Ring!
Breck opened his eyes at the sound of his alarm clock going off. Breck turned towards the alarm clock and tapped it. The ringing sound vanished while Breck pushed the covers off himself.
Breck sat up, his body fit and healthy from his almost obsessive morning routine. The first thing Breck did after waking up was stand and do a set of stretching exercises.
After a 10-minute session, the blood started flowing in Breck's body, and he felt his muscles and joints come alive after eight hours of resting and deep sleep.
Breck's body shone with a thin layer of sweat as he moved to the shower. Breck applied shaving cream to his face and started shaving the stubble from his face.
Washing his face, Breck got into the shower and washed his body thoroughly before applying shampoo and conditioner. After taking a second 3-minute shower, Breck dried off.
Coming out of his shower, Breck entered the kitchen and started making himself a two-egg omelette. In a few minutes, it was finished, and Breck sat down as he ate it.
Breck put down the fork in his hand and got up to wash the plate and utensils. Breck bopped his head as he listened to music. It was his favourite sound.
"K-kill me... W-why are you doing shish?" Breck turned towards the raspy and disfigured voice. Sitting in the middle of his living room, bound to a chair with thick ropes, was a woman.
The woman was not hot per se. But you could say she had beautiful eyes. They were blue like the deep blue lake in a cold winter. Her dark hair was brittle and dull from not showering for a month.
Her body let out a reek of faeces and urine that did not seem to bother Breck at all. The woman's name was Liz, and she was barely skin and bones.
There were various scars on her body, freshly made. The wounds were knife slits, poked holes in skin, or burnt patches from Cigarettes. Liz was missing some of her teeth, knocked out and plucked out by Breck.
Breck went to his closet and, without hurry, pulled out a black sports boxer. Breck put them on and then put on dark pants. Looking at his shirt, Breck decided on a thin white button-up t-shirt.
As Breck was putting his clothes on in silence. Liz, behind him, glared at his back with pure hatred and unwillingness. Her bound hands behind her gripped a sharp pencil.
Liz knew that this maniac would notice if one of his kitchen knives went missing. She learned as much after a month of being held captive by this bastard.
She tried to scream for help, but it was no use as Breck had insulated his apartment. There is also only a single window in the apartment, right next to the living room.
After a month of trying, Liz finally managed to undo the tight knot that Breck had done on the rope. When Breck went to sleep, she freed her legs and stood up with the chair attached to her.
She took a pencil and hid it in her sleeves for a chance to kill this bastard. She could have tried to escape, but the maniac had a steel door and locks that she would not be able to open.
Breck turned around and smirked at the look of pure hatred and despair in those eyes. He loved seeing the pain he inflicted on others take root in the person.
Walking closer, Breck leaned down to Liz's face. An inch between their face. Liz spat on Breck's face, and Breck smiled even brighter as he wiped it from his face.
"You sick bastard... Why did you kidnap me if you don't do anything but torture me every day? You didn't even rape me or anything. Just pure torture," Liz said with a glare, her mouth in pain from speaking.
Her gums started bleeding lightly as the fresh wounds in her mouth opened. Yesterday, three of her teeth were plucked out from her gums by Breck.
It felt like eating coal to Liz as she talked. But it was something to Liz as she ignored the pain. She had many more things done to her. Her pain resistance was not weak.
"Well, since today is my final day of keeping you as my toy of pain and suffering. I might as well give you the pleasure of knowing why you became my monthly toy," Breck said.
You would expect his voice to sound light and warm from his handsome face. But instead, a dark and deep voice that could send a chill down your spine was heard.
His voice was not raspy because of a condition. It was just deep and smooth. It could attract attention and start conversations. Which is why Breck could kidnap Liz so easily.
Liz gritted her teeth in anger at his response. She managed to get some clues as to why he does what he does. She saw a wall of names in her room, and it had tens of names on it.
She also saw her name on it.
"Your hobby is drawing, right? You like to draw characters, and you like the feeling of drawing a good picture," Breck said with conviction. His voice was respectful as he talked about Liz's hobby.
"And? What is it for you?" Liz replied with venom. She could never draw again, thanks to the bastard. This psycho has cut off her thumbs and fingers, making her ability to use a pencil almost null.
"Well, as drawing is your hobby. My hobby is inflicting pain and suffering on others. My favourite targets are women with beautiful eyes. They remind me of my mother. Those beautiful blue orbs shining with love and warmth," Breck smiled with a perverted look on his face.
"Of my dear mother. How I loved to see her unfocused eyes as I stabbed her deep in the chest. Her blue orbs of ice melted with love and warmth as she embraced me in her arms while bleeding out." Liz shivered as she stared at Breck's pupils.
Her hands behind her back shook with fear as she finally realised what kind of psycho she was dealing with. This psychopath must have over 50 bodies.
"Your eyes reminded me of her so much. The way you looked at me with a blush. I could not help but kidnap and torture you. It made me so hard just looking at your pained expression," Breck explained, his hand sliding over Liz's cheek.
Liz looked at Breck, and the moment the monster closed his eyes to blink. Her hands were pulled through the loose ropes, and the moment Breck opened his eyes, she attacked.
Splash!
Breck reeled back as the pencil entered deep into his blue pupil on the right. His head snapped to the side as Liz stood up from the chair, the ropes falling from her body.
Bright red blood spilt on the floor as Breck let out a joyful chuckle. Liz froze as she looked at Breck. His blood-stained palm tucked his hair back in a slick-back.
"Such joyful strike,"
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