Page 25 of Bleed for You
Screaming bounced off the walls, louder than the music playing, and Jinx watched impassively. Nothing he hadn’t heard before. He waited because he knew at some point Rafe would run out of steam and the real fun would begin. Rafe’s eye bulged, which was a neat trick with the speculum on, and another wail left his throat, Jinx sighed and moved to the table to check the array of tools he’d placed on it. He picked up the scalpel and walked over to Rafe, grabbed his bottom lip and sliced it off. Rafe fell silent for all of a second, his red eyes staring at the strip of lip Jinx held between his fingers, then he screamed again. Now at a higher pitch, that Jinx felt for sure only dogs could hear.
He shook the lip he held between his fingers, making it dance in the air while smiling at Rafe, who now had blood and saliva running down the side of his face. “Do you think if you beg enough, I’ll let you go?” Jinx smiled, then burst into song. “Don’t stop… believing…” Chuckling, he flung the lip onto the plasticcovered wall, watching it stick. “Did you see that? It looks like a bloody slug, doesn’t it?” He looked at Rafe, then leaned over him. “Do you think your other lip will do the same? Let’s find out.”
Jinx plucked the lip away from Rafe’s face and sliced it out, watching Rafe’s eyes widen in pain as the pupils contracted to small dots. Jinx spun around then flung the lip, watching it land near the other one. It too stuck to the plastic, then fell off. “Aww. That was pretty shit. What else can I cut off and throw to see if it will stick to the plastic?” He lifted Rafe’s cock, ignoring Rafe’s screams to let go. Giggling, he let it go, watching it shrink. “That was impressive. I think it’s trying to crawl back into your body.” Jinx patted it. “We have so much to look forward to before then.”
He ran the tip of the scalpel around Rafe’s nipple. Grinning, he stared into Rafe’s eyes, then proceeded to cut the nipple off Rafe’s chest. Rafe’s eyes bulged, and he screamed again until Jinx slapped him across the face and, because he could, he slapped him again.
Rafe screamed and tried to spit at Jinx but failed. No lips meant he couldn’t do it. “Fuck you! Let ee go!” he demanded.
“I will let you go. When you’re dead and in pieces. At that point, I’ll set you free.”
Rafe screamed and tried to move on the table, his body rocking and rolling, his arms and legs tensing, then relaxing as he pulled on the straps. “I will kill you when I get out of this.”
“Like you killed all those little boys?” Jinx whispered.
Rafe stopped, glanced at Jinx, then his eyes darted away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know you do. I’ve seen the evidence and I’ve seen how you got off.” Jinx slid the tip of the scalpel over Rafe’s cheek, letting the point dig into the skin beneath his right eye. “I saw it all.” Letting the point cut into the skin, Jinx ignored Rafe’s scream and continued down his cheek before sliding the bladefree. “Hmm. We should make them match, don’t you think?” He promptly sliced into the skin on Rafe’s other cheek, then stepped back to observe his work. “That looks better, but don’t worry, Rafe. They’ll feel like nothing by the time I’ve finished with you.” He stepped back and tapped the blade on Rafe’s leg. “I think I’ll cut your arms and legs off, but only after I’ve sliced all the skin away.” Leaning closer, Jinx smiled at Rafe. “I’m very good at skinning people now. In fact, I can completely dissect legs. Maybe I should practice on your arms. But first…”
Jinx put the scalpel down and picked up pliers. He snapped them together, the sound loud in the room. Pushing them between the toes on Rafe’s right foot, he cut the small toe off. Rafe screamed and Jinx laughed before cutting the small toe of Rafe’s other foot. “Did you see that? One of them bounced across the floor!” Continuing to laugh, he cut both big toes off, pointing to one where it lay by the wall. “Did you see how far that flew?” He lifted the pliers up and looked at them. “These are fucking good. I’ll have to buy some more. Now why did I cut the big and small toes off each foot?” Not waiting for an answer, he said, “Because when you walk on your foot, it’s in a tripod motion. The big and small toes, along with your heel, stabilize you as you walk. Without the toes, it’s hard to keep upright, and it takes time to adjust. Time you won’t have. If by some chance you escaped, you’d be falling all over the place.” Patting his foot, Jinx smiled at Rafe, who was a bleeding blubbering mess.
“Lease sto—”
“What was that? Hard to speak without lips.” Jinx walked up to Rafe’s head and leaned over him, so there was only a couple of inches between them. “Didn’t you do that to one of your victims?” He saw Rafe’s eyes widen, and he shook his head. “Yeah, that’s right. You did. Why though? He was a kid. Three years old.” Jinx straightened, then moved back to the table where he had all the items he would need. “It puzzled me until Ifigured you just wanted to do it, so you did. Not me, I just want to hurt you in as many ways as possible.” Turning back to Rafe, he smiled. “And I will.” He held a saw which he shook, watching it move. “This is a Gilgi saw used for amputations. We’ll get to that, but first I need to skin you, or as it should be called in this situation, flay you.”
