The Thorns Under Pedals

Chapter 6:

With my recharged energy I returned after a day. Both of them were still in a deep slumber due to the drugs I gave. While away to go to school and pretend I was not in the process of murdering two people I got more ideas to try out before reuniting the couple. The evening was only beginning and excitement filled my blood once again. When I left I was sure that Drake would not give me anymore information. That may still hold true but there was one thing that I could try to make sure. Before that I would see Rebecca and use her emotions against her to possibly get information out of her no matter how little it seemed. With that idea in my head I made my way up the staircase with a little hop in my steps.

I had been anxious all day. There was no stopping the thoughts that were at the front of my mind. I should have been afraid or worried since Erik was present but I was just ready to leave the campus to return to my work. The police did not take care of it so I was doing it my way. Though I’m sure they would not agree with it.

I entered Rebecca’s room and looked her over to get an idea if there was an infection in her wounds. I did not really care if there was but it would help me know how much pain she was already feeling. An infection also led to signs that could trip me up when reading her reactions. I wanted her to answer my questions clearly. I did not need any hallucinations or fevers that would hinder that.

The gash wound on her arm and the cut along her throat were starting the process of healing with no signs of infection. The wounds were not deep at all like I had done to Drake so I was not worried about her bleeding out. She would not be in as much pain as him either. Though that did not mean that I would not get her to that point after our session. I smirked at the thoughts I had and with that I began to prepare for them by getting the tools and bringing them closer in reach. Last night would feel like a breeze compared to what I had in mind for tonight. Rebecca may very much wish that I would end her multiple times.

Once I had all the equipment I needed I contemplated how I wished to start. That was the hardest part. Once I began to torture it became easy to just pick what to do without much thought. Beginning I had to think of what would have the most effect to one wake her from the drugs and scare her mentally for intimidation while causing her pain to fear me. I went through the different horror films that were my favorites and wondered how those serial killers would wake up their victims if they had them in this situation.

First one that came to mind was Leatherface from the Texas Chainsaw m******e. A movie that was based on true events of murderer Ed Gein. The films basically had people coming onto the farm and Leatherface killing them one by one so his family would be able to cook the victims for dinner. His family was pretty messed up making him be the one to butcher the people by using his disabilities to want to please the family. If I were Leatherface then I would probably use this opportunity to start carving off her skin starting from the wound on her arm I left. I would have to be careful though so I would have clean cuts so blood would not stain the flesh for whatever I would use it for. In the movie they not only used the meat for dinner they used the rest of the body like the skin to make furniture. They made sure to use every part of the victim in any way they could.

Some downsides that I saw with this approach was that doing so would take away the amount of time I could get answers and to use her against Drake. I would want her alive when I would have them reunite later on to then kill them both. If she was already dead which by the lack of blood Rebecca would be then I lose my last chance to push Drake into the mental torture for any possible last information. Drake was not the type that was greatly affected by what I did. His responses were usually less extreme than others except the time he got pissed off yesterday. After that one explosion he did not have another and tried to surpass the pain. This is where I wanted to use Rebecca. Using her overly expressive reactions would affect Drake to hopefully have a more vocal reaction that I could take an advantage of. Therefore Leatherface’s way was out.

Leatherface was more durable than Nightmare On Elm’s Street Freddy Krueger. I would love to use the claw like blades that would fit to appear like him and his slasher kills. The problem with him was that he was a dream demon which could turn the dream world in the forms to trap or terrify his victims or seem invincible. I was not going to add hallucinating drugs in her system to accomplish that high affect reality and the dream world clashing. It would take away interrogating her for the smallest detail I could use in the future.

Should I go the Michael Myers route? A man that wears a mask that usually just stabs victims. Though that did not seem as appealing even when my go to weapon was knives. I could use knives in almost any situation to cause pain in torture but it was also the easiest. The joy of such a weapon was to see the pain inflicted in the victims eyes. Something I had enjoyed seeing yesterday in Rebecca’s eyes. This also allowed me to do either minimal or deadly wounds with ease to a tied victim. All that considered, I really wanted to do something different.

This brought Chucky the Good Guys doll to my mind. A man who used voodoo to transfer himself in a doll before he died that shipped him to a child that he would eventually try to transfer himself into just to be human again. Chucky in my mind was similar to Micheal Myers considering they both mainly used knives for their kills. However, Chucky did not use brute force when his small frame as a doll would not allow it. There were times that he would do something different like betting a teacher with a ruler to death. Things that would be simple enough for me to do and let me question Rebecca. Yet thinking of acting like Chucky seemed silly to me when it was still too close to what I usually would do already.

