Elsie
Bile curdled in my stomach at the stench when he opened the door and I saw him again for the first time in ten years. The repulsion in my mind made it hard to breathe, and I had to force the fury back - for a little while anyway.
His wide, terrified eyes found me and his face paled. “Fuck,” he hissed, trying to slam the door shut on me.
My foot in the jamb put a halt to that, and I booted it wider when he took off running towards the back of his house.
“You always were a fucking coward,” I spat as I leisurely stepped over the mess on his doorway.
My lip curled at the grime embedded into the threadbare carpet, the thin, sticky layer of filth compelling the previous bile to make another bid for freedom. I grimaced at my boots, hating that I was treating them so cruelly.
“These fucking boots were expensive, you dirty bastard.”
I glared at him as I walked into the kitchen and found him trying to shake the door I’d bolted from the outside off its hinges. “The door won’t save you. Only death can do that.”
He turned, the fear portrayed through his eyes an image that I would take to the grave with me – very soon.
“Not so tough now you’re not protected by your scumbag imps, are you? Or now you don’t have me chained to a fucking pole so I can’t fucking fight back!”
“Look, it was just business.”
Calmly strolling towards him, his fear deepened when I slowly drew the long needle sword from the inside of my boot and twirled it in my fingers.
“I’m a business woman, Kenneth. I understand.”
He gulped, his gaze never leaving the dance of my knife. Stupidly he pressed himself back into the door, giving himself nowhere to run.
“Only, whereas you specialise in being a cunt, I specialise in torture.” I shrugged. “But, of course, being the businessman that you are, you’ll understand why I have to make this business as detailed as possible. After all, no one likes a slacker.”
His knees buckled when I lifted the blade and pressed the tip to the dip in the front of his throat, the tiny pebble of blood that appeared making my veins shiver in delight.
“You know, Kenneth, I always thought that what you and your disgusting men did to me would be the thing that would give me nightmares for the rest of my life.”
He was trembling, literally shaking in his boots, as he still tried in vain to soak himself into the door behind him.
I inclined towards him, holding my breath as his odour hit my nostrils. “But how fucking wrong I was!” I spat, making him blink rapidly when my spittle hit his face. “Can that little brain of yours even contemplate what those animals did to me?”
“I…” he stuttered.
“CAN YOU?!” I screamed.
His terrified eyes filled with tears when I slowly plucked the syringe from my pocket, and I couldn’t hold back the grin.
“What a good memory you have, Kenneth. You remember how this works then, what it does to you.”
His head shook like a man possessed, the effect making my blade shred his flesh like cheese across a grater. “Please.”
My heart rejoiced at the way he begged, the extra kick of adrenaline in my veins making my whole body come alive with excitement.
“So,” I smiled widely as I stabbed the syringe into the side of his neck and pressed down the plunger. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we.”
***
If it weren't for the slight tremble in his chest, I’d have thought he was dead.
He was paralysed, but the horror in his unblinking eyes exposed exactly how much agony he was still experiencing. God knows I knew how much too.
“This is good stuff,” I remarked, holding up the syringe. “I’m so glad you recommended it. Of course, I had to get the dosage just right, wouldn’t want to numb your respiratory organs too, now would we?”
Of course, he didn’t answer me, and I chuckled to myself when I realised I had expected him to.
“Don’t worry, Kenneth; I regularly talk to myself. Helps me think.”
Picking up the electric drill, I pressed the spade type drill bit to his knee and pushed the trigger.
The bits of bone and blood spraying the air made me squint, and I stepped back.
“You’re a messy bugger.” I sighed, looking down at the plastic apron I’d had the initiative to wear. Wouldn’t want to mess up my lovely silk blouse, blood’s a fucker to get out – even on a boil wash.
I smiled when I spotted the wildlife growing through the crevice in the building’s crumbling walls, and sauntering over, I whistled to the tune of Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone, and plucked a large daisy.
Dropping it into the hole in Kenneth’s knee, I was rather happy with my makeshift vase.
“How pretty do you look.”
Positioning the drill to the sole of his foot, I shouted over the din. “Makes you smell better too.”
I chuckled to myself when, after boring another hole through his other foot, I couldn’t help but picture a couple of dice. “You don’t get anything for a pair, not in this game,” I recited the famous Bruce Forsyth line as I made another perfectly round cavity in his heel.
“Oh,” I mock gasped when I situated the drill right over his dirty genitals, and a strange gurgle sounded in his throat. “Is the stuff wearing off?”
His eyes flicked wildly from side to side, his instinct telling him to scream but the paralysis immobilising him deterring him from doing so.
Holding up a finger, I paused. “Hang on a minute.”
He looked a little relieved when I placed the drill on the floor and walked across the room.
Grabbing another couple of aprons from the box, I double protected myself and slipped them both on. “Not sure I want any of that,” I emphasised, pointing to his dick, “on any part of me. Better to be safe than sorry, eh?”
If his eyes could have screamed, I’m pretty sure they would have done. The drill slipped into his dick like a hot knife through butter. I had to stop myself from gagging when I remembered exactly where his tiny dick had been, and how painful he had made it for me.
“Now,” I sighed. “I’m at a dilemma here, Kenneth.”
He blinked, and his throat dipped in a voluntary swallow, the drug starting to wear off.
“Do I let you live, or do I finish you?”
I tilted my head, pretending to listen to him.
“Oh, you’re not sure? Hmm. I mean, with all these holes in you, life could be fun. But I know how much you love raping girls and that puts you at a disadvantage now I’ve obliterated your disgusting shrivelled-up cock, doesn’t it?”
Again, I gave a dramatic pause, waiting for his answer.
“So, how should we end this?”
I paced around the room, enjoying the click of my new boots on the concrete floor, the sound rhythmic and soothing. I’d had such fun, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to end yet.
However, time was rolling on, and I had my own death booked for six o’clock.
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” I stated sadly to Kenneth, turning my lips down in a sad theatrical pout.
Holding his jaw open, thankful for the surgical gloves I was wearing when I saw the stumps of brown teeth in his revolting mouth, I slid the blade inside.
“This is for what you did to me, and so many other girls, you filthy piece of fucking scum!”
And very slowly, but incredibly pleasurable, I rammed the blade through the roof of his mouth and straight through his tiny brain.