Prosthetics

I woke up. When I tried to move, I couldn’t because I was bound to something. Darkness surrounds me so I couldn’t see. I realized that I am lying on something firm and soft, but what? Right now, I’m not sure what it is. Where I am?

Suddenly, the lights flickered on and I squint my eyes from the bright light. Now, I could see. What I was lying on was a bed and my arms and legs were tied to the bed posts. That’s when I realized I’m in someone’s basement. I nearly become sick to my stomach when I looked around. Dark red blood was stained on the bed and bloody finger and hand prints were smeared on the walls and floors. Tools were placed on a long table and a few of them were rusted. What was so sickening to me was the amputated hands, fingers, arms, feet, and legs. Pieces of rotten flesh were hanging from the ceiling and so were eyeballs.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest very hard. I started to breathe way too hard and I began to hyperventilate. I couldn’t breathe. What was happening?

Then, the basement door opens and I hear someone walk down the stairs. I could tell they were wearing boots. The person who walked down the stairs was a man. When I saw what the man looked like, my eyes widened with fear. Suddenly, I blacked out and my world turned to darkness…

“You can’t feel me touch you,”

I regained consciousness. Who was the person to speak? I screamed when I saw the man hovering over me. Oh how he was frightening! He had long red and blue hair and he was wearing a stitched up mask that was horrifying! I couldn’t tell what his facial expression was and that disturbed me greatly.

“Who are you?! What do you want?!” I screamed. The man soothed me, then told me he was Corey.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you.” He soothed me. I don’t want to relax!

“You’ll settle down soon. I untied you, so you better be a good girl or else. Just settle down, Purity.” Corey stated.

When I heard him say my name, I quickly sat up in bed. He knew my name. How though? Okay, that's when I started to get a little more than freaked out. I didn't know what was going on.

“That’s right. I know your name.” He sneered. He touched my long black hair and I pushed him out of the way. Then, I got off the bed and ran for the stairs. I hurried up the stairs and struggled to open the door. Corey came after me and I kicked him. He fell down the stairs. I opened the door and I exited the basement. It led me to the living room.

I entered the living room and glanced around. There was a black leather couch, a coffee table, pictures hanging on the wall, and a couple whiskey bottles lying around. There was a TV, a phone, and some books on a book shelf. There than that, there was nothing else. The whole room smelled of whiskey. The living room looked normal. Everything in this house looked normal, except for the basement. ‘Corey is a killer.’ I thought. He must be a serial killer. If he wasn't then what was he?

“You’re not leaving!” I heard Corey yell as I heard him come up the stairs. No! I need to hide somewhere! He's coming!

I noticed a closet. I opened the closet door, entered, and shut the door. I held onto the door knob so in case Corey tries to open the door, I can at least try to keep the door closed. Maybe if I'm lucky, he won't be as strong as he looks. The thing about that is, I'm never lucky. Corey would find me soon and he might do something horrible to me. Oh god, I couldn’t even bear to think about it.

That's when I thought about what would happen to me if he found me. I bet he would torture me by cutting my limbs off very slowly and then keeping them. He would watch me die of blood loss or leave me somewhere and starve or whatever.

Bang! I become startled and without thinking, I shriek. What is going on? Why is this happening to me? Corey begins to yank the door open. I pull harder on the door with all the strength I had. Corey pounded the door and kicked it with a strong force. I almost gave up.

“You can’t hide in their forever! I’ll find a way to get you!" Shouted Corey as he eased down. I silently cried when I heard Corey's footsteps go down the stairs. Yes, I was very scared. So scared that I didn't know what to do. It's just that I never thought I'd be in a situation like this. Well, now I am and I don't think I'm ever going to get out of it. I just wondered about why this man wants me.

'I'm trapped here.' I thought.

After what seemed like hours later, I haven’t heard from Corey, so I decided to escape. At first, I didn’t want to do it. I was afraid of getting caught. But after reassuring myself that I wouldn’t, I slowly and quietly opened the closet door. Corey was no where to be seen. That’s when I snuck out and ran for the front door. Corey would never suspect a thing…

I felt a little nervous, but I was getting out of here! This door is my ticket to freedom and departure from this living hell. I became excited and I turned the door knob on the door. There was one problem-the door was locked. No! I ran for the windows and tried to open them, but they were locked too. This can’t be happening! I swore out loud.

Suddenly, I am grabbed from behind. Again, I scream in fear.It’s Corey, the man who bounds me here. I fight him, but he is stronger than me. And besides, he has a very tight grip around my waist. It felt like he was going to push his fingers into my skin.

