The door unlocked and swung open. Candice threw her keys to
the counter and slammed the door shut behind her. She had the look of utter
disgust on her face... Mondays.
The man in black had
been watching her house for a little over a week now. He only ever saw Candice come
home in the evenings and leave in the mornings. He had seen enough and he was
ready to go in for the kill. The anticipation moved through his body like a
wave of energy. He imagined what she tasted like, the softness of her skin, the
sweet smell of shampoo in her hair. He was hungry.
Candice reached for a wine glass and poured herself some. Disheartened
with no idea what to do with herself, she decided to settle in, in front of the
TV, bottle of wine tucked in under one arm and a box of chocolates under the other.
It had been the shittiest of shit days. She had stuffed up her big presentation
and her company could potentially lose a big contract as a result. Her world was
crashing in on her. She’d worked so hard to get to this point – her life
revolved around her job. If she failed at this, she might as well be dead.
The man in black noticed
that Candice had left the front door unlocked, again. He could hear the faint
sound of snoring coming from inside. He let himself in. She was fast asleep on
the couch. He walked right up to her, bent down into his haunches and leaned
into her. He could feel her breath against his face. She smelt of alcohol. This
was going to be easy. He stroked her cheek. He had big plans for Candice. But
half the fun was in the build up before his attack. He enjoyed being close
enough to his victims, to touch them. He enjoyed watching them go about their
normal lives; it made me feel like he was a part of it. He also enjoyed taking
his time with his victims, once he’d begun. He had to savour ever moment
because when he was done, he had to kill them, and it was hard to deal with. Like
a break up. All he ever wanted was to keep his victims, but that was a foolish
idea and it would get him caught. He liked the smart girls and the smart girls always
found a way to escape.
It was just before midnight when something woke Candice up. In
a daze from too many glasses of wine, she assumed that it was something on TV.
She stumbled to her feet and shut everything off on her way to the bedroom. Her
head was already pounding so she decided to skip her bathroom routine of
washing up and rather just get straight into bed. Little did she know that, a
simple decision to skip brushing her teeth, may very well have saved her life.
The man was waiting
for her in the bathroom. He had the chloroform soaked handkerchief in one hand
and he had braced himself for a fight. But she didn’t come to him. He didn’t
understand it. For a week long, every night before bedtime, Candice would come
to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. It might have been just a
small part of the evening that had failed to go as planned, but the man had an
uneasy feeling about it. He was always meticulous. There was never any room for
error. Error gets you caught. He would have to return tomorrow.
Feeling a huge thirst coming on, Candice decided to get up
and go fetch a glass of water...
Candice’s heart jumped into her throat. She was suddenly
sober and thinking as clear as day. The man that stood before her was tall and
built. He had a mask over his face and he was wearing a pair of yellow plastic
gloves. He made a grunting sound as he lunged toward her. Candice dropped to
the floor and slipped through his legs. He spun around and grabbed a handful of
her hair before she could get away. Candice screamed and grabbed his hand, desperately
clawing at him, in the hope that he’d let go. He didn’t. The stranger pulled Candice’s
head toward him to gain momentum, and then thrashed it forward into the
passageway wall. Candice was knocked out cold.
There was a certain
way that the man liked to do things, and this was not it. It needed to be clean
and he needed to have absolute control. He would do what he wanted and then he
would kill his victim and get rid of the body for good. The blood on the wall
meant that there was already too much evidence to worry about. He collected
Candice’s limp body off the floor and took her into the bathroom. The man was
filling the bath with water when Candice started to come to. The man used the
chloroform to put her out again.
