#dmitrios

“Bye, bye.” The man in the black mask says from the dark corner of the room where he watched Jones bleed out after slicing him from ear to ear. He wipes the blood from his knife on Jones’ crimson soaked shirt then dips his finger in the puddle around him and paints a smiley face on the dead man's mouth before turning his attention to his next victim, Cooper.

A smile a mile wide is plastered on his face. Cooper is the second rat to get caught in one of the many vicious traps that surrounded the secluded property.

As their tormentor approaches Dmitrios’ screams are muffled by layers and layers of silver duct tape and cloth whereas Cooper’s gag has been pulled down around his neck, he doesn’t attempt to scream yet. He’s hogtied in a heap on the floor and manages to scoot on his side away from the approaching masked man who’s crystalline green eyes send chills straight through to his bones.

"Now for you...I think I want your death to be much slower. Who knows when I'll get my hands on another one of you. So let's not rush things. There are many enjoyable things I can do to you before I allow you to die."

The masked man hops down onto Cooper and straddles his hips, the bloodstained ropes around his victim tightening from his weight settling on them.

"The three of us are going to have such a time together. I know Dmitrios will never forget it. Will you dear?"

Dmitrios shouts unintelligible expletives through his gag and stares daggers at him.

"Why are you doing this to us? For fun? Or because you get off on it you sick fuck." Cooper coughs out when the masked man shifts his weight to lay on his chest, their faces uncomfortably close now.

"It's because he needs to see that his old life, his old friends, all of that means nothing to me. It's dead. It's in the past and once I've rid myself of all of the vermin like you coming to play hero, Dmitrios will finally be all mine. No more things keeping him distracted and all caught up in his dreary moods. In time he'll accept his new life here. We just need time. Right dear?"

“More will come. They won’t stop coming until you’re dead and he’s back home. I promise you that.”

“Good. More piggies for me to slaughter.” Without warning he plunges his razor sharp knife into Cooper’s thigh, his ear shattering screams drowning out the masked man’s laughter.

Dmitrios shakes with anger and struggles with all his energy to free himself from his bonds but they are expertly tied and impossible to escape from, he can’t help Cooper at all. He can only sit and watch his tormentor carve into Cooper at his feet. It’s almost tempting to look away in his helpless despair. 

Cooper begs for mercy a few hours in, it never comes. The man in the black mask doesn’t deal in mercy. Overwhelmed with pain, his begging becomes incoherent.