Thinking of children that got involved in the movies brought Pennywise the clown into my head. There was no way I would be attempting his kills for Pennywise was an alien that took the form that children feared so that he could feed. The thought was laughable but the way Pennywise got into the minds of the children to fear was something that I would try to keep in my mind. Psychological damage was just as effective in torturing as physical ones. Maybe even more so when it could last much longer in a person's mind. Yet I turned my mind to consider a more durable option.

Jason Voorhees? The antagonist in the Friday the 13th series that even went up against Freddy Kruger. His kills were a variety that were interesting. Jason wears a mask much like Micheal does and uses brutal force but knives aren’t really used in his kills. He went from drowning, axes, to machetes. Thinking about it now, most of his kills dealt with larger weapons that would leave time for the victim to launch an attack if they chose to just disarm you. With a sigh I realized that the idea was realistic and different but not what pleased me.

Torture was my pleaser to see the pain and inflection in the victim. I also would love to involve both of my victims in one. My eyes widened as one horror series would fit perfectly. A grin turned my frown up as I thought it through. Yes. Jigsaw that seemed much like Chucky in appearance was who I would be tonight. The laughter filled the room chillingly. There were thousands of torture technices that Jigsaw used in his eight seried movies that went from the boring man tied to a chair with a shotgun to the shivering burning pain of a man having to lift from a chair that would pell parts of his skin apart in the process.

Quickly without hesitation I undid the prep word I was thinking of doing to set the whole building into traps for each of them to get through that would allow me to gain information without interacting with them in person. I would watch from security cameras that miraculously worked. I tried the speakers in each room that I had to place. There were a lot of lifting objects from one room to another. I made a lot of noise that surprisingly did not wake the drug induced victims. I was panting from all the work I had to do by moving. There would have been a lot more work that would be time consuming if I had not already scouted the building and done my research before bringing the victims here. As it was, I knew that this was the perfect place to have my own Jigsaw moment that is usually in the Saw movies. I didn't even have to bring any tools for the torturing since the equipment that was left was still usable in some way.

Hours passed as I mentally thought through each tool and what my victims may do like I imagined Jigsaw would to get the correct outcome that he wished. The movies did no justice to show how much he put into his kills. In fact the movies only gave enjoyable moments to a kill. Jigsaw seemed to be collected and relaxed as the process went when in reality he would be just as exhausted as I. Yet no matter how exhausted I was I would not be leaving this for another night. The excitement to have my hard work used to see if I had accomplished the level of kills that Jigsaw would be pleased with to cast my revenge motivated me with energy that I needed for a boast.

Cold air breeze against my flushed skin drew my attention to my environment for the first time since I had set out for my plan. I blinked, finally taking in my surroundings outside of the hash that clouded my vision. Sweat lined my forehead and I was panting. I felt sore in some spots as I moved to look out one window on the bottom level. The window was broken halfway which let in the chilly night air. It was refreshing in my lungs and I felt more alive in the moment as I took in the beautiful night sky.

There was no trace of the day. I had been working for longer than I had thought I would but I was not surprised either. Judging by the dark shade in the sky that only shined with the stars and the moon I estimated that I had been working for five to six hours. It was most likely around ten o’clock if not eleven. The perfect time to start this. The moon would give the victims light when there was no electricity to do so. While the quiet would give the creepiness that I was craving for to add to Rebecca’s fear.

I stayed looking up at the sky catching my breath to relax slightly. I would not be able to fully relax until this was over. As it was now I was constantly looking over my shoulder wondering if one of the victims would somehow wake up and escape. Did any of the horror characters I took my ideas from feel like this when they began to torture or murder their victims?

With one last breath of fresh air I made my way to Drake's room intending to drag his frame up to the top level where the game would start for him. The one part I was dreading the most since I knew he was heavy. I had no choice however because I was not going to wake him to move his ass to his own death. This also allowed me to cause more pain to his injuries as the stairs would jab at his shoulder wound enough to make it sore or maybe bruise him in places. I easily freed him after making sure that he was still in the drugs effect and not pretending so that he could strike me. I had made sure to give him another dose along with Rebecca just before I started getting ready. Though I had made this one a smaller dose than the night before to guarantee that they would wake up when I needed them to.

I looped his uninjured arm around my shoulders and tried to carry his weight this way. He was extremely heavy and I had to pause the majority of the way but I had no choice since I could not just pull his hand to drag him up the staircase yet. Once I got there I set him in a sitting position just for me to take both of his wrists into my hands and began to pull. I smiled as I heard something dislocate inside of him. This was much more preferable and was not as long. I was still working on my breathing so I would not slow down my pace. If one wanted to lose weight all they had to do was drag an unconscious man up four flights of stairs and that would do the trick. This was as much exercise as I got in weeks of PE.

