Prologue: Eve Of The Virgins
Magnanimous,
Lethal.
"Nobody wants to die,not even death,the arch- murderer of all epoch". I smiled to my thoughts as I watched him crawl his belly against the blood-decked floor, heading towards the door.
Does he think he can make it out?. No,not with the degree of gore I had originated.
And such a devil he is,a confident one at that, I love that, He didn't beg for his life but swore not to only kill me,he swore to bury my death with me. Five more inches to the door had the small axe in my hand , intensionally but not calculatedly,gliding through the air,and to my dark pleasure,it slide through his outstretched palm,and severed his five digits from their joints.
My face glowed with glee,as I lauded my accuracy with a deep breath of satisfaction.
"Hmmm!" he muffled in pain through the surgical tape strapped across his mouth,as blood sprinkled out of his fingerless palm .
The room is hot and stuffy,with the offensive smell of burnt human flesh. Sweats grew and streamed down my body,beneath my leather clothing. As I walked towards him,my laps 'squish-squash' against my leather pant,as if mocking my victim. I make two pulls around my genitalia as it itched for a scratch. My heart continued slamming against my chest,like a vibrating telephone,each beat resonating rhythmically with my cruel ambition.
" Okay ,out of all purpose,I'm not really here for a Fred West kind of murder" I reminded myself aloud , crushing his testicles with my Mary Jane boots. "Let us do this in a simple..... silent.......and.......fatal way" I whispered to his agitating groans.
" Tell me,who killed her?!" I yelled at him like a naggy bitch,as I sat on his back , yanking his head backwards and vigorously,with a hold on his chin. The contract of my biceps so hard that his Adam's apple jutted fatally out of his neck skin. A pool of blood rushed from his mouth to the floor , through my gloved hands, triggering a cold sensation that ran through my elbows. His head continued to jerk convulsively with frequent hiccups that hosed blood from his throat. I held him by his blood dyed collar,and his dangled like that of a strangled chick.
" Tell me now,or else the only option available on the menu is to kill you" I unsheathed my knife in an obvious threat. Well he is halfway dead. Realizing the irrationality in my statement,I gazed into his face as I saw involuntary tears curvilineared down his half burnt face ( His electric cooker ,had helped me with that costume. How can I forget the sizzles and the muffled screams! It was entertaining!).
Of a sudden, I felt a burden of sympathy, weighing down my shoulders, I restricted and made to break his neck,but I paused, stood up from his back,sheath my knife and moved closer to the object that had gladden the borders of my retina. I turned around in excitement, grabbed him by his leg,and dragged him in a Drax-the-destroyer style to the object,stationing his head beneath. I gained a few feet high,by mounting of a stool , extending my hand to the wall-mounted rack and felt the dumbbell,it was worth the pounds that pleased me. I detached the dumbbell with a push that spiralled it down,I watched in eager anticipation at the effect of gravity,as the base of the dumbbell slammed his occiput , fracturing it.
And then they rushed in.
Silence.
Yes silence,they rushed into the room and kept my reflexes frozen as long as a minute.
When the dumbbell rolled off his head,it came first as a spray to my leathered legs and the walls,before exposing a pump of blood,that gushed like broken Amniotic sac ,and within an eyeshot,I could see a yellow hued brain of his, plunge out from the fractures.
I screamed....with a silent grin,alighted from my false height, dedicated a nanosecond gaze to the mortal mess,before sighting his pure white suit jacket,which he had planned for tonight's event. I snatched it from the hanger and threw it over it corpse,as blood infused the white textile and formed an island around his golden name tag.
Tobi Bakare.
" The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury, I'll not bury you with your death,I'll leave your death for your death to bury,this is what distinguishes me." I spat in respite.
The window was ,metaphorically , anticipating my exit.
