internal bleeding
The 400 square room was dark and the only light was above Aanya’s head. She was looking weak with only water and a little bit of food as sustenance for 5 days.
Chase took of her blindfold and stood at my side. The room was dark enough for her to see us as figures.
Hearing us enter she started laughing. The empty room echoed with her giggles.
“you brought a boy with you lady.” She whispered, “I love boys, tell me boy how old are you. How’s your family, what are you wearing.” Hearing her last question Chase made my blood boil. Chase squeezed my hand to tell me its ok. Motherfucker, as if I don’t know. I shoved his hand aside and pointed to his corner.
My turn bitch.
“I brought the boy to kill you Aanya. Tell me. What is your last wish.” I spoke circling her so she can’t tell where I am.
“you tease me lady. Dying is my greatest kink” She replied
“oh I know all about your kinks, I know you like them small and fragile cause they might remind you of yourself. Just a weak old hag going after children cause she can’t get any attention from people her age.” I replied
“I went for them cause they wanted me, I saw it in their eyes. The way they started drooling when I bent to get the cheese from the bottom of the fridge.” She hummed after
“no man wanted you Aanya. I saw pictures of you from your twenties. All my friends and I laughed at your ugly face.”
“you bit. Everyone wanted me, they needed me. They would die for me again and again. Ask the boys that stayed ask the boys that died in my arms pleading me to kiss them on last time.” She yelled and I was still circling
“you mean the boys you captured and killed?”
“I did not kill them, say this to my face. Show me who you are girl and you will find out what I'm-”
“I'm right next to you Aanya. Can’t you see me” I interrupted her monologue, still circling
“come closer, let me smell you, like roses in a field, you can be my special person. I'll call you rose too. I can switch from my men to you.”
“oh I wouldn’t want you to change yourself for me. I'm not that special Aanya.”
I removed a 3mm long and thin needle from my case and poked her through and through on her left arm. I laughed as she screamed in agony.
“we can be something. I can share the men.” She bargained
“oh Aanya, do you know why you are here?”
“yeah I do”
Another poke through her right shin, one more in her stomach. The holes were from her front through her organs and came out of her back. She was bleeding but not to death. This would just sting and hurt. And torture like a motherfucker.
“wrong answer Aanya. I hate wrong answers, people get punished when they do me wrong Aanya, you should know this.”
I brought out my whip and gave her 3 strikes on her back. I then got a little speaker and played the instrumental version of nursery rhymes continuously on loop.
Every f sharp note I would give her a poke or a whip or a cut from a knife, all on her limbs. After 30 minutes of torture there was a pool of blood forming around her feet and Aanya was on the verge of passing out. everything stopped the sounds the noises the smells. I gave her water, only showing my blood drenched gloved hands to her. She had not seen a face or had human touch since a week, that in itself drives a person mad.
“Round 2 bitch” I said
“please I beg you stop.” She pleaded but there would be no noise in return. She yelled and begged and finally asked.
“why are you doing this?”
“there once was a happy boy.” I started with a fake story while I carve up her face only going till the dermis, “he was an orphan but he was happy. Then this evil cunt.” I punched her bruised up face. “it’s you by the way, you're the evil cunt.” I leaned in and whispered in her ear, still not showing my face, she did not dare speak. “the evil witch took the boy to play games with him. And not the fun happy games. The torture, assaulting games that took the boy’s childhood away.” This part was true.
“now the boy grew up and found his real family who just want to thank the evil witch by giving her lifelong scars to remember the boy by.” I whispered again and she trembled.
“let’s play a game Aanya. You tell me the boy’s name and I will let you go. Think hard and fast.”
I picked up my finger cutter from my tool box and switching off the music.
“I hate wrong answers Aanya, and no answers will be worse.” I slouched next to her right hand.