I have manipulated them all with pathetically no effort at all. They ignored me as if I was less to look at. But now, they all beg on their knees for me to give them one dose. I could ask them to give me their wives to warm my bed, or let them throw their children in acid and watch as they melt away, and they won’t hesitate.
They don’t deserve to raise children and corrupt them, then complain of how their kids are a burden. so, I made it my mission to remind them how grateful they should be.
A week has passed since my experiment was successful. She has been in a deep slumber ever since those dull eyes looked up at me. I have checked the files with the DNA info of her parents numerous times to make sure it’s right. She is currently 28 with a fully functioning adult body and brain, but there is zero knowledge. I need to slowly see how much her brain can develop information in the shortest matter of time, there is so much we need to do together.
Leaning against the doorway, my hands in my pocket as my gaze locks on the beautiful woman on my bed, disheveled between the sheets. Hair smoothing out on the silk pillows. I’m watching her as a hawk waiting for his prey to finally take off so he can bounce. A habit I have established since I sneaked into Elsie’s colorful room. I would watch a show with her till she sleeps then take in every single feature like the starved madman I am.
She moves a bit, opening her eyes as she scans over the bedroom. The house is a two story brick wall with a basement that I have made to be my laboratory. She sits up and touches the fabric of the sheets, raising them to her mouth as she bites on it. I watch in fascination how she is trying to indicate what’s around her.
Her eyes land on me and stop, inching backwards until her back hits the headboard in fear. I walk till the edge of the bed and take a seat slowly, taking out a dried piece of meat and holding it up towards her. “Let’s test this, in order for me to move on with your progression, I need you to trust me.” She looks at the meat in my hand, calculating. Her body is urging her to eat but her mind is sensing I’m a threat which paints a smile on my face cause it means she is progressing already.
Her decision is made as she crawls forward slowly and bites into the meat. My lips lift up as I let her eat the rest, taking her time to feel secure in my presence.
“It’s good isn’t it?” I nod as I speak, demonstrating as she copies me.
I take her hand, helping her stand off the bed. Her legs give out, I wrap my arms around her waist holding her up. “it’s okay, Doll. Hold onto me.” I take a step forward as she glances at my legs and copies me. We move out of the bedroom slowly but she gets better by the time we reach the bathroom.
Looking at our reflection in the mirror, how she looks, leaning onto me. I would protect her with my life even if she didn’t mutter a word. I remember how Elsie always ran up to me to help her and I will always do.
Filling up the bath with warm water as I carry her into it. She stares at me, holding my arm tight as I smile. “It’s okay, you need to bathe. I’m not going anywhere.” She lets go of my arm slowly as I sit down on my knees beside the bath.
After a while she clearly enjoys the water and I don’t mind her soaking in it as long as she desires.
“I have to show you something.” I hold the thin container that is shaped like a moth wing, swaying it from side to side as the green liquid inside glows. “This is called Nocta. A drug I have invented. Do you like it?” She inches closer inspecting it. “Seems like you do. I wanted to show you it when we were younger,but it’s okay. You’re here now. So, I can tell you all about it.” I chuckle as I hold it up to her wrist, barely piercing her skin. “I have combined all the compounds that people strive for in drugs. Nicotine, cocaine and all of the alkaloids. Also, I can't forget about the alcoholics” I laugh, fixing my glasses. “The ethanol in the bitter alcohols they consume is mixed with the alkaloids.” Her breathing rate heightens as I press the wing onto her wrist further. My voice lowers into a whisper as my breath brushes her ear. “You would think these toxins together would kill any man or woman when consumed. You would be correct. But, there’s no fun in that. I like challenges. Killing is easy, I want to torment. Watch as they seek me for help. I’m not cold hearted, I made a cure. I used extracts from male moths that help strengthen the kidneys and general health of humans and I added it to the drug. That way, they won’t die instantly. Their body will slowly decay under the illusion of being stronger. They crawl to me when they realize they’re dying, looking for a cure. Oh, how I love when their eyes widen when I tell them they have been taking the cure already. It’s just not strong enough.” I laugh, barely able to breathe as she looks at me with confusion. Her lips lift up a bit to match my enthusiasm unknowingly.
“I know, it’s fascinating isn’t it? But, we haven’t even gotten to my favorite part yet.” Sliding the wing across her vein. “The only way to consume the Nocta is to press the wing across your skin and slice it open, the wing senses the blood tripping from your body and releases the drug inside. I love when they have to slice themselves over and over to get it. Desperation is lovely to watch.”
She takes the wing from me and moves her finger gently on it.
Her curiosity is exquisite, there’s so much I can show her.
I brush her chin with my pointer finger, turning her face towards mine. I wish her hair was longer like Elsie’s, but patience was my strongest weapon.
She smiles at me as if I’m the only one who lets her breathe.
That’s right, doll.
“Oh, precious, now that I have finally got you. Let’s torment this world that separated us.”
Chapter Nine
The past
Clayton
December 1st
Wrapping Elsie’s gift carefully, I have prepared it for a week to make sure it turns out perfect as she is.
Elsie is Turing 11 today, she seemed so excited last night. I have spent the night with her, helping her decorate as she kept blabbering how she’s so happy that her friends will come.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t realize that her friends are only tagging her along cause she is so forgiving and pure.
I never told her the truth
I simply couldn’t understand how her eyes shine when she talks about them. She even looked over how they treated her the first day she came to school. I never understood why she kept coming back. But, she always said that she doesn’t want me to be alone.
Mr. And Mrs. Beaumont kindly let me stay the night and accompany them in decorating. They always seemed too perfect as a couple and as parents for Elsie. They obviously love her to death but Mr. John seems off. He narrows his eyes at me when I get too close to Elsie, his eyes warning me that it might be my last step. I understand as a normal father he should be protective, that’s not the reason I feel something is wrong. I can know dangerous people by simply their presence. His arm tattoos are a bunch of scrabbles from afar, but if you look closely, there is a small tattoo in the middle of the number 77.
