I witnessed what I had done, and my mind raced, thinking about the luxuries that were coming next. In that tiny cinder block room a smell of mildew and damp air filled my lungs. A single wired light bulb hung from the ceiling, right in between us. It illuminated the room with a yellow tinted glow, I saw the bright light reflect off her beautiful pale skin.

She had pretty hazel eyes and dark black hair. She sat in a cold metal chair neatly placed in the dead center of the room. She was striped of all her clothes down to her bra and underwear. Her wrists and feet were bound to the chair with neon green wire ties. Her hands red from her struggling and the shear snugness of the bands.

I walked around the room and watched as she shook and twitched with every step I made, every breath I took. I don't think I've ever seen a person in such a scared and animalistic state. I pulled her face close to mine with my hand underneath her chin, and stared at her. A single tear rolled down her face washing away some of her cute black eyeliner.

I didn't say a word. I just stepped back and I turned around to face the direction she was looking. The wall had a complete assortment of power-tools and other violent instruments. Knives, saws, and power drills with VERY large bits. This is going to be worth the effort I thought to myself, quite pleased.

I grabbed a dental pick and a block of rubber from the cart next to her chair. I hooked the pick into her bottom lip and whispered in her ear “open up”. She didn’t listen. I grabbed the top of her head and bashed it into the back of the metal chair. This time in a more aggressive almost screaming voice I said again “OPEN UP”. I forced the dental pick downward pushing it into her lip. She gave way with a short gasp of pain. I grabbed the block and forced it into her mouth. I held the palm of my hand against it and kept pressure down on it. I grabbed an Exacto-knife off my cart and she began to squirm and shake her head violently.

I grabbed the knife placing my fingers close to the tip and pushed it into the side of her lip. Cutting it as if it was some dotted line. Her muffled cries gave me a tingling feeling in my chest, the thought of her pain, I loved it and I wanted more. The tears started, Her face was covered in wet eyeliner and I heard her breathing get faster. She was trying to cope but it was too intense.

The room was so secluded and so quite I could hear her racing heart as well as my own, this was my first time doing this after all. I could see her eyes widened between my fingers while my hand pinned her head to the back of the chair. I could see her pupils physically shaking. My upbringing told me to stop, it was wrong. This poor girl, but I couldn’t make myself stop. I didn’t want to stop. I’d come too far and seen to much, and I just loved it. The crying was replaced with pure screaming as I continued to force the knife though her cheek.

I could feel her jaw losing function and falling away from her head under its own weight. I quickly did the same cutting routine to the other side and stepped back as the lower portion of her jaw fell apart and the rubber block hit the floor beneath her. The blood drained from her mouth and gums. As she tried cried and screamed I saw her unhinged jaw twitch and spasm. Non-coherently she tried to scream for help but simply couldn’t.