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Kowloon Street after rain

A whispered scream. Unheard, by any other. ‘Help!’ You hear it again, the voice is familiar. Who is it? Who needs help? You’re crying. You don’t get it. ‘Help!’ Whispered, yes, but desperate. The most desperate sound you’ve ever heard. The voice is familiar to you. No one else hears it. You tap someone’s shoulder. “Do you know where that’s coming from? Can you help me find them? They’re hurting...” The man looks at you as if you were his losing lottery number. You continue, looking around for the voice. ‘Help!’ it hurts, it hurts. Your heart’s shattering in two. The sound clawing at your mind. How can no one else hear it? It’s so loud, so pained, so...familiar...

...Oh.

“Oh god.. Oh please, god, no!”

“Please... Please..! I’ll do anything..!!”

“P-please.. Please don’t..”

“Anything but that.. Please, please! Stop!”

“Stop? Why on earth would I do a thing like that for?”

“We’re having so much fun!”

“We’ll have so much fun, you and I...”

“Look at the new toy I got for us to play with!”

“Shut up! Shut up!!”

“Oh please.. Like I haven’t heard that one before...”

“If I had a nickel for every time someone begged me to stop... I’d be fucking rich.”

“Ooh, look at that. Look at all the blood. Amazing, isn’t it?”

“Let’s crack open the hood and see what’s underneath, shall we?”

“You know what I love more than agonized screaming? The sound of people choking on their own blood. Very satisfying.”

“If you beg, I might just stop... Maybe. But only if you’re sincere.”

“Beg me, you stupid whore! Beg me to stop! Come on!!”

“Go ahead -- beg for forgiveness. God’s the only friend you’ve got down here. ”

“Shut up or I’ll wrap your intestines around your throat like a scarf.”

“Ha ha! I love it when they scream!”

“Keep going... I love the sound of your voice.”

“Stop praying! There is no God here.”

“Shut the fuck up!!”

“Let’s play a game, shall we? It’s called, ‘how many of your organs can I remove before you die?’“

“Alright, here’s the deal... Since you scream every time you see me -- let’s just remove your eyes, hm?”

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?”

“Beautiful... Absolutely beautiful...”

“I’m not going to kill you... But I’m going to make you wish I would.”

“This is what you get! This is what you get for hurting me!”

“Do you like rats? I hope so. Because we’re going to play a little game with one that involves your stomach, a container, and an open flame.”

“Have you ever heard of abacination?”

“You’ve got cavities back there, you know. Why don’t remove those pesky teeth for you, hm?”

“Wake up! Can’t have you passing out on me.”

“I won’t scream.”

“I won’t tell you anything.”

“There’s no way I’m gonna tell you shit.”

“By the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it.”

“No one is coming for you.”

“You won’t get away with this!”

“People will notice! They’ll look for me!”

“Stop, oh god, please! Please stop.. The pain..!”

“You’re insane!”

"Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing -- I’ve got a medical degree, you know.”

“Shh, don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

“No tears now, okay? Everything will soon be over.”

“Stop! Please, stop! I’ll tell you anything! Just stop!”

“Tell me -- how does this feel?”

“I hate you! Oh god, I hate you!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck off!”

“Oh, what a mess you’ve made...”

“You look like a mess.”

“Chin up, kid. It’ll be over soon enough.”

“I’m just going to borrow a few fingers, okay?”

“Could you lend me a ‘hand’? Yes? Oh good. I was planning on taking it anyway.”

“Shut up, I’m not going to kill you. You don’t deserve that kind of mercy.”

“You know why you’re here.”

“Own up to what you’ve done and maybe you’ll leave here alive!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?!”

“Please! Someone help! Anyone! Oh god.. PLEASE!”

“Not that -- anything but that! P-please! PLEASE, NO!”

“Let me go. Please.. Please let me go...”

“I’ll tell you anything you want! Just please, please stop!”