I glance at the once pastel grey wall covered in an offset, living crimson, the congealed blood crawls downwards in clods and slumps against the mahogany floor. She was free, I freed her. It had all happened so swiftly, so much panic, so much screaming. Then content release and pleasantry, blood that hibernated under the itching skin was finally free. I gave her life. If she only knew that I was saving her from this eternal damnation. She would be a flower, a lilac, that suited her. She only gained a rusted hammer to the head, the bones crunching before dripping to the floor, the marrow simpering at the edges as her eyes drooped inwards, a final gasp choking the frigid air. Yet she was not worthy of the true gift, I must save that for the others.
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It was a humid day, the light crackled at the sky as pedestrians strolled along the footpath, tending to their daily chores. Itching, itching at their skin, their tantalising skin. I was perched precariously on a bench, watching them, studying them to see which one was pure. That's when I saw her again, she had amber eyes that moved oh so quickly, always jumping about in their sockets, sometimes it was just a little flicker, sometimes her pupils were practically pounding, shivering, aching. She covered most of her facial features in customisable liquids and powders, usually nicknamed makeup. I detest the foul cosmetics, they torture the flesh and ignite scratching that made me twitch. Her hair was arranged in a tight bun, pulling at her skin. There was something unique about her embodiment, something that clasped my stare, she had to be the next. Her eyes have seen terrors, she has suffered, she is truly worthy of the gift. Yet why is she wearing that awful cosmetic? To hide; I have found her. Oh her lovely flesh, so thin, so petite, her blood will taste of cherries and rust. It will splash along my teeth like lime and pink eyes; piercing. I slapped away the racing and clustering thoughts. She was strolling towards a DVD store, I followed suit.

'Hi, hey, do you know where the adventure movies are?' She asked me, rubbing her fingers together quickly 'Yeah, just over there. Near the sci-fi section' I responded with a stretchy smile 'Here, I'll show you' I added before she could depart. I walked past the horror section and pointed towards an arrangement of DVDs 'What kind of movie are you looking for anyways?' I inquired, maybe I could involve the movie somehow? A subtle jocularity 'Oh, umm, I don't know. I just came to browse, what about you? Have any suggestions?' She asked, her feet tapping at the maroon carpeted floor 'Ever watched Rambo?' I chuckled, still having the friendly grin plastered to my face. 'No, I don't think so. What's it like?' She asked, a hair falling out of place and swatted at her cheek, before being sharply tossed behind an ear. 'Well, I don't wanna give any spoilers' I choked out a laugh 'Maybe I could talk to you about it over lunch?' I added smoothly, looking up at her. Her lips stretched out into a smirk 'Yeah, okay. We could go to the coffee place down the road' she spoke, swaying slightly and having her feet titter. 'Cool, I'll see you there at ten?' I asked with an undertone of sternness. 'Yeah, I-I'd like that' she replied with a stutter. I glanced at my watch and cursed under my breath 'Hey, I'd love to keep chatting but I've gotta make a call at home. But I'll see you for coffee!' I said breathily, my eyes misting over her while sprinting out the door 'Okay, bye?' She posed with slight question. It had worked, it had all been so simple. Her pink skin stretches so picturesquely, so many ideas for her release raced through my mind. I could pick and pluck away at her dry lips and have her feast on them, or I could grind her bones inside their sockets until the tendons snap in one generous motion. Or, I could use one of the many devices, only partially, so she may still breathe. Yet, those lovely eyes, I do not want them to fog or cloud, they...Are different. A ringing sound burst into my cranium, drilling into my ears. I'm doing the right thing, I know I am. I-I have to be!
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I trod silently towards my humble residence, the lively garden flourishes serenely, puffing out their pollen and distinct scents. Thick rosebushes lined the path up to the gritty door, Ruby, emerald, citrine and opal, such majesty. I'll join them one day, everyone loves flowers. The grey, wonky, little hovel is decorated in girthed vibrant vines and seedy bramble bushes, it appears more like a cave than an abode. Inside it's quite the opposite, sleek steel counters lined the humongous room, painted patterns and clay crockery, sensual seats and lavish lunches, gritty grinders and silver sinks. The breathingroom has a Stygian marble and steel aesthetic, quite the contrary for my space. I stroll down the hallway, my feet clicking at the marble floor. I shove my roughly crafted door, giving it a steady push, I stumble off guard and burst into the room. My jaw scrapes slightly against a jagged patch of redwood, instinctively I thrust out my palm just in time to halt my plummeting. I rise hastily, my feet cramping from adrenaline. A deep sigh escapes my lips and warms the damp air, I trod past my therapeutic thickets and clinging copses. I stare at my bed which I manufactured out of moss and algae, hidden in a grove of stones and and ferns. I beamed at my bed, it slowly moisturised my skin whilst I slept, temporarily ridding me of the itch. I walked to the end of the room and eyed the turquoise vines, they were of a different hue, so I scratched past them to reveal a chiseled and smooth door. A steel doorknob forged onto it made it impenetrable to intruders. From my pocket I drew a silver key, it smoothly slid into the keyhole, I vigorously rotated it to the right. A sharp click echoed as the door sluggishly creaked open and banged against the opposing wall.

