Johnny snickered a little and said, "That's just what you 'pretty people' are afraid of, isn't it?" Then he turned to face a horrified Cleo. She was cringing in a corner with a hand above her head. "Stay back you psychotic freak!" Cleo exclaimed, trying to avoid the stare of his demeaning eyes. "Well, why would I want to leave a pretty thing like you alone?" sneered Johnny. Daringly, Cleo looked up into the eyes of the murderer. As soon as she did this, Johnny gave Cleo a forcing embrace. "I'm so sorry to have harmed your fragile, corrupted little mind. But it will all be over soon enough." With that, Johnny reached into his back pocket with one of his hands, while straining the other around Cleo and slammed her into the wall. Cleo struggled and screamed as Johnny retrieved his taiser with the free hand. He had previously set the level of the taiser gun to 'almost dead'. He turned on the taiser and Cleo's eyes nearly popped out of her skull as she stared at the electric currents radiating from this device, and then…
Cleo woke with a start. "Damn, how many times is this guy going to knock me out in a day?" she thought as she struggled. This place was worse than the last. This place was drenched with blood. There was so much, it seemed as though it were seeping from the cracks of this floor…"Wait," Cleo thought as she examined the floor. It was wooden, a hole in one of the planks seeped out a strange, yellow light. She inched over to the small hole on all fours, when the shackle around her ankle stops her. "Bastard," She thought with resentment. She lay down, despite the fact that the floor was drenched with blood, and then she peered through the whole. The sight was enough to make any "normal" person projectile vomit. It was another pile of corpses, which had several grotesque features about them: one man had a hole drilled into the top of his head with a stick shoved through it, as to "stir" the brains of the victim, a corpse of a middle aged woman had her intestines gouged out of her body with nails in the end of the intestines, as to have been nailed to something, several other corpses did not have tongues, and others had their bones broken and reset in odd angles, almost resembling crustaceans. Cleo put a hand over her mouth as her face turned green. Next, she made the mistake of looking up at the sight of several girls (she thinks she recognizes one) who had their eyes gouged out and angled metal pieces shoved through their faces from underneath their chins to their upper lips, to make them look as though they were smiling. All their necks had a large, crusted gash in them. Their faces were painted black and white to resemble their indifference. They all wore shirts that had the words JOIN US printed across them. At this point, Cleo had lost the pizza that she had had at that dance club the night before. As she was gasping for breath, her tormentor walked through a metal door.
"So, you like what you see? I figured you would peer through the convenient little whole that I had drilled next to where you would wake. Just to be nice, I'm giving you two options. If you struggle, you will resort to one of the horrible images that you saw through the floor. You keep your fucking mouth shut and sit there like a good girl, I will merely slit your throat and make things quick and easy. Then you will join a few of your friends that I have seen you with over there. It's your choice, my dear, Make it fast!" Johnny said with a joyous look on his face. His hands were behind his back, hiding something. "You just want to get your fucked up little pleasure out of hearing me scream, beg, plea, and cry. Well you know what? I'm not saying shit!" Cleo retorted. Johnny shrugged, "Have it your way!" Johnny ran towards her with a sledgehammer gripped in both his hands. Johnny swung at her, missing as Cleo jumped with the three foot radius he had left her to move in. Next, Johnny swung the hammer
at its side, and nailed Cleo in the jaw. A few of her teeth flew out on impact. Cleo sat there, helpless, hunched over in the corner of this room, in the basement of this fucked up little house, where she assumed to die. She stared up at the killer with blurred eyes and a gaping, bleeding mouth. Johnny then reached to grab a rope off of a rack on the wall, which he tied a half-conscious Cleo with. Next, he took a small scalpel off the same rack and began to carve her face. He was carving an intricate design that consisted of spirals, arrows, and pointy trims, almost that of one of the dough boys. Cleo just screamed. What else could she do? She was pretty much screwed anyhow. Next, he used white paint with a large paint brush to cover her face, and then he used black paint to fill in the cuts of the face with a small paint brush. It burnt. Badly. She lie there cringing and whimpering in pain.
Lastly, Johnny reached for a butcher knife from the rack and lined it up with Cleo's neck. "As promised my dear! You didn't squirm too badly, so you get it easy this time." With that, Johnny slit her soft throat with the knife, and watched her bleed heavily from her neck. "I will prepare you to join your friends. Make yourself at home." In Cleo's eyes, everything faded. First, her sense of touch, then the sense of smell, hearing, lastly vision, and she was gone. Johnny used a dingy towel to wipe the wound on Cleo's neck, then removed her shirt and replaced it with one that looked exactly like her "friend's".
