Okay, without further ado...wait, did I spell that right? Eh, whatever. Without further ado, Blaze and I now present Chapter 5 of this epically amazing story!
Takuya: Epic, my ass...
Me: Eh, shut up. Nobody asked you. Now go join Kouji in his emo corner. Anyway, we hope you enjoy this chapter and when you're done, feel free to review.
From the Shadows: Tormented Soul
The next day
Kyrie groaned, her head feeling as though it had been hit with a hammer. It was pounding unrelentlessly, making her want to swallow an entire bottle of aspirin. However, in her position, she was unable to even pick up a single pill. She was tied to a chair, her arms secured to the arm rests with pieces of rope. Her legs were bound as well, restraining her completely.
"Just fucking great," she muttered, fearfully scanning the room.
She was in Geoff's living room, noticing that a camera was perched on top of the television set. Several stains were embedded into the carpet and floorboards, giving the area an ominous essence. Kyrie already knew what types of stains they were, as they were all too familiar to her. Although her left eye was still blurry, she could see that Geoff was nowhere in sight.
"Where is that bastard?" She blinked several times, eventually realizing that the fuzziness in her vision would not go away.
The knife that had been penetrated into her eye three months earlier had caused her to lose most of her vision. With a mirror hanging on the wall a few feet away, she could see that the ruby color in her left eye had changed into a lighter shade. It was noticable, but not too extreme.
Listening carefully, she couldn't hear the sound of Geoff moving around anywhere. Maybe he had gone out. Or maybe he was in the shower. Kyrie desperately hoped that it was one of those reasons. Not wanting to waste any time, the girl began to writhe, trying to break free of the ropes.
"C'mon," she grumbled, gritting her teeth as she struggled to get herself out of the chair.
The ropes weren't as tight as they could've been, and after a few minutes, Kyrie managed to get one arm free. With a triumphant smirk, she hurriedly untied her other arm and both legs, glancing around continually to see if Geoff had emerged from wherever he was. The dark-haired man remained out of sight, indicating he could, in fact, be away from his apartment for the time being. Kyrie chose not to stick around to find out and made a mad dash for the door.
She fumbled with the locks for a few seconds, finally twisting open the last one. Just as she began to yank the door open, it was forcefully slammed back shut. Kyrie spun around, coming face to face with Geoff.
"Trying to escape, I see," he said with an amused half-smile. "You made a good attempt, but it wasn't quite good enough."
Kyrie narrowed her eyes at him, then angrily struck him across the face. Geoff's head went to the side, and he tasted a bit of blood on his lip. Licking it away, he looked back over at the girl, who had rushed past him upon hitting him.
"They always run..." He followed the frantic girl, watching as she ran towards one of the rooms.
Kyrie tried to twist the knob, only to find that it wouldn't budge. She then realized that it had been locked from the inside, destroying her chances of entering the room. The only way to open the door was to push a thin piece of metal through the hole to push the lock, which Kyrie didn't have.
"Dammit," she hissed, now trapped between the end of the short hallway and Geoff.
"Don't be like that, Kyrie," he purred calmly. "You should be as happy as I am since I found you."
Kyrie scoffed. "Yeah, because I really enjoyed getting karate chopped in the back of the neck and dragged to this hellhole. What, did you inject me some crazy shit to keep me knocked out?"
"You needed your rest, and in all fairness, I put you in my bed before I tied you to that chair," Geoff told her as he casually leaned against the wall.
"Sick bastard," she snarled. "You better not have touched me!"
Geoff chuckled. "Oh, but I can't resist. I go...insane when I look at you. That blond hair doesn't exactly suit you in my opinion, but you look just as beautiful as ever. Even with your scarred back and injured eye."
Kyrie remained quiet, gingerly reaching up to touch the area around her left eye. She wasn't even aware that she was trembling, too terrified of the man before her to realize it.
"I've missed you so much, my love." Geoff took a step forward. "So, so much. But now we can be together again. Just you and me."
"Fuck you!" Kyrie exclaimed, deciding to take a desperate chance to get away from him.
She tried to barrel past him, hoping that he would be too slow to react. Unfortunately for her, Geoff was just as swift and agile as she remembered, easily grabbing hold of her as she attempted to surpass him.
"Let me go!" she screamed, frantically writhing to escape from his hold. "Let me fucking go right now!"
