Chapter 6

“Please...Please...I begged you to please let me go. I can’t take it anymore.” A voice pleaded, crying, unable to withstand the tortures anymore. The voice belongs to a crying, shaking man who was tied to a chair. He could barely keep his eyes open due to his eyes being puffy from crying and his head throbbing from the pain that he has been experiencing. He couldn’t remember how long it has been since he has been at this place. All he wants is to go home and escape from this hell. Who is this person? Why is this person doing this? What did he do to deserve this? All these questions were running through his head yet this person that had been putting him through this hell has not answered any of them.

“Why, he stammered out, “Why are you doing this? What is the point of this?” He grunted out, coughing up the blood that pooled his mouth. The taste of iron was overwhelming for him due to the amount of blood his mouth is holding that it made him spit out whatever might be still there. At this point he doesn’t care if he dies; he wants the torture to stop.

He slowly tries to raise his head to see the person sitting in front of him. Instead of a human’s face; his eyes met a pig mask that was coated with blood. He knew he wasn't the first person to see the mask as it had dried blood splatters on it. It seems death has a new avatar. He still can't decide if the thing sitting in front of him was human or a mutated creature. He wouldn't put past both. The thing in front of him didn't reply to his question, rather shrugged its shoulders to show whatever that may run in his mind is of no importance to it.

The lack of response caused the man sitting in the chair to finally let out a wail that sounded just like how a new life is when it comes to earth. Funny how in life and death; the sounds we make are alike. However, the wail he let out wasn't for the impending death he is going to face soon; but rather for the lack of regard for him this thing had. He began to cry; his tears dropping down the side of his face mixed with the blood trailing from his head. He cried, shocked that his life had this little meaning to this person, that his last night was going to be this. He never expected that death came in the most painful possible way. Just like how sinners pray for redemption in their last moments to fight death, he too started praying. He was never a religious man hence he wasn't going to ask forgiveness. He did what he did and accepted that this is his krama. However at that moment; he was praying for salvation; if death is inevitable, at least may he receive salvation for his soul

The thing in front of him tilted its head. Perhaps it was confused over the salty tears that were running like streams on his face. Of course, if something didn't regard him as a human there is no way this thing will understand feelings either. Instead, it just twisted its knife deeper into his thigh. His head tilted upwards as the pain shot through his head. He gritted his teeth in pain as he had no energy to scream anymore; for it seems it did not affect the abuser.

The man on the chair opened his eyes; it was completely devoid of any emotions. He has given up being saved and has accepted his fate. The person in the pig mask grabbed his chin to meet his eyes. It nodded its head and went to take a hammer.

It swung above his head and before he knew it; the hammer and his head made one final contact and his skull was cracked open and even more, blood spewed out. The bruising on the injured side began to look even more red and disgusting but the last blow finally killed the man. This was what she wanted. She wanted him to give up, to give in and finally surrender. After all, to seek salvation; one must accept everything and come to peace with it.

She removed her mask and sets it on her chair before untieing the dead man. His body falls to the ground and is laid in a lifeless motion. She turned him around, grabbed his ankle and began to drag his body like a doll across the floor to a table. She drops the ankle and opens a cupboard behind the table. She grabbed a big plastic sheet and throws it over the table; covering it. She grabbed the lever at the side and crank it so that the table started to titled downwards. She grabbed his ankle again and dragged it up the table while slowly rising the table back to its normal position. Once it up midway she grabbed his shoulder and push the rest of the body up the table and crank the lever again to make the table is back to its original position. She then ties her hair into a low bun to ensure no hair follicle falls on the body.

She grabs a small toolbox and placed it on a small stool that was beside the table. She grabs a Tranexamic acid and an injection stick and feels it with the chemical. She wipes his arm before injecting the needle. This will help to stop the clogging in a short while but until then she did not have time to wait around. Once that was done, she opened the toolbox and grabs a scalpel. She tilted her left hand sideways to press down the chest while her right hand made a cut right in the middle of the chest. She drags the scalpel right down to the sternum and stopped. She placed it on the table and opened his chest flaps. Slowly; she takes his heart out and cut all the connecting veins. She held the heart in one hand before grabbed a small plate to put it on. She held the heart in her two hands and was studying it; admiring it. She placed it down and reaches for a pair of scissors. Now was her favourite part.

There a saying in Tamil; when was in the inside of a person's heart, will display on the face. However; in her case, her guests never seem to have that issue. Hence; she wanted to make sure that they always remember, the importance of inner beauty. She made a small cut on the face before using a scissor to cut the rest of the skin off carefully. Having a degree in fashion seems to pay off a little as to make a cut like this requires precision. Once it was off; she reaches for her needle kit and began to sew the face on the heart. All the while a smile adorned her face and she was humming. She was happy; that she managed to be a good host again; her guest must have had a happy time. She quickly grabs a plastic wrap to wrap his face as she did not want to do with the overflowing amount of blood. Once that was done; she placed the stitch up heart back into the chest cavity and stitched the chest flaps closed.

As usual, she began cleaning the body and getting ready to drop off her guest.