered. Did she actually have a heart under all that fat? His mother had become silent after her tears. She got on her knees and came for him. She had beat him and broke his arm. Edward had learned another important lesson. Don't get caught.
Edward had to grow up before he realized that his mother didn't cry for the cat. She didn't cry because her son was sick. She didn't cry for all the animals that went missing in the neighborhood. She was crying for the dog that had disappeared. She know knew what had happened to it. Despite the broken arm and the pain, Edward had went to bed with a smile on his face. It was that night that he realized that giving pain was so much better when you were acknowledged for it.
Edward snapped out of his memories. He looked down at his victim. She was laid on the table. Her blonde hair spilled out around her head. Blood dripped off the table and onto the floor. He had her strapped to the table so she couldn't move. She had passed out a few moments ago from shock. He didn't mind, it gave him some peace while he did his work.
He prepared the saw and began to work.
Lisa groggily opened her eyes. All she could feel was pain. Intense pain that radiated everywhere. This psycho had done a job on her. He had cut her almost every night. He would leave her alone in the dark after he was done with her. At first she had tried to scream for help but it did no good. No one was going to find her.
A single tear leaked from her eye. She would never see the light of day again. She would never marry and settle down. She was going to die here and she knew it. She just hoped that it would be soon. She could not take this pain anymore. She could not stand this hopelessness she felt. She only wished that her parents would have something to bury. She lifted her head and looked down.
Her naked body lay gleaming under the bright light. Her eyes swam as she tried to focus. The man was sitting next to her watching her. A cry for help welcomed his harsh hands. He did not have any problem with hitting her. He had no problem hurting her. What kind of monster was this?
She groaned as the pain started to intensify. She focused her eyes at last. She looked down at her legs and began to scream.
Edward watched as his subject began to scream. She struggled in her straps and tried to pull free. Where the hell did she think she was going? She had no legs.