5 Empty Shell

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.

"Hmm. What should I do with this? I know! I'll help you feel more aroused and then…haha….ah…. I'll chop it off. Hehe."

Her eyes rose into crescents as she asked, "How about it?"

Nicolas' eyes opened wide with dread. He regretted getting her so much.

She walked away and came back and rapidly shoved something down his throat. He knew it was the same drug he had been using all along but this time it was used against him. His body quickly took its effect and started to feel uncomfortable. The feeling increased until it became excruciating. Both girls just watched as he howled from the pain. Their actions were the same but their expressions were worlds apart. One's face was drained of color and painted in terror. The other's face was full of life and invigorated as she relished in a feeling of satisfaction.

Eventually it was time to continue her masterpiece so she skinned the rest of his body slowly. After she was done, she looked at his fully erected bulge and smiled. She squeezed it and heard him moan in enjoyment but that didn't last long. She started to increase the strength in her hand but she suddenly stopped. She retreated and took out her knife. She held it against him and started to slowly open and dissect it.

"Hmm interesting. So this is what was inside the thing that humiliated me and destroyed me. It so…..disgusting. Old man look. Everything is spilling. Let me help you with that."

Nicolas had long since fainted and Lindsey had vomited countless times until she had nothing else to vomit out.

After some time Nicolas woke up for the third time only to see that the demoness had been waiting all along just to make him see his family jewels being chopped off.

She took her knife and slowly cut it off only to swing it around in front of him.

"Oh no, it fell off. What do we do?"

She looked shocked.

Both Lindsey and Nicolas felt like coughing out blood at the sight of her anxious and scared face.

[What's wrong with this psychopath]

After their feelings subsided, they heard the frightening laughter emerge again. Nicolas had been giving muffled screams out all along and it only increased at the sound of such laughter. Lindsey became increasingly pale and couldn't take it anymore. She had just been curious, why did she have to receive such a trauma? She dialed the police in secret but the phone ringed out loud. Her face showed despair as the devil's incarnation turned and ran towards her. She was caught but it didn't matter since the police were already on their way.

She shivered as she felt the aura of death looming over her. The girls crazed look was directed towards her.

"Oh dear. You called the police. Well, it doesn't matter everything will continue as planned."

Her crazed laughter erupted and resounded all over the house. She turned to the old man and started stabbing him without stopping. Eventually the old mans eyes dimmed and she rejoiced. She laughed but soon her laughter died down and her sobs came out.

She felt free but she was now empty. She was a shell without a goal and without a will to live.

The darkness around her only became more pronounced.

[There is nothing. My world is now pitch black. My soul is free but empty. I feel nothing. I am nothing. I thought I could remain clean in this filthy world but it told me otherwise. Now I'm like everything I have despised. I am everything I have hated.

My hands are tainted with blood.

My body is tainted by the greed of another man.

My soul has been corrupted by my own darkness.

But still, I don't regret my actions. What I regret is what led to these actions. Maybe it would have been better if I hadn't been born. Maybe it wasn't me but this world. Maybe everything would have been better in another place. How I wish to have been born in another world.

But its too late now.

I regret nothing but I think it's better to leave this world.

It is not worthy of me even now.]

She cried with such profound sadness that even Lindsey started crying. They cried until the police came. They arrived only to see a bloodied corpse and a girl crying and tied up. The last person they saw was girl crying tears of blood. She sat on the large bed facing the window. Her tears fell as the moonlight shined on her face. She looked ethereal despite her scars. She had a knife pointed at her heart.

The next scene was deeply engraved in all their memories. They all watched as the girls eyes fluttered open and reflected endless sadness. She stabbed her own heart after saying

"There is nothing left to regret", she then smiled sadly and ended her own life.