Did I just write this? This is another story I’ve written up and I can’t believe I just did. (For another contest… XD) The theme was to explore our dark side. Torture a person with a dark twist to it. So… I’ve written up something and I want some opinons before I send it in. (needs to be 5,o00 words.)
Twisted Love
My hands reached out for that black, hand size spider. I pinched it and picked it up by its back legs. The black devil threw its free limbs about, trying to walk on air it seemed. I brought it eye level and allowed it to walk on my hand. Such a pretty black widow… too bad it’s beauty will be put to waste.
Once again, I picked it up by the back legs and placed it on my table in front of me. Next to me was a small table with all sorts of sharp cutting objects used by doctors. Using a pair of pinchers, I held it in place. I brought a small knife to that red hourglass on it’s back. Slimy yellow blood and guts came out as I cut into its black body. The widow twitched about helplessly. I couldn’t help but smile and lick my red lips as I examined inside the spider.
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A day after my experiment, I was to meet with my younger sister at her house. Packing my bag with the same knives and cutting utensils. That was all I needed. Covering myself from the snowy weather with a long black coat, I headed out for her house.
My sister was a kind, shy young woman. Skinny and pale, her hair was brown and her eyes were green. There before me, on the other side of her apartment door, she stood wearing dress pants and a light pink sweater. She smiled at me and invited me in. I took off my coat and hung it on the rack near the door. She walked with me to her living room and offered some hot tea after traveling through the cold. I smiled and nodded my head, saying ‘yes’. My black bag sat beside me on the couch.
Jessica is twenty-one and single. Though she’s had a few relationships, her shyness and quiet attitude kept her ex’s from being with her. Her depression always got in the way of happiness. Our mother always told us that no one brings you happiness. You have to get yourself happy by finding what you love to do. Unfortunately, Jessica developed a cardiac disease that enabled her to work the jobs she liked. So, my little sister became a writer.
Jessica came back with a silver tray of china wear and tea. She sat the tray on the table and poured hot, steaming tea into two cups. A smile of warmth was on my lips, as I tasted the sweetness of the tea.
“Mom called yesterday. She asked how you were and I told her I hadn’t seen you in a while.” Jessica said to me as she placed her cup back on a small plate in her hand.
I didn’t reply, only smiled and nodded. It was quiet between us for a long while. We enjoyed our tea in silence. I loved the pause. Nothing was coming to mind. Everything was peaceful for once in my life. Just my little sister and I.
My short happiness didn’t last long. Jessica wasn’t smiling; her green eyes were empty, dark and cold. I knew something was wrong.
“I…” her small voice spoke softly. My smile faded. “I can’t find true happiness Chris. Writing is doing nothing for me… I want to do what I love. I want to be in love.” Jessica told me. Her green eyes began to sparkle with tears. A small smile came over my pale face. Sadness… such a pretty sight.
I walked over to her and rubbed her shoulder. Nothing… I felt nothing. I kissed the top of her head. Nothing.
“Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I said.
We walked into her bathroom. I turned on the water and grabbed a washcloth. After getting the cloth wet, I started to dap Jessica’s face, clearing away her tears. My little sister smiled and brightened up a little.
“Thank you sister. What would I ever do without you?” Jessica said as I stood at her front door an hour later. I only smiled and nodded. My coat was around me and my bag was in my hand. “I’ll come and visit you tomorrow. Take care and get home safely.” Jessica bid me farewell and I left.
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Jessica seemed a little more cheerful as we walked about my tiny kitchen, trying to get a small meal together. She talked about everything from boys to her stories. When we sat at the table together, we ate our food and chatted some more.
“Would you like to see my lab?” I asked her, taking the conversation off topic. She blinked and nodded. I led her through a lamp lighted hall to a door marked “Do not enter.” I opened the door and flicked a switch. The lights came on and the room light up.
