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"I love you." He whispers into her ear, tightening the last restraint. Tears streaming down her face, her pleas muffled by the leather strap across her mouth and chin.

"I love you not." He pulls out a pair of scissors from his pocket and snip a lock of hair, tossing it in the air behind him.

"I love you no more than you love me." He snips a second lock and tosses it on her face.

"When you still loved me!" His voice booms in the near empty room as he throws the scissors against the wall.

He paces around the table, checking the restraints to make sure they're locked down tight. He stops at her feet, tickling her right foot before he bends over and takes her toes into his mouth. He licks and sucks on them before chewing, gnawing the skin until he tastes blood. She tries to kick but all she can do is futilely wiggle her foot.

He spits her out; smiling with the blood covering his teeth, her whimpers music to his ears. He circles around again, stopping at her left hand laying palm up on the table.
"Warm hands are so cold." Telling her flatly, placing his hand on hers. His hand gropes the softness of her skin, tracing the outline of her hand only to stop at her index finger. Taking her index finger in his hand he rolls it backwards with a jerking force to snap it, the crack echoing through the room. Her screams continue to be muffled, the pain overwhelming causing her eyes to roll up as she blacks out.

"Where are you?" He whispers again, grabbing her by the face and looking into her dull eyes. He slaps her cheek in attempt to bring her back around.

"Where are you?" Slapping her again, her eyes roll around as she regains consciousness. He stares at the haziness in her eyes with a sneer. She focuses on him and screams again causing him to chuckle. He taps her cheek a few times before turning away and walking out of her sight.

"The girls are no longer pretty." His voice echoes along with his footsteps. She futilely struggles against the restraints across her body, she fights for air.

"It's no longer healthy to laugh…" His foot steps grow louder as he enters back into her vision, a hammer in his hand. Her eyes grow wide as he raises it above his head. He slowly peruses her body, pondering where he wants to swing it down on. Narrowing his eyes on her knee caps, he swings down with all his might on the left one. Before she even has time to register the pain of the first one he quickly raises up and slams the hammer down the other.

The strap can barely contain the blood curdling screams spewing out of her mouth. The pain of her devastated knee caps overload her brain causing her eyes roll up in her head again and her whole body goes limp. This time he isn't as concern for her being conscious or even being alive.

Flipping the hammer around in his hand as he walks to the head of the table, he stops and traces the outer edge of her face with the claw end. The cold steel against her skin, she doesn't even make so much as a twitch. So he raises the hammer above his head again. With as much force as he can, he rams the claw side down onto her chest; ripping chunks of her off as he yanks it back out and slams it back down repeatedly.

His face splattered in blood, her chest resembling hamburger, he tosses the hammer aside and pushes his fingers into her mouth. Gripping her cheeks in each hand, he jerks outward with all his might tearing her face apart in a jagged line. The ache in his heart doesn't fade away as he thought it would at the end. He looks up to the ceiling, staring past it as if looking for something more in the beyond.

"I look for you behind the light." He whispers to her as he pulls out the revolver from the back of his pants. A heavy sigh escapes him, his pain and anger still lives inside him, and he climbs up on the table. He lays down on his back side her, puts the gun in his mouth.

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"I love you." He whispers into her ear, tightening the last restraint. Tears streaming down her face, her pleas muffled by the leather strap across her mouth and chin.

"I love you not." He pulls out a pair of scissors from his pocket and snip a lock of hair, tossing it in the air behind him.

"I love you no more than you love me." He snips a second lock and tosses it on her face.

"When you still loved me!" His voice booms in the near empty room as he throws the scissors against the wall.

He paces around the table, checking the restraints to make sure they're locked down tight. He stops at her feet, tickling her right foot before he bends over and takes her toes into his mouth. He licks and sucks on them before chewing, gnawing the skin until he tastes blood. She tries to kick but all she can do is futilely wiggle her foot.

He spits her out; smiling with the blood covering his teeth, her whimpers music to his ears. He circles around again, stopping at her left hand laying palm up on the table.
"Warm hands are so cold." Telling her flatly, placing his hand on hers. His hand gropes the softness of her skin, tracing the outline of her hand only to stop at her index finger. Taking her index finger in his hand he rolls it backwards with a jerking force to snap it, the crack echoing through the room. Her screams continue to be muffled, the pain overwhelming causing her eyes to roll up as she blacks out.

"Where are you?" He whispers again, grabbing her by the face and looking into her dull eyes. He slaps her cheek in attempt to bring her back around.

"Where are you?" Slapping her again, her eyes roll around as she regains consciousness. He stares at the haziness in her eyes with a sneer. She focuses on him and screams again causing him to chuckle. He taps her cheek a few times before turning away and walking out of her sight.

"The girls are no longer pretty." His voice echoes along with his footsteps. She futilely struggles against the restraints across her body, she fights for air.

"It's no longer healthy to laugh…" His foot steps grow louder as he enters back into her vision, a hammer in his hand. Her eyes grow wide as he raises it above his head. He slowly peruses her body, pondering where he wants to swing it down on. Narrowing his eyes on her knee caps, he swings down with all his might on the left one. Before she even has time to register the pain of the first one he quickly raises up and slams the hammer down the other.

The strap can barely contain the blood curdling screams spewing out of her mouth. The pain of her devastated knee caps overload her brain causing her eyes roll up in her head again and her whole body goes limp. This time he isn't as concern for her being conscious or even being alive.

Flipping the hammer around in his hand as he walks to the head of the table, he stops and traces the outer edge of her face with the claw end. The cold steel against her skin, she doesn't even make so much as a twitch. So he raises the hammer above his head again. With as much force as he can, he rams the claw side down onto her chest; ripping chunks of her off as he yanks it back out and slams it back down repeatedly.

His face splattered in blood, her chest resembling hamburger, he tosses the hammer aside and pushes his fingers into her mouth. Gripping her cheeks in each hand, he jerks outward with all his might tearing her face apart in a jagged line. The ache in his heart doesn't fade away as he thought it would at the end. He looks up to the ceiling, staring past it as if looking for something more in the beyond.

"I look for you behind the light." He whispers to her as he pulls out the revolver from the back of his pants. A heavy sigh escapes him, his pain and anger still lives inside him, and he climbs up on the table. He lays down on his back side her, puts the gun in his mouth.