Butcher

*(Dedicated to a certain special Monster, you know who you are)

Chapter Four

Karyn's eyes twitched open at the sound of the heavy door, pulling her out of her nightmares into an even worse one. Her legs were still throbbing, burning. Just breathing was almost agonizing-her body covered with burns, bruises and cuts.

"Had a pleasant sleep, my dear?"

That voice, that fucking voice. Always so mocking, so cruel, so..

"I see poor Dave here won't be joining us for anymore of the festivities now, will he? His loss, really..wasn't it?" A bloody and purple-ish colored penis came into her field of vision and waggled about. It took her a few seconds to remember who's that was, and why it wasn't attached anymore. Her sore, tear-stained eyes let loose another wave of sobs at the painful realiziation that none of it was a dream. Both of her legs stopped at the knees, having been amputated the night before. Her entire face felt like one massive bruise. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and he'd managed to rip her clitoris off.

"I hope you're ready for another night, my little whore." She could see that hateful grin of his already, metal glinting off the overhead light.

"I'm going to fucking tear you apart."

A voice that might've been beautiful, if it hadn't been so cruel.

Kai's eyes drifted over Karyn's beaten form, shattered, helpless, beautiful. She was perfect.

He forced her up, threw her against the concrete wall besides the bed. She turned her head away from the ruined shape of her former lover, not wanting to see that mess of blood and flesh and agony anymore. His lips brushed over her cheekbones, across her neck and shoulder, sending shivers all over her. His long, spidery fingrers ran down her sides and curves, his nails digging into her hips. She winced and cried out against the wall, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"You are..such a perfect peice of trash".

He whispered into her ear, biting down hard on her shoulder. He pushed hard against her, forcing himself into her. He fucked her hard, slamming her battered form against the cold wall, leaving imprints of concrete all over her skin. He dug his fingers into her scalp and wrenched her head back, her cunt spasming around him. He pulled out and threw her to the floor, loving the heavy noise she made when she hit that hard, rough concrete.

She tried weakly to push him away, her hands flailing against his chest, her abused throat choking out sobs as he forced her legs up over her head and shoved himself into her ass. He forced her shoulders against the ground, her body contracting against him, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Scream! Scream, you little fucking whore!"

He backhanded her, splitting her top lip open. She cried out in pain, in fear, in exhaustion. She just wanted to die, wanted this to be over with. She stared up into his face, beautiful and filled with so much hate. His strange amber eyes locked onto hers, the edges of his lips twitched into that sinister grin.

"How can you do this...how can you be so fucking cruel?" She sobbed quietly, turning her head away from him, unable to keep up his stare.

Thrusting into her, his mind began to wander on the subject of  her question. How had this all started..

The pain thing, that was easy. That'd been there forever, or it might as well have. Kai couldn't remember a time when he didn't enjoy hurting someone or watching them be hurt. As a young boy, he'd found horror movies fascinating, the intimate death scenes specifically. While most boys his age were feeling the effects of puberty while watching soft-core romance flicks, Kai found himself entranced with movies like Halloween and the old vampire movies. The gorier, the better; The more drawn out and agonizing, the more it turned him on. One night when he was 12,  His father had come home to find him on the couch watching some old splatter movie, his hand fidgeting in his pants. He beat Kai so badly that for weeks, he couldn't walk without wincing, and he couldn't sleep on his back for over a month. After the beating, he'd been sent to his room, to 'think about what he'd done wrong'. Kai knew he'd done no wrong, no more than any man who jacked off to porn did (although his father didn't grasp this point, being a heavy Christian and denying his sexuality alltogether). He stood in his mirror, looking at the deep red belt marks over his back. He ran his fingers over them, feeling the raised texture against his fingertips, marvelling at how sensitive the welts were to the touch. He'd been confused at the time as to why he had a hard on, standing in his room and wondering what it'd feel like if he had been on the giving end of a beating like that.

But that was just the tip of his sadism iceberg, however. For years, Kai hid his desire to hurt others from his parents, as much as he could at least. He'd gotten in to fights near constantly at school, for 'being a fag', for being smart, for not being them. And everytime he'd sent them home with black eyes, broken bones, and a healthy fear of that weird kid in the corner. His parents had narrowly avoided several lawsuits (one of which was from a girl who's knee cap he'd obliterated with a hockeystick) and for this, Kai's father was always reminding him of how awful he was, how "Not even god could forgive a boy like him". He took their punishments, rehearsed his false apologies, and pretended to give a shit. As soon as they'd turn their backs, as soon as he was in his room, he'd go back to fantasizing, to drawing his dismembered girls, to pushing sewing needles through his skin. All through high school, he'd dream of prom queens in ball gags and metal collars, of cheerleaders cut to bits. He'd daydream in class of strangling the pretty girl in front of him, while writing it down in his notebook. He got in fights more often, and loved it more and more.

