The stench of blood, sweat and misery polluted the room. I loved this smell. too bad i'm the cause for all this pain. Too bad it brings me joy. It used to affect me, things used to be different I wasn't always this way. I had a heart, but that burden left long ago. Now .. Now I bury myself in this cheap garbage, trying to drown all the screams away. Its about time I finish.

Screams echoing over the halls, as the man tied in the chair gives his best effort to save himself. "Help me! and "Please don't!"
filled the room but it was time to work, I focused on doing the one thing I am great at. The area was set. Plastic all along the floors. The walls covered in old newspapers. One too many times I have been here before. Maybe I had some screws lose, maybe I didn't.

His screams were beginning to take the joy out of this, something I could not have happen, I needed this to last to fulfill for a while.I stuffed a rag into his mouth to shut him up, picked up my scalpel and proceeded onward. My hands shot to his eyes, pulling his eye-lids back and slowly plucking away at them with my scalpel. His muffled screams amplified this overwhelming feeling that was creeping on me. His blood dripping as his eye-lid fell to the floor. 

I always wonder what would become of me? The quench of blood, why does it haunt me? Was this a killers life? The rough patches in life had changed me, im not sure if it was for better or worse. Only one thing was for certain I had a job and I was good at it. 

I scraped the eye-lid off the floor , placing it inside a bucket suitable for the rest of his body parts. Scalpel back in hand , I press alongside the back of his ear with the scalpel watching the blood spill upon my hand, then to floor. So much blood, the entire right side of his face smothered in it. His head hanging, no more moans as he had passed out. I finish with his right ear, applying pressure alongside the front of it. Centimeter by centimeter his skin struggled to stay together. A few more seconds of cutting and a tug to pull his ear off, I pick it up and place it in the bucket . Time for a smoke break, he'll be knocked unconscious for a few anyway. 

This fucked up sink, broken mirror , I take a glance at myself ,  the man in the mirror is unrecognizable . I turn the cold water on, it was the only pump working. I Begin washing my hands, blood in between my fingers and fingernails. I should have wore gloves for this. Five minutes of scrubbing with peach scented soap and the blood was gone, least most of it anyways. Enough for me to smoke in peace. Stepping out of the bathroom I turn to the kitchen, take my cigarette out the box, ignite the stove and light it. 

The first drag helps my heartbeat ease, I cant help but feel excited fir a projects like this. The second drag wakes me up, reminds me that the things I am doing here are not fake, thing are real, very real. My freedom is at state alongside my life. The fear kicks in. My paranoia starts tilting. What if this is wrong guy? What if im killing an innocent?  I had to keep focus, I had to clear my head. I took one more drag from my cig before tossing it. I could hear the moaning and grunting start again. He regained consciousness. I headed back into the bathroom, the cold water was still running. I clogged the sink hole and let it fill up. Cupping my hands, I begin to wash my face. The water was cold, so cold it snapped me out of my thoughts.

Here I am ... again. My mind racing, but I knew I had to continue prolonging it would only break me down further. I picked my scalpel back up and motioned forward , this would be the worst part. He was up he would not pass out for a while. My heart beat begin to intensify as I pressed the scalpel down on his forehead, the blood already slipping through.

Slowly but firmly , from the initial entry, down I pressured the scalpel. The scalpel followed by blood on its way down, cutting over his nose , his lips and ending at his chin. Blood trickling from his face, he looked sorry. He looked as if he had enough, like he had learned his lesson. He couldn't speak , but he did not have too, his face showed his plead for mercy. Standing him up I hoisted him up from his cuffs unto a chain attached to the ceiling. 

So much blood on me, so much blood from him. I stood eye to him , looking him directly in them. Its a shame hes going through this, its always a shame. I proceed to take the rag out his mouth, I wanted to hear his last words before he'd pass out again. Dropping the rag to the floor his heavy breathing became clear as day, if you would call it breathing at all. His whispers coming to life.

"Please stop......" he stammered on 

"I have money I can pay you just please no more" begging for his life, the things a man would do to avoid death. To think he had earned his button. He waited for my response but was met with a blank expression. How the silence loomed after, he could tell there would be no avoiding whats next. "Listen please... I have a family, Kids , pleas don't do this. My boss will give you anything you need, you know me you know he is good for it." I laughed, this was one of the few times I showed emotion. "Who do you think this favor was for, Gordon you know speaking to police is prohibited. Should have kept your mouth close fucking rat."

I picked the rag up and stuffed it back into his mouth. He had upset me, his bitching, his complaining sickened me. He dared called himself a man. Scalpel back in my hand I press it along the inside of his belly button all the way to his underarm. The blood seeping through. The adrenaline flowing through me I couldn't stop. Again from the center of his stomach to his other arm, the blood was spilling every. Again. from the center of his stomach to the start of his throat. My god the rush, I loved it. All the blood everywhere, his voice fading, his life fading away. I'm surprised he did not pass out. 

This wasn't enough, the butcher knife was near. I walk towards the bucket where his ear had been, the knife I used on another victim remained there.Picking it up I rush towards him. One stab in the neck, another then another . All his blood on my face, I couldn't stop and no one would stop me. At last his finale breathes were coming the worst part. I always hated the end, it drags me back to reality. I had finished what I came to do and the place was a mess, I was a mess. It always ended like this.