Page 52 of No, For An Answer
“What is?” He looks down at me, stalking forward ever so slowly as I crawl back.
“You couldn’t come up with anything better than that. It’s been used before and it’s weak as shit. Fucking idiot.”
“You’re the fucking idiot if you thought I even gave a single shit about Maisy being raped, or even killing herself. I just wasn’t prepared to lose my fucking job!”
Frantically feeling under the bed, my fingers graze the plastic of the taser, and I grip it tight.
“Sure, fucking you was incredible. And it’s sad that I won’t get to fuck that tight cunt ever again,” he shrugs nonchalantly, walking towards me. “It is what it is I guess.” The moment he lift’s the gun in my direction, I lunge forward, lifting the taser between his legs and pressing the buttons on either side. The gun sounding off above my head is the indication he missed as it hits the wall behind me. Looking up I watch as my little friend walks in over to me, helping me up from the floor.
“You could’ve helped me, asshole!” I cough.
“You had it covered,” he winks.
“Let’s just get the fucker tied up.”
Water splashes over Nathan’s face and he takes a deep breath. Finally awake after being out for the past hour. That’s ok though, it gave me and my little friend time to work. Nathan is now completely naked and tied to chair.
I stripped him of every item of clothing, before I bound him to one of the kitchen chairs that Shadow brought up to the bedroom. This won’t take too long. Mainly because I’ve already called the police. By my calculations, I have some time before they get here. Luckily enough the asshole lives further from town in a nice secluded, little house.
Which is great for me as the nearest neighbour is twenty minutes away. I plan for this to be over as soon as possible so I can head home. Nathan’s eyes open and he frantically looks around the room.
“You’re awake. Finally.” I smile. Standing between his spread legs.
“You bitch!” He shakes in the seat. Anger emanating from his very being, trying to lunge for me but he’s tied up so tight he can’t move anything but his neck. Like Marcus, in the warehouse, he’s tied very much the same way. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Hm. I don’t think you’re in the right position to be making threats.” I tap the sharp tip of the knife against my bottom lip. “I’ve called the police, they’re on their way. So, I’m sorry, but I have to make this as quick as I can.”
“Alright…. Look. Please just… Fuck! Ashley!” He struggles against the restraints again and again, desperately trying to look for a way to get loose.
“There’s no ‘look’ ok, I’m going to kill you, slowly and you’re going to scream for me.” I grab the nail gun from the small table beside him, an item I’m sure he would’ve noticed before now, but obviously not. “But first, I need to inflict some pain.”
“Whoa wait, hold on… lets, shit, please can we talk about this?” His voice softer now, but the faint hint of panic still resides within his tone.
“No,” I smile. Dropping to my knees, I press the tip of the nail gun to his feet. “Smile,” I grin and press the trigger. His scream fills my ears, and I close my eyes, and take in the sound. Pressing it to the other foot, I do the same thing. Nailing both of his feet to the floor. Looking up from my crouched position, snot covers his face and Christ does it give me the raging ick.
“FUCKKK!!!” He screams as I stand, stepping forward and pressing the nail gun to the tops of his hands. “No, no, no, please Ashley WAIT!” I squeeze the trigger again, on each hand, nailing them both to the wooden arms of the chair.
Not like he has anywhere to go. Blood trickles from each of the entry points where the nails sit pressed into his skin. I smile as I clamber onto his lap. A leg on either side as I straddle him.“When they find you,” I lean in, close to his ear, “I want the cops to vomit at the sight of you.”
Veering back, I press the tip of the knife against his cheek. “Scream for me, Nathan.” His eyes widen as I pierce the long blade through the skin of his cheek, deep to the hilt. He opens his mouth and cries out. In that moment I begin to slice, back and forth, watching as the blood streams from the wound. Jagged pieces of skin clapping apart. I mimic the action on the other side of his mouth.
Giving him a gaping wound on either side. “There,” I grin back at my work. “Now you can smile even in death.”
Blood pours from his face and mouth, the bottom parts of the skin on his jaw flapping down, the muscle and fat staring out at me. Running my fingers through the blood on his chest, I lift them to his forehead and write her name there.
“Just so when they find you, they don’t forget her name either.”
“Y-you’ll never…” The words are garbled and messy, just like his face.
“Sorry fucker I can’t quite understand you.” I cup the side of my ear in sarcasm. “Say that one more time.”
Nothing to say now.
Leaning back slightly, I begin to carve her name in his chest. While he sits there screaming, desperate for someone to hear him and help him get lose from the rope that restrains him.
“You’re making it worse than you need to.” I sigh while continuing to twist and curve the S of my girl’s name. “Just relax, Nathan.” I start with the Y, “It will all be over soon, I promise.”
Her name is beautifully placed over the entirety of his pectoral muscles, and I jump off his lap and stand back, looking at my handywork. Blood covers the entirety of his chest and the tears streaming down his face prove he’s finally realised this is it for him. What he did, compared to the others, is the worst part.