Putting the saw down, he picked up the scalpel and moved to Rafe’s foot. “Right foot first.” Jinx watched Rafe wriggle his foot so he couldn’t grab it, and he smiled. Having been in this position before, he knew what to do. Putting the blade on the skin, he tapped it and said, “The bone here is called the talus. It attaches to the tibia.” Grinning, he slid the blade down toward the toes, cutting through the skin. “We have three layers of skin, so one cut won’t do it.”
Rafe’s eyes bulged, and he screamed, his entire body arching up. Jinx ignored him as he continued to cut through the skin until he saw the flesh below. “There we go. Now we do a circular cut at the top of the cut and the bottom.” He looked up when silence descended in the room. “Aw Rafie. Did you pass out? Tut tut.” Jinx hummed Bon Jovi’s Livin’ on a Prayer as he worked on Rafe’s foot and slowly removed the piece of skin. Once done, he sat back and nodded. “Good job.”
Walking to Rafe’s head, he placed the flap of skin over his mouth, then went back to the table and put the scalpel down and picked up the salt and a bottle of water. Returning to Rafe’s face, he threw the water over it, then watched as he woke, confused at first then with a dawning horror. Jinx picked up the skin and waved it in front of his face before slapping him with it, then draped it over his mouth again.
By his foot he grinned, then poured the salt over his now skinless foot. Rafe sucked in a breath, also dragging the skin into his mouth. Jinx watched as he choked and tried to dislodgeit. When he finally managed to shake it free, Jinx muttered, “Should have taped it onto his face.”
Picking up the Gilgi saw he showed it to Rafe, then placed the blade on his ankle and sawed his foot off. Rafe screamed and screamed, then fell silent and a quick glance showed he’d passed out. Jinx paused to check his heartbeat and breathing. He’d had one man die before he’d truly begun. He didn’t want that to happen with Rafe. He wanted him to remain alive for a long time. Shrugging, Jinx returned to the foot and proceeded to amputate it. Once done, he picked up the blow torch and sealed the end.
Looking at the blow torch, Jinx grinned. Picking up Rafe’s foot, he put it on the table, then grabbed the water and emptied it on Rafe’s face. When he coughed and spluttered, Jinx held up the blow torch. “Time for some crackling. You know, as in pork crackling.”
At that point, Rafe lost it and thrashed around. Jinx sighed and let him use up all his energy, then switched the blow torch on and held it to the remaining nipple. Rafe screamed, his body bucking, then passed out. “You fucking pussy.” Jinx threw more water on Rafe, then slapped him across the face several times. “You barely managed five seconds,” he told him when he came to. “How am I supposed to turn you all crispy when you keep passing out at all the good points?”
Rafe began to thrash around again, and Jinx watched, sighing as he looked at the blow torch he held in his hand. When Rafe paused, he switched it on and burned the nipple again. Rafe screamed, his body bowing, then fell limp on the table. Shaking his head, Jinx blew out his breath, then threw more water on Rafe’s face. Watching him blink awake, spluttering and coughing.
“This is going to take a long time if you keep passing out. I have the battery to use so I can electrocute you. It’s going to takeforever to get to that. Please try to stay awake for a longer than five seconds.” Jinx burned a path along Rafe’s stomach and Rafe passed out again. “Guess I need to wait until he recovers, then begin again.”
Putting the torch down, Jinx checked the locks to make sure Rafe couldn’t escape—difficult but not impossible with one foot—he went upstairs to grab the sandwiches he’d packed. Sitting outside in his van, Jinx ate his food and had a coffee. “What should I do next?” He had it all planned out, but if Rafe was going to pass out as soon as he saw what was going to happen, then Jinx had to change those plans. “Oh well. Maybe I’ll remove the skin and the flesh from his chest, then cut through his ribcage. He can pass out for that. Or I can begin to dismember him and cauterize his wounds, so he doesn’t die from blood loss. Or both.” Jinx smiled and nodded once. “That’s what I will do.”
Finishing the food and washing it down with his coffee, Jinx carefully packed everything away, then got out of his van and walked back inside. Jogging down into the basement, he paused and watched Rafe, who was yanking at his bonds. “You won’t escape.”
Rafe’s eyes snapped to his. “Let me go.” Well, that’s what Jinx thought he said, but with no lips, some letters were harder to say.
“I will. When you’re dead.” Jinx picked up the scalpel and approached Rafe, who tugged on his bonds, his eyes wide, pupils so small Jinx could barely see them. “I’m going to cut your arms and legs off, then cut the skin and flesh off your chest so I can expose your ribcage and play with your organs.”
Rafe whimpered, yanked on his bonds, his body thrashing and bouncing on the table. “Nooo! Let me go!!”
“Sorry. I didn’t get that. What did you try to say?” Jinx chuckled. “Don’t bother. Not interested. The only thing I careabout is hurting you in as many ways as possible and then killing you.”
If Rafe had been thrashing around before, it was nothing to what he was doing now. The sound of his body hitting the table echoed around the room and Jinx stood, looking at the gloves he wore as he waited for Rafe to tire out. He had to give the man some credit. He wasn’t giving up. Shame he had no idea how many times Jinx had had people like him in exactly the same position.
Some pleaded and begged, denied it was them. Some refused to comment, even tried not to scream, but they all broke eventually. They all broke, and so would Rafe. Lifting the scalpel, Jinx grinned. “Time to have some real fun.”
