Screams, pain and agony are the only emotions that people show me in the cellar. I walk down the jagid stairs to the cellar beneath me. There is my next victim a prostitute named Jenny who wanted to steal from me. She brought THEMADMAN out of me. She had a chance to walk out of here but decided to go down the path of greed and wanted to stay with me. I surround her swinging body as she sleeps. Ah sleep is so precious so let’s put an end to that. There is no dreams here only pain. I grab the sharpened blade on my machete and swing it down upon her exposed skin on her arm. She wakes with a scream and begins to cry again. I’m not sure what I think about people who cry so much. It’s kinda pleasing when I hear it but fucking annoying at the same time.

“Don’t cry it’s make black streaks go down your pretty face”. I run my hand down her cheek and wipe away her tears. I continue to speak to the whore. “Now you had a chance to leave this place without any scars but you had to be a greedy bitch and know we are here”. She begins to struggle trying to get out but it’s no use. She yells “Let me go! I promise I didn’t see anything nobody will know about this!” I pause for a moment and put down the machete next to the rest of the tools. I answer her question but with something she does not want to hear from my mouth. “No that’s the easy way out. Anyway you would squeal and cry to your whore friends. Then I have to slaughter and kill them as well. See that all can be avoided. Now shut up and let’s move on”. I look through my tools and try to find the right instrument for my task at hand. I find the perfect tool for the day.

For you uneducated folks it’s called the heretics fork and this is used to make sure she is not able to sleep. You place it under there neck and if they fall asleep they fall upon it, Impaling himself and causing instant death. Now back to the story.

“I saw how you were dreaming when you came in here and I cannot allow for such fantasies in this place. SO with this tool you won’t be able to sleep. I will place under your neck and then three days later I will come back. If you survive which I doubt I will move to more painful tools in my arsenal. Honey you’re not special enough for me to spend too much time on”. I move closer and place the fork beneath her neck and turn around putting my gloves on the tools desk. I continue to speak. “I would love too talk more my lovely but I have important shit to do”. On my way out I turn on one tiny candle in the far side of the room. With barely any light lighting the room, I slam the metal door behind me and leaving the darkness to keep her company for 72 hours.