“Damn.” I swore under my breath as I let his arms fall loudy onto the floor with a thud. Sweat was definitely falling down onto the floor from my pours. My arms were shaking for a while from being unused to the heavyweight it had to pull. This was something I made a mental note to work on for when I took care of my other victims that would be men.

It took me longer to pick him up and have him sitting against a table. Attaching the chains against his ankle was the easy part. I made sure to keep the machete within reach for him as I wanted him to use it to cut free. I left the key just out of his reach on the ground to tempt him. With Drake set for what I had in mind I made my way down to Rebecca’s room to move her.

I loosened the ropes from her and started to lift her body up. With a sigh of relief I thought that she would be easy compared to Drake. I knew before I started moving her that she would be but after the struggle with him I was a little hesitant. To be fair though Drake was built with some muscles that added to his weight giving him a strong frame while Rebecca was small and fragile looking compared to him.

I snorted thinking that I knew what attracted her to him though it annoyed me more. Appearance was what Rebecca was drawn to. A man that made any women drool with s*x appeal was something that caught her into having to have that person. It was similar to my brother Xavier. Many girls had those lustful eyes that fawned over him. They were just used to boost her self esteem most likely. Were they just tools to her? The thought did not sit well with me but from what I have seen or knew of her that was a high possibility. Through this game I would get an answer to many questions and that would be one of them at least in how she saw Drake.

I made quicker time moving Rebecca to the room I wished her to be. The room was filled with billions of broken shards of glass along the floor. I placed her in the big tub that I had filled with gasoline being careful not to get any on me. With her lying there I made sure the combination lock on the door would work. A combination that was six numbers long that I would keep in a locked box that she would have to use the fire’s light to see. This idea was from the flammable jelly in Saw. It was also something that I knew was Rebecca’s biggest fear. Before leaving I lit a candle that was set on one of the tables. I left knowing that the candle would soon start a fire that would burn both of their bodies along with evidence I had been here.

The smoke would be a wake up call for both victims since I placed them each at the opposite end of the fourth hall. They would have to work through each room that was connected to get out. The third and fourth floors were easy traps I felt they could get out of with injuries not fatel enough for death. However at some point on the second floor they would face a challenge that would result in someone being sacrificed. Much of Saw’s games were groups of people being cut down. This game would have no winners but I wanted them to feel the loss of killing one of them before seeing there was no freedom.

The smoke began to fill my senses and I knew the smell was stronger in the room. It was a matter of time before they would wake up to my hell. With a laugh that would sound harsh I escaped to a safe building next door that held all the cameras and communication devices I had set up away from the fire. There were only a couple and they would be quick to dispose of in the fire after the kills were done. All I had to do now was watch human nature take effect and see the masterpiece I had created play out like Jigsaw would. Though he would not have them last long if there were only two people instead of the large number he normally started with. Depending on how this goes I may increase the number at a later time.

I placed the headphones over my ears and already heard groaning coming from both of them. I could see the smoke was fogging part of my view from Rebecca’s room. The fire took up the whole table that was on the opposite side of her. I also saw her eyes start to open.

In Drake’s room that I could see from the other half of the monitor screen was showing signs of the smoke slipping in through the crack of his door. I could hear his groan as he was waking up. The wince he showed told me that he felt the dislocation of his arm.

They were both slow to wake from the grogginess. The smoke forced them to even though the drug was trying to pull them under again. They also seem uncertain where they were. Afterall I had moved them and not that long ago they had been living their own lives just before I had sedated them for kidnapping to murder. I let them take a moment to gather themselves. Before Rebecca could scream which I was sure she would when she realized what was covering her body along with the fire in her room starting I spoke. My voice was calm but held a note of pleasure at seeing my hard work going to take effect on them.

“Welcome back to the living Drake and Rebecca. Well for the moment.” I watched both of them jump once my voice rang in the room. I paused for suspense. “You will each face trials that will kill you if you don’t play this revenge game of hell right. I will enjoy seeing how far you go. I would start now if I were you both.”

Not even after I finished the last sentence did Rebecca end up waiting to release a blood curdling scream that would make one deaf. This sent Drake to jerk forward but he did not get far when the chain was stretched to its limits. He ended up falling face first to the ground. Through the speaker that let me hear what they would say a pleasant sound came through. Drake had broken his nose when he fell.

I rested my chin in the palm of my right hand much like I would during a lecture in class. Instead of my bored expression I usually had though I was intently watching the computer screens taking in their every move and reactions. Time was going to be too short before the sun would rise. I could already tell as I lost myself in them.