Forgotten

There once was a prisoner who escaped prison they called him the 'Demon Prince'. They didnt call him the demon prince for nothing he would get women with his looks and then slaughter them while they sleep in the most terrifying way. He would tie them up on a pole and let them wake up to feel him cutting there toes off. First came the pinky toe then the thumb and last but not least was the middle finger. They would scream till the top of there lungs but nobody would hear them. He would put them in a place were nobody would go to and which was also sound proof of course. He's first target when he escaped prison was a blond 20 year old. She reminded him of his mother which made him want to torture her more. He would pretend he dropped something lock eyes with her and then take her home but this one was different she didnt seem interested in his looks she didnt even want to know him. He bumped into her again and smiled but the got her stuff of the ground quickly and walked away. He ran to her and asked her why she was like that towards him and her response was shocking "Look your handsome but I dont even know you let me guess you bumped into me so I can fall inlove with you in first sight and thought I would go home with you and 'do it'? Am I wrong?" He blushed and let go of her hand "Look you cute I get it but im tired of getting played." He looked at her shocked and watched her walking away. He got mad and did something he normally haven't done before. He followed her home and the next day when she went into a quite ally he snatched her into her car. He looked at her threw a mask he had on. Surprised that she wasnt crying out for help just sitting there.

~A FEW MINUTES LATER WHEN THEY WERE BACK AT HIS PLACE ~

He sat her in a chair and locked her up. She didnt move she didnt even speak and he asked "Are you okay?" Then she grinned "Youre the guy I bumped into." He backed away from her and noticed that he messed up. "So that was our plan all along?" She laughed and got up from the chair. He backed up "How did you get loose?!" She put a hair clip back in her hair and looked at him with a terrifying look in her eyes. He fell and she grabbed him from his hair. "Ive been at this for years." She threw him to the wall and said while grabbing a tool "So is this how you work? Its really bad I know guys who work there sick ways more better oh wait there all dead now!" She started laughing and He tried to get up but she slammed the tool down on his legs making him unable to move. "I have my own way in making people like you suffer also.. Would you like to see it?" He started to cry and she slapped him across the face and took of the mask. "You dont deserve to cry. You didnt stop when your victims screamed for help." He just sat there trying to hold back his tears "How many people has it been?" He stayed quite "HOW MANY?!" She brought the tool to his face making him cough up blood. He cried and said "I couldn't keep count." She put her foot on his leg while pressing down making him scream. "Dont you dare cry." She said and took of his shoes along with his socks. He screamed and screamed while knowing what she was gonna do next. She cut the first toe making him beg her to stop. She loved seeing him suffer just as the victims did. 'He doesn't get of that easy' she thought to herself. She grabbed a machete and cut of his foot. He started gushing out blood " Please dont do this." He begged but she just kept making him feel pain. Until he was finally dead she wiped the blood off of her cheek and whispered to him with a huge grin "You will not be forgotten."