The Skin Worshipper

The Skin Worshipper

  RB Schalin

  Copyright 2013 by RB Schalin

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  Disclaimer: This story is and the characters in it are figments of the author's imagination

 

  Chapter 1

  He slowly comes back out of blackness and into a strong white light. His head hurts and he is disorientated. There is a strong pungent smell that makes him nauseous. He tries to hold back, but he can’t and he vomits on the floor he is lying on. That’s when he notices he is naked. He looks around for his clothes, but he can’t see them. He does notice that he is in a cage about six feet high and maybe eight feet by eight feet. He tries to stand up, but has to keep his head down. He realizes he is alone in the cage. Where is she, where is Katie?

  "Katie!"

  No answer, everything is quiet. He begins to notice more things outside the cage, the room is large, rectangular and white. In the ceiling there are double fluorescent light tubes making the room well lit, the light bouncing off the walls. A few feet from the cage door there is a black plastic sheet, making it impossible to see what is behind it.

  Then he hears a sound. It's like someone is ripping fabric apart, and he calls out, "hello, anyone there?"

  "Wait,’ says a tired voice from behind the sheet.

  "Please open the cage. Where is Katie, where is my wife?"

  "I said wait, I will be with you in a minute."

  Anger takes over and he grabs the cage bars and tries to shake them, but they are solid, and won’t move.

  "Open the fucking cage now!"

  There is no answer, but the ripping sound continues, then some sighing and more ripping.

  "Hey, I said open the fucking cage, or I will kick your sorry ass when I get out of here."

  "Idiot, now you gave me a good reason not to open the cage."

  The ripping has stopped and he can hear footsteps walking around behind the sheet, then suddenly the sheet drops.

  First, he doesn’t understand what he is looking at, but his brain slowly puts it all together and when he realizes what it is, he screams out in agony.

  "Isn’t she beautiful," says a voice to his right.

  He can’t take his eyes of what is in front of him, his brain tells him to look away but he can’t.

  A man walks up to the cage, and he is naked. He has glasses and his hair is neatly combed. His build is strong and he is of average height.

  He looks at the man in the cage who is sobbing quietly, not taking his eyes off the thing in front of him.

  From a wooden construction hang’s a body, the legs and arms held away from the body and tied to steel loops in the thick beams. There is a rope around the body’s neck, which is attached to the top of the construction.

  The body has no skin, he can see the muscles and sinews and the blood dripping down on the floor. Only the head has its skin attached, and it’s Katie’s face he sees.

  "What have you done?" He sobs.

  The man takes out a cigarette and lights it with an old Zippo, and after taking a couple of drags he turns his head towards him and says, "I flayed her, and her beautiful skin is now being hung in another room. I will then de-flesh it and clean it, after that it will soak in salt water for some time."

  He sounds like he is reading a recipe for his favorite dish, no emotions just fact on fact.

  "Later I will place her skin over a polyurethane mannequin, and add glass eyes and a wig, I will make her up and take her upstairs to meet the rest of my family."

  The man in the cage falls to the floor, trying to understand what is happening. All he can remember is that their car had a flat tire. He was on the ground, taking it off and Katie was standing behind him holding the bolts, after that everything went black.

  "You have to forget Katie now my friend, and begin to think about yourself. You have two choices, either I kill you and flay you after, or I do what I did to dear Katie here, flay you alive."

  The man screams again.