Talia's Torment

Chapter 26: Blood, sweat, tears and darkness.

                She stared into his eyes as he held her face still.  He looked at her and she could see a mixture of emotions crossing in his dark eyes.  She had never realized how much they reminded her of a shark until now, cold and empty.  He smiled at her, “I can’t believe we have reached our final piece already.  I almost wish I had made you into more sessions than I usually do.  I should have decided to make your masterpiece for both sides of the body rather than the one sided pieces I have enjoyed in the past.”

                The way he said enjoyed made her stomach lurch.  She got the sense he was talking about more than the scared art work he had branded her body with.  He looked down at her mouth then and he visibly shuddered.  She felt her mind screaming at her, trying to tell her something, and then her breath froze in her lungs as he leaned forward and kissed her.  Terror gripped her heart as he looked at her like she was a lover rather than his victim.  She had gotten used to the cold and calculated way he had looked at her before he had started each session.  This new look scared her more though and she hadn’t thought that was possible.

                “Laurent, please don’t.”  She whispered out as tears began to flow freely down her face.  She had given up on being strong, something in her told her that before the night was over all of her worst fears would be realized and then it would all be over.  Even with that realization she was still trying to in some way get him on the art and off of this emotional connection he was giving off.

                His face hardened and he brusquely turned the table so that she was now looking down at the floor again, her face being hit by the lower half of her hospital gown as it came away from her body and fluttered down to touch the floor.  It provided her with an obstructed view so that when his wing tips went towards her feet she could no longer see where he was standing.  It made her let out a yelp when she felt him touch her leg.  He then wheeled a table closer and she could make out from the position of the table that he was to the side of her, somewhere by her lower half of her legs.  He began to place something along her legs, taping it down so that it would not shift or fall.  He then used some kind of sealant that had an acidic smell to it to seal around them.

                “I have to make sure that these don’t slide off you before their use is complete.  I made these molds especially for you.  Since you are my midnight rose, I felt it was only fitting that your last piece be a bouquet.  In a way you will get flowers from me that will never wilt.  Fitting for our last night together don’t you think?”  He then opened a bottle that sounded like it was glass of some sort.

                She heard the quiet tinkling of glass against glass and then he spoke again his breath brushing the backs of her legs. “Now, don’t move.  This is going to hurt like a b***h but the result will be absolutely beautiful.”

                She could hear the smile in his voice and the adoration he had when he envisioned what the end result would look like.  Then Talia screamed until her throat went raw as he began to drip the liquid into the molds one drop at a time.  He was precise in his measurements and then he would add another liquid that would stop the burning but not the pain as her body protested the removal of its flesh by the acid.  Slowly he worked his way across her skin, making his way up her legs to her hips.  As he finished the backs of her hips she breathed in relief.  At least it was over and he would end her life and let her move on to better places.

                She inhaled when he turned the station so that she was now facing up at the ceiling.  Panic swirled in her mind when he dimmed the lights a little so that she was no longer blinded and she could see his face.  “I decided to add one more flower to the piece.  This one needs to go across your hipbone and wraps to the front.  You can handle just a little more right baby?”  His eyes held a challenge like he was expecting her to say no, or maybe he was hoping that she would say yes.  Instead fear had frozen her tongue and she was unable to answer him either way.  She saw the look of gratification in his eyes at her silence and fear made her wonder what he had planned for her now.  It couldn’t be anything good.

                He slowly brushed his hands up the front of her legs and she felt her skin twitch under the pressure from his fingertips.  He smiled at the reaction and then he began to bunch the hospital gown in his hands as he slowly walked closer to her body.  She realized with a start that he was walking up the space between her parted legs and she had no barrier between his body and hers since he had removed her clothing before he had strapped her into the device.  She didn’t even try to hide the fear and the tears that graced her face now.  He simply reached over and wiped one on her tears away with his fingertip.

                “This will all be over soon, I promise, just one more piece to add and it will be quick.”  He then licked her tear from the tip of his finger and tossed the handful of fabric that was bunched in his hands so that it fell over her face, leaving her body bare to his eyes and hers in blindness.

