The man awoke in a dark room. His arms were chained above his head to the ceiling. He had attacked some hot chick dumb enough to be wandering the streets alone. She had given him her money but he had made the fatal error of beating her. Though she had been rescued by a man with a hammer and he had been left on the ground of the back alley.
Later this beautiful vision of an angel had appeared to him claiming she was there to help, scooping him into her arms as though he were light as a feather. She had moved so fast he had passed out again. He must have dreamed this savior up for no angel would bring him to such a place. Or so he thought.
There were drugs coursing through his veins that made every moment seem like forever. They weren't needed to create the ambiance of a horror movie, that was true enough. However they did create the highest levels of anxiety that could be experienced. That feeling of smallness, being aware just how breakable and vulnerable you truly are was intensified.
The shadows were filled with monsters, surely waiting to devour him. He called out for help but he knew he must have died. He must be in hell. And worse still he knew he deserved it. The backdrop of his mind was filled with horrible visions, all the horrible things he had done and the worst perspective he'd ever had on himself.
Then a light appeared, blinding him, dazzling with color. A figure of a beautiful woman stepped forward, closing the door behind her. The darkness enveloped him and his eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness once again. As she walked towards him he recognized her as the angel " she must be here to rescue him from this place.
Her smile though' There was something wrong with it. It was twisted with a sadistic pleasure as she stared into his eyes. As though she could see straight into his mind and was enjoying herself as he struggled against his bonds.
"Please help me," came out as a pitiful cry to her.
Her eyes were so bright, green and glowing. A light in the darkness. He could have lost himself in those eyes they were so beautiful. She nodded to him slowly.
"I told you I would help you and I will. I am here to save you from eternal damnation. You may not deserve it but I offer it all the same. I offer you the chance to save yourself" Let us see if you can obtain salvation."
He nodded, he of course said how he wanted to be saved. He would do anything to escape the chains of hell. Sandrine was displeased though, this one was going to crack too easy. She needed to make sure his penance was not earned through cowardice induced confessions.
There were two things in her hand. A cigar that was lifted up and a clipper to cut off the tip. She had not the time to fetch her "tools" as they had been disposed of and needed to be reacquired. Instead she had gone to her place of employment to make purchase on items that none would raise an eyebrow at. Sometimes you need to be creative and Sandrine was resourceful " she could work with what she had.
She lit the cigar and puffed it to life. She wasn't one to smoke but she would have need of this particular tool shortly. "So why don't you begin by confessing your sins to me?"
He stared at the cigar for a moment, the light was entrancing. He tried to focus on what she was saying and soon he was babbling various crimes as she propped into his mind. Searching not just for the truth but for the things he wasn't saying. Of course there would be plenty.
Soon the reality of his situation would set in. When he skipped over a nasty detail she went to cut off his index finger at the first knuckle. Oh the screams " they were music to her ears. A mad laugh came from her then and he started to beg.
"You didn't think this would be easy did you? You don't truly believe you can make some little confession and that you would be forgiven" First you must tell me EVERYTHING and then you sacrifice from yourself all that you have taken from others."
First she used the cigar to cauterize the wound " more screams. Once doing these things had been a duty assigned to her but she took such pleasure in it now. She'd had to. He apologized, he babbled. The LSD in his system made him too cooperative. Though he was definitely suffering for it, he cried so pathetically.
She walked away, leaving him alone in his own private hell, seeing his own demons". It was only five minutes but with his skewed perspective of time it could have been hours. When she came back she offered him some water, acting like the kind angel of mercy he had first believed she was. He took, his body needed it and he wasn't smart enough to realize she was drugging him more.
"Now, as I was saying" You have to sacrifice of yourself if you want to obtain salvation. What you have taken from others you must give of yourself." And so the process was repeated and gone on and on until he was out of joints on his fingers.
She was pleased to discover that he had in fact murdered at least one innocent in his life of crime. Not that he had needed to confess him. The drugs and self-loathing overcame him more and more and brought those worst crimes to the forefront of his mind. However, it did fully justify the assessment that if he was not killed more would die" Or did it"
She began to question the more she took from him and the more she saw his mind alter. His perspective changing to see what he had truly done" Then they got to Samantha and she was filled with rage once more, though she showed none of it. Her voice grew colder as she questioned him and saw through his eyes as he answered.
Seeing through his eyes and hearing the repulsive thoughts that went through his head bothered her a great deal more than it did when it was victims unknown....Samantha was beautiful, weak and vulnerable. He had wanted far more than money from her. "It is your eyes that led you to rape before and they almost did again. Would you give up your eyes to prevent any more of these tragedies to occur?"
He was" Maybe some people could be stopped without death? She took his eyes that had led him astray, the tongue that had lied and threatened so many people, and she had already obtained the fingers which had been used to do harm".
She then informed him that he would not only be saved" He would be able to be a message. She penned out a letter:
The Saint of Killers has returned " change your life now or this will be the greatest mercy you receive.
