[04]
Trigger Warning: Gore
[Prepare thyself for what yer about to witness]
The two sat down in the dining room with tea and more cake displayed in front of them, "Wow Amatsuki! These taste so good!" Alisie praised, scarfing the food down like it was her last meal as It probably was.
"Did you make them all by yourself?" She asked, gleefully taking another bite and washing it down with the lukewarm tea, the other chuckled lightly at her with a simple nod, his chestnut coloured hair bobbing up and down as he did.
Abruptly she stopped and stared at the brunette with a blank stare, dropping the metal fork to the floor, emitting a 'clink' sound as it made contact.
Leaning towards the table with droopy eyes whilst Amatsuki kept his signature wide grin in display, "I feel...dizzy" She said, her hand mechanically gripped her a handful of her hair and at that instant everything around her gradually became sluggish until everything was void.
Under the hidden basement in the shed that is located in the forest near his home, he brought her unconscious being. A thick rope binded her delicate wrists behind and so are her legs to keep her from running if she was to wake up, a thick ragged clothe was wrapped around her eyes for all the reason to strike fear in her toxic little heart, not like his is any different.
Setting her up against the cold concrete wall, she was positioned flat all of her limbs are pulled towards the corners and held up by thick metal chains a feet or so above the moist solid ground.
Amatsuki sat himself under the a light bulb that is the only lighting in the room, comfortably seated on top a tall metal stool patiently waiting for the others' wake, tapping a small kitchen knife that was dipped and covered in ghost peppers, the noise echoed through the spacious room half filled with machinery and tools you've only seen in horror movies, it greatly helped creating an eerie ambiance, everything is too quiet, you could her even the tiniest breath and heart beat.
A light noise was omitted by his victim, telling that she was starting to regain most of her consciousness, 'her beauty is such a waste' an all too familiar voice rung through his ears, groaning internally and did his best to ignore it.
"Er..." She managed to say before yelling an glass splitting shriek and harshly harshly pulled on the chains which she soon found futile.
"scream all you want, no one's gonna hear you" roughly said the chestnut haired male with an exhausted sigh, easily changing the depth of his voice from a sweet vanilla icing to a steaming hot black coffee as a migraine started to form from hearing all of the loudness. He dealt with this kind of situation a lot more times than a normal person should have yet he's still not used to the yelling but he sure does love it.
Fucking sadomasochist.
"W—who a—are you?!" Alisie yelled, her hair growing more disheveled with every second, easy to say that she's still far from breaking but that would be easily changed by the chestnut haired man."Now now, let's not get over ourselves and ruin your dainty voice" Amatsuki told the Blondie stroking her soft blonde locks as she flinched away in fear,
'Too much conditioner' he thought clicking his tongue letting out a small 'tsk'.
Gliding the deadly silverware across Alisie's pale forearm, pressing it harder until a thin stream of red trickled down to the dirty floor. The girl cried and whimpered, her tears being soaked up by the cloth around her small head as her arm started to burn, reacting to the chemicals left on the blade.
Amatsuki chuckled darkly, needless to say that the brunette is enjoying her suffering. Walking towards the rustic steel table conveniently stationed a few feet away from the victims' immobile body, a hot charcoal fueled fire pit beside it that held a few of his iron branding, thankfully the windows are fully opened, a set of his darling toys sprawled out in order from the smallest size to the biggest, some are even from medieval times, their sole purpose is to be used for torture.
Picking out the third smallest item of the set which is a thick leathery whip made from snake skins, swinging it towards the victim unprepared, a loud cry was heard, leaving trail of red from her right shoulder to her left torso.
Giving it a dozen swings in a breath, gushes of red, loud sobs, whimpers and pleads were asked but all fell in deaf ears as another dozen went on her way, making her cry louder than the current volume.
"P—please...sto...p" Alisies' voice was faint and uneven, "Stop? Honey we just started" Amatsuki's tone was innocent but filled with more venom than a snakes' bite. Setting the item back on its place, a few specks of blood coated the ends but he couldn't give a single fuck about, especially now of all times.
Grabbing a pair of pliers, placing it beside the fire pit but not too close to melt it, just enough for it to heat up and snatched the hammer from the table, he abruptly slammed it against the girls' left leg, breaking it in just one swing, swinging it once more aiming for her rib, another one went to her left shoulder and the last hit was on her right ankle, she screamed and cried out of sheer pain and agony until her voice became hoarse and dry like sand in the middle of Sahara.
The brown haired man just laughed humorously like a some kind of joke until it faded into a series of deep pants, his free hand held his head as it was about to fall off before turning around with a smile that showed his sharp teeth, fully capable of biting off the flesh of an adult if given the chance to do so.
Going back to the fire pit, he took the pair of pliers and the hammer took it's place beside the fire pit, holding the pliers on its handle, cautious not to burn himself but either way he wouldn't mind getting hurt, it wasn't anything new to him anyways.
But Before he could torture the young lass more than he already had, Amatsuki took a little kindness (but obviously had a catch) and got a glass of water though some random drugs and chemicals were mixed into it, forcefully shoving it to Alisie's mouth as she drank it until not a single drop was left.
A menacing grin crept up to the brunette's lips and dropped the empty glass, shattering as it collided with the concrete, the blonde slightly flinched and whimper at the sound but only made Amatsuki's grin wider, crouching in front of the victims half broken and bruised feet, he twisted a toe painted with purple glossy nail polish to a position that it wasn't supposed to be with an additional burning sensation making the girl shriek.
After twisting, breaking and pulling every single toe and finger she had and kept it inside of a jar filled with all kinds of substances to keep it from rotting, by now she had given up in life, all hope of being saved had dissipated into the black void of nothingness.
Her tears had soaked the cloth around her head, he lips bruised and bloodied from trying to keep all of her cries and sobs hushed, "P—please...just k—kill..me already..." she managed to croak out from her swollen and aching throat, a few pants, sobs and hiccups left her lips.
"Not yet angel, I saved the best for last" The males' tone sent chills to her partly pulverized-broken spine from all of the damage, it was surprise to the male that she lasted this long, most would've already fainted or died of shock at the raw pain.
Untying the cloth around her small head, her eyes were blood shot red and the bright cheery blue that once inhabited her orbs were now gone and replaced by dull emptiness, just how Amatsuki likes it to be.
"Your eyes are really pretty" He whispered closely in her ear as she shuddered at the contact of his breath on her skin, she held her tongue from screaming colorful words at his face that could potentially make her suffering a little bit more painful.
Smiling a pure innocent close-eyed smile at the girl before clawing her blue eyes out with his bare slender fingers and sharp long nails, she screamed and yelled, moving her head back and forth trying to pry the male off as her eyes began to bleed out, at the bottom line her poor attempts to shake the male off were not so successful for he had his other hand gripping on her sweat soaked blonde hair, keeping her still.
Dropping the set of eyes inside of another jar, filled with the same substances as the other one that had her polished toes and fingers, setting them both on the floor beside the shattered glass, in the moment he stared at the pair of empty hollow holes where her baby blue eyes were once kept in.
"Thank you" He said to her barely above whisper and striked his fist to her stomach with so much strength that his hand went straight through.
A moment of silence passed on before he dropped to his knees with a grim smile stretched his lips as he enter his thoughts and relived the whole experience. His skin and clothes were covered by a thin layer blood, sweat and tears(no pun intended), he felt dirty all over, ticking off his OCD.
He was grateful that the voices didn't bother him much, they were there but he was so focused that he didn't notice.
Now all he needs to do is clean up the blood (which was everywhere) and dispose of the body in a ditch somewhere far away.