WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO FOR ME?

So, everything began in a very usual high school where I was learning. We learned together, but as time passed, she gained some interesting features. Although we had brief contact, everything was changed by the time we finished school and started university.

I can’t forget when I entered university. I felt like a lamb who had no friends and big hopes. University differed from school it wasn’t all that fancy desks, chairs or enormous library it was all about studying there and as the time passed, I was sure that my life would not be the same. At that moment, she came back to my life. You know it is hard to give a relic of your past a place in your new life. But I somehow shifted from my group of new friends to her and back.

We worked hard but finally filled the hole in our relationship and became good friends. Her appearance was gloomy and passive. She dressed all in black or dark colors. Never wore a makeup or jewelry. Listened to loud and chaotic music (well to be honest I liked that music very much because I kept finding unfamiliar words, meanings and sounds every time I listened to it). Although I kept filling that better feelings were trapped inside of her and as kept telling me the reasons she got like this, I was made more and more sure. Although she told me everything and then I went to see her house I had every proved that she was not suitable for her life. So, this is how it all began:

On September 29 I took my first step into university I had no clue where to go or what to do. She got there first, had all the procedures done and was hanging out with freshly made friend although you could spot her easily in that crowd but if you looked closely, you could see that she was heart and soul of the company. I didn’t greet her, but I knew she saw me. She always had a sharp look, but she did the same. Soon I found people like me and we did all the procedures.

It happened on December 4 we ran into on an exam and had to say a few words. After a brief heartless conversation, we both sat soundless we had nothing to talk about, but I noticed she was comfortable with the silence so I didn’t dare to bother. It wasn’t the best exam I took, but I passed.

Then time passed we kept running into each other and with this brief conversation we got closer and on new year I was invited a party which was held by her parents. When I was driving to her house, it looked very creepy. I have heard about these grounds and the stories were not all pleasant. But I get heard my courage and went in the gates opened themselves and the driveway was not in the excellent condition it wouldn’t be a problem but the mist covered the ground and it was hard to drive without shaking. Not to my surprise most of guest didn’t attend this new year party as she said they preferred company of their families. To my surprise, she was happy. Although everything there was surprising me, even her parents. I had a feeling that this party was just a test which I had to pass on excellent or the consciences would be fatal for me. I excused myself and asked where men’s room was. On the way there I was attacked by a mysterious person although I was working out and could lift some heavy weights, I couldn’t overpower this man. When I came to my senses, I found myself tied onto a board. it was a torturing device which stretched person until his legs and feet ripped off his body and by my head she was sitting. She said:

- Now you’re going to die.

- But why? - I asked.

- But why?! Because it is exciting, isn’t it?

- No, it certainly is not. How can you say that?

- It’s easy I like to see a person’s last breath and tears; I like to hear their agonizing shouts and simply I like to torture. This is my playground and look you are not only one, you have friends here. But they are riding other attractions.

- You monster!–I spited on her face.

- OH! Feisty I like it for the bonus you won’t die until you ride all the attractions, I guarantee you. You’ll become my most loving toy. Torture him well today.

At that night I felt the worst pain in my life and she sat by my head with a broad smile and curious look. When she got tired, she stood up and went to bed. All night they tortured me. At the crack of dawn, they stopped starching my limbs, and I passed out of tiredness. Sleep was short as I opened my eyes servant was laying a table in front of me. There was silverware and food in front of me. As soon as the table was ready, she came in. She seemed happy. She greeted me and sat down. As she ate, I felt hungry, too.

-how are you? Had a good night's sleep? -she started- are you hungry? Do you want anything?

-yes, in fact- I replied- can I have a civilized breakfast?

-I don’t know? Have you behaved? Stretching enough?

- mocking me, are you?

-well, we have to giggle time to time in here too.

