Chapter 3
Chapter One: The Devoted Reader
Kind was a well-known author, famous for her brutal and brilliantly crafted murder mystery books. Her writing was unapologetically raw—each scene a masterclass in horror that drew readers in with chilling detail. The gore, the psychology, the tension—all of it was too vivid, too real. And that was exactly why her fans adored her.
Damian was one of them.
No, Damian was more than just a fan—he was Kind’s most devoted admirer. What he did, however, would send shivers down any spine. He took Kin's fiction and turned it into reality.
Damian had memorized every blood-soaked paragraph, every fatal twist, and every deranged monologue. Unbelievably, he had recreated each murder scene from her books in real life—and never once had he been caught.
Tonight was no different.
Humming sweetly under his breath, Damian flipped through the stained pages of Kind’s best-selling novel. In one hand, he held the book open to a murder scene. In the other, a knife gleamed under the dim light.
He stood facing his new victim.
The boy—young, terrified—was tied to a chair, trembling as he wept through the duct tape stretched over his mouth. Muffled cries filled the room, but Damian was unfazed. He simply stared, eyes blank, lips curling into a small, humorless smile.
“You shouldn’t have touched my books, dear,” he whispered, his voice cold and emotionless
He circled the boy slowly, examining him as if inspecting a sculpture, deciding where to carve first. Then he looked down at the page again, his expression thoughtful.
“Let’s see… how should I recreate this one?” he murmured. His eyes scanned the paragraph as if rehearsing a monologue, drinking in every detail.
For Damian, this wasn’t just a crime. It was a performance.
And the script was already written
The murderer finished reading the victim " NOW LET'S START THE fUN " he said walking around him menacingly . He held the knife tightly , his eyes locked on the victim who was shaking in fear" YOU KNOW, THE AUTHOR DESCRIBED THIS PART VERY NICELY " he commented, tapping the knife on the victim's cheek. The victim winced in pain, tears falling down his face as he tried to plead for his life through the tape on his mouth. "Sshh..... DON'T SPEAK . THE AUTHOR SAY YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO TALK, RIGHT?" He said, his voice is mockingly sweet. He held the victim chin, tilting it up to make him look at him " SUCH A PRETTY FACE , IT'S A SHAME , I HAVE TO DAMAGE IT
Sshhhhh........
Chapter Two: As Written
The victim tried to pull away, but the ropes around his wrists held fast. Each jerk of his arms only tightened the bonds, leaving his muscles strained and his skin burning. He was completely defenseless against the man who stood before him, smiling like an artist admiring his canvas.
Damian chuckled, amused by the boy’s futile attempts to escape.
"DON’T TRY TO FIGHT IT, DEAR," he said with sickening calm. "YOU’LL ONLY MAKE IT MORE FUN FOR ME."
He leaned in, blade glinting in the low light, and slowly dragged the edge across the boy’s neck—just enough to let him feel it. A shiver rippled through the victim’s body as cold sweat formed instantly on his skin.
"YOU’RE SCARED, AREN’T YOU?" Damian purred. "I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. YOU SHOULD BE. YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE."
His voice darkened with satisfaction as he continued tracing the knife down the trembling boy’s body. He pressed just hard enough to leave a shallow line across his chest—like an artist teasing the canvas before a masterpiece.
"YOU’RE TREMBLING... I LOVE IT," Damian whispered, his tone now thick with sadistic pleasure.
Suddenly, he grabbed the victim’s hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat. The blade hovered near his jugular, while Damian’s breath brushed hot against his ear.
"THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART," he said hoarsely. "THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES RIGHT BEFORE DEATH—IT’S JUST... DELICIOUS."
The victim struggled harder now, the chair creaking beneath him. His sobs came out muffled, trapped behind the duct tape that sealed his mouth. Damian simply laughed.
"DON’T WORRY, LOVE. THIS WON’T TAKE LONG," he said coldly, the knife now pressed lightly against the boy’s throat.
"ANY LAST WORDS?"
The victim whimpered, trying desperately to speak, but only faint, garbled cries escaped.
"TOO BAD I CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU," Damian said with a grin. "BUT THAT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU’RE GOING TO DIE ANYWAY."
He leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing the victim’s ear.
"YOU’LL MAKE A FINE ADDITION TO MY COLLECTION."
