The rain fell hard on the city streets, as if the heavens were trying to drown the city itself. 'did god hate the city' Or was he just trying to wash it clean?" the man thought as he looked out a small basement window. His jaw length black hair had been unwashed for several days, same with his cloths. He took a long final drag off his cigarette before snuffing it out and putting it in his pocket. He turned back to the room where he had been spending his days.
He pulled on his rubber gloves and thick rubber apron. He walked over to the open door and whispered in his raspy voice. "you'll be glad to know its raining. God is washing away the sins. Now you must wash away yours." he clicked on a light in the room and heard the woman inside stir. He went and sat back down so that the window was at his back. He had a mirror set up allowing him to look into the room. He knew that because of the window he would be in shadow, and she would be unable to see him.
The woman was shackled to the floor by one ankle and was completely naked. Her head shaven clean, of the once bottle blonde curls. He had even shaved her eyebrows. All over her entire body he had tattooed the word "whore" over and over. On the floor in front of her was a bucket, and next to the bucket was a ball of steal wool.
"you have 30 minutes to scrub your sins from your body. If you fail to do this, then I will have to do it for you. Look up." he said from his seat. The woman looked up at the massive vat above her. "inside is an acid that will eat the flesh from your bones. Hurry, while you still have gods mercy. Let the game begin." underneath his chair a clock timer activated showing her how much time she had left. At first she pulled at the chain, begging for mercy, screaming for help. After 10 minutes she finally grabbed the ball of steal dipped it into the bucket and went to work.
A smile pulled at his disfigured lips as she began to scream not only from scraping at her still tender skin with the steal, but also due to the fact the liquid she was washing with was lemon juice was large amounts of salt in it. But, she kept scrubbing screaming louder and louder as she slowly wore away the skin on her left arm. The Game Master felt his hand slide down his pants and begin to fondle himself as he watched her suffer, the timer constantly counting down. By the time it finally reached zero the girl has left her left arm, breasts and stomach red and raw. Tears streaming down her face, and prayers streaming from her lips. When she realized the time was up she began to weep harder and begged him. "please, please don't kill me! I have a son! Give me more time!" but, he just pressed the button causing the vat to tip over dumping the acid on her body. She began to scream and squirm on the floor as the acid began to cause her flesh to bubble and fall off.
Just as the acid hit her and her true screams started he felt himself reach climax. He sat back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "good job my love." he heard a voice say. He knew he was alone, at least physically. "hello dear sister darling. Another has failed her test. I guess no one can ever match up to you my be loved." he listened to his loves words coo out compliments and praises on his good work. But it was finally time to finish up and leave, it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled upon this basement for some reason or another. He walked into the room and looked at the whimpering body laying in the fetal position in the center of the room, but just walked past her with a bucket of red paint.
His face was horrible scarred. He had been tested once in his past by his mother and father. He had passed his test, and now wore the scars proudly. Another smile crossed his twisted face as he remembered how he had tested his mother and father. And then his beloved sister. As he worked the paint brush on the wall he thought about how she suffered spectacularly and passed her test, so far the only person to do so.
He stepped back to admire what was painted on the wall and the room the now silent melting corpse. He walked out of the room leaving the light on the words painted in red on the wall his only message to those who would come behind him. "let the games begin again. The Game Master." he walked up the stairs pulling his hood up to shield him from the rain. "god is trying to wash the sins from the city, and I am his instrument to do so.? and then he was gone into the grey rainy day. Lost amongst the thousands of people who walked the streets of the city.
He pulled on his rubber gloves and thick rubber apron. He walked over to the open door and whispered in his raspy voice. "you'll be glad to know its raining. God is washing away the sins. Now you must wash away yours." he clicked on a light in the room and heard the woman inside stir. He went and sat back down so that the window was at his back. He had a mirror set up allowing him to look into the room. He knew that because of the window he would be in shadow, and she would be unable to see him.
The woman was shackled to the floor by one ankle and was completely naked. Her head shaven clean, of the once bottle blonde curls. He had even shaved her eyebrows. All over her entire body he had tattooed the word "whore" over and over. On the floor in front of her was a bucket, and next to the bucket was a ball of steal wool.
"you have 30 minutes to scrub your sins from your body. If you fail to do this, then I will have to do it for you. Look up." he said from his seat. The woman looked up at the massive vat above her. "inside is an acid that will eat the flesh from your bones. Hurry, while you still have gods mercy. Let the game begin." underneath his chair a clock timer activated showing her how much time she had left. At first she pulled at the chain, begging for mercy, screaming for help. After 10 minutes she finally grabbed the ball of steal dipped it into the bucket and went to work.
A smile pulled at his disfigured lips as she began to scream not only from scraping at her still tender skin with the steal, but also due to the fact the liquid she was washing with was lemon juice was large amounts of salt in it. But, she kept scrubbing screaming louder and louder as she slowly wore away the skin on her left arm. The Game Master felt his hand slide down his pants and begin to fondle himself as he watched her suffer, the timer constantly counting down. By the time it finally reached zero the girl has left her left arm, breasts and stomach red and raw. Tears streaming down her face, and prayers streaming from her lips. When she realized the time was up she began to weep harder and begged him. "please, please don't kill me! I have a son! Give me more time!" but, he just pressed the button causing the vat to tip over dumping the acid on her body. She began to scream and squirm on the floor as the acid began to cause her flesh to bubble and fall off.
Just as the acid hit her and her true screams started he felt himself reach climax. He sat back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "good job my love." he heard a voice say. He knew he was alone, at least physically. "hello dear sister darling. Another has failed her test. I guess no one can ever match up to you my be loved." he listened to his loves words coo out compliments and praises on his good work. But it was finally time to finish up and leave, it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled upon this basement for some reason or another. He walked into the room and looked at the whimpering body laying in the fetal position in the center of the room, but just walked past her with a bucket of red paint.
His face was horrible scarred. He had been tested once in his past by his mother and father. He had passed his test, and now wore the scars proudly. Another smile crossed his twisted face as he remembered how he had tested his mother and father. And then his beloved sister. As he worked the paint brush on the wall he thought about how she suffered spectacularly and passed her test, so far the only person to do so.
He stepped back to admire what was painted on the wall and the room the now silent melting corpse. He walked out of the room leaving the light on the words painted in red on the wall his only message to those who would come behind him. "let the games begin again. The Game Master." he walked up the stairs pulling his hood up to shield him from the rain. "god is trying to wash the sins from the city, and I am his instrument to do so.? and then he was gone into the grey rainy day. Lost amongst the thousands of people who walked the streets of the city.