She wasn't exactly the merciful type and starting now was a new thing" But this wasn't her typical case. So she wouldn't act in her typical fashion. Evolution is the key to survival after all. He was found at the hospital with that letter. Word of it would surely reach the papers when the crime was reported.
Later this beautiful vision of an angel had appeared to him claiming she was there to help, scooping him into her arms as though he were light as a feather. She had moved so fast he had passed out again. He must have dreamed this savior up for no angel would bring him to such a place. Or so he thought.
There were drugs coursing through his veins that made every moment seem like forever. They weren't needed to create the ambiance of a horror movie, that was true enough. However they did create the highest levels of anxiety that could be experienced. That feeling of smallness, being aware just how breakable and vulnerable you truly are was intensified.
The shadows were filled with monsters, surely waiting to devour him. He called out for help but he knew he must have died. He must be in hell. And worse still he knew he deserved it. The backdrop of his mind was filled with horrible visions, all the horrible things he had done and the worst perspective he'd ever had on himself.
Then a light appeared, blinding him, dazzling with color. A figure of a beautiful woman stepped forward, closing the door behind her. The darkness enveloped him and his eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness once again. As she walked towards him he recognized her as the angel " she must be here to rescue him from this place.
Her smile though' There was something wrong with it. It was twisted with a sadistic pleasure as she stared into his eyes. As though she could see straight into his mind and was enjoying herself as he struggled against his bonds.
"Please help me," came out as a pitiful cry to her.
Her eyes were so bright, green and glowing. A light in the darkness. He could have lost himself in those eyes they were so beautiful. She nodded to him slowly.
"I told you I would help you and I will. I am here to save you from eternal damnation. You may not deserve it but I offer it all the same. I offer you the chance to save yourself" Let us see if you can obtain salvation."
He nodded, he of course said how he wanted to be saved. He would do anything to escape the chains of hell. Sandrine was displeased though, this one was going to crack too easy. She needed to make sure his penance was not earned through cowardice induced confessions.
There were two things in her hand. A cigar that was lifted up and a clipper to cut off the tip. She had not the time to fetch her "tools" as they had been disposed of and needed to be reacquired. Instead she had gone to her place of employment to make purchase on items that none would raise an eyebrow at. Sometimes you need to be creative and Sandrine was resourceful " she could work with what she had.
She lit the cigar and puffed it to life. She wasn't one to smoke but she would have need of this particular tool shortly. "So why don't you begin by confessing your sins to me?"
He stared at the cigar for a moment, the light was entrancing. He tried to focus on what she was saying and soon he was babbling various crimes as she propped into his mind. Searching not just for the truth but for the things he wasn't saying. Of course there would be plenty.
Soon the reality of his situation would set in. When he skipped over a nasty detail she went to cut off his index finger at the first knuckle. Oh the screams " they were music to her ears. A mad laugh came from her then and he started to beg.
"You didn't think this would be easy did you? You don't truly believe you can make some little confession and that you would be forgiven" First you must tell me EVERYTHING and then you sacrifice from yourself all that you have taken from others."
First she used the cigar to cauterize the wound " more screams. Once doing these things had been a duty assigned to her but she took such pleasure in it now. She'd had to. He apologized, he babbled. The LSD in his system made him too cooperative. Though he was definitely suffering for it, he cried so pathetically.
She walked away, leaving him alone in his own private hell, seeing his own demons". It was only five minutes but with his skewed perspective of time it could have been hours. When she came back she offered him some water, acting like the kind angel of mercy he had first believed she was. He took, his body needed it and he wasn't smart enough to realize she was drugging him more.
"Now, as I was saying" You have to sacrifice of yourself if you want to obtain salvation. What you have taken from others you must give of yourself." And so the process was repeated and gone on and on until he was out of joints on his fingers.
She was pleased to discover that he had in fact murdered at least one innocent in his life of crime. Not that he had needed to confess him. The drugs and self-loathing overcame him more and more and brought those worst crimes to the forefront of his mind. However, it did fully justify the assessment that if he was not killed more would die" Or did it"
She began to question the more she took from him and the more she saw his mind alter. His perspective changing to see what he had truly done" Then they got to Samantha and she was filled with rage once more, though she showed none of it. Her voice grew colder as she questioned him and saw through his eyes as he answered.
Seeing through his eyes and hearing the repulsive thoughts that went through his head bothered her a great deal more than it did when it was victims unknown....Samantha was beautiful, weak and vulnerable. He had wanted far more than money from her. "It is your eyes that led you to rape before and they almost did again. Would you give up your eyes to prevent any more of these tragedies to occur?"
He was" Maybe some people could be stopped without death? She took his eyes that had led him astray, the tongue that had lied and threatened so many people, and she had already obtained the fingers which had been used to do harm".
She then informed him that he would not only be saved" He would be able to be a message. She penned out a letter:
The Saint of Killers has returned " change your life now or this will be the greatest mercy you receive.
She wasn't exactly the merciful type and starting now was a new thing" But this wasn't her typical case. So she wouldn't act in her typical fashion. Evolution is the key to survival after all. He was found at the hospital with that letter. Word of it would surely reach the papers when the crime was reported.