VENGEANCE

"On a moonless night, under the lonely sky. A place far from living and out of sight. Fire dancing on the hearth and a man so heartless who smiles at someone in despair. " "Screams filled the room and through the heart fear lingers. As he smacked his lips, licking his knife and here goes another one from your fingers. " A man laughs hysterically as he cuts the fingers of a man tied with a chain to the chair. One by one, he cuts all fingers not at once but a joint at a time. Every night, when the crickets start chirping, he removes one of the fingers and till now all that was left was the thumbs in both hands. He dressed the hand after he applied some antiseptic and dressed the open wound ever so gently as if he was someone else, but not the same person who was laughing like a maniac as he cut the finger of the same man who he was taking care of now. "Oh my! Just look at your face." "No one can understand what you have been going through for the last 7 days, 19 hours, 26 minutes annnnnnnd... 43, 44 ,45 seconds." A man with a handsome face which seemed to be carved by the hands of GOD himself, wearing a black overcoat, a white full sleeved shirt, black pants and a pair of black full boots. "What have you done to deserve a fate such as this?" "Did you tie a man and insert a rod in his ass?" "Did you with your friends kick the balls of someone?" "Did you and your little brother-CHRIS, sell someone's sisters to some fat ass rich pigs only to get stabbed by a knife in her privates?" "Samuel?", the man blurted somehow in a weak, shaking voice. "Samael for you now" "My dear best friend!" "Gheah hahahahahaha", the man laughs again like a maniac as tears trickled down his cheeks through his lifeless eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Please, just end this misery of mine." The man tied to the chair struggled as he asked in a weak voice. "Why do you say so?" "Well, that was heartbreaking for me." "Do you really not like spending your last days with someone you once called your best friend?" "oh! You fainted again?" "My apologies, it seems I will have to find some other time to pursue this fragmentary conversation of ours." "Why don't you understand my longing for the cadence of your wails?" The handsome face put on a wry smile which ended with a long putrid sigh as he stared at the stooped head of the man tied to the chair in front of him. "Well, guess that's all for today folks." Samuel brought a saline and a blood bag as he attached it to the needle on his victim's wrist and went to another room, slowly whistling 'IN THE HALL OF MOUNTAIN KING'. He disappeared into the darkness of the room as the eerie tune of his whistle faded away in the silence of the forest outside the lodge.