What Could Not Be

Chapter 2

She gasps as the collar tugs at her neck, and I smirk. Seeing her in pain did me delight, and this situation, I did not have to pretend that it. She's my toy now. She's the one in cuffs, not me. And I will play with her, just as she had me, but physical. I pull her onto her knees by her hair, hearing her whimpers of pain, only filling me with more delight. I drag her along into the kitchen, the chains rattling loudly, drowning out her many questions she barks out, the biggest grin plastered to my lips. When we come to the kitchen table, I squat, sweetly grinning. "Shhhh, everything will be okay," I whisper, then lifting her and shoving her onto the table, using the cuffs to cuff her to the table, tying her up into a starfish shape. Though she should be screaming currently, she is silent, it's almost deafening, but I know, soon, she would be screaming more than she ever has, with any guy. But I know, no matter what happens, she will be mine, forever. All her dirty thoughts made me an obsession. And now, I will force her to be mine forever, by the blade of the kitchen knife in my hand. Her eyes dart towards me, soft, gentle, and scared. I walk towards her, and kiss her soft lips roughly, silencing her many queries. How good it feels to finally be in power is unreal. And as the blade smoothly breaks the surface of that silky skin I have loved, and the rubies flow out, I realise this is how it was meant to be. Always. This is where she belongs. And soon. When I decide the cut in her stomach is efficient, I find two left angled knives, to pull and hold open her stomach, giving me access to her internal organs. Right now, I could not hear her screams, or see her pulling at the ties. I can only focus on what I was doing, my art, my creation. I am God. I create. But to create, first I must change her. She will be my first. I cut the many threads that tie her organs together, little ribbons, getting covered in the pure, crimson liquid that flows through, with every jerk of the knife, another ribbon comes undone. And so, I remove every little puzzle piece; her stomach, her liver, her gallbladder, her pancreas, and the large intestine, pilling it up next up next to the splintered table. And so, I pull out her small intestines, like a long string of sausages. At this point, I think she has passed out, but I can't tell. I'm too busy taking her apart, improving her. Brown recluse spiders. Not a pet. But good torture devices, which would explain why I have them in a glass tank. Even I don't like spiders, so when I tip them onto her intestines, I hold them at arm's length, and watch from a distance as they eat away. As I wait, I find a good substitute for tubes, pulling out pipes from the skink, and cutting them into the sizes I need. When I decide that she is empty enough for me to work on, I use the pipes, connecting them up in places required, like a maze, a construction coming together. This is what I am here for. Art. A new creation. A better world. A better race. Candles have always been our thing, we have them everywhere, in every room. We used to play a game, in which we would try and find a candle with wax the closest colour to the other's skin tone. Lucky for me, considering that is precisely what I need. Waxplay was always a habit of ours, and now, I'm taking it to another level, lighting one of the many candles. I hold it over the empty space in her torso, watching the wax drip, slowly, yet hard, filling up that hole.

Some time later, I had filled the whole, and now, I'm nearly finished with my creation, as I melt the last drop of wax into her skin. I finish by signing her in a marker pen; you should always sign your best work. I stand back and look. This is it. This is my creation. The perfect doll. Her senses still working, she could see, hear, feel everything. I could do anything to her. Absolutely anything. God, she'd feel the entire thing. But she won't be able to react. She is my toy now. I own her. I am a God. I am above her. I am above everyone. Untouchable. Invincible. Powerful. You, reading this, would say this is the dark. But no. To anyone who understands, who can see. This is the light.