A petite, blonde girl was suspended from the ceiling by a rope, which was tied around her wrists. The rope digging into her skin while gravity painfully stretched her body downwards and her feet barely touching the grimy ground. It wasn’t the blood smeared across in her right eye that made her sight a blur; it was the tears that clouded her eyes. Tears that meant only one thing - fear.
“Please, please...I’m begging you. Don’t...” she begged while desperately trying to pull herself free from the ropes, which in turn made her gasp in pain.
The unsettling scraping of two sharp knives against each other was the sound of the inevitable - her excruciatingly painful death.
She blinked and stared at her executioner who was expressionless, it seemed as though he had no remorse for what he was about to do. He looked too young to be a murderer. His fine facial features and tired blue eyes could definitely earn someone’s trust in a snap.
Blood was dripping from her forehead, making her feel light-headed and weak. Looking down at the rest of her body and then at her surroundings, she realised that she was knocked out before being brought here - a dark basement covered in plastic - and hung from the wall like a rag doll dressed in a skimpy sailor girl costume, completed with knee socks and black, closed shoes.
“Why me?.... Please... let me go...” she pleaded once more, her blonde hair damp with her own sweat and blood.
The young man slowly looked at her, his beautiful blue eyes empty of guilt and sorrow. The blood splattered all over his white, plastic raincoat. But that hardly mattered since he was certain of what he wanted to achieve - torturing and killing the young blonde.
“Do you know why you are here?” he finally spoke, taunting her while stroking her blood-stained cheek. His voice was soft and calm while he stretched the surgical gloves like a surgeon preparing for an operation.
The girl wept hard as she shook her head. “No...no... I don’t know. I don’t... please...please let me go.”
The guy moved closer to her. “You’re a very brave lawyer, and maybe that’s the reason why someone hates you, Hilary. So much that that person specifically told me to torture you before taking your life.”
“Oh no...no... please...” Hilary, the captive, trembled in terror. “Don’t do this ... please don’t ...”
“Shhh...shhhh...” The guy caressed her shaking lips as the sharp edge of the knife touched her face, sending a shiver down her spine. “Don’t worry. I am quite good with slicing. I’m a professional. Been in this business since high school.”
The girl wept harder when she finally realised there was no way out, nobody to save her. Yet she continued to beg for her life. “I’m begging you. I didn’t do anything... Please let me go....”
He moved backward and took a stainless steel scissor and small zip-lock bag from the table where his collection of knifes and cutter were all prepared. He smiled at the shaking girl and yanked a chunk of her blonde hair from the roots, which made her shriek, fresh, salty tears streaming down her face. He observed the chunk of hair mixed with skin and blood before keeping the hair inside the zip-lock bag, slipping it into his pocket.
“I’m sure you won’t mind me taking a souvenir to remind me of our first date, right? It’s not like you’ll need it, anyways.” he said, smiling at her. Even his smile was vacant.
He sighed. “Okay, here goes the part that I get paid to play.” He took the gauze pad infused with ketamine and stuffed it inside the girl’s mouth, silencing her.
It was time.
He slowly pressed his knife against the girl’s soft cheekbone. Blood slowly oozed out from the open cut, dripped down her face and onto her chest. She screamed and wiggled, trying to resist but it was no use. No one could hear her muffled screams. Tears slowly fell down her blood-stained face, all of her hope was lost as the executioner worked his way through her neck and down her chest.
The guy’s eyes lit up with a sudden, intense emotion as he admired the stream of blood flowing down her body and onto the plastic wrap covering the floor. He looked blissful and relieved. Another successful and relaxing night for Will Thomas Chase. He knew he could sleep soundly once he was home.
Una Miller had been standing at the foot of the bed where her housemate was sleeping soundly with her ‘guest.’ She had a class to attend, but she wanted to talk to her and had to do it that very moment. The house rules have been broken and action must be taken. After all, she could ask anybody to stay and ask them to leave once they start to ignore her house rules. House rules she made the first time her doctor had advised her that a constant companion would help her.
Her eyes surveyed the bare back of her housemate.
She brought another guy in my house AGAIN. That stupid girl never learns, she thought. I don’t need a companion like you. And I don’t care if you have to stay outside the streets tonight. You are leaving, Jessica! Out of my life, you and your annoying activities with random guys.
Suddenly, the alarm clock on Jessica’s bedside table broke the silence in the room. Una waited impatiently for her housemate to notice her.
Jessica groaned and slowly turned on to her side, lifting her hand to slam the clock shut, but her eyes popped open as soon as she caught the sight of Una standing by the door with her usual grumpy face.
“What the ‘F’, Una!” Jessica grabbed the sheets to cover her chest.
Third rule in the house – No swearing.
“I want you to leave my house now.” Una ordered her. Her voice was authoritative yet impassive.
“Excuse me? What do you mean?” Jessica glanced at the stranger sleeping next to her, oblivious to the conversation between those two, which reminded her of the second house rule – no bringing some random guy home.
“You violated the rules. You’re out,” Una said. “Pack your bags and leave.”
“Are you insane? I just can’t leave, I’ve been staying here forever! I just can’t leave like that. And we’ve been through a lot.” Jessica looked outraged by the sudden turn in events after last night’s conquest.
“You moved here exactly one month ago, and we barely even talk. We’re not even friends,” Una reminded her. “I own this house and you are only my tenant. You agreed to the rules but now you’ve broken most of those rules. You have to leave.”
Jessica snatched the sheets from the stranger to cover up herself, revealing his naked body, and jumped up from the bed. “You are a nutcase, you know? The only friend you have is your pathetic psychologist. You don’t even have a dog.”
Una smirked, “Whatever you say will not change the fact that I own this house, Jessica. You are just my lessee and you’ve been kicked out. You should have thought twice before bringing a random stranger into my house and breaking my rules, but you didn’t because you can’t control your hormones. Now leave.”
Jessica walked up to her, her face an inch away from Una’s.
“Oh really? Are you doing to make me leave, Una?” Jessica mocked her, wearing a sleazy smirk on her plastic face.
Una took one step closer and smiled like a bully teasing a small child, which was an odd sight for her soon-to-be-ex tenant. “Don’t try me, Jessica. There’s a reason why I still visit Doctor Larson every Wednesday afternoon.”
Jessica was a few inches taller than her, but Una was far from being scared of her. She just wanted her to leave and bring order to her house again.
“You are one sick woman, Una.” Jessica hissed.
“Really? Doctor Larson thinks otherwise. Now leave. I don’t want to see you here when I get back from my classes,” Una said firmly and stepped out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.
“Who was that, Babe?” The blonde stranger finally woke up, stretching under the blanket while giving Jessica a lazy smile.
“My sick, twisted housemate,” Jessica answered. “Get up! You have to help me pack my things.”
“What? Why?” He asked, looking startled.
“Because I just got kicked out, you dolt!” She snapped.