And then he met Amy.

Quiet, unpopular, unusual. Amy was the girl of his dreams. Amy loved the same movies Kai loved, the same music, and most importantly, she had no problem with his violent dreams. Amy was the first girl he'd ever had sex with, in her parents bedroom while they weren't home. Kai had been apprehensive about it, knowing more about the autopsy process than how to be around girls. He'd kissed her, his hands running over her back, his nails pressing just against her. She pulled away from him grinning, and pulled off her shirt. He'd been confused, terrified. He stared at her in awe, in obsession. She pulled him towards her and kissed his neck. He felt her hand against his thigh as she whispered in his ear.

"I want to fuck you. Now."

He'd had nothing to say to that, let her pull of his clothes in a frenzy, she crawled on top of him and began kissing him. She slid down around his cock, wet and tight and perfect. Her hands found hers, fingers tight around eachother's. She rode him for what felt like hours, raking her nails across his chest while she did. Neither of them heard the front door being unlocked, they were both too absorbed in eachother. Kai pulled her tight against him as he climaxed, cumming deep inside her. The bedroom door swung open it happened, Amy moaning too loud to notice until she heard her mother scream. Slapped out of his dream, Kai jumped up knocking Amy off of him, flailing to find his pants and be gone as quickly as possible. Amy's father, a huge fat mountain of a man, flew at him in a rage. He ducked out of the man's path and flew over the bed and out the front door. His pants were still unbuttoned, he'd forgotten his shirt, and he couldn't remember how to button his jacket. He looked down to see his hands shaking. All the joy that should've been there from his first time had vanished and been replaced with a sinking, dreadful feeling. Amy's parents would never let him in that house again, and he'd be amazed if they'd even let her see him. He ran home, heart pounding, brain already scheming.

Walking to school the next day he saw her across the road and booked, hoping to talk to her, praying that things would be alright. He could tell something was wrong before he even got all the way there, her usually perfect makeup was smudgy, her short black hair was fuzzed up, her dark lips were puffy from crying.

"Amy, what happened? Is everything okay after yesterday? I'm so fucking sorry.." She tried to keep walking from him and stopped, muffling her sobs.

"My parents won't let me see you again, Kai. They want to press charges, they're trying to say you raped me!"

Rape. The word bounced around his head, taunting him like some kind of rare delicacy.

"I didn't you know that..we.." He realized that his nails were digging into her shoulder, pulling her tight against him.
"I fucking know that, you idiot. I fucked you, you were too afraid to make a move so I figured I would first."

Her eyes were full of spite, and for all the world Kai couldn't understand why. They'd had sex because they loved eachother, he thought. It was a mutual thing, it was a beautiful thing..wasn't it?

"Kai..we..I have to break this off. I'm sorry, I just..I can't."

His heart dropped. He felt like the world stopped moving, his head was swimming. Unknowingly, his grip on her shoulder grew tighter.

"Amy, you can't..I love you, you can't leave me.."

She shook her head and pulled free from his hand, sighing heavy.

"I'm sorry, Kai. My parents will kill me if they see you anywhere near me, they're having all the teachers make sure we're not around eachother..they're even changing our classes.."

He felt something flick on in his mind, like a fan in a hot room.

"..I can kill them, Amy..I can make sure we'll be together."

Her eyes grew wide, her face twisted in disgust as she shoved him backwards.

"What, my parents!? You sick fuck, you're not killing anyone! I'm sick of your crazy bullshit, Kai. This isn't a movie! This is fucking reality, get over your stupid death obsession already. Great, and now I'm fucking late..."

She pushed him aside and ran the rest of the way to the school. He stood there, not caring if he was late or not. He didn't care who saw them, who heard the conversation. He felt his hands clenching into fists, nails digging deep into his palms. The pain felt good, but the skin giving way to his nails felt even better. He wondered how Amy would feel, her skin splitting open in front of him, her soft body giving way to his fists. Kai smiled, and began to walk to Amy's house. He had to plan her surprise.

History was impossible to concentrate on normally, having just broken up with a wannabe serial killer just made it harder. Amy sat there and pretended to listen to her teacher droning on, wondering if she should call the cops and have him arrested for the death threat. Maybe she'd get a restraining order, Kai seemed like the type to linger around and beg for another chance or some shit. Or maybe, she could just find a new boyfriend, to beat the piss out of him. The more she thought about it, the more nervous she got, knowing that Kai not only knew where she lived, but where her parents worked. She decided that skipping a few more classes wouldn't kill her, she could 'convince' some of her guy friends to give her the notes after anyway. History ended and Amy left through the side entrance of the high school, jogging nervously back to her house, hoping that she was just being paranoid. After all, what could Kai really do?

