1 Bathed in red
#fiction
#horror
The cold wind blew gently but yet silently into the apartment and the cries of someone echoed round the small flat.
Ben stood still with a hammer on his left hand and his eyes red from rage and desire watching the struggle of his sixth victim crawl further in amusement .
His dark pupils fell on his hands bathed with red and the smell of bl**d oozed round the small room which felt pleasing
" Help!"
She crawled helplessly feeling the warm liquid drip down her skin into her eyes but still her hands continued to crawl with little pace and the silence of the night made her throat hurt from pain. Her eyes burned from every pain and struggle
"Help!"
She cried not wanting to die in such manner, she was still young and had so much to achieve but it felt like the deep old night had other plans for her weak limpy life. She felt her legs being dragged backwards and her bl**d dyed the tiled floor red with the hind of blue from the ray of the moon
"Please!"
She pleaded, feeling the coldness of the hammer on her legs and loud creak sounds of bones shuttering alarm her breathing heavily from the pains of her legs before feeling a cloth wrapped around her neck in a suffocating manner.
"Why the rush? There is still a lot of time left before the night goes let's enjoy it while it lasted "
The sickly words were enough to alert her of the continues danger that was yet to come and the tighten of her throat. It became hard to breath and wanting to relax and not fight, her eyes fell on the hammer which lay coldly with her blood by the side.
The loud sounds of laughter and footsteps echo into the front yard which lightened her hope, however before she could utter a word she spotted the hammer being lifted and then down her head and loud sounds of laughter ring in her eyes, she grew weaker, colder drifting away.
"Dirty"
The disgust was clear from the intruder's voice before dragging out her last breath, staring at her in disgust before flashing into nothing but the darkness .
The struggle was over but yet again Ben smiled satisfied at his master piece. He had won yet again
Author: Mira Amira
Igho Miracle
The mind of a sociopath
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