Another horror story in 200 words. |
I found it amusing, hearing his screams of pain and terror as I slowly and meticulously removed the last of his fingernails with my trusty set of pliers. He sobbed to himself, blubbering about how sorry he was for some unfulfilled promise. I wasn’t listening. I quietly removed the lemon juice from the shelf and gingerly poured it over the man’s fresh wounds. He hissed, but bore the pain well. Too well. I upped the ante. I removed a long, metal object I had once fashioned from a rusty pair of scissors. It's sharp, serrated edge glistens with a blood red hue and is precise in my surgical hands. I showed the instrument to my companion and explained my purpose. He began to beg for mercy, telling me about his family, etc. I sharpened the blade. He offered me money. I aimed the device at his neck. He threatened me. I drove the blade home. He shuddered, his body trembling with shock as I slowly pierced his carotid artery. It popped like a swollen balloon, gushing the fluids of life down his body. I saw his eyes grow dark. I stared at him, my fulfillment sapping. Longing for another. WC:200 |