Psycho

A man. And a woman. Both in the same room. Except…. The

man is the prey and the woman is the predator. The man is
tied to a chair, his mouth taped, the tape preventing any
screams of pain roll out of his mouth. The woman gently
takes a glass bottle from the table near them. A glass bottle
Which has a label on it that says “CORROSIVE ACID!!! DO
NOT APPLY ON SKIN OR EYES”. She takes of the lid and lightly
pours it on his hand, as he shakes in his chair, screaming from
the agonizing pain flowing through him. Then she takes out a
knife and then starts to draw on his chest. Carving flowers or
vines on his chest, blood slowing seeping out of the wound.
Tears form in the man’s eyes, as he cries from the torture,
wanting it to end. The man starts crying, begging for his
death, which he knows he won’t get easily. Then the woman
takes the corrosive acid and smiles at him. A crooked smile. A
smile that gives no warmth or comfort. Instead, it gives a
sensation of fear. A sensation of fear and an emotion that
can’t be described. But can be felt. There is only one word
that can give people a hint about it. Anger. She pours the acid
on the open wounds on his chest, the acid going into his
blood stream through the wounds, slowly dissolving the skin
it has been poured on. If you focus yourself well enough into
this story, you can hear him. Hear his muffled cries for help.
His cries from the immense pain. His longing for death. For
sweet death to envelope him in a cover of darkness and no
pain. And the psychotic girl decided to show mercy on him.
She takes out a gun and shots his eyes and his head and then,
a direct shot straight to the heart. Then she leaves the body
where it is and leaves to go find her next victim. The End.