2. BRAXTON HAVEN

2. BRAXTON HAVEN

*TWO DAYS LATER*

Splattered organs. Blood pools. Heart wrenching cries. I pry my eyes open, the stench of iron thick in the air, clinging to me like a second skin. Sleep is my enemy - it drags me to a world where blood rains and screams echo forever.

The moment I close my eyes, only blood and gore greets me, suffocating me to the point I have to open them again.

See I only wanted to take a deep breath to think rationally, but I am left with even more anger than before. Usually I am never this pissed at such stupid situations, but today is different.

Girls are idiotic creatures who love to think they can escape from me, especially after the amount of money I have thrown over them. Let them have their own thoughts.

I simply enjoy watching the horror on their faces the moment they are caught, even more so when they are screaming, begging for their lives and the only thing it is doing is turning me on even more.

And you know what excites me even more? There comes a moment where they are almost dead, barely breathing. They stop moving, responding.

How impolite of those bitches to shut their eyes in front of someone who has been sleep deprived for years! Yet I let them be. For a minute or two or as long as my devil kicks in.

And then comes the most arousing part - those blood curdling screams that make them regret every second they had existed.

Those dainty creatures are my way of fun, similar to this one I had been searching for past two hours now - the longest till date.

Aurora Roosevelt - another slut I concurred after bursting her father's head in one shot. The cracking sound of his skull still reverberates in my head. The shot was so accurately aimed that it excited me like never before.

Her mother was an easy target after that useless man. Instead of running, she kept weeping there, trying to bring him back to life and what not. Fools.

For a moment, I was happy killing even this whore. I might have, if not for Dexter reminding me the money her father had not repaid. And what better way than to make them pay with their bodies?

This brazen little hussy had a decent body and was young and ripe. Enough reasons for me to not kill her and bring her back here, play with her and let others do whatever they deemed right.

Usually it took one or two days. Making them cry and scream every now and then, till all they could see was terror. Submission was their only option.

Some would fight back, try to run away. Shitheads. As if they could.

That's what I had thought when I had heard that Aurora was nowhere to be seen since the morning. She quivered like a cornered little lamb, her eyes darting to find an escape, knowing none existed. The fear rolling off her was intoxicating, a drug I couldn't resist.

It was fun, but not anymore. It had been two straight hours and she was nowhere to be found. It wasn't thrilling anymore. It was infuriating at this point and the only conclusion I could see was her death.

'Pray that you never get caught, bitch. Cause if you do, you are doomed.' and I walked into another room, just to find it empty, again.

Only two rooms remained unchecked now and instead of the usual adrenaline rush, it only pissed me more as I somehow knew that she was not going to be found here.

"CCTVs?" I asked once again.

"No Boss. She hasn't left this place." Dexter answered.

"Check those two." I say before taking a seat.

'Impossible. That shit can't leave this place and her brother is still here. Bitch can't even-' and before anyone could understand what had happened, I stormed away, adrenaline surging through my veins.

It was usually a ten minute walk back here, but given my excitement, I was already standing in front of the door by the fifth minute. Another achievement.

See, I was a simple man who found happiness in small things. I was always surprised at why people found me dangerous. Was counting the highest number of kills in one day, 17 unique performances in one day in my case, or the longest time prolonging a victim's death something out of ordinary? No, right.

From severing every single finger to force feeding them and keeping them alive, they were 48 hours of uninterrupted bliss. No sleep, no boredom, just raw, unfiltered agony, carved into their flesh and mind. It was art and I was the maestro.

Anyways, so instead of kicking the door open like usual days, I took my time, slowly pushing it open without making a single noise.

As usual, a king size bed, neatly done along with a clean white room, almost sparkling, welcomed me. I gently removed my shoes and tiptoed inside, almost like a butcher sharpening his cleaver.

This was thrilling now. Finally I had that pump, that crazy heart beat which gave me enough reasons to not kill myself.

I kneeled down slowly, savouring the moment, and there they were - a pair of wide, panic stricken eyes staring back at me. For a heartbeat we stayed frozen, the terror in her gaze more intoxicating than anything I have ever seen.

"Ha gotcha." I whispered, the words slithering out like venom.

Now it was my ground and my rules. But instead of backing off and running away from the other side of the bed, this slut did something extraordinary.

She tried to punch me, right in the eyes and damn, that was one powerful punch. This audacity!

Though it only ended midway where I caught her wrist and one pull - that's all it took to yank her out. I hadn't seen that coming from this little lamb.

"Feisty, aren't we?" I smiled.

One strong tug at her hair and all her defences started breaking down, tears already streaming, but her silence was killing me. I mean how could she not scream right now?

'Scream bitch!' I thought, her silence grated on me, digging into my skull like nails. Silence was a betrayal, an insult to my craft.

I jerked her hair harder, finally making her cry in pain, sharp and satisfying that echoed inside the room.

I flanked her on the bed and she did everything in her power to keep me away, a small ten second useless fight with her petite figure caged beneath mine, her pussy separated by my leg.

One hand, this was all it took to keep her unmoving, the other hand forcing all the oxygen out of her lungs, her eyes almost about to pop out from their sockets. What a pleasure!

'Die.' That was the only word my thoughts could process.

Her face was all white now, slowly even the beautiful hues of blue started appearing from lack of air. Her body now still, almost limp. And that was when I noticed...