My Sadist King

Taking five steps to the bathroom was completely strenuous during my first two days in the basement. The portly chains were heavy as I put each foot in front of me. The effort was exactly like dragging two bodies by each of my ankles. My stomach constantly whined for food for the first twenty-four hours until the grumbling eventually stopped.

My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness of the basement. The only hint of light I had was the sliver that creeped in from under the door. Within those two days, he hadn’t come to check up on me. After a while, I began to believe that he was going to just let me die so he could do whatever he pleased with my body. I didn’t think starvation would be so painful--so boring. I sang random songs to myself over and over again to keep myself entertained. But soon enough, my parched throat was beginning to defy every sound I made, so I put myself back into silence.

At some points, I burst into tears. I wasn’t thinking of anything or anyone in particular--I just cried out of the blue. To pass the time and put my mind at ease, I bit my nails and picked at the dry layers of skin on my dehydrated lips.

Just when I began to accept that I was going to die down there, he showed up. And he wasn’t alone.

With every two steps he took down the stairway, a startling thump accompanied him. After I recuperated from the sting in my eyes when he flipped the light on, I pressed my back against the prickly wall behind me.

He was nonchalantly dragging the body of a young woman--about twenty-one or twenty-two years old--by her shoulder-length, coral hair. She was short for a full grown adult. With her back turned, she would have looked like she were still in high school. Her fragile, cadaverous body reminded me of an expensive porcelain doll that never left its glass case.

The bridge of her nose was busted open, leaving trails of dry blood all over her face and neck. A protruding bruise was sticking out of the corner of her left eyebrow, sheltering a puffy black eye. Spots of dark blood covered her cropped, ivory t-shirt and acid wash jeans. I had thought she was dead at first glance, but she gasped to life as he unlocked the door to the other half of the basement.

I was the first thing the woman saw and she began to shriek for my help, crawling towards me with her frail, shuddering arms and knees.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” our captor cried out as he shoved his keys into the pocket of his jeans.

He yanked her backward by her hair and slammed her head into the floor, sending her back into unconsciousness. He sighed, placing his hands at the sides of his shirtless torso, and looked at me. “Why do some of you always make things harder than it needs to be?” he asked. He lifted the woman into his arms, her head hanging over the edge of his forearm. “I wish more people were submissive like you, Kelly,” he said as he shook his head at his sleeping victim. “If only.”

He carried her into the room, struggling to hit a light switch. From what I could see beyond the ajar door as the light flickered on, there was a metal table with wheels resting atop a blood-soaked floor. The color of the old blood was beginning to darken but the scent clouded the entire basement within seconds.

He dropped the woman on top of the table and disappeared behind the door, where I could hear him rustling through what sounded like a toolbox. “Here we are,” he murmured as he stepped back into my sight. His left hand wielded a large pair of shears and cut away at the girl’s shirt, pulling the pieces away from her perspiring body. He pulled and cut away until she was completely nude and a pile of ruined clothes rested on the floor.

What I hadn’t seen him carry over to the table was a shiny scalpel. The tool twirled between his moving fingers as he hummed to himself. The scalpel’s point was held at different places of the girl's body--the side her neck, her wrists, and the middle of her breasts. He was indecisive.

He tossed down the tool and rushed over to me. I scooted away with weak limbs and he chuckled at me. “Relax, it’s not your time yet.” He gathered the cluster of keys out of his pocket and chose a specific one--the tiniest of the group--and squatted to unlock the shackles around my ankles.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a hoarse voice.

He grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me towards the sealed off room. “Wait,” I said. I jerked my hand away from him. “What are you doing?”

He came to a stop, completely frozen with his back turned to me. Suddenly, my neck was in his hand and his forehead was pressed to mine. “You forgot your salutation…” My mouth let out gasps of desperation and he surrendered the grip around my throat. I collapsed to the floor and coughed until my throat stung.

“Shall we try that again?”

I looked up at him, blankly replying, “What are you doing, my king?”

“That’s better.” He grinned. “I’m going to have you assist me, if you will.” His hand clutched onto the hip of my jeans and lifted me back onto my feet. “I don’t know how to let this woman bleed out,” he said as he pulled me into the room.

My nose scrunched up at the stench of the bloody floor. He shut the door behind us. “Watch your step. The blood gets a little slippery. If you try to run, you’ll definitely fall and I will not be very happy.” He guided me through the room at a slower pace until we reached the victim. He tapped his fingers on the edge of the table. “Now, how should I have her bleed out? Your pick.”

“I don’t want to choose.”

He snatched the scalpel into his hand and slapped it into mine. “Do you want to switch roles?” he threatened. “Because I could pick the worst spot for you to slice her up.”

I considered driving the scalpel right into his neck, but I knew that scenario would have never become reality. He wouldn’t have placed a weapon in my hand if he weren’t swift enough to dodge any attacks. And I didn't want to kill my only companion.

“N-no,” I said, handing the tool back to him. My teeth chattered as my eyes glided all over the woman’s body. She was so beautiful and looked so harmless. I couldn’t help but wonder why he had chosen to kill her. Eventually, I chose the quickest way for her to bleed out--her jugular vein.

“Her neck,” I said. “Her jugular.”

The girl began to open her eyes again and beheld me standing above her with her captor. “Why are you helping him?” she asked as tears trickled out of her eyes. I took a few steps back. She moaned in pain and reached for the back of her head, but he stopped her, slamming her hand back onto the table.

“You don’t want to touch that,” he said to her. “I got you pretty good.” He pointed to me with his scalpel-equipped hand. “My lovely lady here chose how I get to kill you.” He cackled diabolically. “She chose your jugular vein.”

The woman glared at me, her reddened eyes piercing right through. “You bitch,” she cried out, sobbing uncontrollably. “Why are you helping him?”

“I’m not,” I replied quietly.

She screamed when he placed the scalpel to her neck. “Let’s just say Kelly and I have a little pact,” he said as he pressed his nose to her temple. “I’m her king. Therefore, she does whatever the fuck I want her to do… You get that?”

“Fuck you,” the woman cried. “Fuck both of you!”

“I’m sorry...” I mouthed inaudibly.

“Please! No!” she shrieked as he forced the scalpel into her neck. The waterfall of blood began to pour out and she soon went into shock. He looked down at her with a smile. Her life slipped away within a couple of minutes, her delicate hazel eyes dilating.

It didn’t take me long to fall to the floor, my hands slipping along the slimy surface as I tried to catch myself. I rested on my side and stared at an empty space until he eventually approached me. He let out a heavy sigh as he crouched down. “It wasn’t so bad,” he said with spurious sympathy. “I went easy on her… I usually mutilate them first, but I made this one special for you. Sort of like a test run.”

His arm wrapped around me and hoisted my body up. He began to walk me out of the room, swinging the door open. A breeze danced along the blood that was smeared across the left side of my face. “You held up better than I expected,” he laughed. “I think you deserve some dinner. How does that sound?”

I glanced over my shoulder, back into his room of filth, and could still see myself lying there on the floor. My old soul--the one that had been with me since my birth--had died there with that beautiful woman.