“Please let me go!” I begged. Corey laughed.

"But you're so amazing."

Corey then lets go of me and I try to run away, but he grabs me by the hair and drags me down the stairs. Not only did I weep, but I screamed for help. I gripped on to Corey's right arm and I dug my finger nails into his skin. He groaned, but that was about it. I scratched him on the arm with my fingernails, but he only ignored what pain he felt.

He threw me on the bed after smacking me. I sat there with my hair partly messed up and a red hand mark on the side of my left face that hurt and had tears dripping down my face. He took out some kind of thick cloth and used it as a gag. He forced me to use the gag and then, he snatched some big rusty pliers that were on his tool table. He opened them up before putting my left index finger in between it and SNAP! My finger was cut off! My scream was muffled and I began to kick Corey. I tried to cry but I couldn't anymore.

I lifted my left hand up and looked at the blood gushing out of the spot where my index finger was cut off. There was now a hole or whatever it was. The blood was dark red and so disgusting. I almost fainted from it. The gore not only went on the stained bed, but it went on my white dress with the black laces. I screamed even more and I looked over at Corey and thinking, 'Why did you do this?!'

"Shut up." Corey sneered. "I'm going to give you a new finger anyway. That should teach you to not run away from me!"

When he sat down on the bed next to me and leaned in forward, I kicked him in the face. He didn't draw back or anything. He only shook his head and took out a gun that he had. Then, he came closer to me and placed the gun to my neck as if he was going to shoot me in the neck.

"So you want to play a game? Well, we'll play some games! I suggest that if you don't want to die, then you better listen to me and not do anything stupid like you just did. You understand me?" Corey laughed deviously.

I became so nervous and horrified that my chest began to go up and down. I didn't want to die. I was only a nineteen year old girl. Corey soon took the gag out of my mouth and threw it away, thinking he wasn't going to need it anymore. He got up, walked over to some drawer and took out black thread, a needle, and a new finger. The finger looked so clean. 'A new finger?' I thought.

“This will only hurt, but you’ll have a new finger.”

The only thing I could think about was what he was going to do to me. All I wanted to do was run away, but that wouldn’t do any good. He would find me. Corey kept telling me I was amazing.

Soon, he sat down on the bed next to me and stuffed an old torn rag into my mouth he picked up from the floor. Then, he planned how he would sew the finger on me. He seemed to know exactly how he would do it. He was a genius. I’m guessing that he has experience with this.

“Shh..relax. It’ll be alright.” Corey said to me because I was becoming tense. Instead of fighting him, I did what he said.

A minute later, he began to sew on the finger. The pain, I could tell you, was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. As soon the needle pierced my skin, I cried. I looked away and if I didn’t I would have fainted. I winced four times and Corey told me to stay still. I screamed, but it was muffled.

After he was done the rag was taken out of my mouth. Tears were flowing down my face like crazy. The finger was now sown on. It was well done. Corey sure does know how to do these things very carefully. I can tell he is intelligent by the way he does things. 'Maybe he really is a true madman.' I thought.

"Now, was that so hard? Okay Purity," Corey said with tiny emotion to me. "try out your new finger."

I held my hand up and looked at my new finger. I could see the thread that held my finger and the area where my finger was cut off. Slowly, I took a finger from my other hand and touched my sown finger. I drew my hand back and then I moved my new finger. It moved and bended a little. Corey just stared at me and I could hear him breathing.

I looked at him and wondered why he kept his face hidden behind a death mask. I wasn't that afraid of him, but he did intimidate me a lot.

"Why did you kidnap me? I asked. "Why do you want me?"

"Because you're amazing. I need you and I decided that I want you." Corey answered.

"But you can't keep me here forever." I replied.

"Yes I can. I find you fascinating. You belong to me. You're mine and I love you." Corey stated in a firm voice.

"But I don't love you." I said. Suddenly, he laughed in an evil way. Shivers trembled down my spine.

"Purity, you don't understand. You will always be mine. I can tear you apart and recombine you. I will KILL you to love me!" Corey said, his voice menacing and low. He was being serious.

"I will never love you Corey. You're a monster, a killer!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not a monster. This is how I am." Corey snapped. "If you won't love me, then I'll keep you tied to this bed and make you starve! You're not leaving!"

"Fine then, tie me to the bed post." I stated. "I rather die than love you."