The lights automatically flickered on and the room was consumed in light. I slammed the door close and start walking down the cement steps of the engulfing chamber. My feet clicked and clacked against the gravelly surfaces until I reached the bottom. I opened a final door, practically giddy with excitement, it hastily swung open. There lay my three little dolls, Noire, Rue and Clarice. 'Hello, mistress' they mumbled in unison, even with their eyes ruggedly removed they could sense my presence. I walk towards Rue, her blonde curly locks scatter over her naked flesh. Her eye sockets were red and puffy, rotting veins strewed and stuck to her face, the blood curdling and fermenting, lumped and ballooning puss swelled closer the bone, gnarled skin slouched towards the dropping lashes. She attempts to smile, alas she lacked most of the meat around her teeth, the scabby scarlet chewed at her features and darkened nearer the jaw, chuckling at her naivety as I ruffle her hair. I make my way towards Clarice, her cinnamon hair clung to her torso 'Mistress?' She asked hoarsely 'When will I die?' She added, watered blood streaking down her cheek from what remained of her mangled tear ducts. I lean in closely, my breath on her slashed and scarred neck 'You will not die, my sweet. You will gain the greatest breath. You are suffering now, but, once it is your turn you will gain so much.' I whispered mistily. Her cheeks curled upward in relief 'When will it be my turn?' She questioned pitifully. 'Soon, soon it will be all of your turns' I answered pleasantly. I shifted towards Noire, my eyes darkening 'You will be the last, for you have suffered the least' One of her eyes remained, a dark russet, she blinked out a forlorn tear. 'Goodbye ladies, eat your food. Next time I return I will be accompanied by a friend!' I stated with a snarky turn of the heel, throwing down a packet of drenched rice and water from my purse. Before I knew it, my shoes were rhythmically clattering up the dusty staircase, I slammed the door but not before hearing a shriek of sorrow from one of the dolls. They think I am cruel for what I am doing, yet they couldn't be more ignorant, I am saving them. Cruelty would be allowing them to continue they're breathing on this foul plane of reality. I love them, that is why they must live.
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'So what do you do for a living?' She inquired innocently 'Oh, I work from home, I'm a web designer, what about you, Angelique?' I countered affably. 'I'm an accountant' she answered with a chuckle paired with an awkward nod. 'Hey, I'm thinkin' about getting another coffee, you want one?' I questioned while standing. 'I'd love one' she responded drowsily 'Cool, what kind?' I conjoined 'Um, strong with sugar and no milk. Thanks, Fabia' She stated rapidly, scrunching and scratching her nails together. 'Sure thing' I stated dejected, I twisted on my heel, my eyes downcast and harrowing. 'Two coffees please, one regular and one extra strong with no milk, thanks' I told the barista at the grubby counter. 'Yeah, that'll be nine dollars eighty' he spoke emotionlessly, his turquoise eyes glazed. I drew a scrunched ten dollar bill 'M'kay, here's ya coffees' he sighed apathetically, slapping down the beverages almost instantly. 'Thanks' I stated, impressed with the speedy service. 'Here, enjoy' I hollered towards Angelique, what a lovely name, yet peace did not suit her personality. She practically inhaled it, glugging and gulping down the sugary beverage, she sighed contently after it had completely disappeared, I sipped at the rim of mine, mostly watching her nimble movements, her heated breath tapping the air. She seemed petite, in a jittery way, humble and humorous. Perhaps I could let her stay with me? The world spun, as my eyes cracked against my skull, my mind drilled with thoughts. No, she must escape with me...