Geoff kept his grip on her as she feverishly kicked and struggled. "Calm down, Kyrie. I'm not going to hurt you. I could never hurt you..."
Kyrie suddenly elbowed him in the stomach, causing him to momentarily lose his hold on her. She ran past him and made a dash for the door, almost in a panic. Yet Geoff almost immediately recovered and lunged at her, knocking her onto the floor. He climbed on top of her, holding her down with her arms over her head.
"Let me go, you bastard!" Kyrie kicked her legs, hoping to get him in the groin. "Let me the fuck go!"
Straddling her, Geoff lowered his face to hers until it was only mere centimeters away. "I won't let go of you. I let go of you once and lost you for unbearably long time. But now that I've found you, I'll never let you go again. I love you, Kyrie."
He kissed her on the cheek, bringing his lips down to her neck a moment later. Kyrie let out a sob, squirming under his weight. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him off or wrench her arms free. She was trapped.
"You can't leave me," Geoff breathed, nipping at her throat. "I won't let you."
His member was throbbing harder than ever before, vibrating against Kyrie's stomach. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so aroused and excited. None of the girls he had been with even came remotely close to Kyrie in his eyes. They were nothing compared to her.
"You got away once, but it was my own fault." Geoff unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled his zipper down. "I should've been more careful. I should've kept a better eye on you at the time."
"Let me go," Kyrie whimpered, succumbing to her greatest fear. "Please..."
He smirked lustfully, pulling his pants and boxers down. "I love it when you beg. Maybe if you do it more, I'll listen."
However, the blond narrowed her crimson eyes, her face filled with anger. "Fuck you. I don't beg like a damn dog. If you're looking for some kicks, find a different way."
"I'm not asking for you to do it for my own enjoyment," he whispered, yanking Kyrie's skirt up.
Since escaping, the girl had worn the medical scrubs and coat that she had stolen from the nurse. After Geoff had brought her back to his place, though, he had cleaned her up and put her in a simple skirt and top that had been a school uniform from one of his victims. He had at least eight different schoolgirl uniforms in his apartment, as well as nearly twelve other pairs of clothing from other women he had abducted.
Geoff's tip was already wet and dripping with pre-cum, anticipating what was to come. Kyrie let out a frustrated and frightened cry, writhing beneath him. The man changed his position, getting in between her creamy thighs. Since he had not put any underwear on her, she was ready for his taking.
"Ever since you left, I have dreamed of nothing else than this moment right here," he murmured sensually into her ear. "I want this to be something you remember forever."
"What the fuck do you mean by that?" she snapped, doing her best to keep her composure.
Yet instead of answering, Geoff chuckled and bit down onto her neck hard, ramming his cock into her womanhood. Kyrie screamed, her face scrunching up in agony as he forced himself into her. With one hand, he reached down and grabbed onto one of her breasts, squeezing the firm mound in his hand.
"S-Stop it!" Kyrie yelled, trying to buck him off. "Get away from me!"
She continued to scream as his teeth broke her skin, quickly lapping up the beads of blood that emerged. His tongue ran over the area over and over again, savoring the taste of her blood and her sweet skin. Geoff thrust his hips back and forth, causing more friction to get Kyrie wetter. His hand then slid up her shirt, up to her bare chest under it. He pinched one of her nipples, causing her to whimper. Kyrie yanked one of her hands free, immediately using it to slap Geoff across the face.
The older man merely chuckled, bemused by her attempt to stop him. He crushed his lips against hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth. Kyrie tried to bite him, but found she was unable to due to the intensity of the unwanted kiss. She desperately smacked him again, grunting quietly as his member went in and out of her hot walls.
"I like it when you hit me," Geoff teased, finally breaking the kiss.
"Get the fuck off me!" Kyrie punched him in the face, near his nose.
A dribble of blood leaked from one of of his nostrils, dripping down onto Kyrie's cheek. He then grinned sadistically and began to pound into her as hard as he could, causing the girl to cry out. Kyrie unwittingly grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to brace herself a bit as he savagely raped her. She could hardly breathe, and felt him grab hold of her face between his hands. Geoff gave her another kiss, biting her lower lip lightly. Another drop of blood fell onto Kyrie's face, the color almost matching that of her good eye.
"P-Please," Kyrie mumbled after a few seconds. "Stop it..."
