Page 74 of Pretty Little Fears

“Yeah, help me get him down there.”

IgrabVictor'sshoulders whileGrimmgrabs his feet and we make our way to the basement.Bythe time we get downstairs, my muscles are burning from the heavyweight.Idrop him with a thud, his skull bouncing on the ground.Unfortunatelyfor him, he wasn’t lifted that high up for there to be a heavy impact to his skull from the fall.

Whata shame.

Lookingaround the room,Ispot a large metal door, attached to a 8x10 container.Huh.Withmy curiosity peaked,Iwalk over to it and try the door.It'sunlocked and once it opens,I'mimmediately hit with the cold breeze from inside.It'san empty walk-in freezer.Rememberingsome of the itemsIspotted from our first execution, an idea forms in my head and a sinister smile starts to spread across my face.

“Grimm, go heat up the wax for me, will yah?Bringme some boiling water, too.”Isay, a cheeriness in my voice.Igrab a chair from a nearby table and bring it into the freezer, setting it in the center.Siftingthrough my bag,Ifind the ropes and drop them next to the chair.

Pickingthe piece of shit up,Idrag him into the freezer and lift him onto the chair.Positioninghis arms on both of the armrests,Iwrap the rope tightly along his forearm, leaving his hands free.Isecure both forearms before positioning his ankles on the sides of the chair legs.Afterwrapping them tightly,Itug at his limbs to ensure he can't escape.

“Whatare you using the wax for?”Grimmreturns and asks while placing the melted wax down along with a container of boiling water.

“You'llsee.Takenote,I'msure it’s something you’ll enjoy for one of your future projects.”Isay with a smirk.

Pickingup the boiling water by the side handles,Icarry it into the freezer.Alow groan starts to come from my newestpatient.Hemust be waking up.Beingthe kind personIam,Idecide to help him.Takinghis left hand,Itilt the bucket and let the boiling water rain onto the skin.Hiseyes rip open as a piercing cry leaves his throat.

Hetries to move his hand away from the onslaught of water and is met with the restraint of the ropes.Hisskin turns red and third-degree burns start to form.

Theheat of the water destroys the upper layer of his skin, making its way deeper to the tendons and bones.Itip the bucket back up, stopping the flow of water.Thesound ofVictor’sskin sizzling brings me peace andIclose my eyes, relishing in it for a moment.Iopen them up and look down at his hand, the flesh has burned off in some spots, while it raises and bubbles in others.

Victorbreathes heavily while he looks at me. “Whothe fuck are you, what do you want!Isit money?Youcan have it!Fuck!”Ismile and a chuckle leaves my throat that turns into manic laughter.

“Money?No.Whatyou took from me was priceless.Forthat, you'll pay with your life.Butfirst,Ineed to deliver your punishment for daring to touch what ismine. ”Isnarl.

Hethrashes in the ropes, trying to break free and get as far away from me as possible asIbring the bucket to his other hand, repeating the burning of his skin.Hiswrinkly, sun-spotted flesh blisters and sizzles under the flow of water.

Hescreams so loud the sound pierces my eardrums and tears slide down his cheeks.Iapproach the wax warmer with the hot wax inside and pick it up, returning with it and standing in front of this pathetic excuse of a doctor.

Iturn and look over atGrimm.He’sleaning against the wall with a giant smile on his face, just happy to be here. “Wantto help me with the finishing touches?”Iask.

“Ithought you’d never ask. ''Heanswers.He'soff the wall and in two long strides, he’s standing beside me.

“Grabsome pliers,”Iinstruct.

Thechill of the freezer does nothing to cool my boiling blood, causing my skin to feel hot to the touch.Theabsolute fury running through my veins keeps me warm.Grimmtilts his head in question, “Wheredo you need me?”Hisgrin stretches from ear to ear.

“Takethe pliers and hold his mouth open for me.Wide.”

Victorthrashes in the chair, whipping his head back and forth.Grimmreaches out and grips his neck so hard his knuckles turn white. “Stop.Fucking.Moving.”Hehisses, his tone deadly.Hetakes one of the pliers and opens it, bringing part of the tool inside his mouth, and clamps down on the side.

Theskin underneath is trapped in its grip.Grimmlets go and clamps the other plier on the other side.Takingthe ends of both tools, he pullsVictor’scheeks wide, allowing me access to his throat. “Thismay hurt a little bit, butIthink you’ll be just fine.”Isneer.

Pickingup the wax,Ihold it above him.Hetries to say something but is unable to move his lips, and therefore unable to form coherent words.Soundsof gibberish and gurgling fill the freezer.

Tippingthe hot wax,Ilet it slide down his throat.Hechokes and sputters as the wax continues to drown him and block off his source of oxygen.Thebest part is seeing the wax begin to harden in his esophagus.

Thechill from the freezer makes it solidify at a rapid pace.Forgood measure,or maybe just for fun,Grimmcurls his fingers gesturing for the bowl of wax.Ipass it to him and he tips backVictor’shead, pouring the remaining wax inside his nostrils, effectively clogging his airway.

Hiseyes bulge from his head as he struggles to breathe, his body jerking in the chair.Histhroat has been filled and the wax has hardened inside of his mouth and cheeks.Iwatch as he spasms under the lack of oxygen.

Igrab his face and force him to look at me as his heart takes its final beats.Whenhe succumbs to his death his eyes filled withtears and horror are still on mine.Pushinghis head back,Iremove the pliers and throw them back in the bag.Oneless scumbag in the world.Onemore name crossed off the list.Onestep closer to my little obsession.Thesatisfaction of the kill is short-lasting, as the mantra of my monster beats against my skull.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

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