'So...Hey, umm, should we head to your place? It's starting to get dark, and I don't wanna walk home along...' She asked gingerly, her ebony hair falling out of place. She tapped on the table as her knees jumbled, she was constantly anxious, yet not quite as much now. The sun painted the lower sky in a dusty copper, leisurely slipping down the horizon. The day had ended so briskly, we had spent the afternoon mostly talking and laughing. Occasionally going to the shopping centre, it had been so peculiar. 'Y-Yeah, my place is just around the corner. I'll show you' I stammered, why was I nervous? No, this had to be done. 'Sure, just let get my bag' She proceeded to swiftly snatch up her lovat purse. We began to stroll down the pastel pavement, the wind flicking my auburn hair and pinching my skin with its now harsh temperature.

'So this is it' I declared, facing the practically nature defined structure, she eyed it in uncertainty, her eyes flashed something that I couldn't retain 'This is your house?' She asked aghast 'Yeah, trust me, its modern on the inside' I replied, a twitch of angst overcoming me. 'Come on, I'll show you' I added, tugging at her palms and walking nearer the entrance, as I drew a out a flashy keychain. Her hands were sweaty and shivering in anxiety, her eyes were randomly dilating in apprehension. 'Okay' she agreed, perspiring regardless of the weather, a gulp swaddling down her oesophagus. I smiled gratefully, rattling through the many keys before choosing a thick golden one. The door immediately clacked loudly and swung on its hinge, biting the wall, I flicked the switch, instantly the darkness dissolved away her paranoia. Relief washed her and her anxiety decreased dramatically. The look in her eye faded for a moment, yet, it was not relief, almost disappointment 'See, told you' I verbalised with a suppressed chortle 'Ha, sorry, it just...Looked so floral. It's so modern inside' She stuttered in incredulity. 'Thanks, so...Do you want something to eat?' I asked dismissively 'O-Okay, like what?' She stammered in response, clicking at her nails. 'What about steak?' I asked calmly, my eyes fixated on her soft blush 'Yeah, t-that'd be nice' she vocalised cautiously, brushing a hair back. 'Nice, I'll get onto that. You go sit down, I'll take care of everything' I orated comfortingly with a softened tone. She shot me a genuine smile prior to nestling into my vermillion sofa. Something rattled inside me, she's so vulnerable, and she knows this. Does she not care anymore? An abyss of sadness crumbled in the pit of my heart. If that is her wish, she must already know, and it is my duty to fulfil it. I darkened as I shuffled to the kitchen, a plan brewing behind my eyes.
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The butter sizzled and melted, its once lemon hue turning to honey. The steak browned near the edges, but remaining peach in the centre for texture, I splashed in spices and sauces, flavouring the dish. I twisted the knob, dismissing the flames 'Steak's ready, wanna drink?' I squawked from the stove, flipping the meat onto the two decorated plates carefully and with expert precision. Soon clopping into the breathingroom 'Here you go' I hollered in a singsong manner 'Wow, this looks incredible!' She stated awestruck. 'Don't worry about it, I'm gonna go get the drinks' I announced lightheartedly. I skipped into the kitchen, ploughing the fridge before retracting my hand to unveil a bottle of "Cabernet Sauvignon" wine. I cluttered the cupboard, snatching two delicate wine glasses. I popped the cork over the sink, the aroma sweetening the breeze, the liquid splashing and tinging the glasses. Slyly and hurriedly, I drew a miniature pill from my pocket, silently dropping it into one of the glasses. I titter into the room nonchalantly, clenching the glasses. The sun had dissolved below the earth and only left a fuchsia smear along the settling dew. 'Here, it's a Cabernet Sauvignon, sorry I didn't have any Merlot or Syrah' I sung apologetically after placing the glasses, careful to choose the untampered one. 'Oh, that's okay. I don't know much about wine to be honest, it smells nice' She exclaimed with an antsy twitch 'A toast, to a wonderful night!' I hollered jocularly, shredding the tension and pinging the two glasses. We simultaneously drank fruitfully, her sipping more chary before loosening and glugging thirstily.
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Her eyelids clamped shut, she drooled pools and hung over the lounge. The roofie took effect quickly, her eyes drooping and movements swaying. I plucked up her limp body, she felt like lead, I gave up the idea after a few moments, choosing to drag her by the arms. She squeaked down the tiles and marble, I bulldozed through my bedroom door before manoeuvring her torso onto my upper back and heaving her towards the familiar turquoise vines. Slapping her upright on the wall, I scraped away the vines, making the hardwood door visible, briskly thrusting out my silver key I cranking the door open in mere moments. I struggled and grunted lifting her onto my shoulders, bumping down the stairs was tedious and exhausting, yet it will be oh so worth it.