She went limp a moment later, still weak from her sudden escape from the hospital. Geoff nuzzled her neck lovingly, planting kisses on it. He continued to ram into her for a little while, until he finally felt himself growing close. With a relieved grunt, he emptied himself into the unconscious girl beneath him, filling her up with his seed.
Breathing heavily, Geoff pulled away from the girl and stood up, smiling with satisfaction as his fluids leaked out of Kyrie. The blond lay on the floor, unmoving, her skirt and shirt both rumpled and her hair disheveled.
"We'll have to do this again soon, my naughty little girl," Geoff murmured, feeling a third drop of blood escape from his nose.
He then walked away to get a drink, leaving Kyrie on the floor out cold, her mentality shattered.
The lights in the living room were dim, the shades pulled down to block out the sunny day outside. Articles of clothing were strewn about on the floor carelessly, and a lacy black bra was on the coffee table.
"Mmm..." Zoe moaned as Takuya kissed her neck. "Oh, God..."
She was lying on the couch, her legs wrapped around her fiancee's waist. The blond was naked except for the pair of panties she was wearing, but the tiny undergarment left little to the imagination. Takuya smiled and brought his lips down to hers, supporting his weight with his arms. His hardness was poking out though his boxers, rubbing up against Zoe.
"We never have time to do this anymore," he complained, giving her a soft kiss.
"I know. You've been getting more action from Kouji than you have from me," Zoe quipped.
Takuya rolled his eyes and shuddered. "Ugh, don't remind me. That was traumatizing..."
"Well, then, let me help you feel better," she whispered, then nipped playfully at his earlobe.
The blond reached down between Takuya's legs, caressing his manhood. The crotch of his boxers was moist, beads of pre-cum dampening the fabric. Takuya shifted, moving his body up to give Zoe better access. He felt her fingers slip under shorts, teasing him as she made her way to his throbbing cock.
"Is this working?" Zoe gave him a squeeze, wrapping her fingers around it. "Are you forgetting about Kouji yet?"
Takuya smirked. "Nah, not yet. But keep it up and we'll see what happens."
He touched one of her hard, pink nipples, rubbing his thumb over it. Zoe arched her back from the movement, shuddering slightly with arousal. She was growing wet through the thin layer of lace concealing her, her body filled with desire. Her grip on Takuya's hardness tightened, and she began to move her hand up and down.
The brunette brought his mouth down to one of Zoe's breasts, running his tongue over the smooth skin. He flicked his tongue over the nipple, then moved one of his hands down to her hip.
"Take these off," he said huskily, tugging at her panties.
The blond gave him another squeeze, feeling a warm droplet of his sweetness dampen her finger. She extracted her hand from his boxers, licking it clean as she gazed up at him seductively.
Takuya felt his manhood twitch, and he crushed his lips against Zoe's, cupping her face in his hands as his tongue slipped into her mouth. His lover moaned, nibbling at his lower lip in ecstacy. Her body was growing hot against his, and Takuya could feel her rapid heartbeat as her chest was pressed up against his.
Not moving from her spot, Zoe tugged her panties down, exposing herself. Takuya followed suit by impatiently removing his boxers and tossing them aside. He hurried over to the front door, naked, and locked it to make sure that no one would come barging in.
"Now that that's taken care of..." His voice trailed off as he climbed on top of Zoe once again, slipping himself in between her legs.
The blond kissed his shoulder, moaning quietly as Takuya reached down to touch her wetness. He slid a finger inside her, then retracted it to taste her sweetness. His tip was slowly pushing its way into her core, causing Zoe's breathing to grow more rapid.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Takuya eased his pulsating member into her hot core. Zoe grabbed hold of his muscled shoulders, her nails leaving small impressions in his tanned skin. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she shifted to allow him to enter her more deeply. She gasped softly, closing her green eyes as he pushed himself inside of her completely.
"Mmmm..." Zoe welcomed the kiss Takuya presented her with, returning it with her own.
She sighed as he began to move his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of her. With her right hand still clutching onto his shoulder, she moved her other one up to the back of Takuya's head, her fingers entwining with his thick chestnut hair.
"It's been too long," Takuya whispered, his pace speeding up.
"I know," Zoe said breathlessly. "Way too long..."
Yet before they could go any further, there was a sudden knock on the door. Takuya growled, his chocolate eyes narrowing.
"Who the fuck is it?" he muttered, though he made no move to get up.
