Soul Catcher

Chapter II. The Devil's friend, young Lewis.

In the 1950's, one of the richest families in Dulwich was well known, the Lewises, a seemingly perfect family in all eyes. The Lewises were very strict people, with a habit of indifferent treatment based on status, skin color and more. Despite that, they treated their only two sons as treasures, among them, Sam, who was more spoiled for the simple fact of being the smallest.

Sam, friendly, tender, curious, outgoing...just an ordinary child, as described by everyone.

The little boy liked to sneak around the house he lived in, he loved the blue color of its walls and how immense it was for him. On a normal day like that, the little boy had gotten tired of playing, running around the yard and smiling, for today's excuse, he stood up, approaching the thorny bushes that his mother insisted that he not touch, he stared coldly. the bushes and passed his hand between them, letting the thorns dig into his delicate complexion, and he did not react at all, he just stood still until he considered that the blood was enough, he took off, heading silently to the maids' rooms, obviously the youngest ones, he climbed the stairs until they ran out. Sam knew exactly their schedule, he knew the time when they went to their rooms to undress and go to the showers, which Sam took advantage of.

He approached the half-open door, those little undressed women, he simply loved seeing their brown n*****s in the center of their stunning breasts of all colors, shapes and sizes, Sam felt something that not any nine-year-old boy could describe or even experience... it was morbid. He didn't know which idea was more exciting, that those girls didn't know they were being watched or the pure fact that he might be discovered. She held her hands to the door, buried the palm of her hand against it so that the thorns pierced her skin even more and the small tears came out automatically, she made a small sob that made the women scared, they turned to see the innocent little boy with the long face.

- Forgive me, I didn't mean to go in like that, but, I…I…it just hurt me a lot… -said Sam with a face full of sadness and tears.

- Oh...no, no, no little one...don't cry, it's okay, it's good that you warned me, honey, don't worry. What happened to you? -Answered one of the workers who covered herself with a towel and slowly approached him to hug him, moved by her light cries of pain.

- I was playing near mom's bushes...I didn't mean to, I'm sorry...very much. -the little boy mentioned, wiping the salty tears and snot with his good hand, breathing heavily due to crying.

- Calm down, calm down, I'll heal you. You're a bit of a clumsy child, Sam, you keep hurting yourself... although... it doesn't mean that you're adorable, be more careful next time, okay darling? -She tried to calm him with her tone of voice.

Sam made those women feel enormous pity for him, his immature and innocent interpreter, he himself was magical, as simple as he could pretend whatever he wanted, and others would believe him, which satisfied and made Sam feel special.

Sam's mind matured while the jars with reptile corpses gathered dust in a hidden corner of the closet. The boy was just a young man, older than before, but he still had a long way to go, ready for university, he was a genius, he provoked astonishment just by walking down the street and admiration just by opening his mouth once, the hollow women, for the most part, fought over him over who would stay with Sam or open her legs for him first and admire his nakedness, attracting bad looks, rumors, even excitement due to his attractiveness. He could make everyone pay attention to him with the single movement of entering a place, after all Sam's glow didn't fade, apparently, he was still magical.

Like any young man, he was dating a girl secretly due to different social status, her name was Lenon, who had been warned by many gossipy women about Sam's... strange side, who was a womanizer and was not at all what he seemed, but he was not interested in the rumors, he was sure that it was with the intention of keeping her long-desired man away from her.

The months went by naturally, Lenon seemed to be terribly in love until Sam began to show himself, his dear Sam went from being tender, understanding and...simply the perfect lover to...a porn addict whom he had found countless times having relations with the girls. workers in his house or other friends of his, perhaps even hers, Lenon was devastated…she allowed him to treat her in any way and to do whatever he wanted with her, that also applied in involuntary cases, but that no longer mattered, she wanted stay with your loved one. There were many nights where Lenón cried herself to sleep, sometimes she would wake up next to Sam, covering the naked body between the sheets and wondering “when would I be enough for Sam?”