Just like she'd expected, Amy's house was silent, her parents weren't home. There were no blood splatters, no gunholes, no murder. She let a relieved sigh and shut the door behind her. She turned to go into her bedroom and stopped for a second. Something wasn't right, something felt off. She shrugged it off and went in, pushing the door shut. She dropped her messenger bag in the corner and began to unzip her long coat as she noticed her closet door ajar.

"Well, that's kind of weird..whatever"

She reached out to shut the door, feeling the sudden urge to look over her shoulder

"Thought we were over, didn't you?"

She heard his voice before she felt the sudden weight of him against her, holding her body against the wall. She screamed out, trying to fight him off. He caught her leg when she kicked at him and twisted, throwing her to the floor. Before she could scramble for the knife in her bag, she felt his boot come down hard enough on her chest to knock the wind out of her. She stared up at him, clawing at his leg. He looked insane, his eyes seemed to almost glow. His face split into a crazed grin as he squatted down onto her chest.

"I told you I loved you, Amy..you didn't seem to believe me..and if I can't have you, then none of those assholes will."

He traced her lips with his fingers, running his hands over her face. She shook her head and spat at him, kneeing him in the gut.

"Fuck you, psycho boy. I should've listened to everyone, you're fucking insane!' She tried to shove past him to get at the door, but he tripped her again, sending her to the floor.

"I'd say I'm sorry but, I don't feel there's a reason to lie to you, dear. It's not like you'll be telling anyone else our secrets."

Amy's head spun, the impact of her hardwood floor jarring her. While she was on the ground, Kai dug into his bag and pulled out a long, a pair of rubber cleaning gloves. He straddled her hips, feeling himself get hard all of a sudden. He smiled at her, holding her arms down with his knees. Amy was surprised at how strong he was, regardless of how lanky he looked. She bucked, tried to swing at him, kicked as much as she could and didn't manage to get him off of her.

"Listen, Kai, just get the hell out of here now and maybe I won't have to call the cops?"

He chuckled, pulling the bag off of her bed towards him. She began to say something else but his left hand shot out against her throat, choking it off. He tightened his fist, marvelling at the way her throat struggled to work, the way her voice wheezed. Something deep inside him went, he realized just how badly he'd always wanted this. He rummaged in the bag and pulled out a roll of ducttape. He pulled his hand off her throat just long enough for her to get barely a gasp and threw her onto her stomach. Kai pulled her flailing arms behind her and taped them heavily, no easy task with the large rubber gloves. He did the same with her ankles, until her range of motion was squirming and craning her head to try and bitch at him. He rolled her onto her back and stood up to admire his work.

"Alright, enough of this shit Kai! This isn't fucking funny! I broke up with you and that's it, you're not going to scare me into taking you back so FUCK YOU!"

He laughed, shaking his head.

"Oh, Amy. You always were a little stupid for me. This is indeed, very funny. It's just a joke that's a little, how can I say this, at your expense? You see, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you, and get rid of you. Your parents don't care about you, they just want to brag about their smart little college girl someday. No one likes you, I'm the only one that ever gave a damn. And soon, no one will ever know you existed. Well, except for me." He laughed again and began to cut off her shirt with a pair of scissors from her desk. Her face began to change from anger to nervousness, which she tried uselessly to hide. He tore what was left of her shirt off, tossed it into his bag. A few snips down the front and her miniskirt came off without a problem. Lying there in her bra and thong, he was reminded of the previous day when they'd made love. This would be different, much different. The anticipation was driving him crazy, he dick was throbbing against his jeans. He hooked the scissors under a strap on her thong and snipped, ripping the rest of it off. Amy stared up at him in fear, her eyes huge like a deer's. Kai relished that look, took it in, wallowed in it.

"Kai..please don't..please don't fucking do this.."

He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his knees, his hardon rubbing against her skin. He straddled her, pushing deep into her pussy. The other day, it'd felt great, her on top of him bouncing, laughing, loving it. Today, it was incredible. Tears were welling up in her eyes, she was gritting her teeth and swearing at him, her pussy was contracting around him. And this time, he was the one who was laughing. It was beautiful, it was perfect. It was right.

He pulled out of her and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head into his lap. Her lips slid over his cock, makeup streaming down her cheeks in little black floods. She gagged at first as he pushed into her, until her lips were brushing his pubic hair. His eyes fluttered, his body shook. He moaned, twisting his fingers in her hair. He pulled off his belt and slipped it around her neck, tightening it. He listened to her gasping between slurps, sobbing when whe wasn't sucking his cock. He felt himself come, spurting into her face. He pulled her up by her hair to see his come glistening on her face, mingling with her eyeliner. She was shaking, she was terrified. She knew what was coming. Kai kissed her deeply, feeling her recoil from him. He threw her onto her back and dug into his bag again, pulling out a long hunting knife.

