Take me back in 1952

ELIO

“No one can save you.”

The words echoed as the silence took root from the screams that had been echoing through the room splattered with the blood of my victims. Those four walls had seen more than any of Russia’s worst prisons. Fresh blood slowly dripped into more dried blood that would take weeks to scrub off. The air was clogged with the smell of urine, blood, and stool but I did not mind. I grew to like such smells because they meant I was doing my work right. A frown pulled on my face as I stared down at the man whose skin was peeling off with each split second.

He and I had such fun. It was going for three hours since we'd begun. I never rushed it, I always took my time and made it last.

His body was a bloodied mess and littered with holes where my worms had eaten away at him bit by bit. I adored my little beasts. They looked harmless when bottled but as soon as I brought them out to play in my homemade chamber of torture, that was when the music began.

I liked to put my victims in, strapping them onto an adjustable stainless-steel table. I'd pour my little beasts on their naked skin then close the small chamber right after. The darkness added to the fear of my victims before the real torture begun as the bloodthirsty worms dug in from every direction. Each victim would feel the worms wiggle through their body, there being no way to get them out.

My eyes ran back to Victor. I did not know why Victor found himself in my chamber and I did not care. All I did was read a list, find, and kill then go home to commit more sin. A shiver ran down his body in every second, pain running through his fragile frame yet he was too tired to even whimper anymore. His head hung heavy, his voice having abandoned him. My dick twitched, and I rolled my shoulders to ease the fatigue that was starting to set on them. Forty-two hours I had been in that room. I never left work hanging, seventy-two men having been dealt with through those hours. Those that I warned left more ghosts than alive and I was sure they would never cross us again.

I let my eyes flutter closed as I gently rolled my stiff neck. Not a single word had been uttered in these hours. The blood had wrapped around my body into a conti-suit to hide away my tattooed skin. My hair was heavy from all the congealed blood that dried over the hours. There was nothing to play with anymore, the grim reaper having grabbed Victor by the balls. His body tittered on the edge of oblivion. I slowly trudged over to the right corner of the room, pulling a knife from the tool table before walking back to him. I could barely recognize my victim. He barely had any skin left. He was mostly just blood, tissue, and muscle.

The knife was brought up, slitting his throat just as fast with barely any blood dripping out. The body fell limp, a life that could have been lived longer, cut short. I angled my head, deciding to leave him there for a while. I turned to my workstation, slowly clearing my tools to the sinks where I began washing them with much care. Each one was sterilized and cleaned thoroughly before hanging them in their stations. The tables and walls were next before I moved to take all my little beasts out of the chamber to their jar bottles. Scars littered my hands from emptying that very same chamber. The little worms were never satisfied, picking at my skin as I scooped them out.

A calm washed over me, a calm after the shrill screams that had gone on for hours. I enjoyed the ritual of getting my playroom clean after I'd had my fun. I moved to shower. Pink water drained away, my thoughts on the past hours doing the same.

I scrubbed my body until my skin burned red. I loved the feeling, holding the groan back in. The water tempered off and I walked out of the shower. I pulled on a pair of boxers after I'd generously moisturized my skin. I slipped into a pair of suit pants, followed by a crisp white shirt. A pair of cufflinks were next with socks and black formal shoes. I ran my fingers through my sleek black wet hair, pushing it back before I draped the suit jacket on my shoulders and walked out from my chambers.

Men stood on all corners of the floor just as they had forty-two hours ago when I walked in. The silence was thick you could cut it. Their heads were bowed in respect, minding their business and doing their work. My personal guard slipped from the corner wherever he had been hiding and made his way behind me. I did not need him. I hated him with every cell in my being but he had Salvatore’s protection and order of work thus I could not kill him no matter how much I craved for it. Just thinking about it nearly had me burst a vein but I kept strolling through.

The warehouse door was opened for me. I stepped out into the darkness of early dawn. Even with it, my eyes still flickered a couple of times to adjust.

The air seemed foreign, clean, fresh and I hated it. I wanted my air heavily tinged with copper and misery.

My car was idle by the entrance and my driver was quick to open my door. He knew better than to talk to me as I passed him and slipped into the backseat. The door was closed after, the two men hopping into the front.