“It is nice to meet you, Doll.”
I nod and put my hand in his as his gaze turns to the house. “Your house is beautiful. Do you own the property?”
I hesitate before answering, I don’t own anything that is not Clayton’s. Thomas raises an eyebrow in encouragement as I nod slowly with a distant stare. His body is shivering slightly from being in the storm for a long time. An idea pops into my head as I smile at him. “You seem cold, come in and rest for a bit. The storm won’t stop for a while.”
His eyes widen as he sighs in relief, leaning his head back up to the sky. “Yes please, that is so kind of you. I truly appreciate this, Doll.” His hand tightens onto mine as I walk back towards the house.
The door creaks open showcasing the dim light of loneliness as I stand to the side, waiting for him to join. He eyes the house warily, looking over the dark walls and wooden floors. He notices that he has been standing still before the front door and smiles at me with embarrassment as he steps in and takes off his coat and hands it beside the door as I close it. When I face him, I find his eyes stare at mine in admiration as he takes in my features now that are more visible in the light. His gaze landson my lips then down to my torso where the drenched sweater clings to my body and his throat works as he shakes his head and looks into my eyes. His cheeks flush a bit as he clears his throat.
“ I apologize for being a creep, but you are absolutely beautiful, Miss Doll.”
My face heats up with the way he murmurs the words, his eyes stare at mine intensively for a moment as I look away in shyness. “Thank you, would you like to drin–”
“Indeed, she is beautiful.”
My heart skips a beat as I turn slowly and find Clayton leaning onto the stairs railing. His eyes narrow over Thomas, sizing him up in slight mockery as he descends the stairs slowly with a carefree attitude. His hands in his pocket, unaffected as he walks towards us and stands in front of me, shielding my view from Thomas. His frame is taller than Thomas as he looks down at him like dirt on his shoes. Clayton is utterly calm which is exactly what’s making my hands shake.
“Now tell me, who thefuckare you and what are you doing in my home?” He snarls.
Thomas looks at me in fear, which results in Clayton growling and using his frame to cover me from his view further.
Thomas clears his throat. “Well umm, I’m Thomas. I came from the North City and I got lost on the road and my car broke down. I apologize for any disturbance, I-i will get going.” He turns towards the door as his words stumble. Clayton reaches a hand out as he holds Thomas’s shoulder tightly, stopping him in his tracks.
Clayton smirks. “Well,Thomas, you haven’t even stayed for a drink. Do you think we are so ill mannered?” He scoffed his name in amusement as he looked him up and down.
Before Thomas could utter a word, I gasp as Clayton grabs him by the back of his neck, pulling him down as he walks up the stairs, dragging Thomas onto the harsh steps.
“Let me go! I will leave, I promise I didn’t mean any harm!”
Clayton stops on the top of the stairs and looks back over his shoulder to me. “Doll, it’s been a long day, go rest on our bed. I have some business to attend to.”
Clayton
The ringing in my ears won’t stop, since I saw that man standing close to her in our home. I stood there, watching how he gave her sweet words as her cheeks flushed and looked away in shyness.
I lock the door of the basement as Thomas muffled yelling echoes in the walls. He could scream all he likes, but the basement walls are sound proof, no one can hear him for miles if he screamed blood from his throat. I tapped his mouth because I wanted to focus.
The table surface is filled with lined up jars of chemicals, an axe, pliers, nails, folded knives, syringes, a saw and a machete.
My fingers glide over their cold metal surfaces as my lips tilt up in a twisted smile. In this basement, I can fulfill my darkest urges with no eyes bothering me.
Excitement builds up in me as my blood starts pumping in anticipation for a new project.
“Please! Let me go!”
His plea falls on deaf ears as I swirl the pliers between my fingers.
My nose crunches in disgust when the smell of urine hits my nostrils. I look over at him, strapped down onto the examining table as the dim light of candles dance over his body. A dark stain over his pants in the crotch area.
He peed himself.
I scoff. “You are pathetic, wetting yourself as a coward. I haven’t even started.” shaking my head as I grab hold of a jarfilled with chlorine, swirling it in my hands as I inch over him. I throw the chlorine over his crotch as the smell vanishes and he yelps in fear.
I chuckle. “It is not even painful, just cleaning up your filth.”
I turn my back to him as I think through the choices. The pliers would be a good conversation starter as I hold them up to him. “Did you touch her, Thomas?” My voice is calm and collected as he shakes his head frantically. I hum, nodding slowly as I stand beside him. I flick the pliers in the air and catch them in my palm. “You see, Thomas, I do not tolerate many things.” I run the pliers down his arms as he shakes, holding his wrist with the metal in a firm grip, pressing onto his veins. “Liars are at the top of the list, you thought that a pretty girl is alone in the middle of nature, you could just use her as much as you like, yeah?” I move the pliers down his hand, till it presses over his knuckles and I twist. The sound of bone breaking mixes with his muffled scream.
“What did you say to her? That she was Pretty, no?”
