SLASHER

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fifteen: three and a half months ago & later

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3 ½ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ᴀɢᴏ

His leather glove covered hand traveled across each neatly shelved, vinyl records behind the desk. On the desk were two computer monitors and family pictures with children on them. The background sounds were full of muffled screams, the sound of the printer going, papers falling to the floor, and soon the room will be filled with a really good song as well. As he picked one of his favorites songs, the one he loved the moment he heard it when he was a kid, he turned around slowly, walking around the desk, unhurriedly, to get to the record player on the left side of the office. Taking the record out of its record sleeve and placing it on the record player, he adjusted and pressed the play button.

Once the song began, he closed his eyes and tilted his head up, staring at the ceiling. The first couple of seconds of the song filled his ears, allowing it to seep deeply into his thoughts before he turned around. He walked towards the printer, that's still going, gathering a couple of printed pictures and hummed to the song.

"Gabriel, thirteen, freshman." Miko speaks, his voice slightly muffled since the peculiar, unsettling mask covered his face. He tossed the picture on the floor, and looked at the next picture. "Vinny, fifteen, your daughter's tutor."

Miko tossed the picture on the floor as he stepped on the plastic in the middle of the office, stopping right in front of the man of the hour. The man's muffled scream could barely be heard as he struggled to pull at the restraints. Six plastic ties tied tightly, eight layers of duct tape, and two ten centimeters of thick chain with locks. The more the man pulled, the more pain he would be in.

As if that mattered to Miko.

"Michael Smith," Miko spoke clearly, his voice at a balanced level, loud enough for the man to hear, but not loud for the man's next door neighbors to hear. "You drugged and filmed multiple students...kids... and saved them to this flash drive, correct?"

Michael, the man tied to the chair, his eyes full of fear, shook his head quickly. Miko's jaw clenched under his mask, causing his patience to snap. He stepped forward, tossing the printed photos in the air, making them fall as if they were confetti at some big festival. He gripped Michael's face tightly causing his face to turn red.

"Even when you're this close to death," Miko spoke deeply, nothing but his eyes showing from under the mask. "You look me in my eyes and fucking lie?"

Michael's muffled pleas could be heard again, causing Miko to release his grip on the man's face. He chuckled in disbelief and turned around, walking toward the black duffle bag he brought inside with him. Miko could feel Michael's eyes watching him. He could feel his fearful gaze following his every move. Not enjoying the anticipation that comes with the torture. The torture Miko haven't even started yet.