Stockholm Syndrome (DISCONTINUED)

Beginning

Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
(Yeah, yeah)~

The song echoes within the basement. Blood can be seen splattered across the walls and floor. A black hooded figure can be seen chopping pieces of meat. Human meat to be exact.

Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
(Yeah, yeah)

The figure hummed smirking at the song,"Now shut your dirty mouth
If I could burn this town
I wouldn't hesitate, to smile while you suffocate and die~" as he sang along, his voice is deep and soothing almost angelic.

A muffled voice can be heard, the figure glances annoyingly at the woman fully tied up with rope around her waist and both of her wrist. The figure removed his hood, looking up, chuckling to himself. He stopped his work, tripping over to the woman, dancing halfway like the lunatic he is. He knelt in front of her,she shook her head vigorously as her eyes full of tears, falling one by one.

"Oh, Christine~ It would be a pity for me to slice your pretty little face." He grazed the edge of the knife on her face. She tried to scream but it only came out muffled

"Oh, what is that darling? Do you want to say something?" He moved his ear closer to her face but only got himself a big headbutt in the face. He fell backward and on his butt. Anger was evident on his face but then chuckled to himself softly at first but his voice boom louder by the second, "Fiesty as always I see."

A loud smack then echoes around the basement. He slapped her. Christine could feel the stinging pain around her cheek, tears streaming down her face. The man yanked her hair harshly to make her face him. He brought his knife to her neck, applying just a bit of pressure for the metal to pierce her delicate skin. Her blood dripping down to paint her collarbone and the blade of the knife.

"Any last words?"

Christine glared at him. He remembered she couldn't talk due to her mouth that was covered by duct tape. He pushed her head away, ripping off the tape from her mouth. She almost thought her lips has been ripped off her face because of how painful it was. Christine snapped her head towards the man.

"Fuck you, Erik."

At this, Christine could feel a huge impact thrown on her ribs. Erik kicked her over and over again that she could almost hear the deafening sound of her ribs cracked. When he finally stopped, Christine coughed out blood.

She could see stars. Everything was a blur as she focused her eyes on her lover's lifeless body. His eyes held nothing. His body parts were everywhere covered in bruises and blood. Christine could fully see the content inside her lover's dead body. She felt herself puking.

Erik sat on his feet next to her. He placed his hand on her cheek, caressing it gently. He slid the knife on her cheek slowly but painfully. Christine screamed at the top of her lungs and tried to struggle from his hold but she couldn't move that much due to her broken ribs and Erik held her tightly. He was twice her size after all. Not to mention his big muscles.

He stopped when he felt satisfied with his 'Artwork'. Christine gasped for air as she was slowly fading away from the loss of blood. But then she heard him say, "Tell me you love me, and I'll spare you then."

She mustered all the strength she had left to look up at the man she used to pity and adored very much. But that only left her with rage every time she looked him in the eyes.

"Go to hell, you freak."

Christine choked on her breath when the cold metal stabbed her on the stomach followed by another stab over and over again until her soul left her body, blood painted her body, the floor and also the man's arms. Erik didn't stop his hand from stabbing the lifeless woman countless times, screaming his lungs out as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I GAVE YOU A CHANCE, EVEN IN YOUR FINAL MOMENTS BUT YOU STILL CHOOSE HIM! YOU CHOSE HIM! AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE TO YOU, CHRISTINE! YOU STILL CHOSE HIM, YOU FUCKING WHORE!" Erik screamed as if wanting the world to know how he felt. He stopped after he felt content as he looked around at the mess he made.

Christine's body lying lifeless on the cold cemented floor. Her eyes were bloodshot, red liquid strolled down from her eyes. Her lips parted and the wound on her cheek was so deep that you could see the flesh and the inside of her mouth. Her blood was everywhere, still leaking from her body like a broken pipe. Erik kissed her forehead as he chuckled lowly.

"Oh, Christine...look at what you made me do."

In the background, the song still gently echoes;

Now shut your dirty mouth
If I could burn this town
I wouldn't hesitate
To smile while you suffocate and die
And that would be just fine, oh!
And what a lovely time
That it would surely be
So bite your tongue
And choke yourself

Erik hummed to the song silently as he hugged her body close to his chest, caressing her head gently as if she was a fragile thing.

"I will always love you, Christine. Even in DEATH!