Act 2 | Chapter 15

"F- Fucking bitch!" Hannah screamed. Her voice cracked and echoed through the empty meatpacking plant. She squirmed and shook violently from the hook, her leg most likely throbbing from the sudden pain of having its heel slit open.

"Oh, I'm the bitch?" I quickly slid the knife across the top of her foot, cutting it open and allowing more blood to flow out of it. Hannah let out another blood-curdling scream. "Let's talk about who's the real bitch here!" Suddenly, Hannah kicked me with her other leg. The knife fell from my hand and slid across the ground. "God damn it." I rubbed my wrist and turned to get it, before hearing a thud behind me. Hannah had been able to get herself off the hook, using enough momentum from a swing. "Oh, no you don't," I yelled, reaching out to grab her, only to meet both of her tied up fists to the face. I stumbled back and rubbed my sore cheek before looking up. Hannah was sprinting as fast as she can.  "No need to worry." I thought, "She won't get far."

Glancing down, I was able to see a trail from her bloody footprint. It must hurt like hell to walk on this freezing floor with just your bare feet. Especially with one that's bleeding. I quickly followed after it. Every now and then, I would hear her stumble, and grunt. I couldn't help but smile and gave chase, running faster and faster after her. This was fun, chasing after a victim. I soon managed to catch her around a corner. She had slipped and fallen, landing face-first on the ice-cold floor. She squirmed and tried to get up. To my surprise, she made it to the exit, though she was just barely touching the door.

"Get the fuck away from me!" She yelled, kicking at me. She managed to get a good hit at my stomach and forcing me back.

"I don't even know why you tried running." I lunged forward and climbed on top of her. I dug my nails into her skin and tried fighting her to keep her down. Hannah kicked at me and tried squirming, at one point even attempting to bite at me. She was unsuccessful though, and after hitting her hard in the stomach, I managed to grab her hair and bang her head against the door, knocking her out. Slowly, I got to my feet and groaned. My stomach felt sore, and my knuckles did too. "Fuck."

I lifted Hannah up by her legs and started dragging her back to the hook. This time, however, I put a layer of duct tape around both her ankles and then wrapped more duct tape around her wrists and the hook, completely preventing her from jumping off again. Once she was hoisted back up, I delivered another punch to the gut. She let out a weak groan and opened her eyes.

"Can't pass out yet, Hannah. I hadn't even started yet?!"

"F- Fuck you!" She yelled.

"No, fuck you. You ruined my girlfriend's car, and that's going to cost her a lot of money!" I grabbed her right thigh and aggressively dug my knife into it. I cut a ring around it, leaving a circle of blood to drip out around her leg. Hannah screamed and cried out, begging for me to stop. "You have been nothing but a bitch to me!" I proceeded to do the same with her other thigh, invoking more screams from her. She had started to tear up, and even quieted down as she tried breathing. Blood poured out of her legs and started to fill the bucket up from under her. "How does it feel? To have blood run down your bare skin~" I let out a giggle.

"You... you sick fuck!" She yelled, screaming in pain and hissing.

"Am I?" I quickly cut the heel of her other foot. "I don't see myself as sick. I'm just getting rid of one of my problems." Hannah started to cry. Her body going limp. "Feeling lightheaded?" I asked, spinning the knife around in my hand.

She let out another cry of pain, screaming as loud as she could. I simply shook my head and grabbed the handle of the knife tighter.

"Now tell me," I smirked, "Where should I make the next cut~" Hannah shook her head and pleaded for me to stop, but I just couldn't. My heart was racing with excitement and anticipation. It felt good to hurt her, to see her bleed and to hear her scream. I simply shook my head again and slashed at her stomach. Hannah cried out in pain, and her legs tightened up. She started to piss herself, and I quickly moved the bucket out of the way. Hannah cried as her own urine fell to the floor and created its own puddle.

"You almost ruined my new paint," I said once she finished. "You know what, I don't give a shit about you Hannah, so I'm really going to enjoy this." I frowned, gripped the knife and positioned the blade up between her legs. Hannah squirmed and pleaded again, but at that point, I had drowned her out. I didn't care for anything she said, and quickly, I drew a long, slow cut across her vagina. She let out the loudest scream yet and tried kicking at me. It started to bleed, and drip between her legs, back into the bucket. For the next several minutes, I carefully made dozens and dozens of cuts along Hannahs body, carving my own images into it, and forcing blood to flow from her beating heart, and out of her body. She had gone limp, her eyes struggling to even stay awake. Her nude figure was stained red with her own flowing juices. The bucket I was using was almost half full.

"Don't worry Hannah," I said, making a cut across her wrist, "Maria went through something similar." Hannah let out another weak and scratchy cry of pain. She was crying, her face red, and her body sweating, mixing with the blood. She was ready to die, she wanted to. I could see it in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Hannah? You look sad." I said with a grin before climbing up on a spare stool I found in front of her. "Now. Let's put a smile on that face!" I said in a menacing tone, quoting one of my favorite movies and sticking the blade of my knife into her mouth, slashing it across the edges of her lips. Her cheeks were ripped open and blood poured from it. To be honest, I was surprised at how much blood she still had left. Finally, to finish Hannah off, I grabbed the knife's handle, and dug the blade deep into her throat, dragging it across her neck, and splitting it open. The last of her flowing blood poured from it, and within seconds, Hannah was dead.