"You know, my dad gave this to me years ago..I always knew I'd find a use for it." He ran a finger over the edge of it, blood welling up a second afterwards.

Amy clenched her eyes tightly shut and cried, pleading with him.

"Kai, please no! Please, just don't fucking kill me, I won't press charges, I won't even tell anyone! I won't leave you just please, don't fucking kill me!"

He moved her legs apart as much as he could and split open her lips with her fingers, looking at her pussy. He ran the tip of the knife against her wet cunt, poking at her clit. He smirked when he heard her suck in her breath, terrified. Without a warning, he rammed the knife into her and twisted it violently. He fucked her with it, blood pouring out of her, small bits of flesh falling around the knife. She began to scream, her body shaking in agony. He shoved one of her socks into her mouth, to keep her a little quieter, and went back to the knife. He watched as slices of her flesh fell, until her pussy seemed to be a puddle of blood and chunks. He wrenched the knife out and buried it into her left shoulder, wiggling it around a bit. Amy's eyes rolled back as she fainted, from blood loss or pain, or whatever. Kai didn't care, as he felt her bleeding, wet cunt pulling him in again. He looked down to see his cock covered in her blood, trickling down his legs, saturating her rug. He pounded her, raking his nails over her tight little stomach, his balls slapping against her ass. He bit down on his lip, groaning loudly. He could barely believe this was happening, it was like a million of his dreams only better. He could feel her heard pounding, her body shaking, her pussy..It was too perfect. He wrenched the knife from her shoulder and waited until her eyes fluttered open again, blood trickling out of the edges of her mouth.

"Kai..I...I..hate..you.."

She gurgled out as he slit the knife across her throat, and rammed the heel of his hand into her windpipe. Amy's body spasmed, her eyes rolling back into her head, her lips twitching. He felt her beginning to go limp, felt her heartbeat beginning to weaken. Kai realized now that he'd just killed her, just murdered her. He'd ended someone's life. He laughed, loud and hard. He kept pushing into her cunt, grabbing ahold of her tits and squeezing them. He kept at it until it hurt, until he couldn't hold himself any longer and came inside her, filling her shredded insides with his cum. He pulled out, a long stream of red and white clinging to his dick. He pulled open her lips, her dead lips he thought to himself, and forced his dick inside. He sat there for a second, until his cock went soft, wanting to cherish this moment for as long as he could. He pulled himself out and wiped his dick off on the inside of the bag he'd brought with him. From the same bag, he pulled out a brand new saw he'd 'borrowed' from his father, and set to dismembering her. He couldn't believe what he'd just done, more than that he couldn't believe that it'd all worked-so far, at least. He had to keep in mind, his plan was only 3/4 through. As he severed Amy's head, he looked into her dead eyes one last time. Such a beautiful girl, so many good times. He smiled to himself as he wrapped that in saran wrap and put it in the bag, with the rest of her limbs. Now, only her torso remained. He ran his fingers over her neck, licked the blood off of it, pushed his dick into her pussy for the last time. He fucked her torso, pushing his gloved fingers deep where he'd severed her head. After he finished again, he cut her torso in half, wrapped those and threw them into the bag with the rest. He didn't have long now, as the bag was painfully heavy and regardless of the saran wrap, would begin to smell soon. He changed into another set of clothes he'd brough with him and tossed the dirty ones into the bag with the rest of his dirty secrets, and headed for the Susquehanna bridge. As he set the bag of his former girlfriend into the river, he felt a bittersweet pang in his chest. Not for killing her, not in the least. He sighed, wondering if he'd ever be able to feel that again, hoping that this first wouldn't be his last.

Kai snapped back to 2008 and remembered what he was doing, staring down at Karyn's helpless body. He pulled his cock out of her and thrust it into her mouth, facefucking her hard against the ground. His hips rammed against her shoulders, her head bouncing off the concrete. He finished and pulled out of her, slamming her skull heavily against the ground. He pulled his pants back up and stood, looking at her. No, Karyn was no Amy. She'd cracked too easily, too..they all did..maybe it was all futile. He was starting to think he'd never find another one like his first, no matter how much he tortured a girl or destroyed her, it was nothing like Amy..even Mandy, as wonderful as that'd been, hadn't been the same..Maybe it was the connection, maybe because at one point Amy had cared for him, that it had felt so good to destroy her. Kai didn't know, and he didn't care too much. A swift kick into Karyn's ribs, her contorted little body, it made him smile. He would keep looking until he found the perfect girl, the perfect experience. And then after that, he'd find another one. And another. He always did. He chained Karyn back to the bed with Dave's corpse, shut off the light, slammed the door, and went back to the rest of the world.