The Model
Chapter Three: The Machinery of Demented Joy
Author's note- This chapter contains a scene of graphic violence that may me disturbing to some with weak stomachs, reader discretion is strongly advised. Also the song sung by Maka is "Hurt" By Nine inch Nails and is copyright of its owner Trent Reznor and not me.
Kuzco sat in the chair, hearing Maka walk around the upstairs looking for something. He was on the ground still, the chair firmly attached to his body. He knew this basement like it was second nature. The house was in a Cull De Sac, the former owner had left without taking several of her things. At Ninety-One years old, Miss Alexandra Stillwell had no use for the things in the basement where she was going. Currently interred at the Shady Oaks Retirement Home by her grandkids, Kuzco bought the house with the money he had saved from working at a local comic shop. 100,000 dollars was not an easy price to pay, on minimum wage, so he went on a Ramen and water diet for a year. This lead to a kidney infection and gout but still he had his artist studio. He also had the stuff the grandkids did not know what to do with. Chairs splintering with age, an electric sewing machine, a picture of the pope, and a stack of old National Geographic Magazines were what he was left as an added bonus. He knew these chairs would break with just the smallest bit of force. He made small forceful taps on the concrete floor, trying not to alert his captor, he heard the small snaps as it hit the floor. The chair finally gave way as he made one last smack on the concrete. The ropes fell off his wrists. Frantically digging in his pocket, he felt his cell phone and plucked it out. He powered it up, pressing the speakers to his chest so she wouldn't hear, and then dialed 911. With a free hand, he unzipped his mouth, he could feel the thread against his tongue, he could barely open his mouth. The phone clicked.
"Franklin County 911 what is your emergency?" The operator spoke in a nasally tone.
"I nud the poleaf!" Kuzco said his lips barely moving.
"You what?" The operator said.
"I nud the poleaf!" Kuzco said.
"Sir let me advise you that calling 911 while intoxicated is illegal." She said.
"I'm nof dunk!" Kuzco said. A shadow loomed over his body. Kuzco turned. Armed with thick book Maka smiled.
"Maka Chop!" She shouted and slammed the book on his head, knocking him out cold. She grabbed the cell phone. The operator was still on the line.
"Forgive my son Ma'am he just got drunk with his buddies, I'll handle this personally." Maka said.
"Your name?" The operator said.
"Marcia, Marcia Bradford." Maka said.
"Okay Miss Bradford, have a good night." The operator said and hung up. Maka picked Kuzco up and hefted him over her shoulder. She knew there was an old wheelchair tucked away in the corner setting Kuzco down she tied one arm to the chair and let one hang free. Walking over to her bag, she pulled out the tourniquet and wrapped it around Kuzco's arm. Then she wheeled the sewing machine over, placed the crook of Kuzco's arm in the middle, and strapped it down.
Kuzco awoke to the sound of a girl singing. It was a familiar song.
"What have I become," the voice sang, "My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. "Kuzco's vision cleared, as he saw Maka stand behind the sewing machine her foot near the pedal. Her voice got louder.
"And you can have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, "She paused and looked at Kuzco and smiled. "I will make you hurt." She sang. Kuzco looked around and saw his arm strapped to the sewing machine, veins sticking out. Kuzco let out a muffled plea for mercy but Maka wouldn't have it. She pressed her foot on the pedal; the sewing machine came alive with a hum and clack. The needle plunged in and out of Kuzco's arm at a rapid pace; blood flowed like a river from the arm. Kuzco screamed.
"What's that Kuzco? You want me to change the stitch pattern. Okay!" Maka changed the pattern and the needle danced over Kuzco's arm making bloody holes. The blood dripped all over the floor. She then stopped the machine and looked at his arm. The arm looked like a savage mass of meat and blood, Kuzco was out cold. It was then the doorbell chimed.
"Shit!" Maka shouted and went upstairs, taking off her blood spattered apron and gloves, tossing them on the floor of the basement.
When she opened the door, a black haired woman greeted her. She was slender; the sweater she was wearing accented her full chest.
"Can I help you?" Maka said.
"Do I know you?" The girl asked.
"I'm a friend of Kuzco's from his art class, Marcia Bradford. Kuzco just went out to get a pizza." Maka said.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't know he was studying." The girl said.
"We're just planning for the art show; he and I are on the committee. Come on in. Your name is?"
"Malina, Malina Angelos. I'm Kuzco's girlfriend." She said.
"He'll be back in a few minutes, why don't you sit down." Maka said. Malina stepped inside, as Maka shut the door and locked it.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Maka said.
"Sprite if he has it?" Malina said and looked at Kuzco's shelf of erotic video games.
"That son of a bitch!" Malina shouted. Maka walked in holding a can of Sprite.
"What's wrong?" Maka said handing her the can. Malina pointed at a copy of Rapelay.
"He told me he wasn't going to buy that damn thing. Oh, that pisses me off. I swear he is some kind of pervert." Malina said.
"Really?" Maka said.
"Yeah! One time he made me dress in this cat girl outfit and made me act like his pet one night." She said. Maka laughed. "Then there his doujinshi, his new one was sick. Did I tell you what he made me do?" Malina said.
"Tell me." Maka said. Malina looked down.
"Promise not to tell him?" She said.
"Cross my heart and hope to die!" Maka said.
"Well he kidnapped that Albarn girl, from Ohayocon last year, and he drugged her all to hell. He needed someone to be a model for Al Capone and I had just done a school production of 'Guys and Dolls' so I got dressed up and he gave me a strap on and we went to town." Malina said with a snicker.
"Really, would you excuse me for a moment?" Maka said and walked out of the room. She found the club and picked it up. Sneaking behind Malina, she raised it over her head. Malina continued.
"You know it's funny because you look like her." She shouted.
"I am her!" Maka said. Malina turned around just as the club hit her on the head, knocking out. Maka walked hefted her over her shoulder, taking her down to the basement. Going back upstairs, she noticed a backpack in the foyer, opening it up she saw the cat girl outfit, in plain view. Inside was a pair of ears, a lace covered negligee and a cat tail butt plug. Maka smiled and took it downstairs, she had an idea.
TBC