She lay on the ground panting for air. Her hands were cuffed and she was covered in blood.
She had a cloth in her mouth to stop her from shouting she just gagged and choked each time she tried to talk, scream or shout.
He came walking over laughing. He looked down at her with cold dark eyes. No soul behind them.
She searched for some sign of remorse but there was nothing only emptiness. She cried out but he only laughed louder.
He balanced his foot over her hands he hovered it over them teasingly. And with a sudden shout he slammed it down on her hands. The bones cracked and broke. She screamed in pain. He hands hung off her wrists which were now broken. He laughed once again as tears stained her cheeks.
He brought a knife out from his shirt pocket. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
He slowly crouched down beside her. He raised the knife to her throat. She stared at him. He felt nothing, his eyes were cold.
He laughed and lowered it to her arm. He slowly peeled her skin off her forearm. She tried to scream but he stuffed another thicker cloth into her mouth. She choked on it coughing and spitting out blood she tried to move away.
He kicked her in her stomach. She stopped moving at once. He continued peeling her arm like an apple. The blood started trickling but soon started gushing from the wound.
He bagan to peel the other forearm. Then her leg, then her next leg. She was covered in her blood. And crying in agony. The taste of blood stained her mouth.
He put away the knife wiping the blood covered blade first on a cloth. Then replacing the old cloth in her mouth with that one.
"Kill me" She said in agony once the cloth was removed.
"Don't worry I will, eventually" He grinned.
The cloth was stuffed back into her mouth and she was forced to taste her blood.
Blood was gushing from her limbs, her bones were constantly being broken. How could He do this? She never understood.
Drenched in blood and in agony she lay as he stood over her laughing. Her peeled skin surrounded her. It made her sick.
He looked down at her and nodded slowly. He stepped up next to her head, He slowly raised his foot and attached nails to the heel of his shoe. She fidgeted and cried and did all she could but it was too late.
He brought down his shoe with a surge of power behind it. And the nails were driven into her skull she was dead within a second of the collision. The nails were in deep, so deep he could not get them out. So he un-attached them from his shoe and left them nailed into her head.
He laughed loudly. And called in his son Pete to take away the body.
Pete entered and looked disgusted, he reluctantly took hold of her hands and dragged her out of the room. She left a trail of blood.
And that was the end of her life but only the beginning of Pete's.