After the laborious shuffling down the staircase, I was faced with the doorway to my dolls. I crack through it 'Hello mistress' they muttered uneasily, not accustomed to excess weight and new sounds. 'Hello ladies, this is the new friend I told you about, now make way' I growled through heaves, they scattered nearer their chains, making me a path. I tossed her flaccid physique into a corner, drawing out yet again my keychain and picking a shiny cyan key and crunching it into the metal door. It blends in excellently with the rest of the chamber, so the dolls seemed terrified of the noise. I pummelled against it, a trickle of sweat breaking my skin, once it finally unclamped a sighed of exasperation escaped my windpipe. I snapped up Angelique, straining against her weight and squeezing through the doorway, Noire peered through the door and pulled against the shackles to no avail. The lights hissed before brightening the colossal room. I once again thrusted her into one of the corners, sitting her upright, inside the room was a metal board with ties and cuffs on each end. A mauve desk held chemicals, liquids and powders, along with questionable instruments. There was a specific liquid I saved for the dolls, yet the rest was purely for Angelique, I had dedicated this to her. I had been watching her for much longer than I realised, I would follow her from afar and see what she did. She never noticed me, but I don't blame her, she will now. I scratched at my skull before seizing her limbs and placing them on the board, first I tied her ankles and wrists, the harsh material making her skin rash. I knotted a looser rope around her neck, allowing her to consume oxygen, yet making her unable to thrash her head around.
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The dolls lay against the wall of the newly introduced room, I lead them into a smaller clear container, they glaze dully, unaware of their surroundings yet too worn to care. I installed a shower head at the top of a shower cubicle, it was coated in a non-dissolvable material along with the glass. This slow torture would be the apology for their suffering, yet it wouldn't hold a candle to Angelique's. An immense tank sat idle around the perimeter of the shower, I had spent months filling it with fluoroantimonic acid, fluoroantimonic acid powerfully dissolves flesh and bone, causing intense suffering. I glanced at the dolls, their scraped skin infected and peeling from lack of nutrition, they would have died naturally within a week, yet now they will receive the gift of torment. A lever sat next to the tank, awaiting its destiny, with a hefty crank to the left, the shower head spurted out the toxic liquid, splashing the dolls. Rue was the first to yelp, next Clarice and finally Noire. Rue scratched at glass, crying out in pain, her skin fissuring and opening, only to be crunched with the pernicious moisture. Noire banged her head against the floor, trying to pass out, I always knew she was weak and unworthy of the gift. Clarice chocked up blood, emptying her stomach and curling up in sobs, the detrimental fluid slashing her scars and setting her veins aflame. Their shrieks echoed, the acid flow had increased, Noir lay unconscious as Rue slumped in lack strength and lay writhing on the floor, her skull being eaten by the lethal liquid, Clarice slithered onto the bottom and vomited up a lung while gasping for breath. Before much time had past, their bones were being drilled into the floor and were turned to sludge on the drain. They would make such lovely flowers.

Luckily, their rioting and commotion had awakened Angelique. 'W-What the h-hell?' She slurred, the light piercing her corneas, the shackles rattled against her as she attempted to lift her arm. 'Wait, what's happening?!' She panicked, tugging at the ropes, squirming intensely, dew forming around her eyes. 'What's going on?! Where am I?! Fabia, what happened?!' She thrashed and bawled, cursing into the air. 'Please, calm down. I'm here to give you the ultimate gift, which I feel you are deserving of. Something has happened in your past that has made you suffer greatly, I can tell. Do not fret, for I will rid you of this foul reality, as I did with the dolls' I spoke mawkishly with a sickly grin, sweeping my arm towards the putrid slush that resided in the chemical shower. Her face drained of blood, and pupils dilated when she focused past me, she lay paralysed in horror. 'Don't fear, that won't happen to you. I've saved the best for you, all the things you see are dedicated to someone like you. Don't worry, it'll set you free, just relax' I rambled in a treacly tone, a vile smirk chewing at my lips. She stared at me, cold-faced and sweating in terror, yet the glimmer had returned to her eyes 'What are you going to do to me?' She muttered, her voice cracking through tears and spittle. 'I'll show you, my sweet' I stated in a syrupy tongue, my smile spreading.