Zoe frowned in confusion. "I don't know. You think it might be Kouji?"
"Nah, he's at work right now," Takuya replied with irritation in his voice. "Itaru maybe?"
"I don't think so. She told me that she had a bunch of errands to run today," she told him.
There was another knock, louder than before. With an indignant huff, Takuya began to thrust back and forth again, refusing to give up.
"Fuck them," he grumbled, giving his fiancee a quick kiss. "Whoever it is, they can wait."
"Are you sure?" Zoe asked, glancing at the door.
"Positive." Takuya kept up with his rhythmic momentum.
The knocking started up again, now almost a pounding. Cursing in frustration, Takuya tore himself away from Zoe, furious. He yanked on his boxers as Zoe hurried to dress herself as well.
"Whoever it is, I'm gonna kill them," he hissed. "If it's stupid, like a Jehovah's Witness or something, I'm setting them on fire."
A moment later, he had his jeans on while Zoe was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. Takuya angrily strode over to the door, grabbing hold of the knob.
"Who is it?" he barked, twisting the knob to open the door.
A second later, Itaru came barging in, nearly knocking the brunette over with the door. "Hey, Taku-kun. What's up?"
Takuya rubbed his sore forehead, feeling a lump beginning to form. "Dammit, Itaru! You hit me with the friggen door!"
"Next time don't stand in front of it," she said nonchalantly. "Where's Zoe-chan? Is she here?"
"She's in the other room," he growled, following the girl as she made her way to the living room. "We were kind of in the middle of something."
Itaru cocked an eyebrow. "Judging by your get-up, I'll assume that you're referring to sex. I swear, we need to have a threesome one of these days. Hey, Zoe-chan!"
Zoe blushed in embarrassment a bit as her friend approached her. "Umm...maybe."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Itaru sighed. "No one understands my sense of humor."
"Probably because it's not funny," Takuya muttered.
The ponytailed blond snorted. "Eh, you're just mad that I interrupted your little session."
Before he could reply with a rude remark, Zoe cut in. "So, what are you doing here, Itaru? I thought you had some errands to do today."
"Yeah, but I decided to be lazy and put off half of them," she told her.
"And I take it as you'd rather come here and annoy us then, huh?" Takuya quipped.
"Nah, just you." Itaru's face grew serious a moment later. "But I did actually come here for something important."
Takuya's gaze at her softened and he exchanged glances with Zoe. "Is everything okay?"
"Well..." The teenager sank down onto the couch, looking down at her lap. "Can I ask you guys something?"
Zoe sat down on the loveseat couch with Takuya, her eyes filled with concern. "Yeah, what is it?"
After a few seconds, Itaru finally looked up at them. "Can I ask you about Kyrie?"
The room fell completely silent as soon as that dreaded name left Itaru's lips. Kyrie. Zoe grew pale and light-headed, the small scars on her chest starting to feel as though they were throbbing. Takuya looked troubled as well, though not as much as his fiancee. He wrapped an arm around Zoe's shoulders, trying to calm her a bit.
"What do you want to know about her?" he finally asked.
"I heard Kouji-kun bring her up the other day," Itaru explained. "And I...got curious."
Zoe brushed some hair off her forehead and repeated Takuya's question. "What do you want to know about her?"
"Well, what did she do to you guys?" Itaru inquired. "What kind of person is she?"
The older blond let out a humorless chuckle. "I don't know if I can even consider Kyrie to be a person. She was more like a monster."
"She was horrible," Takuya added. "I met Kyrie one day after bumping into her and knocking her into the pavement by accident. I felt bad, so I let her come to our apartment to clean up. She seemed like a nice person when I first met her."
"But she changed as soon as she met me," Zoe said. "From the minute she laid eyes on me, I could tell that she hated me."
Itaru stared at them. "And what happened after that?"
"She became obsessed with me and tried to seduce me," Takuya murmured. "For a little while, she caused Zoe and I to break up. And then one day I was at a bar, drunk, and she offered me a ride home. She actually brought me to her place and tried to have her way with me, but I escaped and was picked up by the twins."
"Oh, my God." The girl gawked at him. "That's insane."
Takuya snickered dully. "We haven't even gotten to the insane part yet. She broke into our apartment and tried to kill Zoe. She tortured her for a little while before I showed up and stopped her."
