Shoots of green began to peak through the snowy ground. A young woman skipped down the pavement. She bit her lip as she hummed a ditty to herself. As she approached the candy shop she clenched her jaw, and put on her best poker face. Everything was going to go according to Travis's plan.
At that moment with a slight stagger in his walk made his way into the store.
The woman was giddy with glee. If she did this right Travis would surely love her more. She thought of him sitting at his desk staring at his dish of sweets in his deafening silent state he had been in since… his accident.
The man walked by her and her breathing became heavy with excitement. She reached in her pocket for the syringe, careful not to prick herself. This was the man responsible for Travis's condition. He deserved this. He must have known when he sold it to Travis that it was unusual. She waited for him to go into the back. She slowly made her way to join him as she ran her fingers across the rows of sugary treats. She took a breath and plunged the syringe into his neck.
The man woke up groggily. He squinted and looked around as he tried to get a hold of his surroundings. The room was covered in blue plastic. His eyes dilated as he noticed his limbs were firmly chained to the cold metal table he was on.
The woman stood there wearing a medical mask one would see before surgery. She began with a candle. With a single motion of her hand she had it lit in flames. She set the thin metal holder on her prisoner's navel, and it took all her power not to giggle when she heard him moan in pain.
It didn't take long for the boiling hot wax to fill the holder, and begin to seep over the edges as the oozing hot fluid moved across his bare skin. The captive winced in pain, and the woman decided it was time.
She began with his Big toe. With a clean slice it chopped off, and fell into the bucket below. She carefully repeated this for each of his toes. ChopChopChop. She moved her knife up to his neck. From behind his gag she could hear him sobbing.
She suddenly had a moment of doubt, until she remembered Travis. She recalled Travis screaming on the ground in horrid convulsions with nothing but fear in his eyes. She recalled the pain in Travis's face, as he tried to push her away. And she recalled Travis's body becoming still until the only signs of life from him was the sweat dripping down his temples. She recalled how it felt having to watch her love die as she held his hand. There was only one man responsible for his pain. Her head cleared and she plunged her knife into that man.