A horror... your horror
Ace.
"Open this door, Angel!" a deep voice shouts from the other side of the door. "Otherwise you know who I'm going to come after," the voice continues, its tone harsh and dark.
The little boy can feel the man's sinister breath seeping into his room, accompanied by a distorted and mournful laughter. The clicking of keys, the creaking of wood under his weight as he moves towards the door, creates in the little boy's heart an oppressive fear and anguish. Suddenly, violent knocks sound on the door, tearing a start from the boy already petrified by fear. Finally, he gets up from his mattress infested with ticks and fleas, opens the door with a trembling hand, raising the dark face of his tormentor accompanied by a rictus distorting his hideous face... the boy is terrified, his heart rate accelerates... when suddenly, I wake up!
Another one of those nightmares!
I get out of bed, still numb, and put on my dressing gown before heading to the bathroom. The cool tiles beneath my bare feet gradually wake me up. I open the lid of my special bathtub, remove my bathrobe, and slip into the ice-filled water. Yes, I relax with ice baths in circumstances like these. This bathtub is designed to keep the ice cubes frozen, giving me the option of taking ice baths at any time. I slowly submerge myself in the icy water, feeling every shiver run through my body. I feel the ice cubes caress my skin, giving me a sensation that is both stimulating and soothing.
After an hour of relaxation, I step out of the tub, grab a towel, and take the time to dry myself. Once finished, I leave the bathroom, get dressed, leave the bedroom, and pass a few henchmen stationed in the hallway like statues. Their eyes only move, sniffing out the slightest suspicious movement.
I crack my neck and feel frustration rising inside me. Despite my cold bath, I'm anxious. I need to relax more.
I head to the torture chamber, one of my favorite places. When I go there, I always find a certain relief, and my anxiety disappears instantly. Once inside the immense room, I realize with disappointment that the two men who had been distracting me for the past few days have died of hunger or pain or whatever! We'll have to find more, and in the meantime, I must dispose of their carcasses before they start to decompose.
What bastards! They haven't even tasted all my torture toys. Bad luck! I'll have to find another distraction.I let out a sigh of annoyance.If they are dead, we might as well feed their corpses to the crocodiles.
I, who was hoping to hear the sweet melody of cries of pain, find myself in the middle of the night, wanting to do the dirty work of dismembering. This is the part of the job I hate the most because I'll have blood all over me. But I know others who will be very happy! The lucky ones. They're going to have a great time.
I take off an apron and take my time putting it on, I put on my latex boots, I put on my gloves and I protect my face with a mask. I take out my audio player and put on Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, a masterpiece I will never tire of. While the music lulls my eardrum, I untie the first guy and carry him to place him on the work table. How heavy he is!! Why the hell are corpses so heavy?
I strip off the rest of his clothes. He's now lying on my table. I plug my ears with the earplugs, pick up the saw, and turn it on, ready to begin the dissection. I'm a true anatomy expert, and my skill at this task is a real delight.
I begin by methodically detaching limb by limb, starting with the legs, then the arms, each saw stroke is precise and calculated. Once the limbs are removed, I move on to the ribcage, revealing his entrails. The inside of his body is still warm, which would mean that he died not long ago. It's a shame because I would have liked to be lulled by the melody of his cries of pain while I cut into his limbs. His organs seem to still be in good condition, look at that liver... what a waste! Too bad I'm not involved in organ trafficking, it would have made me even more money, but hey, don't be greedy Ace, just be content to be the king of the mafia. And besides, organ trafficking isn't good, if you sell your neighbor, you're going to hell!I burst out laughing.What a sense of humor I have. Oh, look, I finally relaxed.
Once I finished dissecting this man's corpse, who is he exactly? I don't even know why he was in my torture room anymore. I think for a moment... ah yes, it comes back to me, it's the infiltrator of the Strick clan, their leader has been trying to tease me for a while, he's trying to challenge me. He doesn't know who I am. He used to work with my father but since I took control, I stopped buying him his poor quality Cam, he hasn't digested it and sends his guys to infiltrate my house to get to me. Forgetting that I'm Ace! I think I'll send him his man's head tomorrow as a gift. That's a good idea!
I pile the flesh I've dissected into a garbage bag, pick it up, and head toward my aquarium. As soon as they hear my approach, my crocodiles begin to stir in the water, visibly impatient.
I sit in the seat above their pit, and piece by piece, I toss the severed body parts into the aquarium. They seem to be enjoying themselves, earnestly devouring their meal. It's one of my favorite moments. Watching their savagery as they feed. It's even more stimulating when the meal is alive.
Once finished, I get up, take off my apron, boots, and gangs before returning to my room, satisfied to have enjoyed this moment with my crocodiles. A good shower is necessary to wash off all that blood. Once in my shower, I turn on the water column and close my eyes, feeling the water flow over my body, which feels amazing. Once finished, I dry my body, get dressed, and go back to bed. I think I'll be able to get back to sleep after this moment of relaxation. I glance at my watch; it's just 2:00 a.m. I turn off my nightlight, close my eyes, and let myself drift off into a dark, satisfying sleep. The morbid events of the evening gradually fade into the abyss of my mind as I let myself be lulled by the restorative darkne
ss of the night.