Candice woke up in a state of panic. Even though she was unconscious,
there was a niggling brain cell in the back somewhere, doing flick flacks in an
effort to get her to wake up – survival. Candice’s hands were bound together
behind her back and her feet were bound together and tied to the tap in the
bath. She was naked and she was sitting in ice cold water. Her head was
pounding. She could smell bleach. At first she thought that it was the water
that she was sitting in, but then she heard scrubbing coming from the
passageway. He was cleaning up the evidence. A blood curling scream escaped
Candice’s mouth. It echoed through the bathroom, moving through the air like
shock waves. The man was on top of her in an instant. He grabbed her mouth and
shoved her back into the bath, pushing her head under the water. Candice did
not have time to catch her breath. She started to panic, as she tried to gasp
for air. She inhaled some bleach and water and started to cough while still being held under the water. The
problem with that was, she’d involuntarily try and gasp for air after each cough.
The man in black did
not want Candice to drown. He was going to have to kill her tonight regardless,
and he was just too hungry, to kill her without having her first. He pulled her
out of the water and grabbed her throat; “One more sound and you will die. Do you
understand?” Candice, too afraid to make a peep, trying not to cough too
loudly, nodded.
The man left the bathroom
for a moment and then returned with a sock and duct tape. He shoved the sock in
her mouth and then wrapped the duct tape right around her head about 3 or 4 times.
The man let the bath water out and then threw a towel over Candice’s head before
picking her up and leaving with her.
Candice was terrified. This man had showed no mercy. He
would kill her in a heartbeat. She didn’t know where they were going but she
knew that she was going to need all her strength if she was going to survive.
The vehicle stopped. The man got out of the driver’s side and she could hear
him walking around to her side. He picked her up and carried her off. When he
pulled the towel off of her head, Candice saw that she was in some sort of
shed. It was big, and it was set up like some sort of torture chamber. There
were chains hanging from the ceiling and a range of garden tools, which now
looked like weapons, set up against the wall. The man hooked Candice’s tide up
hands to a chain above her head. It was so high up that she had to step on her
toes, or the pressure would cause the rope to cut into her wrists. The man
stood in front of Candice, wiping her tear from her cheek. He removed the duct tape from and sock (and a chunk of hair too). She was naked; she
felt degraded and vulnerable. She started to tremble, trying to keep her sobs
low.
She was crying. It turned
him on. The weaker she became, the stronger he felt. He clenched his fist and
punched her in the stomach with such force that he heard the breath escape her
lungs. She gasped, in pain or breathlessness, whichever it was, and it drew out a second
punch from him. This time, she let a squeal. It would have been a scream, if
she had had the capacity to scream. The man grabbed her throat with both hands
and started to squeeze. When she lost consciousness, he let go. He figured she’d
need about an hour, and then she’d be ready for round two.
When Candice woke up she was in so much pain that she could
hardly breathe. She was alone in the shed, as far as she could tell. She knew
that he’d be back. She knew that she was going to die. She had to escape.
Candice looked around for some sort of way out. Nothing. Candice noticed
though, that she was able to stand on her feet. Her dead weight had loosened
the rope around her hands. Candice started to hop, trying to unhook the rope
from the chain. It worked.
Candice used her teeth to untie the rope around her wrists
and then untied the rope around her feet. She didn’t have a plan. Her best bet
was to run away. But what if he caught her while she was leaving the shed?
Candice grabbed a panga and ran. It was pitch black when she got outside. There
wasn’t a street light in sight. Candice realised that she was on a plot or a
farm. She was going to need the vehicle to escape. Candice snuck up to the main
house. She tip-toed around the house, listening for activity. It was dead
quiet. She had no clue where he was. Candice decided to look for a car. The car
he dove to get them there. The driveway was empty. She remembered that he hadn’t
pulled into a garage. He must of left – with the car.
Candice decided to take advantage of his absence and went
into the main house. Although she was rather confident that he had left, she
was concerned that she was wrong and, he was still inside the house. She moved
through the house like a mouse. It was immaculate and smelled of bleach. This man
was compulsive. The idea scared her. She went into his bedroom and found a
t-shirt to wear. His pants and shoes were far too big. She decided to put a
pair of socks on. Candice then started going through his draws, looking for a
gun. If he owned one, it was on him. She couldn’t find one in the house. She
did find a butcher’s knife. But then she found something a little more
interesting. A metal skewer. Candice also found an ID book for one Mr Benjamin
Scott.