I intwined my fingers onto a blunt knife, strolling towards her, check in tongue. I brought it to her right arm, resting it there with slack pressure 'Lets start off simple, shall we?' I tipped the blade forward, digging the tip into her wrist, slicing it roughly, she winced and let out a moan of discomfort. Before she could fully react I sharply drew back the metal, ripping the skin up to her elbow, stopping briefly before tearing it up to the shoulder. Her eyes shot open and she yowled in torment, water cascading down her cheek 'Oh, we've only just begun' My mumbles sugar-like. I walked over to the desk, retrieving a mustard hued bottle of vinegar and salt. Terror bubbled inside her as tried to retract her arm, her eyes glittering as I twiddled and unscrewed the lid, the bitter scent lingering. Without warning or hesitation, I splashed the savoury solution into the wound, a cry of agony escaped her throat, continuing for what felt like eternity. An exasperated huff breezed me 'You're a bit too noisy for your own good. I'm going to have to fix that' I uttered kindly before unmasking a gleaming switchblade from my pocket, it glittered menacingly as I stepped closer. Placing my hands over her jaw, I pushed her back further as I made precise incisions, after a final snip I pulled out a dripping pile of meat; her vocal cords were removed. I could see her gullet quiver in an attempt of sound, yet to no avail 'Now that that's out of the way, we can move on' I dropped the switchblade and retrieved my original knife. I bent down, opening my desk draw, I snapped up a bundle of wires and plopped it on the table, I assembled it accordingly. Panic flashed her eyes as she realised it was a Bunsen Burner, she shook her head violently, letting out the occasional pitying squeal. I lit it and allowed the blade to hover and fully engulf the flames, after a few moments of watching, it was heated like a scorching ember. I switched off the machine and prowled towards Angelique, I lifted her shirt and pressed the searing metal against her snowy skin. It instantly blistered and burned, the flesh bubbling and bleeding, her face was filled with agony, I slit the knife along her abdomen. The skin burned and exploded open, tears were flowing over her face caused by the indescribable torture, her eyes alight.

'This will be the last, do not worry' I whispered serenely. It had been approximately an hour of torment, her nails lay mangled and broken after their removal, chemical burns and injections puffed and stained her skin, her bone marrow squirted from the edge of her kneecap caused by the repeated crunching and crushing with a sledgehammer. Her eyes constantly blinked and twitched and writhed in their sockets because of the in put of lemon juice. She was dipping out of reality, on the brink of true life, I just needed to do one more thing, so she may be complete. From my desk I drew a massive container wrapped in ice, inside it was Gallium, a rock that had the melting point of twenty-nine point seventy-seven. I unhatched it, bringing it out with gloved hands, I slowly placed the freezing stone onto Angelique. The exceptional difference in temperature burned and freezes with fury. A high-pitched, broken screeched escaped her, the melting, iced mineral slid down her throat, choking her. She floundered under the liquified stone, her olid stench masked by the overlapping movement of the stone. Finally, after a minute of thrashing, her eyes glimmered one last time, before rolling back and clouding, she went limp. She was free. She was gone.

I stood there for a moment, a harsh emptiness consumed me, my actions struck me like lightning. I felt my knees go weak and shatter to the floor, my hands came up to my eyes as I wept, my liquid soul spilling into the wind. Why do I feel this way?! We had only met recently! Is this love? To care about someone's depart? A chilling realisation slithered down my spine; I would never talk to her again, I would never laugh with her, smile with her, love her. I swallowed hard, I felt nauseous, automatically I bolted through the door and up the stairs. I slammed open the multiple doors before reaching the kitchen. I snapped open the cupboard, flying off its hinge. I scurried inside, my hands digging through the equipment before landing on something cold and sleek. My gun. I purchased it incase of intruders, I returned my shaky hand for it was loaded. I lifted it to my head carefully, I'd be able to see her again. Why am I so obsessed with someone I barely know?! No, that's not obsession, that is love. My eyes glimmered. With that final thought, I pulled the trigger, a sharp click sounded before a gunshot.
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A light dewy breeze wafted through the meadow, intertwining with the thick pollen. Clumps of lilac sung in the puffs of wind. Blonde, cinnamon and russet flowers hugged vines that latched onto oaks. Among the ground sat two roses, looped together since first sprouted. One as white as an angel and always catching the wind, and one as red as blood with peculiar petals. In the breath of breeze you can almost hear them whisper to each other, it's like they're laughing, smiling, in love. It's like they knew...

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I know this is quite old, but I needed to upload something.
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