Inner Beauty

Celeste stood there, watching as the man regained consciousness. She let a small giggle escape her mouth as it realized that it was chained down, and began to writhe around on the floor, helplessly pulling at the chains that held it. The look of horror on its face when it saw her standing in the corner of the basement holding a large butcher knife was almost too much for Celeste. She could hardly contain herself. 1

Slowly she walked towards it, her shoes barely making a sound on the cold, wet cement floor. She knelt down beside the now panicking man and whispered in its ear, “We're gonna have a little fun now. I won't tell you exactly what we'll do, but lets just say it will be painful.” She grabbed the man's hand, and with the knife began to saw at its ring finger, which had a wedding band on it. “My little souvenir,” she said cheerily.2

It let out a loud scream at this.3

“Now, now, we can't be having this. We don't want to call too much attention to ourselves. We don't want to get caught, because then I would have to stop and it would ruin all the fun,” she said.4

“What the hell are you doing?!” he screamed.5

She shook her head at him. “I warned you,” she said in a voice that someone might use when scolding a child. She quickly stood up and walked up the stairs into her kitchen, grabbed a metal instrument, walked back down the stairs, and sat down next to the man. She forcefully shoved one instrument into its mouth and squeezing the other end in her hand, clamped the man's mouth open. 6

“Stick your tongue out,” She demanded. It shook its head. Celeste took the knife and began to cut its pants off of it, then its boxers. She brought the knife back behind her head, and aiming between its legs, brought it back down as hard as she could. She smiled with satisfaction as the thing let out another yelp, and then saw blood come spurting out when she pulled the knife back up. “I said stick out your tongue,” she said threateningly.7

This time, it obediently stuck its tongue out. She put the knife to its tongue and began to saw at it tell it fell of. She knew that it would soon choke on the blood if she didn't do something. So she tilted its head to the side so that the blood would run out onto the floor. She couldn't have the thing die just yet.8

Celeste stood up and walked to the other side of the basement, and grabbed her small black bag that she always had handy in case she felt like having a little fun. As she walked back over to the body chained to the floor, she noticed that its eyes were starting to close, and its breathing getting slower. She had to work fast now.9

She opened the bag and rummaged around in it until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a small case, and opened it displaying various sharp instruments, much like the ones you might find in an operating room. This was her operating room. She removed one of the many scalpels that the case held, and with precision, she went to work. 10

Her hands moved with such grace and skill that only someone who had had much practice would have been able to match it. She began by placing the small instrument to the man's chest, which was barely moving by this point, and pressed it into the skin as far as she could. She cut through layers of skin, fat, muscle until she reach the depth that she had wanted. She enlarged the wound that she had made until it was a circle, then she peeled everything off the bones of its ribcage, then she removed the pieces of  bones that she had cut out.11

There it was, the things heart. The only beautiful thing about the male body was its beautiful, blood-filled heart. She reached her hand into the hole that she had made, and very carefully slipped it underneath the no longer beating heart. Even though this man had been so cold, so cruel as to try to cheat on her beloved friend with herself, Celeste knew that there was something beautiful inside. It was just a matter of finding it. And she had, she had found his inner beauty.12

Celeste put the scalpel, and the human heart down. Once again she searched through the bag of goodies. A few moments later, she pulled her hand back out of the bag, and in her hand was her collection of ring fingers, which held a wedding band. She searched the floor for the newest addition to her collection and finding it, picket it up and placed it into the jar.13