Sarah woke up in a dark room. She tried to move, but found that her hands and feet were bound to the floor.
“Help! Can anyone hear me?”
A masked Endymion turned on a light and stepped to her. “You can scream all you want. No one can hear you.”
“Who are you? Why are you doing this?”
“My name is Endymion and I’m doing this because…” He thought for a moment, “because I like cat and mouse.”
“W-What are you going to do to me?”
“Be patient my dear. Patience is a virtue. One must never rush through the important.” He straddled her thighs and ran a hunting knife down her chin, on down to the hem of her skirt.
“M-Mister, please don’t do this…”
He set down the blade as if he were at a tea party setting down a china saucer.
She shuddered as his hand brushed her thigh. He then viciously ripped her skirt and panties off. She started to scream again which excited him.
When he had ripped all of her clothes off and her screaming had died down to whimpering he stared at her naked body. He traced her nipples with his finger tips and fondled her.
When he stopped he stared into her eyes and whispered, “I want to hear you scream.”
He took off his belt and started beating her with it. He reveled in the way she squealed and writhed in her bindings.
By the time he was done her body was beet red and had started to swell in some areas.
He remembered the way his dad had beat him with a switch and then had doused him in ice cold water to reduce the swelling…It stung like hell.
He smiled as he walked over to the sink and filled a bucket with water. He then dumped the water over her. She didn’t scream which disapointed him but she shivered in the cold.
He knelt close to her head, “Are you cold?”
She nodded.
“I’m sorry.” He brushed his hand down her cheek and kissed her gently to distract her as he picked up the knife. “I want to see inside you.”
He plunged theknife deep into her chest cavity and watched her eyes widen while she screamed. He pulled the blade down to her naval, but it was too much for Sarah and she passed out.
He was sad that her eyes had gone out, but he could still play with her. As with Misty, he sliced her throat and plunged the knife deep into her chest. He then cut a lock of her beautiful almond hair to send Sue as a gift. He scrawled his note, enclosed the hair and started thinking about where to dump his used toy.
To be continued…