PHILANDERER'S AMOUR

CHAPTER 3. IN THE BASEMENT

Lanimer Woods, Ansbrunn Town, December 1, 2018   

Abigail's tears fell mostly for his love. She went towards him and tried to make him sit.

Caleb was disfigured because of the brutal battering that he received. His face was disfigured to the extent that he was hardly-recognizable.

While Caleb drew his last breaths, the man continued scrutinizing the girl. He observed her helpless stance and worrisome eyes. Then, the man glared at the ring upon his ring finger that he confiscated from Caleb and looked delighted.

On the other hand, She uttered nothing but found herself lost in a flood of ceaseless hysteria. That man's constant smile distressed her furthermore.

Evidently, the man broke the silence and uttered in a hoarse voice, “ Come! Sit on my lap”.

She averted her gaze towards him and inquired, “Would you let him leave if I do so?”

The man had a jovial smile and uttered, “Do you want me to come over, my butterfly?"

The girl shook her head in disapproval and realized that she didn't possess the free will to make the choice.

Just when she stood up to abide, she haltered her steps in between as she saw him holding a knife.

The man raised his brows in discontent and gestured her to move further. The blade of the knife seemed greasy as it contained dark red deoxygenated coloured substance upon it. She walked towards him at a much slower pace.

His smile hadn't faded, and he continued maintaining eye contact with her. His azure eyes held dominance, insanity and supremacy, while hers were just filled with baffling terror. It was hard for her to even look into his eyes, but she did.

She knew that ‘eyes' were the windows to the soul, but he was just vacant. His big inexorable eyes held nothing but darkness. The very darkness that she was witnessing while staring at him.

Just when she reached closer to him, he drew her lower by pulling her through her robe.

With a faint shriek, Abigail fell downwards and threw herself at his feet. She bowed and kept her hands upon his feet. While continuously sobbing, she managed to whisper, “I beg you, leave me !”.

He raised her head and kissed her cheek. She was astonished by the caress, but it somehow calmed her anxious mind.

Then, he made her lie on his lap while facing downwards. She didn’t comprehend the intricacies of the situation and lied with distrustful eyes.

Her fears and panic started kicking in when she realized that he removed her robe and had a clear view of her undergarment.

“ No! No !”, she yelped and her sobs became apparent.

He stroked her hairs and gently smiled. Then, he giggled and declared, “You see, this knife is very special to me. I aided your father in relieving him from his worthless life through this only. He was so glad when he died. He had this beautiful smile. No, Pardon me! He had this unforgettable expression on his face when he was dying. I felt concerned and helped him further in providing him with the privilege of dying with a happy face. I drew a smile on his face with this very knife. I wish I could show you how pleased he seemed with his death afterwards. The blood that is engraved in this very knife is your father’s blood. But, now it will get to have more as I am in the mood for some carving".

Abigail cursed her very own existence and tears welled in her eyes. She tried to free herself by throwing her legs but was pushed down by the man. He held her neck from behind and slapped her butt cheek. She screeched in pain, and the tumult of mingled emotions subsided in a flood of tears.

She wailed for mercy, but he didn’t stop. After slapping her for a considerable amount of time, he placed a kiss upon it. She was disgusted with herself. In her mind, she wished for death than witnessing this painful humiliation.

The man tore her garment with his knife and observed her bare bottom. She tried to wiggle out of his grip but was shunned with another hard slap on her butt cheek. He continued to do so and his fingerprints became quite visible on her skin. She screeched in pain while witnessing the horror. Her painful cries echoed in the basement. She turned her head to catch a glimpse of the demon. He still had that smile on his face. It was as if it was the only expression he knew. Though he was atrocious, his smile was gentle, and it was obvious from his expression that his acts of brutality delighted him.

After getting hit constantly, she had no strength to move. She lied there in pain upon his lap while facing downwards and holding tears in her eyes.

He fisted her hairs from behind and whispered in her ear, “The night has just begun, my butterfly. We have several other things that will require your attention, and will serve my amusement”.

Abigail found it hard to stay conscious because of the overwhelming pain, but she managed to utter few words with discomfort, “Forgive me, I will never do that again. I will never kick you”.

The man looked at her with bewilderment and began laughing. He lifted her face and left a kiss on her cheek.

Then, he held the knife in his hand and positioned it next to the skin of her bottom.

She suddenly felt the cold metallic tip of the blade upon her skin. In an instant, she realised the thing that would precede next and began to whimper like a child.

Her cries were very loud, as loud as a child’s first cry is when he is born. The only difference was that the child’s cry symbolized life, whereas her cries were the indication of the death that awaited her.

The cold metal tip of the knife penetrated her skin and blood began to ooze out of her wounds. While he was engrossed in carving a pattern upon her, her continuous wails knew no bounds.

After crying for almost an hour, her throat went soar. She still cried but in silence, as she wasn’t capable of making sounds anymore.

After finishing his artwork, he lifted her and made her sit on his lap. She whimpered in pain as she was sitting upon the wound that was carved upon her bottom.

He held her in his arms and kissed her neck. She tried to resist, but her movements were haltered by his atrocious pinching of her butt.

Then, she heard a whisper in her ear that threw her into a panic. He asserted, “I wish you could catch a glimpse of my artwork. It is a butterfly with disintegrated wings. Don’t fret! You will like it. One more thing, your fiancé, Pardon me, I mean ex-fiancé will be dead soon. Let’s wait for few more hours and then we will have s*x right in front of his corpse”.

The girl gaped at him in disbelief, her head began to spin and her vision got blurred. She tried to curse him, but her voice couldn’t escape her mouth.

After feeling helpless and pitiful, the tears sprung from her eyes and she subsequently became unconscious.

He patted her cheeks, but she didn’t wake up. So, he grabbed his knife and made a small cut on her neck and began licking it. Abigail regained her consciousness only to discover the man leeching her blood.

‘At him, when she could glance at him, she found herself filled with disgust accompanied by a strong feeling of affright.’ He sucked her neck and licked her wound constantly which made her flinch and whimper.

She tried to push him but was brought back with his one pull. Then, he removed her bra and began to touch her inappropriately. She felt disgusted and tried to remove his hands while continuously trying to build the distance between them.

He removed his tie and tied her hands with it. Then, he laid her on the floor and stood up. Then, he made swift steps toward Caleb. With every single step he made towards Caleb, the terror struck Abigail's wailing heart.

Thereafter, he lowered himself and brought his fingers over to his nostrils. Since he observed that he didn’t breath anymore, he closed his eyes. Then, he averted his gaze towards Abigail. Abigail managed to look at him by suppressing her fears.

This was the first time he had a stern expression upon his face since Abigail saw him.

Then, an abrupt change took place in his stance and he laughed and exclaimed, “My butterfly, it is time to get laid”.

Abigail's world came crashing down and she began to agonize over Caleb's death.

While Abigail whimpered and trembled, the man picked up the corpse and tied him to the chair once more and opened his dead eyes.

After looking at him, Abigail began to screech in a broken voice and trembled tremendously.

Thereafter, he glared at Abigail and asserted, “Now, he could witness our passion as a spectator. Let us begin. Shall we?”