The young man laid on the table, four leather belts held him in place. Each one of them was holding one of his limbs. He could feel the leather burn his skin every time he tried to move to escape. He felt his skin open a little every time, never truly bleeding; only remembering him that there was no escape.
A girl was standing over him. Almost naked, she looked in his eyes as he tried to scream. She was pretty, maybe the most beautiful girl the boy would ever see. But she was cold, she didn’t smile. Her eyes were locked with his with full of curiosity. Her gaze was that of a cat looking at his toy.
As she moved her right arm, he could feel the cold embrace of the blade opening his skin, drawing a red line starting from his belly and going up his chest. When it reached his heart, the blade stopped. The girl looked at the boy, her face like a moving ice statue.
- You said you would do anything for me, right? You said you loved me. You said you’d do anything to please me. You said your heart was mine. That’s a fine gift. Really, I appreciate it.
She pushed the blade through the rib cage. She began to saw every bone, one after the other. For a while she could hear the boy scream. She tried to make him shut up with a kiss, but it didn’t work, so she kept on going. After a while, the boy stopped screaming, and breathing for that matter. Still, she didn’t stop herself.
After a long while, the hole was finally open. The girl threw the bone on the floor like a piece of junk. Her eyes tried to see through the blood as she carefully searched for something. She found it quite easily. She tried to pull it out and cut the thing holding it in place. She placed the heart in a jar which smelled like vinegar and closed it. She walked away with the pickled heart and laid it on a shelf near five others.
- So, now… to get rid of that corpse…
