A/N: yesh…I'm back from my nice long vacation of one day. XD went to the movies Friday night and saw happy feet…kori and Ashley…my buddies from work got me all sexified to take me there…because I was meeting Anthony…my kinda sorta boyfriend…but wow…I don't wear make-up that much….and they put a ton of make-up on me…my mom thought I looked like a hooker when I got home. But we stayed out so late….and I fell asleep leaning against Anthony…and the girls started freaking out that I was dying…and their boyfriends told them they were really stupid…but anyway…I got pissed since I stayed up late and had to work Saturday morning…and then doc manager was being bratty so…perfect mood for violence!
Disclaimer: Everything you see here is a replication of other people's imaginings, twisted by my own imagination into something incredibly violent and strange.
Fayt slept for the rest of the day and woke up the next day still feeling extremely exhausted. He opened his eyes wearily when Albel got up and allowed Albel to part his lips for a kiss. Fayt immediately fell back asleep with his mouth still open.
Albel decided that he needed to do something about Fayt's condition. He roused his captive only long enough to feed him orange juice and scrambled eggs and gently pushed Fayt back into bed. Fayt fell asleep instantly, thanks to the sleeping pills Albel had put in his breakfast.
Albel went out in search of his three victims and dragged them into the house and down the stairs. Fayt didn't stir when Albel opened the door and he didn't seem to hear the thumping sounds as Albel dragged his victims down the stairs.
Albel was in a wonderful mood. He had a beautiful girl strapped down to the lab table and his other two victims were tied and hanging from hooks in the ceiling.
Albel grinned at the girl. "It's so wonderful to be with someone you know and care about. Isn't that right, Maria?"
The girl looked up at Albel fearfully as he ripped the duct tape off her mouth. "What-what are you saying? Who are you?"
"Don't recognize me anymore? It's only been three years after all. Well, look at what you and the rest of the world has done to me." Albel spread his arms dramatically. "You've brought this on yourself. Your hate is now my hate."
Maria tensed. "A-Albel?" she asked worriedly.
Albel grinned. "That's right, love. Aren't you glad to see me again?"
Maria bit her lip. 'Well, it's not that I really wanted to break up with you…to stop seeing you. I-I didn't mind being with you…it's just that…well, the scandal…my reputation. I couldn't be seen with you. I didn't believe it you know…but uhh…now I'm not quite so sure."
Albel grinned wickedly. "Dear Maria, are you possibly afraid of me? What could I do that would scare you? I remember how much you love pain. Pain won't be a problem for you. But what exactly is it that makes you shudder with fear?"
Albel leaned forward and began ripping off Maria's clothing with his knife. She whimpered in fear, but she was still tightly bound to the table.
"Let's start with something basic," Albel murmured. "You used to being ripped apart, but we'll start with something less drastic first, since you probably haven't done this for a long time."
Albel smirked at the other two captives, hanging from the ceiling, their eyes wide with fright over their duct tape gags. "Well, gentlemen, you're in for a treat tonight. You get to see an autopsy of a bondage slave girl."
Maria quivered as Albel lightly traced the blade over her forehead. Albel brought the knife back and smiled at the ribbon of blood. "Right, enough foreplay…let's go straight to fucking you up."
Maria screamed as Albel dug the knife deep into her chest and slowly dragged it down to her stomach. He lifted the knife briefly and plunged it deep into her belly, all the way to the hilt. Maria let out a strangled gasp as her eyes widened with shock and pain.
Albel smiled. "Beautiful. I used to love watching you take pleasure from your pain, but now it's my time to take pleasure. Thanks for sharing, love."
Albel pulled out the knife and watched the blood pool on Maria's skin. He experimentally licked the flat side of the knife and frowned thoughtfully. "Just not good enough anymore. I've found something sweeter, something a lot less tainted by their own evil desires. Well, it seems I have no more use for you."
Maria's breathing quickened as Albel pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her head. He smiled. "Don't be afraid, love. I'm just ending your miserable existence. See you in hell." He pulled the trigger and Maria's eyes became vacant.
Albel continued to riddle her with bullets, watching blood and pieces of skin get torn through the air. At last he was satisfied and he threw aside the gun. "Let's see just what she's made of then." He picked the knife back up and resumed slicing open her chest.
"Just as I thought," Albel murmured, pulling out Maria's heart. "This one wasn't pure at heart. Such diseased arteries she has. Ah well, hardly anyone is perfect these days." Albel unscrewed the lid of a jar and placed the heart in a preserving fluid.
He turned to the two men and smiled wickedly. 'Now, which one of you is next?"
The men were spattered with Maria's blood. They looked at Albel with pure horror written on their faces. They couldn't move very much, but they squirmed as best they could.
"Try all you like to get free,' Albel intoned solemnly. "But you won't be able to get past my knots. I used to be a boy scout once." Albel chuckled darkly. "Can you believe that? A boy scout to what I am today. Heh, what am I coming to?"
Albel narrowed his eyes at the taller, slightly older looking man. "Ah yes, the company president. Mr. Arzei Airyglph. You always were fond of fine entertainment, even at other's expense. But tonight, you will be the entertainment and your friend will get to watch. Imagine, having such a renowned guest in my home."
The president thrashed wildly as Albel cut him down from the ceiling and let him land on the floor. He was still tightly bound and he would go nowhere. Albel continued to smile at his victim's discomfort. "Now you, you are a gentleman. Remember a gentleman's privilege? A pistol to shoot himself or something like that. At least it was so in the old days. But of course, you're not kind enough to rid us of your presence, so I'll have to do it for you."
Albel raised the pistol and shot Arzei fist in one foot, then in one arm, then in the chest. He watched the blood flow from the man's wounds and his smile grew wider. "I can't have you silent the whole time. I want to hear you scream." Albel ripped off the man's gag and bent his head back. "Now scream, bitch," Albel snarled. "I want to hear you beg for mercy. I want you to cry like the pitiful little worm you are."
"Please," Arzei whispered. "Spare my life."
"Never," Albel growled. He shot the man right between the eyes.
Albel then turned to his final victim, still hanging from the ceiling. Albel began to laugh sadistically. "Oh, what fun we'll have. I'll let you bathe in your boss's blood and cover you with stomach acid. Then, if you're still alive after that, we'll go straight to strangling you."
Albel ripped off the man's gag and he started to scream in terror before Albel ever laid a hand on him. Albel shook with laughter. 'Oh yes," he purred. 'You'll be so much fun."