Monster

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, “and try to remember your life before I came along.” Smiling maliciously just inches away from her ear, the monster inhaled deeply of her expensive perfume and ran the edge of his knife along her shoulder.
Trembling with fear the woman obediently clamped her eyes shut and prayed he would not cut her again.
“Tell me what you see.” He demands.
I s-s-see my m-mom… She came t-to s-see my new apartment,” the woman stuttered, not sure if fear or cold was causing her to shiver. “W-we had l-lunch and AAAAHH!!!” she shrieked suddenly, as the monsters knife cut cleanly into her skin for the fourth time in as many hours. She barely feels the blood gliding down her back and bare buttocks, slightly increasing the size of the murky puddle on the hard wooden chair she had been tied to all morning. “Why are you doing this?” she shrieks, as her body tries in vain to buck foreword.
“Because you want it, need it, feeeel it…..” The monster groans, as though caught in the throes of passion. Running the callused tip of his dirty finger down this new wound, the monster pauses briefly when he reaches the small of her back and then suddenly steps away, leaving the room. The woman barely notices the dark patch on the front of his faded blue jeans.
Struggling to stay conscious, the woman studies her prison. The bare concrete walls of an unfinished basement surround her, with a single door behind her leading up a flight of stairs. Except for the chair she is tied to, and its mate witch still holds her predecessor, the room is completely without furniture. A single row of blinking fluorescent lights illuminates the room like a set for movies with scenes very similar to this.
Hearing the door open, she tries to shrink into the chair she straddles. As the monsters footsteps draw nearer, she turns and sees that he is still wearing the same pants, and he has a belt. The monster wields this belt menacingly close to her face, close enough that she can smell the curing oils in the leather. Suddenly she hears, more than feels the dry snapping sound of the leather striking her upper back. With a loud cry she rocks foreword hard enough to tip the chair onto two legs, stalling momentarily in the purgatory between crashing down on her face and gently rocking back into place. It is at this moment, the monster strikes her again, sending her face first into the blood stained concrete floor. Only the rich metallic taste of blood and the sound of the monsters heavy breathing followed her into darkness.

Awareness comes slowly to the woman. First, bringing the dull throbbing of a badly bruised body, then with light as she forces open the eye that didn’t hit the ground, the other too badly swollen to do anything but hurt. Scanning around the room she sees that she is again upright and her predecessor is gone. “At least I don’t have to look at her anymore.” she thinks, grasping for something to be positive about. “I wonder why she looked at me like that.” she wonders, thinking back to her first, and her predecessors last three hours in this room.

Stumbling, completely nude except for the bindings on her wrists, down the stairs and through the door, she sees her predecessor only peripherally at first, until the screaming started. Looking around, the woman immediately saw that the wailing was coming from a horribly beaten and lacerated young lady. “Nononononono” seemed to be all the lady could say while staring at the woman.
So entranced by the spectacle was the woman, she hadn’t noticed her hands and feet being bound to the legs of the chair in identical fashion as those of her predecessor. Snapping her out of this daze, a fire spread down her back as The Monster made a long cut down the middle of her back. “Oh my God!!” She screamed as the predecessor continued her one word monologue.
“I’ll be back for you every hour.” the monster said with a lazy smile, as he walked toward his other victim to begin the three hour series of deep cuts and brutal whipping that would drain the life and will out of anyone.
“I see you’re awake!” the woman hears the monster shout, snapping her back to the present. “Good, cuz I’ve got a little surprise for ya!” he says gleefully, as he turns and bounds back through the door and up the stairs.
Turning around at the sound of footsteps coming rapidly down the stairs, the woman feels her sanity snap back like a shade being pulled, as another woman enters the room.