Page 28 of The Blue Rose
There is a satisfying pop sound, making me smirk, I let his finger go, he tries to jolt up, screaming in agony. Flailing and failing to grab his hand with the other. I step into his line of sight, look down and with a smile say “Finally! You’re awake.”
He looks up realization instantly hitting him and pisses himself. The pee dribbles onto the floor, making me jump out of the way before it hits my work boots. After he's done soiling himself, I walk over and break another finger, eliciting a shrill that has me twitching from the sound.
“Look, man, I’m sorry,” he says, already sobbing. I look down at him with pure disgust, anger bubbling through me.
“You almost pissed on me. None of my lambs have ever done that.”
“You broke my fucking finger, and earlier tonight you had me by the throat! What the fuck did you expect?” He seethes through sniffled tears.
“I didn’t break one.” I grab his hand, making my intent clear in my eyes. I break three more fingers, making him scream louder. “I broke five.” I release his hand, depraved satisfaction buzzing in my veins, and get in his face. “I made a promise that I would break all of your fingers if you didn’t apologize.”
Wheezing he says “I did apologize, I was on my fucking knees apologizing!”
“It wasn’t fast enough, I had tomakeyou apologize. You should have done so without a second thought.” I step back, my hand shaking as I wrestle for control. “Then you had the audacity to go pick up another girl becauseminewouldn’t kiss you.”
His eyes widened in shock. “You were following me?!”
I looked down at him with a snarl. “How else was I supposed to make good on my promise? Luckily for me you were still there when I got back to my car. From there it was like a cat chasing a mouse.”
He starts crying again, begging me to let him go. “Please, man, I deleted her number after I left. I swear I was never going to contact her again.”
I pulled his phone from his pocket, “What’s the code?”
He stays silent, causing my anger to flare, grabbing a knife from the table and jamming it into his hand. He cries out, sobbing “six, nine, six, nine.”
I roll my eyes, mumbling. “Pathetic,” under my breath and type the numbers. The phone unlocks with a faint click and I go to the messages. I see a conversation with ‘BITCH’, and click it, opening to see it is the conversation between him and my little lamb.
My hand tightens around the phone and I shove it in his face, pissed off that he lied, and named her as bitch. “I hate being lied to, Tyler. You’ll be punished for that.” I break the phone and sim card, chucking it across the room, uncaring where it ends up.
Ripping the knife out of his hand, I walk to the other side of the table, his eyes following my every move. I grab his hand, making his eyes widen, and start slicing off each finger. His nails on a chalkboard scream, has me cutting faster.
“Please” he begs, “I can’t take anymore.”
“The night is still young, Tyler and I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Walking over to my tools, I pick up my sharpest scalpel, then walk over to turn on my speaker. His screams are making my ears bleed, and I need music to drown it out. I turn on Spotify and“September” by Earth Wind and Fire blares through the speakers.
I walk back over and wave the scalpel in front of his face. “Do you know what this is used for?” He’s crying, his words incomprehensible gibberish as he begs for mercy I no longer have. Instead of waiting for an answer, I grab his face, pressing my fingers into his cheeks, making his lips puff out like a fish. “Let me show you.” I get close to his face. “This is for trying to kiss my little lamb.”
I take the scalpel and cut off his bottom lip, blood pouring from it. I cut his top lip, finishing the punishment towards my little lamb, which caused him to lose consciousness. Pissed he was knocked out from the pain, I grab a kettle, fill it with water, and grab the bolt tongs to place the pot into my incinerator. After a few minutes I hear that satisfying sizzle letting me know it is hot enough to take out.
Carefully, I walk back over and tip the kettle letting a few drops hit his skin. When he starts to stir from the heat, I pour the rest onto him, making his skin blister instantly under it. He’s trying and failing to thrash around, screaming from the pain, spitting blood down his chest.
The music drowns out his screams, and I walk over to my work table placing my scalpel down, grabbing my bayonet. I make my way back over to Tyler and start stabbing, uncaring of the mess I’m making; his blood flies everywhere, getting all over me and my work space.
I get lost in killing him and I lose count of how many times I’ve stabbed him even after his body goes limp. I watch the life leave his eyes, stopping as my chest heaves and blood drips down my face. Grabbing my electric-reciprocating saw to cut his body into pieces small enough to fit into the incinerator.
After I throw him and his belongings into the fire, I clean up my workspace, discard my boots and make my way back home. The sun is starting to rise as I walk back.
Once inside, I take a quick shower and when I get out, I notice it is already six in the morning. I collapse onto the bed naked, thoughts of my little lamb coming to mind, before I knock out.
ELEVEN
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When I wake up the sun is starting to set, I roll over, grabbing my phone and seeing it’s six already. Squinting, I hardly believe I managed to sleep for twelve hours. Normally, I sleep that well after a slaughter, not after an avenge killing for my little lamb, but nothing about the past twenty-four hours has been normal. I have two texts from Serena.
My little lamb must be thinking about me as much as I’m thinking about her.