She was in a good mood and presided to feed me sausage by her hand. As I enjoyed that sausage suddenly, she stabbed me in my hand with a fork and laughed at my expression of shock. Extremely hard torture occurred that day. As if she was not satisfied with what screams and grunts I had offered her, and she wanted to break my will. The flesh on my back and sides was torn apart by the fierce beating of a whip. Flesh and bits of muscles were cut off from my arms and feet, so it would ache on every step and move of my arms. My fingernails were removed and skin peeled off my fingers and palms. My cheeks were branded by her ancestral sigil. They pierced my mouth with needles. Weights were hung on my nipples and other sensitive parts. And my guts were beaten with a hot rod. Even thinking hurt. Even though they tortured me in that manner I could not pass away, they kept me conscious so I could see and feel everything.

That night it occurred, the most terrible thing that I could imagine. I was lying on the floor as they left me, not even had energy to crawl to my haystack. But before she came, as usual, came the butler and servants who brought a bed and made it. They brought a small chest and a chair with them as well. When they finished, they left. She came by the first light of the sun. I could not see clearly from all the torture and sleepless nights. She set down on the chair and asked the butler to put me on the bed and leave. The butler obeyed. Ad I laid on the bed as she approached, wearing some kind of night gown which covered her entire body down the neck. When she came closer, she jabbed syringe full of something into my arm. I thought it was poison and all this was some kind of farewell to a toy when she got bored and wanted to get rid of it, but I wish that had been the truth. What happened next shook me to my core. She stroked my hair gently, then went down to my brows and the outline of my eye sockets. Girls was so gentle as if I was some kind of ceramic doll; she was afraid to brake. I couldn’t think she could be so gentle, so soft and womanly. And when I close my eyes, took a calm breath and was ready to die at that moment, she slapped me as hard as she could. Pain and shock rushed through my body. Slap mark swole and burned up. I was in pain; she was laughing.

- Didn’t expect it did you?!- she said–wait till the next trick.

She gaged me and then I realized what was in that needle. With ought hesitation and no thought of doubt, she put herself on top of me and inserted myself into her. Filling was overflowing me. I couldn’t scream or shout, but made as much noise as I could. Pleasure and pain were too much. I forgot about the slap, tortures and everything before this moment. I wanted to escape; I wanted this to end. In any other circumstances, I would be more than happy with this kind of outcome, but not with her, and not like this. Exhausted from the torture, I could not move a muscle, couldn’t even shake her off me. Only things I had left were to watch as she used me and laughed at my facial expressions.

- Is this all you can offer?–she asked and slapped me again.–I thought you would have bigger, not this disappointment. Poor, poor your future wife, maybe it was better for her you ended up here. You are so pathetic walking with this between your legs. Maybe this is the reason you didn’t have any lovers. I injected that drug and still got disappointed. Yes, grunt and squeal as much as you want, but you will be my toy until I am done, u dirty pig.–with this said she put her nails in my wounds tearing skin open as blood flood out.–What? did you think I would bleed today?–she laughed with the most joys laughter.–maybe it would me better if we put some weight on it? Maybe we could stretch it? Or should I inject some hormones? Do you know what is the funniest thing? Even if you told anyone who would believe you? They would think of you as a wuss who couldn’t defend himself from a girl. You are truly pathetic pig smelling and laying in filth.–she whipped my belly with her hands.

This continued until she was satisfied. When all was over, she kicked him out of bed on the ground. Cleaned herself with with appliances from the chest and went out. One thing he could though was biting her hand until she released it by opening the wound on his arm. As soon as she left, the help came and took all the comfort from the room. He was lying on the icy floor naked as she left, not even removing protection. The effect of a drug lasted till noon when the sun was the hottest. Tortures continued. She kept her promise and hung a little weight on him. It felt as it would tear I off. As this took place, he said.

- I know how to have more fun.

- I am having great fun now with entertainment you are providing and look I was right it is stretching longer.

- Yes, but the fun I provide can end. How many tortures do you have? I might change but methods are the same.

- What are you offering me?

- We could commit unsolvable murder with your hands. You will feel everything firsthand and see everything from the first row.