The boy writhed again, desperation rising, the ropes biting deeper into his skin. Damian only smiled wider.
"STOP STRUGGLING. IT ONLY EXCITES ME MORE," he taunted, sliding the knife along the victim’s arm.
"YOU SEE," he said, almost dreamily, "KIND DESCRIBED YOUR DEATH IN SUCH PERFECT DETAIL. IT’S LIKE SHE KNEW THIS MOMENT WAS MEANT TO HAPPEN. LIKE SHE WROTE IT JUST FOR ME…"
The victim wept now, tears flooding his face. All resistance had drained from his body, replaced by pure, bone-deep terror.
Damian traced the knife again across his skin, his movements methodical—calculated.
"I WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS. MONTHS OF PLANNING. OF SEARCHING. AND NOW, HERE YOU ARE... JUST LIKE KIND WROTE."
The boy’s wide, fear-glazed eyes locked on Damian’s.
"BEAUTIFUL," Damian whispered. "I’M GOING TO ENJOY KILLING YOU. AND AFTER IT’S DONE... I’LL WRITE TO KIND AND TELL HER HOW PERFECTLY I BROUGHT HER STORY TO LIFE."
Chapter Three: Read Between the Screams
The screams never started all at once.
At first, there was only silence—thick, suffocating, as if the room itself held its breath. Then came the trembling. The breathless gasps. The sound of fear trying to escape a taped mouth.
Damian tilted his head, listening closely, like a musician waiting for his favorite note.
“There it is,” he whispered. “The music of fear.”
He didn’t need the book anymore. Every line was already etched into his mind, every method memorized, every scene alive in his twisted heart.
But this... this was his own addition. A scene that Kind never wrote.
A scream she never heard.
Yet.
He traced blade over victim's face, lightly scratching his cheek, " the writer will be surely happy to know that I'm a fan. She will appreciate my dedication don't you think? " The victim shook his head frantically , whimpering and struggling against the ropes. "Oh don't be like that ", the murderer chided." That's what you signed up for when you read touch my book," He ran the knife blade gently over his victim's taped lips, causing him to tremble. " No matter how good the author at writing murder scenes, nothing compares to the real one. That's something only i can give you " he said proudly.
He withdrew the knife away from victims face and stepped back, admiring his prey, " You almost as pretty as author described ," he said his voice filled with sadistic fascination. " I can't believe I'm actually doing that ," he murmured almost talking to himself. " The author description is so vivid, i can almost see the scene , playing out in my head. And now i have the opportunity to watch it unfold directly in front of me." The murderer saying while cutting the victim's finger one by one, he watched as the blood slowly oozed out of the victim's wounds, he slowly took the knife to his tongue to taste the victim's blood.
Then he brought the knife closer to the victims, trembling eyes, almost a inch away," Beautiful eyes.... It's a shame, i have to damaged them" he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. The victim struggle against tape and the ties around their body, trying to let out scream of pain but no avail. All the come out was muffled, guttural sound as the Damian to cut the victims ear slowly and meticulously with careful precision, then he started to peel his skin from his cheek to revealing insight beneath. The victims face was a gruesome mask of agony, tears streaming down of victim's cheek and blood streaming down from his jaw, while he tried their best to suppress any sound of pain., then he stab 58 times knife on his chest, The victim's body was now motionless, soaked in blood full of stab wounds on his chest, his face blanked and void of any life.
The murderer stood there, breathing heavily after the act of killing." That... Was satisfying....", he murmured, his voice trembling with excitement. He knelt down beside the corpse , tilting victim's head to admire His work, " you look even more beautiful now" he said softly, almost affectionately. He slowly stood up and looked around the room, satisfied with the scene that he created. " The author would be proud of me". He whispered, a crazed smiled spreading across his face.
Then he grabbed his phone, snapping a few pictures of corpse , making sure to capture every gory, gruesome detail. " I'll send this to the author as a token of my appreciation ", he chuckled, his eyes still lingering on the corpse," she will know that I'm truly her number one fan" . With that, he turned and began cleaning up the scene, careful not to leave any evidence behind, " This was just a warmup" he thought himself, his excitement growing , " Kind's next book will gave so more many ideas ...." He left the room, whistling a happy tune, feeling satisfied with his work and eager to recreate next scene from his favourite author's book.
To Be Continue.........