                She couldn’t help the whimper that left her when she felt his hands touch her hip, and then she breathed in relief when he attached another one of those patterns to her hip so that this one would reach across her hip and touch her pelvic bone.  She braced for the acid, and felt her heart slowdown in pace when she realized this was his plan for this position.  Yet, her mind wouldn’t stop screaming at her that she needed to shut herself down.  She needed to blank out and let her consciousness float so she could deal with what was coming, but she couldn’t understand what her brain was freaking out about.

                The acid work was done and Laurent had removed the stencil from her flesh and had been admiring his work with his fingertips, tracing its lines to make sure they were perfect.  It wasn’t until she heard him life the towel off of the second set of tools that she started to feel confused.  She tried to wiggle her head out from under the hospital gown where he had dumped it over her face, but it wouldn’t budge.

                “I promised you that you would enjoy it before this was all over, I always keep my promises.”  Laurent whispered as he bent over her body.  She felt his breath on her stomach and froze.  She heard him readying several items and felt her heart start to race.   Laurent skipped his fingertips across her ribs and she felt the tears start to trace lines up into her hair as they escaped her eyes.  She didn’t want to believe what was happening to her, and she couldn’t stop her body from registering everything as time seemed to slow down.

                Laurent kissed her ribs and she jerked her body, trying to put space between them.  It was all in vein as he had securely strapped her body down so that she couldn’t move a muscle unless he allowed it.  He was going to do whatever he wanted to do to her and she couldn’t stop him no matter how much she wanted to.  He then reached up her ribs, dragging his hand slowly as he spread out his fingers across her ribs.  When he reached her chest she heard a keening wail split the air around them.  It took a moment for her to realize that the sound was coming from her. He began to rub her body in earnest as if her response had been a go ahead instead of a defined no.

                Laurent reached down between their bodies, brushing her core as he did so and she felt herself scream out in denial.  He laughed in response at her refusal.  She knew she couldn’t stop him but she hoped that if he heard her words he would not take this any further.  Again her hope came crashing down as she heard his zipper slide down and his pants hit the floor.  He was going to take everything from her before he ended this.  She struggled as much as she could as he slowly entered her, her stomach threatening to revolt at the sensation.

                “Oh, baby, you are so tight.  I don’t know how long I can hold out.”  He slipped one hand up her body; grabbing her chest and squeezing the tip as he massaged that sensitive spot between her folds with her other hand.  She could feel her body betraying her with every swipe of his fingertip.  She wanted to rage, to claw and scratch at his face, but she was held still.  Forced to feel everything he did to her while he stood still, his member filling her body, invading her in all ways.

                “Don’t worry though; I will make sure you reach yours before me.  I’m not selfish after all, this is all for you.”  It took a moment for his words to sink into the horror that was flooding her senses.  Then she heard him grab something off the table beside him and felt a cold liquid being dripped onto her folds.  He began to rub it into her body and she felt the warm tingling sensation as her body became more sensitive.  Then she felt him place something against her bundle of nerves as he reached for something on the table.  “I want to be able to please both your mounds at the same time, can’t be leaving any part of you lacking loving.”

                He then turned on the device placed against her nerves and she felt her body buck at the vibration she suddenly felt teasing her body.  He laughed as he leaned over her and grabbed her chest with both hands.  His fingers began to squeeze the sensitive tips as he started to thrust within her.  She felt her body beginning to build the sensations against her will as he began to move faster.  She couldn’t stop it, it was happening and her body was fighting against her.

                “You will give me yours before I crash to mine, I promise you this.”  Laurent gritted out and then hit bit the tight peak of one mound.  The pain lanced through her and she crashed over the edge of sensation, her body twitching against her will as she heard his grunt and felt him stiffen.   She could hear herself repeating the word no over and over again as he bucked.  He reached across her body to the table without withdrawing from her.  In a flourish he ripped the gown from her body and she saw the knife in his hand just seconds before he smiled and plunged it into her chest, his body still lodged inside her as he lodged his blade home and everything went dark.