The walk up to the top floor was painstaking. She held the knife to his throat never letting up on him once. The old rusted stairs creaked and moaned with each step, and the peeling paint on the walls give off the smell of old latex. Her hands were cold around his neck, and her blood was scorching hot against his chest.
He heard her cough, and spit to the side, her coughs were small and frail, like her strengthening hands holding onto the knife.
"Just a few more steps my dear…" she whispered seductively in his ear.
Chills went down his spine, his stomach turned and he could feel the bile creep into his mouth. They came to the top story of the warehouse.
An old black door that looked heavy, and like it was bending its own hinges stood before them. She kicked the door open and pushed him inside. The floor was covered in a pristine new coat of white paint, and the windows had been boarded, and painted red. He looked to a corner, there was a white table, the restraints hung lifeless reaching towards the floor. He began to panic; unaware of what this girl might do to him.
"You're not going to kill me?" he said a hint of fear leaked out of his throat.
"No, not at all Dollface, I'm just going to…love you…" she giggled, the knife still against his throat.
He knew better than to try to fight against her, but he did anyway. He turned and threw a punch, she quickly dodged it, and came back at him hitting him dead center in the nose. The pain was familiar, but hurt terribly. He reached up to his nose, he was certain it was broken. He looked up to her, instinctual tears in his eyes. She took him by the throat and dragged him to the bed with restraints
After reaching the bed, she made him face her, and she tore off his shirt, shoes, socks and pants.
"Nice legs," she said with a wink and she threw him onto the bed, beginning strapping him down.
His initial reaction to her was that he could take her, after all he had been out of his trade for a very short period of time, she was small, and frail, she had no accomplices, he could do this, or at least he thought. But now as he was getting a feel for her, he realized that she was more than that, there was more to her. She worked off of fear, and cheap shots. She must have been unstable, and that's what he feared the most.
Out of fear he began to resist, and she slapped him hard across the face. Her cold hands stung him, and he became weak, letting her strap him down. He heard her slip off her dress; he looked over to see her in her bra and panties, the white gashes covering her stomach and chest were chilling. She turned and took of her white shoes. He saw the lines of blood that ran from the outer part of her thigh, the cut that had drained her.
She put on what looked to be a white kimono, but covered in a terrifying rusty color. He winced at her, the scars stood out in the darkness like headlights on a dark highway. She leaned over him, and gently kissed him, her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth, her soft lips moving over his. He felt himself strangely aroused, but his arousal was cut short as she pulled a heavy knife from behind her back.
"It's time, almost-lover…" she said an smiled gently, but the icy smile was almost death itself.
She dragged her hand over his toned stomach, feeling the thick skin, and the six pack abs that lie underneath. She smiled and heaved her chest onto his. Her soft breasts against his trembling body make him shiver harder. She toyed the knife around his stomach, and then with almost no effort she cut a huge four inch long gash in his skin, he barely even felt the pinching and ripping sensation, but it was brought to his attention the moment she dug her fingers in it. The searing pain of the cold against his steaming hot blood tore at his senses making him scream at the top of his lungs…
He woke up hours later his stomach cut to pieces, the skin was soar and swollen. He found himself untied, and free to move but his sick body wouldn't allow it. He looked to his right, and found the girl on the floor. She was bleeding and naked. Her heavy breasts complimented her body perfectly. Her ample hips and perfect thighs were like a god send, but her beautiful features were skewed by the scars.
Her saw her face: almost regretful of what she had done, but as soon as she looked to him, her face hardened, and she stood, walked forward, and began to clean him up.
"This is going to hurt a little…" she said as she pulled him up, and onto her, leaning him against a wall as she dressed him.
"your about to pass out, but before you do, just let me tell you…I'm Vivisection. Its been so nice of you to spend this evening with me..." She said, her voice, a sound that would make him scream bloody murder.
He managed to squeak out a faint what? before he passed out.