longer, listening to the dead tone. She dropped the receiver back in the cradle with a clunk. As she removed her fingers, they peeled away to reveal long, bloody fingerprints on the white plastic.
Amy smiled.
She picked up Mike's bloody, severed hand from the various, mutilated body parts on the bed, and started straightening the fingers out. "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy should have stayed at home."
Amy rinsed her dirty hands in the sink, scrubbing methodically and slowly, making sure not to miss any. The scourer grazed against her soft skin, scraping the dried, congealed blood from every crevice and from beneath her fingernails. The water slowly turned a dark pink as her skin became clean.
Once done, she wiped her hands on a dishcloth and placed it in the open bin bag beside her. It dropped in with a small rustle. Amy tied the bag in a loose knot and walked back into the living room.
She smiled at her work. Her parents would be proud.
Good job. I don’t know if proud is the word. They'll definitely be surprised.
"We did this. A team effort. Best of friends."
Indeed. This is only the beginning. You ready for more?
"Yes."
Amy scooped her school bag off the floor and opened her front door. Taking one final look at the artwork in the living room, she stepped out into the cold, morning air. She breathed in a deep mouthful and sighed.
Today is going to be a good day , she thought.
Ted placed the blade on his tongue and closed his mouth. Don’t swallow; it'll rip your guts up, just like one of those horror movies on Cinemax . Not swallowing was the most important thing in Ted's life right now. He focused on it like a tricky maths question in a test. He leaned forward, leaning on his hands, letting gravity help him push the blade away from his throat, just in case.
Amy laughed. The sound sent ripples of terror up Ted's yellow spine. "Not like that."
"Huh?"
"Sideways."
Ted frowned, confused.
"Take it out, place the blade between your front teeth and bite down." Ted's eyes widened and he felt his entire body freeze, then shake, at the prospect of Amy's request. More urine splashed his leg. She gazed at him, blankly and vehemently. She tilted her head again.
"Do it. Now ."
Ted whimpered, terrified at the thought of his dental torture. He slipped the wet blade from his tongue, between his fingers, and held it inches from his mouth. He glanced at Amy. She said nothing as she stared right through him. Her eyes were black and emotionless.
He could swear her skin was shimmering slightly.
Then, his hand moved. The blade inched towards his mouth. His fingers turned sideways, twisting the blade upright and Ted could only scream as the blade pushed between his teeth and sliced into his gums, spraying blood all over his chubby fingers. He tried to resist, but he couldn't—his hand was being forced, pushed, and willed. The blade ripped deeper, slicing straight between his front teeth and the razor split the top of his mouth. Ted screamed, the sound muffled and gargled by the blood sluicing down his throat. It dribbled from his mouth, down his chin, spattering the cold snow and concrete below.
Amy smiled as Charlotte stepped forward.
Kick him.
"Huh?"
Kick him. In the chin. Make the blade do its work.
"No. That would hurt."
That's the point.
Amy hesitated.
If you don’t, I will. And you saw what I did to that other boy.
Amy nodded. She ambled forward, loosening her feet, readying her right foot for a kick. On the count of…
Ted's mouth slammed shut, sending a squeal of absolute terror and pain into the frosty, morning air. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose as his overweight body toppled forwards, first onto his knees, and then face first into the vast whiteness on the ground. The snow around him turned bright scarlet as the boy choked and died before her. His body rolled on the slight incline, forcing his face upwards.
"Why did you do that? I was going to kick him."
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Amy smiled.
She picked up Mike's bloody, severed hand from the various, mutilated body parts on the bed, and started straightening the fingers out. "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy should have stayed at home."
Amy rinsed her dirty hands in the sink, scrubbing methodically and slowly, making sure not to miss any. The scourer grazed against her soft skin, scraping the dried, congealed blood from every crevice and from beneath her fingernails. The water slowly turned a dark pink as her skin became clean.
Once done, she wiped her hands on a dishcloth and placed it in the open bin bag beside her. It dropped in with a small rustle. Amy tied the bag in a loose knot and walked back into the living room.
She smiled at her work. Her parents would be proud.
Good job. I don’t know if proud is the word. They'll definitely be surprised.
"We did this. A team effort. Best of friends."
Indeed. This is only the beginning. You ready for more?
"Yes."
Amy scooped her school bag off the floor and opened her front door. Taking one final look at the artwork in the living room, she stepped out into the cold, morning air. She breathed in a deep mouthful and sighed.
Today is going to be a good day , she thought.
Ted placed the blade on his tongue and closed his mouth. Don’t swallow; it'll rip your guts up, just like one of those horror movies on Cinemax . Not swallowing was the most important thing in Ted's life right now. He focused on it like a tricky maths question in a test. He leaned forward, leaning on his hands, letting gravity help him push the blade away from his throat, just in case.
Amy laughed. The sound sent ripples of terror up Ted's yellow spine. "Not like that."
"Huh?"
"Sideways."
Ted frowned, confused.
"Take it out, place the blade between your front teeth and bite down." Ted's eyes widened and he felt his entire body freeze, then shake, at the prospect of Amy's request. More urine splashed his leg. She gazed at him, blankly and vehemently. She tilted her head again.
"Do it. Now ."
Ted whimpered, terrified at the thought of his dental torture. He slipped the wet blade from his tongue, between his fingers, and held it inches from his mouth. He glanced at Amy. She said nothing as she stared right through him. Her eyes were black and emotionless.
He could swear her skin was shimmering slightly.
Then, his hand moved. The blade inched towards his mouth. His fingers turned sideways, twisting the blade upright and Ted could only scream as the blade pushed between his teeth and sliced into his gums, spraying blood all over his chubby fingers. He tried to resist, but he couldn't—his hand was being forced, pushed, and willed. The blade ripped deeper, slicing straight between his front teeth and the razor split the top of his mouth. Ted screamed, the sound muffled and gargled by the blood sluicing down his throat. It dribbled from his mouth, down his chin, spattering the cold snow and concrete below.
Amy smiled as Charlotte stepped forward.
Kick him.
"Huh?"
Kick him. In the chin. Make the blade do its work.
"No. That would hurt."
That's the point.
Amy hesitated.
If you don’t, I will. And you saw what I did to that other boy.
Amy nodded. She ambled forward, loosening her feet, readying her right foot for a kick. On the count of…
Ted's mouth slammed shut, sending a squeal of absolute terror and pain into the frosty, morning air. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose as his overweight body toppled forwards, first onto his knees, and then face first into the vast whiteness on the ground. The snow around him turned bright scarlet as the boy choked and died before her. His body rolled on the slight incline, forcing his face upwards.
"Why did you do that? I was going to kick him."
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