It was between one of those quarrels, when Lenon finally slapped him and Sam was furious, his blood boiled like a cauldron with soup, he just wanted to let himself be carried away by his greatest impulses, so he did not take long to return it, he did not measure his strength intentionally, making him the young woman stepped back and stumbled, falling backwards, hitting the back of her head against the corner of a nearby glass table; crack, Sam could hear, the PIECES ostaring indifferently at the body on the floor while blood spurted uncontrollably all over the floor and stained her delicate white dress. As if nothing had happened, he carried her in her arms, tangling her fingers in the long waves of black hair, and cleaned the entire place after placing her on a metal table in the basement. All his inner being told him to do it, he held the handle of the knife so tightly that his knuckles turned white, he slowly introduced it into one of his eyes until he removed the organ completely from the socket, leaving it empty, and he did the same with the another, the blood stains on his fine shirt and delicate face seemed to be the least of it... it reminded him of when he was a child when he used to secretly take his older brother's little fish and leave them out of the water, he loved to see them squirm and flap desperately until they ended up suffocated, I loved seeing their eyes as they perished, how they shone as they struggled to continue living with a scant and impatient hope but they also felt how their only remaining breath was running out and finally they became completely clouded, unconscious of the last minute.

Life continued, “Lenon disappeared with another man after getting bored of Sam, and after that they did not see each other again, our relationship was not something serious”, just like that, with almost no details, according to the testimonies of the last person who saw her… her now ex-boyfriend, no one would believe that a boy as exemplary as Sam would be able to kill a fly, his words and gestures... everything sounded so sincere... so the case ended with a lot of loose ends, plus, since the death of his brother, Mrs. Lewis was beyond devastated, he had died in his sleep and everyone said that his death had simply been natural...without any suffering, but that would not heal her wounded heart, the Lewises were not in the best situation, let alone finding out for Sam of the atrocity that their youngest son had committed and still covered it up due to the great love and fear that his mother felt, after all, he was the only son they had left.

Sam Lewis had become a twenty-one-year-old man, he still lived enjoying the comforts that his parents provided him, since he was still a university student. More posters of missing people abounded on the posts of many streets, including humble neighborhoods, almost a year ago the disappearance of Lenón Chambers was on everyone's lips, this time three children under the age of nine had disappeared in the park, and the worst thing is that without witnesses…Ema, David and Joyce.

It was very late at night, everyone was asleep, except Sam, who was on the couch, when he finished his last sip of alcohol, he left the glass on the glass table to head down the stairs to the basement, a place that was locked. by Sam himself. Six bright, large, innocent eyes could be distinguished from the darkness as he opened the creaky wooden door, tap, tap, tap, his leather boots sounded as he descended the steps one by one.

The beautiful and youthful faces of the little ones had an expression of fear, Sam smiled evilly to the side, Sam turned on the light, which illuminated it vaguely, you could see the skin of the children stuck to their small and weak bones, they retreated with little strength , all of them cornering themselves naked against a wall, Ema, the youngest, only five years old, began to sob to which Sam held her arm tightly, took a key out of his pocket and unchained it and pulled her towards him, he licked her soft cheek as if mocking how scared they were, he laughed...but in a way that seemed unrecognizable as he held her by the back of her head, he placed her on a dirty old mattress, in front of him.

- Please, don't do it...I love my mom...-the little girl pleaded with her voice drowned in tears.

Joyce and David could only watch petrified, as Ema was being abused, Sam felt how her fragile fists pushed him with zero strength, she wanted him to get away... but she knew it was her turn, her predator was sunk in excitement, at the same time Joyce struggled uselessly against the chains, Ema cried, she felt immense pain and shame, so much so that she preferred to be killed, she squeezed her eyes shut and David covered himself with his hands, crying full of sadness, understanding the girl's suffering.

Ema cornered herself, still on her mattress, holding her knees and her head resting on them. Sam buttoned his pants, Joyce looked at him with great contempt, feeling useless. Sam turned off the camera, satisfied, and took the camera with him.

It didn't take long when Ema couldn't stop feeling a terrible belly pain. She writhed on the mattress until she noticed blood gushing from her crotch. The little girl closed her eyes.

- Mommy, where are you? ...I need you mommy...it...it hurts a lot. -the girl babbled through tears, full of blind hope, her mattress absorbing more and more blood until her breathing became even weaker.