Disgusting...

I stare silently at the ground as the young girl before me begs for her life. She's only another disgusting creature. Only one more. Why is this so hard?1

Her arms are chained above her head, and her legs are open eagle, with each leg chained roughly to the floor. She is without clothing.2

Tears roll down her faces in small rivers and my face scrunches up in distaste. Ah, how i despise such weak people.3

"Such a pity," I say. "That your prayers will not be answered."4

She screams curses out me now, knowing the truth in my words, but not believing it. "Eric will come! Eric will save me!"5

I walk towards her and glower. She is to most males quite beautiful, but for some reason all I see is a dementedly mutated chimp. "Disgusting," I say. She spits at my face and I slap her. When I'm done, she'll be nothing more than broken bits.6

I leave her and approach a table covered with my tools. I grin maniacally and watch horror display itself quite clearly on her face as I select a rather large and sharp knife.7

My walk is slow and drawn out. Her anticipation grows to my satisfaction and she begins trying to break free of the chains. She won't be able too. We both know that.8

I smirk down at her and wave the knife menacingly, acting as though I shall stab her and then stopping a hairs-width from her, laughing at her shrieks and flinches.9

My smile fills my entire face. This is an enjoyable night, but the feeling of pain fills my mind, and I am at a loss as to why.10

I finish my games as soon as she stops flinching, maybe feeling I might not actually hurt her. This time when I swing the knife down, I don't stop.11

The girl is in shock. The skin on her shoulder draws away from itself like a canyon forming and blood begins to roll down her arm quickly. I grin and she finally gets her voice and lets out a loud scream. No one will hear her.12

I think a few moments and let her calm down to sniffles. Finally I act.13

With smooth movements I brush away her hair and set the knife on the top edge of her ear. Her eyes widen at realization and she begins screaming again and trying to move her head, but I grip it firmly in place and smile broadly.14

As I slice through her ear slowly and she screams and cries out I feel something inside me break. This does not effect my actions but something in the back of my mind, quite fuzzy, is trying to be remembered. I brush it aside and continue to focus on my cutting.15

Blood runs down her face, a dark red. It’s the first beautiful thing I have seen about this creature.16

Within a few minutes I have cut almost completely through it, and I pull the knife away and take a step back. The girl is gasping and letting out silent screams, unaware that I have stopped. For some reason her expression doesn’t give me satisfaction.17

I stare a moment at the ear, hanging down by a strip of skin and then return to the tool table to set the knife down. I grab a nut cracker and return.18

She stares at me, gasping and crying. She’s broken down. But I don’t feel it’s enough. I want to see her when she’s destroyed, even if it breaks me apart as well. I wish to see her beauty. Her blood.19

I grab one of her fingers, this time not giving her the chance to calm. I put her finger in the nut cracker and pause for a moment.20

I glance down at her, and our gazes meet. She pleads to any shred of good I still contain that I will stop.21

I don’t.22

With no warning I push all my strength into closing the nutcracker. Before she can even let out a single shriek there is a loud crack and her finger begins to turn shades of blue and purple.23

With this I move onto the next finger. Crack.24

The girl is crying again. Begging.25

Shrieking.26

“Stop! Please Stop!”27

I smile calmly and move onto the next finger.28

I grow bored of this, quickly returning to the tool table.29

I scan the tools, planning out my moves, finally selecting a hammer and nail.30

I return to the girl and grin, showing off the weapons. She tries to shrink herself and pull away simultaneously.31

Slowly I kneel down and set the nail below the opposite shoulder of the gash and raise the hammer. Her eyes widen and then she squeezes them shut.32

I wait for a few moments; making her wonder if it was really going to happen. Finally she blinks her eyes open; before she had time to make sense of her surroundings I swung the hammer down, shooting the nail deep into her flesh.33

She howled in pain.34

There was a moment of silence as she hung her head, likely already becoming numb to the pain.35

I reached up a hand and grabbed a hold of the hanging ear piece and gave a firm yank, causing more blood to pour.36

The girl let out another shrill scream, cancelling my earlier idea at the possibility of having broken her.37

I hooked the other side of the hammer with the nail and pulled roughly, wrenching the nail from her shoulder.38

This time my response was a simple pained gasp and blood squirted from the wound like a fountain.39

I smiled, more calmly and friendly, being that I was no surrounded by such beautiful blood.40

I returned the hammer to the tool table and grasped a box cutter before returning.41

I kneeled down once more and put the sharp edge of the knife on the under side of her ankle and begin sawing away at her flesh, as the girl began gasping and crying. I easily severed through the Achilles tendon and then began working on the other foot.42

This time I cut slowly to exaggerate the pain and marveled at the blood the splattered onto the floor.43

After a few moments of calm I stood and placed the knife at an angle on her wrist.44

The girl was oblivious to this; she seemed dazed and almost unconscious.45

Smirking I began pulling the knife down, cutting of a strip of her arm. This jerked the girl to consciousness and the screaming continued.46

I made the slice as slow and painful as I possible could before finally stopping and pulling the knife away an inch from her shoulder. I pull the knife away and grab hold of the blood slicked flesh giving a strong tug to rip it from her body.47

I grin and glance at the girl who made no response to this other than a small gasp before returning my tools and setting the strip of flesh into the pile of others in the fridge. The girl will very soon die.48

I don’t know why I didn’t want to do this.