Love Only In Death, Page 3
Mathew Hall
her hand, he said in a low toned scary growl-like voice, "Do you remember when you mentioned you'd be by my side forever?"
Elizabeth screamed realising that once again there was only one person she has ever said that to... The tool's blades pressed against the top and bottom of her index finger, more and more pressure was applied as she screamed so loud in the excruciating pain... The blades cut through her skin like scissors on paper. The blood spilling out simply lubricating the blade as it readied to break through the bone. Elizabeth could not stop screaming, as if the mental scars were not enough, how could a person be driven to do such horrible things such as this...
Crack! A huge scream from Elizabeth as the secateurs smash through the bone and Elizabeth's index finger falls to the wood beneath her feet and rolls under the chair she is nailed to. The man bends down and picks the finger up, on his way back up he says... "Well, now a part of you always will be with me." He passes her a plastic cup of water and a slice of bread to keep her sustained, she scoffs the bread and downs the water as if she'd not consumed anything in years. Elizabeth, screaming less but more crying watches him as he turns away.
She notices he never picked the box back up, she drops the cup and with her dismembered hand she picks up a spanner from the box and as loud as she could she screams and with such force, swings the spanner and it collides with the back of his head with a huge crack. He falls to the ground in silence. Elizabeth seizes this opportunity and tries to stand up, forgetting the 6-inch rusty nails keeping her attached to the chair. She screams aloud and sits back down as fast as possible. A couple of seconds for a deep breathe to prepare her self and she starts to slowly lift herself up, the pain was terrible as the nail slid through her leg, once again, this time though it's the head of the nail first.. It squelched as it slid through her leg allowing the blood to seep through the gaps as it tears through the bone, tissue and muscle. Then in one big deep breath she threw herself up, the nail sliced through her leg cutting her more, snapping her thigh bone and tearing her skin. She screamed so loud and fell straight to the floor gripping the wounds on her leg then wrapping her hand up with the cardigan she was wearing. After tending to her wounds she began to slowly limp towards the stairs, avoiding his body.
She stops for a moment to unveil the mask. She reaches down at a snails pace, shaking with nerves and fear still. Just as she is about to touch the mask, she notices him breathe deeply. At this she runs, as fast as she can in her less than able state, up the stairs and opens the door. At first, the light hurts her eyes due to being in the dark for such a long time, but as soon as she can she climbs out. She notices something very strange. she is in her own garden. The door was covered by artificial turf, the only patch of grass that was not overgrown.
At this she is shocked and utterly confused but right then, all that mattered was getting away. She limped into the house breathing so heavily and constantly looking back to ensure the man was not following her. She got into the house and ran straight to the phone, she called the police and was told to wait out in the front garden. She ran to the front door down the hallway looking behind her in fear and ran straight into someone, stood tall in open arms... Screaming and trying to get away she heard a voice telling her everything was okay and he's here now. Everything will be okay. The voice was Williams. She hugged him so tight, crying and thanking god he was there. She lifted her arm to his head to hold him with her unharmed hand and as she pressed her hand up against his head it felt moist and squishy. She looked at her hand and her face dropped in fear and disgust. She looked at William for a moment with a look as if to say... "It's you."
She tried to run and break out of his grasp but it was just too tight. He dragged her back out into the garden as she was kicking and screaming, down the make-shift garden cellar and nailed her arms and legs to the chair and her feet to the ground. She wasn't getting away this time...
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Elizabeth screamed realising that once again there was only one person she has ever said that to... The tool's blades pressed against the top and bottom of her index finger, more and more pressure was applied as she screamed so loud in the excruciating pain... The blades cut through her skin like scissors on paper. The blood spilling out simply lubricating the blade as it readied to break through the bone. Elizabeth could not stop screaming, as if the mental scars were not enough, how could a person be driven to do such horrible things such as this...
Crack! A huge scream from Elizabeth as the secateurs smash through the bone and Elizabeth's index finger falls to the wood beneath her feet and rolls under the chair she is nailed to. The man bends down and picks the finger up, on his way back up he says... "Well, now a part of you always will be with me." He passes her a plastic cup of water and a slice of bread to keep her sustained, she scoffs the bread and downs the water as if she'd not consumed anything in years. Elizabeth, screaming less but more crying watches him as he turns away.
She notices he never picked the box back up, she drops the cup and with her dismembered hand she picks up a spanner from the box and as loud as she could she screams and with such force, swings the spanner and it collides with the back of his head with a huge crack. He falls to the ground in silence. Elizabeth seizes this opportunity and tries to stand up, forgetting the 6-inch rusty nails keeping her attached to the chair. She screams aloud and sits back down as fast as possible. A couple of seconds for a deep breathe to prepare her self and she starts to slowly lift herself up, the pain was terrible as the nail slid through her leg, once again, this time though it's the head of the nail first.. It squelched as it slid through her leg allowing the blood to seep through the gaps as it tears through the bone, tissue and muscle. Then in one big deep breath she threw herself up, the nail sliced through her leg cutting her more, snapping her thigh bone and tearing her skin. She screamed so loud and fell straight to the floor gripping the wounds on her leg then wrapping her hand up with the cardigan she was wearing. After tending to her wounds she began to slowly limp towards the stairs, avoiding his body.
She stops for a moment to unveil the mask. She reaches down at a snails pace, shaking with nerves and fear still. Just as she is about to touch the mask, she notices him breathe deeply. At this she runs, as fast as she can in her less than able state, up the stairs and opens the door. At first, the light hurts her eyes due to being in the dark for such a long time, but as soon as she can she climbs out. She notices something very strange. she is in her own garden. The door was covered by artificial turf, the only patch of grass that was not overgrown.
At this she is shocked and utterly confused but right then, all that mattered was getting away. She limped into the house breathing so heavily and constantly looking back to ensure the man was not following her. She got into the house and ran straight to the phone, she called the police and was told to wait out in the front garden. She ran to the front door down the hallway looking behind her in fear and ran straight into someone, stood tall in open arms... Screaming and trying to get away she heard a voice telling her everything was okay and he's here now. Everything will be okay. The voice was Williams. She hugged him so tight, crying and thanking god he was there. She lifted her arm to his head to hold him with her unharmed hand and as she pressed her hand up against his head it felt moist and squishy. She looked at her hand and her face dropped in fear and disgust. She looked at William for a moment with a look as if to say... "It's you."
She tried to run and break out of his grasp but it was just too tight. He dragged her back out into the garden as she was kicking and screaming, down the make-shift garden cellar and nailed her arms and legs to the chair and her feet to the ground. She wasn't getting away this time...
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