KATHERINE BLACK - PART 3

[ I AM NOT KATHERINE - DON'T MESS WITH ME ]

Wednesday, 28th January 2018

I looked at my watch. It was almost 2 hours I had waited here in the car. I looked back at the main entrance of the bar. Waiting for someone that I want to meet badly. I waited with full of patience in my heart. I put out a cigarette from the box and put it in my mouth. I started the fire and pointed the end of the cigarette at the fire that came out from my expensive lighter. I could feel smoke fills every space in my lung when I inhale it.

I didn’t look anywhere but the entrance. I smirked when I saw a person walked out from the bar. My smirk went wider when he look so drunk. I started the engine and follow behind him slowly. He never notice that I was following him.

I stopped my car when he turned to the alley. I grabbed my things and put them in my satchel. I walked out from the car and started walking to the alley. I saw him sat on the floor at the left of the alley. He leaned his back on the wall and his eyes shut. I stood in front of him with a grin on my face while I put on my glove. He looked at me. Confused.

Bum!

I kicked his head. He fell on the ground. I clutched his legs and dragged him to the end of the alley. To make sure nobody saw my show with him. I had tied up his hand on his back and I tied his legs to gather. Make sure he couldn’t run for help. I splashed a bottle of water on his face. To wake him up from a sweet dream and welcome him to his nightmare that would start in a few minutes. He opened his eyes slowly. He look dizzy, maybe I had kicked him stronger than expected. He looked shocked when he saw me. I gave him a sweet smiled. He frowned and try to free himself.

“What do you want from me?” he asked in rage. I could see that he try to hide his fear. I smirked. I put out a sharp blade from my satchel.

“What do you think?” I said while I bend down caressed the blade on his face. His face turned pale.

“I don’t know you. I never meet you before. How can I mess up with you.” He defended himself. He tried to run his face from the blade.

“You had. Today.” I said. Cold in my voice.

“What? When?” he asked. Confused.

“You made a shit in front of the restaurant just now.” He look shocked.

“Is that you just now? I-I am sorry. I promise I will never mess up with you and your girl again. ” He begged.

“Not really. But that’s too late to apologise. And actually she doesn’t know me either, just like you. He looked confused.

“But...” I cut him. I pinched his cheeks, forced him to open his mouth. Then I shoved the blade in his mouth. His tongue split into two. He screamed. But there was no voice. I felt satisfied.

“You know what, I really hate loud people.”

I slapped his cheek lightly. The red liquid that came out form his mouth dropped onto his grey shirt.

“I am sorry for ruin your pretty shirt.” 

I bend down and stabbed his abdomen. Again. He whined. He cried his heart out. He opened his mouth and screamed but like before, I heard nothing.  Nothing. I stabbed him again.  Again. And again. 20 stabs. I like it when he was tortured like hell. I ran the blade on his shirt and pulled it harshly. Then I slowly sliced his skin. I sliced half of his body. He looked so weak. He didn’t fight anymore. I knew he was half-conscious. He tilted his head down. I grabbed his chin. He faced me. His eyes turned all white.

“I will send you to hell slowly.” I whispered in his ears. I pushed his head back.

“Ah… for your information, her boyfriend’s name is Carl and I am not Carl. But I like him.” I said to him even I knew he won’t be listening to me. I waited until the angel of death came to him, then I stabbed into his heart and lung like I always do to my victims. If I do it now, he can’t taste how “beautiful” death is. That’s why everybody called me a Devil. 

And I love that name. It made me wanted to be crueler. I would still torture him even he got into hell now. Nobody was allowed to mess up with me and my love. I grabbed the clean tip of his shirt and cleaned my blade. I put out my small white card and put in his hand. Then I walked away like nothing has happened.

I was such a good actor. I went back to my car and drove to my house. I took a shower to clean myself from his blood. I put my dirty cloth into the plastic bag which I would burn. After I wore my pajamas, I walked to my king bed and grabbed a frame. 

I stared onto the girl who stood in the frame. She looked beautiful with her ocean blue eyes, her pink red lips and her white pure skin perfectly combined with her dirty blonde hair. She looked so pretty even in real life. Every day I fall in sleep while hugging her in the picture.

~to be continued~

By: The Owl/2020