"I accept your decision, but you better give up any thought you had of being free. You're now my slave, my prisoner!" he yelled. He grabbed the rope he used to tie me up with earlier and tied my legs to one of the bed posts. He didn't even bother to tie my arms. After he was done, we both looked at each other. Then, he slapped my face hard.

"I gave you a chance. If I can't have you then no one can. You can never go home or see the outside world again." Corey said in a low voice. I waited for him to stomp up the stairs before I burst into tears.

***

I tried to untie my legs. No matter how hard I tried to do so, I couldn't. I made matters worse. The knot got smaller and tighter. What was I supposed to do now?

I looked around the basement, looking for something to use to cut the rope. On a table nearby the bed was a saw hack. It was rusted. My eyes widened. I could use the saw hack. I reached for it and nearly dropped it. Soon, I began to cut the rope that tied my legs. The rope cut and I was free-free at last (or so I thought). Hastily, I got up from the bed and fell from tripping over my own feet. My face smacked against the hard, cement ground. When I recollected myself and stood up, I began to see different color dots floating in the air.

I headed for the basement door, It was already opened. Maybe Corey knew I escaped? If he knew that then, he must be more than intelligent. That's when I thought that I had to be careful. He must be on to me or something. That's it, he's watching me. Watching me right now.

I started up stairs. The stairs creaked. All of a sudden, I heard a bang coming from upstairs. I soon become nervous.

"Purity, I'm watching you." I heard Corey whisper. All I heard was his voice. The voice didn't sound too happy, it was a creepy voice. It sent tremors down my spine.

"You can run but you can't hide. I'll still find you." Corey laughed. Quickly, I wheeled around. He was no where to be found. If he wasn't behind me or in front of me, then where is he? At first, I thought he was playing a joke on me...

Wait...Corey is a killer so why would he be playing a joke on me, unless he's planning to kill me...

"Corey?" I called out. "Are you playing a joke on me?"

No answer. Cautiously, I listened for Corey to answer.

"I'm behind you. Oh, I'm ready now. Come play dying with me." I heard him whisper. I seized for a few seconds. What does come play dying with me mean? With trepidation, I slowly turned around and-

Suddenly, I'm stabbed by Corey with a knife. I don't cry because I can't. The knife is pulled out of me and I feel like I'm going to fall down the stairs. I am, but before I do, Corey grabs me by the arm and pulls me toward him so I'm against his body. He wraps his arms around me and my head thrusts backwards. I gasp for breath. I try to speak and the only thing I can utter in a whisper is,

"Why?"

That's all I could say. All I can do is stare at Corey. I can tell that he can see the pain and horror in my eyes. Oh God, he can feel what I feel.

"Why? Why did I stab you? That's what you want to know?" he asked me, lifting my head up straight with a gentle touch. I try to nod. He knew what I meant.

"Because I will kill you to love you." Corey said.

Right after he said that, I drift off into darkness.

As I regain consciousness hours later, I feel different. There's something different about me. It took me a minute to understand that I was lying on the stained bed down in the basement. And to my amazement, I was still alive. Corey must have did first aid on me. I believed he could do just about anything (he's that good, I guess).

I saw Corey sitting on the bed next to me. That's when he took his mask off. His face looked so flawless, so smooth. Corey looked really handsome and I fell for him. For a second, I didn't believe he was a killer, but I knew he was one still. He looked like he could never hurt anyone. Finally, I could see his face and his cold blue eyes. On his face was a smile. It was half devious, half pleasant.

Then, I looked down at myself. I discovered that I had all my limbs cut off and they were replaced by new limbs that were stitched to me tightly. I gasped and tried to sit up, but Corey pushed me down. I no longer felt intimidated of him, nor did I fear him anymore. I wasn't allowed to get up. He told me to lay down.

"What did you do?" I asked him.

"I tore you apart and recombined you with new different body parts. Your fingers too." Corey explained. He sounded like he had confidence in what he did. Now, I thought he was just plain sick and twisted. What kind of man was he? I knew he was a killer and that he wasn't a madman.

"What are you?" I asked him. He replied,

"I'm a killer. A brutal one. I'm no monster."

He touched my face after he said that. For a moment, he closed his eyes. He moaned and then his eyes opened. I only stared at him. I looked into his eyes and I saw what I felt. This man knows what I'm feeling, but yet, he won't let me go. If he loves me, then he should let me go. It would be the right thing for him to do.

I asked him to let me go and he only shook his head. Corey then said,

"Make yourself at home. You're here to stay with me forever. You are mine."