Tables and many book selves came out of the darkness. As we walked through the room, Jessica looked and gazed at the many glass containers full of my ‘experiments.’ One looked most recent and was labeled: Willow X-spider. In the jar was a gel like liquid with a black spider inside. It was dead with its organs and guts floating around it. Jessica only gazed in horror at it. I looked at her scared expression and smiled in pleasure.
We continued walking through the lab, passing by many tools and glass jars, test tubes, beakers, and other scientific material. I turned on another light, leading into another part of the room. This area was empty. The only thing in it was a table and an overhead light. A metal mask was on the top. Leather belts and straps where screwed to the sides of the table.
“This… is my man trap. I haven’t used my man trap yet because I’ve never gotten any.” I paused for a minute and smiled. “Specimen.” Jessica stood there behind me in silence. Her skin went paler. I smiled even more. I could feel her fear coming from her.
Quicker than she could blink, I spun around and bashed her upside the head. She fell to the ground in an instant.
~*~
Jessica slowly came back and groaned. She could her me whistling a song she would always remember. She was cold. She couldn’t move her arms or legs. Jessica finally was fully awake. She was shirtless, in nothing but her bra and pants. Her arms and legs were strapped down. A metal, cold mask cover her face. She was on that table. The man trap.
I walked back into the man trap room stopped my creepy song. She could see out of the corner of her eye where I stood next to her, wearing a black lab coat. I smiled and looked over her. She was whimpering. Oh how I loved that sound.
“Jessica. I love to experiment on things. Living things. You… sister, are my next experiment.” I told her in a calm voice. I pulled over my table with all my cutting tools and a roll of metal wire. With the light shinning on her right arm, I brought down the cold knife and cut open the skin. Jessica closed her eyes and held back from screaming as red blood poured out. I pulled back the skin and went to the muscle. I could feel her screaming in her heart.
Jessica’s heart began to beat faster and tightened up. She was having chest pains again and her breathing became harder. I examined her arm closely, looking at the muscle, skin tissue and the bone. Blood spilled all over the table but did not drop to the floor.
After looking at her forearm, I wiped my knife with a cloth and placed it back on the table. Then, I picked up a large sewing needle and the metal wire. With that, I wrapped a tight band on her arm to stop any more bleeding and started to sew her arm back together. By now, Jessica was on the verg of crying.
I picked up a red marker and looked at her cleavage. “I am going to look at your heart now sister. You can scream now but I advise you not to. For it will be very painful.” I warned. Jessica’s eyes widened in horror. Before I even marked her, she gave a loud, ear-breaking scream. She fainted.
~*~
By the time Jessica had came to it again, I was busy sewing her skin back after replacing her heart.
“You were a great experiment sister. But I am not done with you.” I smiled. Jessica couldn’t scream any more. She had lost a lot of blood and was too weak to do anything. The mask had been removed and now she could see me. The blood was cleaned up and her body was sore.
“I should’ve done to you like I did that spider. But… sadly I don’t have a big enough of a container to hold you in.” I told her. My back was faced to her as I cleaned my knives. She breathed heavily; small whimpers came from her mouth. “Now sweet sister. Calm down. I gave you a new heart. A heart that will serve you better than the one you had before.” I grinned. “But… I am not done with you as I have already said. I will save you for another day. Police are on their way and I must be off.” I placed my tools inside that black bag safely. Before I walked out, I turned to look at her. I smiled at my work. “Such a pretty sight.” I sighed.
Jessica fell asleep again just as the police ran in. I was gone. An ambulance was there and the paramedics took her to the emergency room.
A few months later…
I sat in a café shop in New York City reading a short story by Jessica Craft. I smiled as I read a paragraph describing a character killing another person. A man turned around from his table and tapped my shoulder.
“Excuse me Miss but can I use your fork?” He asked. I turned my head and smiled. He was very handsome.
“Why sure…’ I spoke softly and handed him the unused fork on my table. He smiled and said thank you. I turned back around and smiled. ‘My next prey. Then… my little sister.’ I thought.
Tell me what you think.
Thanks.
See folks… you should never let the dark, evil part of your mind take over for three hours.