"Is that where those scars came from?" she asked Zoe. "The ones on your chest?"
Zoe nodded listlessly as a single tear escaped. "Yeah. She drove nails into my chest, which is why I get freaked out whenever I see them nowadays. I don't like hammers either because she used one during the torture."
Takuya kissed her forehead, resting his head on top of hers. "Kyrie went after us and we went onto the roof of the building to get away. She was about to kill Zoe, but I grabbed her and threw her off the building."
"She grabbed onto a telephone pole to help lessen the impact of her fall," Zoe continued. "She landed on the street, and after lying there for a few seconds, she sat up."
"Shit," Itaru muttered. "She survived that fall?"
"But before she could get up, a truck came and ran her over," Takuya told her. "She was caught underneath and dragged down the street a bit, leaving behind a bloody trail."
"Fuck." The younger blond sat back against the couch. "She died then, right?"
The brunette nodded. "Yeah. No one could've survive that. And before she fell off the building, two of her fingers had been cut off and her eye was stabbed."
Itaru made a disgusted face. "Ugh. That's fucking crazy."
"I'm just glad that it's over," Zoe whispered, her head on Takuya's shoulder.
Itaru paused for a moment. "I have a confession to make."
Takuya raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"I kind of knew Kyrie," she replied.
The couple exchanged surprised glances, their eyes widening. "What?"
"I knew her, but not very well," Itaru added. "About a year ago, I was friends with her younger sister, Sekai."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Takuya was shocked to find this out.
She shook her head. "No, I'm dead serious. Sekai-chan and I went to school together and used to hang out a lot after class. I knew Kyrie was her sister, but she mostly kept to herself so I never really talked to her or got to know her."
"What happend to Sekai?" Zoe questioned, her voice quiet.
"One day...Kyrie just snapped. She stabbed Sekai-chan to death with a kitchen knife and ran off. I was the one who found her body the next day," Itaru told them. "I never found out where Kyrie went, and after awhile, I moved here to start fresh. There were too many memories back home."
"Oh, my God." Zoe gazed at her with sympathy. "I'm sorry you went through all that... That must've been horrible."
Itaru nodded solemnly. "It bothered me for a long time. But one day I just left and it's helped me cope. Sekai-chan was a really good friend of mine. I always feared that one day I would bump into Kyrie, but in a way, I kind of wanted to. I wanted to find her so that I could avenge my best friend. Her own sister..."
Takuya sighed. "Well, you know that she's gone so you don't have to find her. And even then, I wouldn't want to look for that crazy bitch. She was capable of some crazy shit."
She gave them a weak smile. "Yeah. I guess you're right."
Detective Satoru Inihari lounged in his recliner at his house, not paying attention to what was on the television screen. In the room with him was his wife, Katsumi, and two daughers, who were engrossed in some reality show he had no idea was about. Inihari was going through his paperwork, a stern frown on his face as he rifled through his papers.
"Satoru," Katsumi said to get his attention. "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten much today. I can make you something right now if you want."
"No thanks, I'm all set," he replied, going through his notes.
She sighed. "Today's your day off. Why don't you just relax for a little while?"
"It might be my day off, but my work is never done," Inihari grumbled, taking a sip of his coffee as his eyes never left the papers. "I have too much going on to relax."
Mitsuko, his nineteen year-old daughter, snorted. "You always have too much going on. Ever heard of a vacation?"
"Even during vacation Dad works," Saiyuri, his sixteen year-old daugher chimed in. "It's ridiculous."
"It comes with the job," he told them gruffly. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going into my office to try to get some work done."
Katsumi scowled at her husband. "Why don't you just spend a little time with your family? We hardly get to see you anymore since you're so wrapped up in your work."
"Katsumi, please!" he barked. "I'm working on a really important case, okay? I won't stop until I get the answers that I'm looking for."
His wife sighed in defeat, turning back to look at the screen. "Yeah...I understand. They're always important..."
Inihari left the living room and made his way to his office, going though the several pages in his hand. "Why don't they understand that what I'm doing is important? They know what kind of work I have to do, so they should just get used to it by now."
He tossed the stack of paper onto his desk, and sank down into his chair. On top of the stack was a photograph of Takuya Kanbara, the little bastard he was looking to arrest.
"I don't care how long it takes," Inihari growled, neatening his desk. "I'll get that kid to confess if it's the last thing I ever do."
