5 Empty Shell (1/2)

Those blood red, cold eyes were devoid of emotions. The scars on her skin only made her all the more frightening. Her black dress was ripped at the hems, the patterns on it were simple and dirty from mud, and her frail limbs where white but bruised all over. She looked like a terrifying devil but once you looked at her closer she looked like a caged fox. She looked ragged, tired, and pained. However, it was all hidden under her madness. Her eyes displayed all her complex emotions.

Her anger.

Her sadness.

Her shame.

Her hatred.

But most of all….. Her Darkness.

She saw as the girl dragged the victim's body across the floor and tied him up on a corner.

She gagged him and hanged him on the wall. When her savior turned and looked at her, the model panicked.

”I-I I am Lindsey. Umm. Hm. Thank you for saving me.”

Seeing she was ignored, she could do nothing more than watch what would happen. Her curiosity would not allow her to leave. The girl took out some scissors and Lindsey could only look at the traumatizing scene in shock. She had never expected for a girl around her age to think of such torturous methods.

”Let me give you a good show.”

The girl smiled as she took up the scissors and cut the old man's hairline to peel off his scalp.

The old man woke up to an agonizing pain. His head felt numb and an electric current of agony coursed throughout his body. He let out a stifled screamed from the pain. He opened his eyes to see a familiar face except this time it was almost unrecognizable. It had the same scars, the same eyes, and the same lips but the two faces were somehow different. The eyes were filled with dark emotions that made his back fill up with cold sweat and those delicate lips were now raised into a cruel grin tinged with hatred and ridicule at the corners.

She hated him but seeing his expression of fear and shock was like bathing her dying soul in a purifying light. It was like gaining forgiveness from God after wandering the Earth, banished from humanity, for thousands of years. She reveled in the satisfaction of his blood-curdling silenced scream. Her lips where touched by her fingers and smeared with blood.

”Do you want to kiss me again? Look! I even put on lipstick this time. Aren't you happy? Hehe.”

At that moment, Lindsey put the pieces of the puzzle together and realized why the female devil was like this. She felt pity but glad such a thing happened. She felt conflicted. If such an incident hadn't happened then she wouldn't be saved but what about her? She must have suffered. This world was too cruel. Lindsey shook off her guilt and smiled.

[All that matters is that I'm safe.]

Nicolas watched as that scarred face grew increasingly evil. The girl inched closer step by step. Each step causing a tremor to run through his body. He felt trapped and haunted. He couldn't run or even move. Terror flashed through his eyes as he saw his entire scalp on her hands. Blood was slowly trickling down his face and making it a mystical canvas painted scarlet red. However, was that all she would do to him? Of course, NOT.

She needed to release all her feelings and a little bit of torture wouldn't be enough.

[What should I do next? Aish. I should have done some research on torture. This won't do.]

She turned to look at Lindsey.

”You said your name was lindy, huh?”

Lindsey shivered at her stare and responded, ”N-no its Lindsey”

”Okay, Lindsey, whatever. Do you know any torture methods?”

After seeing the girl's dazed and frightened look, it was clear to her that she did not, so she turned and ignored her once again.

Lindsey released the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

After she returned her focus to Nicolas, she resumed thinking of torture methods without realizing that every second that passed felt like torture to him already.

[Well since I already skinned his scalp off might as well do it to the rest of his body right?]

She looked at him and gave him the sweetest smile she could muster within all her hate, but that only frightened Nicolas more. She once again took up her scissors and slowly peel his skin off downwards.

Lindsey watched in terror as Nicolas' face scrunched up in agony and he let out muffled screams. His body twitched and foam came out of his mouth but the girl still slowly peeled his skin off to make him feel it bit by bit. She woke him up with a slap and made him watch as she pulled and ripped off his only form of protection. But eventually she arrived at the part that had defiled her and ruined her.