“Benjamin...” Caught
off guard while getting out of the car, Benjamin turned around to face his
caller. Candice didn’t waste any time. She stabbed him in the eye with the
metal skewer. Benjamin started to scream in pain. A strange white type of foam
started to ooze out of his eye. He lost his footing and fell on his back.
Candice used a brick and hit the skewer’s handle, driving it right through his
head. This time blood squirted out and sprayed into Candice’s face.
Candice couldn’t believe that she had done it. She’d killed
a man, yes, but she couldn’t believe that
she had managed to come out alive. She wrapped her arms around her knees and
took a few minutes to sob, releasing all the hurt and anger. After giving a few
loud sobs, she grabbed the butcher’s knife that she had ready as her back up,
and started to stab Benjamin repeatedly in the abdomen. He was dead and he
couldn’t feel it, but she was so angry, she wanted to mutilate him for what he’d
done. It was only after she’d disembowelled the poor man, that she noticed that
he was wearing a blue shirt... her attacker was wearing black... and he wore a
mask...
Candice heard a vehicle coming in. She jumped into Benjamin’s
car but couldn’t get it started. Candice jumped out and tried to grab Benjamin’s
body and pull it into the car, but he was too heavy. Candice picked up the
knife and ran toward the shed. She could feel the warm glow of her attacker’s
headlights coating her body. Now she had to outrun him, he would try and drive over her for sure. She ran into the shed. Candice jumped behind a box and kept
her head down. The man in black walked into the shed. Candice tried to keep
quiet. It suddenly felt like the hardest thing she’d ever done. He walked in a
circle, eyeing the shed, wondering where to look first; “I see you found my
brother. Funny thing is, he probably would have saved you...”
It’s as if he could
hear her heart beating out of control. He walked over to one of the boxes and
there she was, lying on her back with her head in the dirt. Before he could
act, she swung a knife around wildly. The man in black grabbed the hand that
held the knife and pulled her up. He crushed her hand so hard that she cried in
pain and dropped the knife. He head-butted Candice and then grabbed her by her
neck, picking her up and throwing her across the floor. Candice crawled on her
knees trying to get the strength to get up and run, but before she could, he
was there again. He kicked Candice in the stomach, knocking the breath right of
her once again, and breaking a few of her fragile ribs. Candice spotted an old
rusty blade in the dirt, she grabbed it. The man in black kicked Candice in the
jaw. She was on the verge of losing consciousness but fought to stay with it. If
she was going to make it out alive, she needed to stay awake. The man in black
grabbed her by the throat again and picked her up, lifting her into the air
while choking her. Candice struggled a bit before realising that she was not
going to stay conscious this time. She swung her arm at his face with the
blade, but she couldn’t reach. She then sliced his upper arm with the blade.
The man dropped her to the ground and grabbed his bleeding arm: “You fucking
bitch!”
Candice had managed to crawl away a bit and grab a wooden
pole with a huge hook on the end. The man grabbed Candice’s foot and pulled her
toward him, scrapping her knees on the floor. Candice used the momentum to
swing around and hit him in the head with the hook. It went in through his ear.
He let go of Candice and let out a shout. He started to come for Candice again,
this time she managed to get to her feet and get the hell out of his way. She looked around and saw a garden sheer. She
grabbed it. The man grabbed her by the back of her hair. Candice swung her arms and
by the grace of God, managed to knock the wooden pole that was still hooked
into the man’s ear. When he stepped back, crying in pain, Candice lunged
forward with the garden sheers and stabbed him right in the throat. The man
started to make gargling sounds, before falling to his knees. Candice pulled
off his mask. The masked man was a pretty handsome guy, the devil in disguise. He
was still choking on his own blood when Candice picked up an axe and finished
the job. She planted it right into his skull. She wasn’t going to take any
chances with this one. Exhausted, Candice sat down to catch her breath. The sun
started to filter through the cracks of the shed.
She was alive. She was alive.