He accidentally knocked over a framed photograph, cracking the glass covering in the the process. With an annoyed grunt, he stood the frame back up, not concerned about the crack in the slightest. The photo was of his family, taken the year before. Yet with his mind working like crazy, he had no time to worry about that small crack. He could just buy another one later. Takuya Kanbara's case couldn't wait. And as long as Inihari had any say in the matter, it wouldn't wait.
Kyrie had not moved from her position on the floor, still unconscious from the brutal rape. Geoff had left her there, sitting comfortably as he watched the news. On several channels, the story of Kyrie's disappearance was broadcasting through the media, indicating that there was a search for her.
Geoff smirked, taking a sip from his cup of wine mixed in with some blood. He licked the excess liquid from his lips, enjoying the tart flavor.
It still doesn't taste as good as Kyrie's, though, he thought to himself as he cast a glance at her. She looks just as beautiful as I remember her...
He then turned his attention back onto the television set, amused by the uproar Kyrie had caused. The murder of that nurse was what really excited him. He was impressed that she had made such a bold move by killing the woman and stealing her car. Knowing Kyrie, she was probably pissed when she found out that the nurse's car was pink, he thought with a half-smile.
As he continued to watch the program, Kyrie seemed as though she wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. The blond was trapped in a nightmare that had haunted her for a long time. A nightmare that never ceased to release its relentless hold on her.
One year ago
Seventeen year-old Kyrie gaped in horror, her crimson eyes wide with shock. Her body was trembling, though she couldn't tell due to the numbness she felt. There were red splatters on her pale face, the color matching that of her eyes.
Sprawled on the floor were the bodies of her parents, both of them covered in blood. Her mother's corpse was mutilated with several gruesome stab wounds, the scarlett liquid gushing out of her in thick rivers. Her father was in the same condition, stabbed numerous by times by the same blade that had killed his wife. Together, their blood turned the once-white carpet a deep red color.
Kyrie's gaze traveled up from her parents to the dark-haired man in front of her. Tears were running down her face in thick drops, and they began to splash down onto the floor.
"Why...? Why did you do it, Geoff?" she whispered, barely audible.
Geoff smiled at her, a bloody knife clutched in his hand. "Because I love, Kyrie."
In the corner of the room, sixteen year-old Sekai was crouched down, cowering in fear as she whimpered. Her dark hair covered her face, shielding her from the disturbing spectacle. Like her sister, Sekai was shaking in terror, completely horrified by what had just happened. She couldn't bear to look at her parents lying dead on the floor, so she remained frozen in her huddled position.
Kyrie seemed stuck in her position as well, unable to move as Geoff slowly walked over to her. He dropped the knife onto the floor, a grin on his face as he approached the girl. With a blood-covered hand, he reached up and touched Kyrie's soft cheek, leaving fingerprints on her skin.
"It had to be done," he murmured lovingly into ear, his breath hot against her. "And I would do it again in a heartbeat. For you. For us..."
Geoff leaned in and planted a kiss on Kyrie's quivering lips, licking away a bit of blood that had splashed onto them. The raven-haired girl felt light-headed and she fought to keep herself from passing out. She couldn't leave Sekai to deal with Geoff on her own, so she had to force herself to stay conscious and alert. Yet the task wasn't easy as Geoff stroked her long, silky locks with his stained fingers.
"I love you," he said softly, planting another kiss on her lips as she shuddered.
From the corner of the room, Sekai let out another frightened whimper, tears traveling down her face as the man touched her sister. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't will herself to get up and help Kyrie. That was how terrified she was of Geoff.
Geoff looked over at Kyrie, noting that she was still passed out. It had been nearly an hour since he had raped her, but he could still almost feel himself pounding into her delicate womanhood. He grinned at the memory, already craving another round. Yet Geoff knew that she would need to rest up, as she was still in a very weak condition. Nevertheless, he knew that he could only restrain himself for so long. It had helped that he taped the session, now having the privilege to watch himself and Kyrie on screen. The sounds of her screams on the tape made it that much more satisfying and his desire for her grew even further.
Blood: Well, now that Geoff is preoccupied with watching himself rape Kyrie on video, using high-definition surround-sound, I think now's a good time for us to watch a different tape of his. And I think Blaze agrees with me, right Blaze? *puts a tape into VCR* Alright, let's get this show on the road.
