Page 14 of The Blue Rose
He passes out after the last nail is taken, ruining my fun. Blood drips from his hands onto the floor, adding to my collection of invisible stains long since bleached away. I walk out of my kill room, into the cool morning, allowing the chill to help wake me. It’s been a long night, and I wasn’t expecting the sun to already be rising, but when it comes to torture, you lose all track of time. I stay out there staring at the rising sun, for what feels like hours.
Killing a man is sodifferentfrom killing a woman. A man starts to beg instantly, and then tries to get away, while a woman is smart, trying to get away first, only begging for their lives once they give up. Most usually fight until their last dying breaths. The rest, they fight until the torture stops, and the knife comes out, holding it above their heart. They can always guess what’s about to happen next, accepting their fate.
I don’t enjoy this kill as much as I do my little lambs. This kill is insignificant to me, but I had to rid the earth of him. For what he did to my lamb, I’m giving her the justice she deserves. For some reason, one I don’t even understand myself, I needed to kill him, for my little lamb.
When she punched him in the face, I was shocked. I felt a similar darkness to my own, seeping out of her. The anger matched mine. When I told her, he was going to meet the grim reaper, she didn’t even react how a normal person would. Most would freak out that I was talking about his impending doom. She didn’t, I saw her smile, the way her eyes danced with the idea. She wants his death as much as I do.
Being the gentleman that I am, I’m making her wish come true.
The sun is halfway in the sky and I turn back to the shed.
I need to finish what I started.
Walking over I slap the bartender awake. He startles, forgetting where he is for a second, then the fear starts to sink back in.
“You know,” I say, cracking my knuckles, “I never got your name.”
He glares at me, staying silent. The only form of rebellion he has left.
I chuckle. As if he could win this fight. “Oh, how naive you are. I’ll ask again, this time I won’t be so nice. Tell me your name.” I demand.
Still, he stays silent, newfound bravado in his gaze.
Mindlessly, I pick up the dried bloody knife behind me and bring it down into his stomach. His body lurches forward, as much as it can tied down, as he lets out a bloody, gurgled cough. “Why do you want to know?”
Hand still wrapped around the handle, “I like to know the names of the people I kill.”
“Gary,” he wheezes, his eyes darting around in desperation.
I Laugh, “Of course your name is Gary. It’s fitting, you’re pathetic, but special.”
“Wha-what makes me special?”
I smile cruelly at him “You’re my first male victim, and you’re pushing me to try something new. You don’t deserve to die the way my lambs die.”
He looks at me, his brows drawing together as sweat dots his forehead. “You keep calling that bitch-”
I pull the knife out, slamming it into his stomach again, twisting until I hit bone. Leaning in close in his face, I watch his pupils shrink in fear as I loom over him. “That was a mistake,” I hissed. “Call my lamb any profanities again, and I won’t end this fast.”
Gary coughs up blood, having the audacity to smile at me. His body shakes from the pain and blood loss, but that doesn’t stop him from saying in a raspy voice. “It sounds like you call your victims ‘lambs’, so she must be next.” He pauses, his breath rattling his chest. “Does this make me one of your lambs, too?”
Yanking the knife up, I admire how his blood catches the low light in the shed. “No, Gary. You are not one of my little lambs. You are nothing.”
I stab him again and again, blood flying everywhere, and tainting everything in my space with his filth, until I see his body go limp and my arm burns from overuse.
I’m breathing hard, looking around at the mess I created.Why did I do this?I never kill spontaneously like this, every kill is always planned meticulously so I don’t get caught. I never kill men, I never break my rules. Breaking any of my rules could lead to my demise. I pace back and forth, running my bloody hands through my hair.
Tonight goes against every rule I’ve ever had, my breaths come faster and faster as I stare at the destruction around me.What did my little lamb do to me? What did I do for her?
I shake my head, forcing away the panic simmering just underneath the surface. I begin cleaning up, freezing for a moment not knowing where to start. There’s blood everywhere, staining every surface around Gary. My lips curl in disgust, as I look at his prone body.
He doesn’t deserve to be displayed like my lambs are. He needs to disappear, as if he was never here to begin with.
I wipe the blood dripping down my face, stopping it from getting into my eyes. Squelching through the puddles of blood to turn on my incinerator. Grabbing my saw, ignoring the ache in my shoulders as I begin cutting Gary into pieces. Sweat dripping down my back, I throw his body along with my clothes, into the flame without a second thought.
No one will ever find him.
I grab my burner phone, my body trembling in exhaustion, satisfaction, and anxiety, and send off a text.