- Interesting, but I understand this is a bargain. What do you want?

- I want to be a copilot. I always wanted to commit such a thing, but never had a chance. I even planed everything before I met you. If you want to know, I can tell.

- I am not interested. Resume torture till sundown and whip him too.

That evening, as she was prepared for her sleep, she looked at her hand. She saw the tooth marks and could remember everyone that they pooled out. She looked at it and smiled.

Next day he woke up in a soft and warm bed, all bandaged up. He missed that feeling of sheets touching his skin. This was not his cell. This was not his cell! He jumped out of the bed, hitting the floor and crawled to the door.

- Locked.

Lone word disturbed the silence of the room. It was her voice. He looked at her, confused. Let her know he was not trusting anything and would not fall for any of this like last time. On the other side of a room stood an armchair and, in that armchair, she laid, putting her legs over one armrest and resting her back on other. She had a thick book on her lap. It seemed she was reading while waiting for him to wake up. That was when he noticed that the bed was in a library.

- I changed my mind. Today you rest tomorrow you will tell me everything.

As she said that door opened and the butler came. He took him to his room and locked him there. This room was small, with bars on the windows. Room had a bed, sink, toilet and desk. It seemed this was a servant's room changed from him. He laid in bed not knowing any rest and fear, because when your outcome is death in any situation, you fear nothing.

Next day came. Servants had already arranged the room as he woke up. At noon, she came and set on her chair, looking at him.

- Start.

- I have thought of few criteria with which we can profile our victim. He or she must have no relatives, no job, no special skills or power to stop us and should not pay rent. So basically, a bum or an old person.

- I already have the target.

- Good now we need to spy on him or her. know activities, places and people around her or him. Who is the target?

- Your father.

- What? No, I refuse.

- You don’t get it do you? I want him, and you asked me to be my copilot, so I decide.

Here he understood everything hi father was up to, how he lived and how she played him in his own game. He had no choice. They started the surveillance and soon knew all about him. At first it was tedious, they knew all about him. Month passed, and they talked. In a week after that they knew place and time. At that moment, the target would be at his favorite bar. She would hire a girl who would make him drunk and after that they would do the deed. This was his chance.

The day came and everything was going as planned. Murderers were waiting in an alley. As the father passed by, he was shouted at.

- Father.–it had no effect, so it was repeated.

- Who is it? I am no father to anyone!

- I am your son.

- What? My boy, I thought you were dead.

- I have escaped. We must move. They are looking for me. Come follow me, we can’t stand in the middle of a street.–his nervousness rushed out as plan went to action, but it was no time for that. He must’ve acted.

They rushed into the ally as light and sound of a teaser ruined silence, which was followed with a thud sound of a body falling down. Father was on the ground. From shock and teasers in charge, he vomited. This was followed by hard kicking from his son.

- I know how you sold me. I will not forget, nor forgive. You scum.

- Enough.–she said.–I want pleasure for myself. You did your part well.

She took out a hunting knife and cut the father. She cut his face first, gouging out his eyes. Cut off his lower lip and put it in her purse. As she was about to cut his throat Son took the knife out of her hand and put in through her chest.

- Does this size satisfy you? I have my revenge. Today you bleed.

With these words he took the knife out, helped his father up and thrusted the knife in his neck. He looked as fathers’ lungs filled up with blood and heard sounds which were words at once. It was all over.

He went back to the can and set in. The butler started driving. They went out of town chatting about how she would not bother them anymore.

- If not you, I could not have done it. I will meet you here in three days.

- Understood.

As he was getting ready to leave the car, the door opened and there was she with a gun. Shocked, he could not say a word. Gun went off and the second time as well. He fell on the seat as blood poured from the wounds. His last expression never left his face.

- I think I found a gem for my collection.–she said.–Get his head done, then get rid of the bodies and find me another double.

- Certainly. One more thing, your new toy has arrived and is waiting for you.