I sat on the bed, just staring at her. The flying doll. Her sexy dress really added to the whole doll look.
She took a few minutes to finally get that screaming wouldn't get her anywhere, and then just started sobbing.
I
gently took off her dress - as gently as I could, considering she was
still in the air, and wasn't really in the mood to help. She was just
perfect, other than the handful of scars that adorned her body. I traced
a couple of them with my fingers, making her shiver, before taking out
the knife once more. Yet again I rested it's tip against her neck.
This
time she didn't have the strength to say anything anymore. She was
practically in shock. I had to get her out of her trance. I slowly ran
the knife down through her skin, from her chin to her belly. A shallow
cut, barely skin deep, just enough to snap her back into reality. She started whimpering, again
mumbling nonsense. Good. That was better than silence.
The door opened abruptly. Andrei. Who apparently couldn't keep his word. He was grinning, as always.
"What the hell are you doing here, Andrei. I thought you had said you wouldn't so much as look?"
He
pat my shoulder. "Well... Of course I couldn't help looking, Sandy. And
since you were doing such a great job... I had to come and see it
firsthand. I'll just sit in a corner and stay quiet, I promise."
I
tried to focus back on the girl, but the madness, the trance, had been shattered.
Now I knew for sure, yes, this was another test. I took a deep breath. I had to
go further.
"Hey, honey. Look who came to see you." Shit. Why the hell did he have to come? ... Still, I had to do this. I Had To. I tried my best to sound confident, to hide the slight tremble in my voice. "Aren't you happy? Didn't you say you like him?" The grin finally came back to my eyes. "Well. Let us walk you to hell, then."
She kept sobbing, not
really hearing me anymore. The whole suspension thing had taken a huge
toll on her sanity. I mentally glanced at Andrei. Her state couldn't stop me.
I took a deep breath and went on to slowly carve a big x on her back -
this time in deep cuts, to the point it started bleeding quite a lot.
All she did was whimper pathetically.
I was so deep inside my
mind, thinking on what the hell could I do next, that I jumped in place
when Andrei hugged me from my back, his hands like vices clamping onto
my arms.
"Holy shit, Sandy. Look at what you've done."
It
was his usual eerie murmur, but this time it was full of pride - for
me. I couldn't help closing my eyes. His strong grip almost hurt, making
me clench my teeth.
"Now, don't let her bleed out,
boy." His hands slowly but surely crawled up to my shoulders. "Kill
her." His grip ever tighter, my heart skipped a beat as he went on, his
voice ever so more disturbing. "Let her blood taint your soul, Sandy. Let go."
I
went into a trance as his hands let me free. Andrei could be a master
of words when he tried. For the last time I made her look into my eyes,
raising her chin with my hand. She was still mumbling nonsense. Guess
she hadn't heard him. I slowly raised the knife to her neck, and in an
even slower motion, cut through her throat, letting her blood soak me, always staring into her eyes. I saw the flame smothered,
life turned into ashes.
I closed my eyes. No matter how many
times I saw it, I would have sworn I'd never get used to it. I felt
his arms wrapping around me, this time a soft, lovingly caress. Still
in a trance, I let my head fall back into his shoulder as his embrace
got slowly tighter.
"Feel it, Sandy. Let it drown you."
He softly guided my hand, the knife, to her belly. I couldn't do
anything other than watch as the knife cut into her abdomen, as he let
it fell to the ground. My hand still into his, we reached inside her,
took her entrails. His steady breath sent my heart racing as he gently guided my
hand, full of bloody guts, to my face, smearing it all over as I closed
my eyes, blood and bits dripping everywhere.
