The Devil's Apprentice

CHAPTER 4— TWISTED

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Blood splattered on the floor and his eyes traced the red drops, persistently begging for more.

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The knob twisted and Emmanuel watched with eyes that expressed his excitement as the door was pulled open.

Meghan Soil; his current victim, stood in the doorway with a flirty smile on her lips. "How may I be of help to you?" She casually asked, however, Emmanuel knew that that was the first question a hooker asked her clients.

She had it all wrong though, he wasn't her client, she was his.

Tilting his head, he pulled his hand from his pocket, handing it to her. "I'm Emmanuel, I got your number from a friend in the bar. I called a day ago, but I didn't receive an answer and that same friend told me if I was interested then this is your address." He flashed her a grin. "I guess he was right."

Meghan took ahold of his hand shaking it twice before letting go. "How much are you willing to pay?"

Emmanuel shrugged. "I'm fairly new to this, how much does the full package cost?"

"500 dollars."

"Then I'm willing to pay double out of what's in my briefcase if I get to nakedly tie you to a chair."

"Deal." She gestured him inside and as he stepped in he couldn't help but mockingly think that she had made the wrong decision, for inside Emmanuel's briefcase wasn't money, but his sturdy rope, his pliers and his knife and sadly all three tools would be utilized on her today.

"I don't usually do this at home, but since you offered double, you could even tie me to a roof."

Emmanuel wanted to do that, lord knows he did, he'd get to watch her struggle to acquire fresh air and struggle to loosen the rope he'd tie around her neck, but where's the blood in that?

Without blood it wouldn't be fun and Emmanuel was planning to drain her dry.

He'd torture the living hell out of her and only when he was pleased with her impotence and tenuousness would he issue to her a malicious demise.

With a sick smile, his steps mirrored hers, eyes accessing everything they passed.

The beautiful and erotically taken photos of her on the walls, the setting of her living room, the dustiness of her staircase and lastly he made it to her room where all hell would break loose.

The sheets on her queen sized bed were ruffled, the floor neatly tile and seemingly clean. Her walls too were clean, no poster, no decoration; just plain white and the furniture were modern and stylish, even the chair situated in the far corner of the room was creatively made.

Emmanuel approached it, hauling it to the centre of the room before greedily looking over at his prey. "Are you ready?"

The stupid woman nodded, fingers fiddling with the bow tied at the front of her robe until it came loose. She shrugged it off of her shoulders, the thin fabric falling to the floor. "I am."

As Emmanuel expected, her porcelain skin was flawlessly unblemished and seemingly soft. It was bare of hair and looked as though it had been bathed in the moonlight.

Emmanuel couldn't wait to taint and tarnish such a beautiful creation with a slice.

Sighing fascinatingly, he stepped up to her, a hand of his roughly grabbing at her cheek, tightly squeezing it. "You're beautiful, but I'd like to make some adjustments, a lot of blood here and there would surely do."

"Blood...? What are you...?" Emmanuel hauled her to the chair, sitting her down and then he opened up his briefcase turning her look of confusion to one of fear.

Her eyes slowly widened, lips slipping ajar. "W-what are going t—"

"If you scream or move, I'm pulling out every single teeth out of your mouth."

To ensure her that his statement was indeed factual, he pulled out his pliers, placing it on the floor and then he took out the rope, loosening the knot that held it together.

Inch by inch, the rope fell, it's length crawling on the floor as Emmanuel stooped before his victim, fastening her hands behind her back and her feet together. "I promised to pay double, didn't I?"

He didn't expect an answer from her since she was practically lost in fear, but she surprised him when she slowly nodded while trying in vain to scoot away from him.

"Then," he smiled. "Instead of five as I had initially planned, I'm giving you ten."

He reached for his knife, staring fixedly at the blade. "Open up, we can't have you screaming to the whole neighborhood, so lets instead see how long your tongue is."

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