Blazorna: Agreed, and I can't wait to see what Geoff came up with in that brilliant mind of his this time! *munches on some popcorn while the movie begins*
Geoff moved away from the camera, inspecting it for a moment to make sure the film was rolling. With a satisfied smile, he moved away from the camera and left the room momentarily, leaving it empty. About a minute later, he returned with a young red-haired woman, her body naked and her wrists bound together. She was sprawled over his shoulder, shivering feverishly.
"You like my walk-in freezer?" Geoff quipped, carefully sitting her down into a chair. "Not many people have the luxury of having one. It's a good place to store extra meat, wouldn't you say?"
The woman was covered in ice crystals, as Geoff had poured cold water on her before locking her in the freezer for awhile. Her skin had taken on a blue color, her blood felt as though it had frozen in her body. Breathing out cold air, she struggled to keep her teeth from chattering, though it proved to be no easy task since she felt like an ice cube.
Geoff strapped her wrists to the arms of the chair, then secured a belt over her lap to keep her from getting up.
"W-W-What are y-you going t-t-to do?" the woman stammered, her amber eyes wide with fear.
"I want to test something out," he replied nonchalantly. "I know what's going to happen, but I want to see it for myself."
A moment later, the high-pitched sound of the tea kettle went off, signalling that its water had grown to a boil. Geoff left her in the chair, retrieving the kettle. He poured the water into a large metal bowl, then returned to where his victim was sitting.
"W-What's that f-for?" The red-head continued to shiver relentlessly, her lips purple.
"I'm glad you asked." Geoff smirked sadistically. "But instead of explaining it, I'll just show you."
He lifted the bowl of boiling water, holding it over the woman's arms. Realizing what he was about to do, she screamed.
"NO! Don't do it!" she cried out, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head.
Geoff ignored her and tipped the bowl, dumping the contents over both of her arms and her lap. The red-haired let out a blood-curdling wail, feeling the incredibly hot water reacting with her frozen limbs. Her flesh began to grow soft, slowly melting away from her bones.
"I added quite a bit of salt in it to make it boil faster," her tormenter told her. "Hope you don't mind."
She could definitely feel the salt eating away at her along with the boiling water, and the skin on her legs and lap blistered with the same effect as her arms.
"It's always a bad idea to add anything boiling to anything frozen," Geoff informed her. "I mean, it would be a horrendous idea to drop a frozen piece of chicken into a vat of hot oil. This is kind of along the same lines, but I decided to be nice and spare you of the oil. I'll probably save that for another time."
He playfully tugged at her drooping flesh, stripping it away from the bones in her arms and fingers. Muscles and partially frozen clumps of blood splattered to the floor, causing the woman to vomit out of sheer revulsion. The pain was agonizing, and the hot acids in her stomach caused her to feel even worse as they spurted out of her mouth.
Geoff side-stepped the projectile of vomit with amusement, continuing to pick at her skin. Everything seemed to peel right off, and within a few minutes, through ear-shattering screams, he had completely stripped the red-head of her flesh. With the bowl still containing some of the water, he lifted it up and dumped the rest of it over her head. She shrieked and feverishly shook her head, trying to cool the water and shake some of it off. Yet her thick hair absorbed much of it, causing her head to get scalded.
Grotesque blisters and bubbles formed on her skin, burning and melting it away. Intrigued, Geoff watched as her face went through the same results as her arms. As he had done with her limbs, he began to tug at a section of the skin on her cheek, revealing part of her cheekbone.
The woman was shaking violently, her arms nothing more than bones and her face gradually turning into a mere skull. She didn't notice as Geoff picked up a nearby hammer, as she was suffering too much to realize what was going on.
The dark-haired man slammed the hammer down onto her skeletal limbs, shattering the bones. His victim spit out a mouthful of blood, and more began to seep out through her ruined cheek. Her bone fragments lay on the floor, looking like broken porcelein. Geoff raised the hammer one last time and rammed it down into her head.
Her skull cracked and her head caved in from the force, killing her and putting her out of her misery. Her blood had begun to thaw, dribbling from her mutilated body in drops and small icicles. Geoff grinned with satisfation at his work, then made his way over to the camera. He switched it off, turning the screen blank.
And that ends this long-ass chapter. Hope you liked it, so please review and keep a lookout for the next one, which will be done by Blaze.