of the women. He stood there for a moment, staring at his future victims, then to his tools. He was smiling broadly.
It was at that moment that Tina realized that Raul had not taken part in the rape. He did not get his satisfaction from sexual release. His release came from something more macabre. She looked at the knives. Tears welled in her eyes.
The man did not speak as he went about his work. He slowly stalked around the women. He would place a hand on a hip, or cup a breast. Once, he set the cold blade of the knife against Tina’s back, near the shoulder blade. She shrieked and recoiled from the touch of the metal.
After a few moments, he put the double-edged knife down and slowly strode behind Heather. Tina could see the man make several quick motions behind the blonde woman’s back. Heather screamed. The man leaned his mouth close to her ear. Tina couldn’t hear what he whispered to her friend. But, the woman began to sob and plead with the man. She kept repeating: “No, no, please no.”
Tina watched as he retrieved the bigger knife from the chair. She gasped as the man drove the knife between the Heather’s ribs, just below the shoulder blade. The crunching of bones brought on a wave of nausea. The younger woman tried to scream. Somehow it seemed muffled.
There was more crunching of bone and more muffled screams, each weaker than the last. Finally there was a sound of something wet, as if he had thrown a wet sponge against the wall. Heather’s eyes went wide from this new torture, and then closed. Tina realized that God had been merciful and allowed the younger woman to lose consciousness.
The wave of nausea returned when she realized what the man had done to her friend. There, sticking out from behind her back on both sides was two large masses of dark red. It looked for a moment like the woman had grown wings, blood red wings. She suddenly realized that the wings were, in fact, the woman’s lungs.
“It’s called the blood eagle,” the butcher announced proudly. “The Vikings used it when they had a particularly troublesome person who needed to be executed. I’m not quite done. You see, I will soon hanger her outside with her arms outstretched from a tree with her lungs actually visible under the arm pits. The lungs will give the impression of wings. That is what gives the blood eagle its name.” He hesitated as he wiped gore from the knife onto his leg.
“Unfortunately, you will not live to see that part of the presentation. That is, unless you are far stronger than I believe.”
“What…What are…are you going…?”
He cut her off. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to do that to you.” He allowed her to sigh with relief. “Do you know what the word flay means?” She shook her head, no.
“It means to skin.” With that, he lifted the knife with the curved blade. He held it in front of her eye. She looked in horror as the shiny, razor-sharp blade turned in the man’s fingers.
With a flash, he grasped her hair and jerked her head back as far as it would go. A searing pain shot through her, radiating from her right cheek. In front of her eye, the man held a bloody piece of brown skin. She could see small globules of fat clinging onto the underside. The man’s face wore a frown.
The next slice took the skin from her left cheek. The pain was equally intense. This time the flesh held before her eyes was smoother, containing no little fat globules. The salt in her tears began to sting the raw nerves that used to be protected by the skin of her cheeks.
Pain shot through her right arm as the man removed more skin from her upper arm. She screamed in pain. A wave of pain shot through her face as she screamed; the raw nerves in her cheeks becoming more and more irritated from the involuntary movement.
The next slice removed about ten inches of skin from her left arm. She tried to speak,
It was at that moment that Tina realized that Raul had not taken part in the rape. He did not get his satisfaction from sexual release. His release came from something more macabre. She looked at the knives. Tears welled in her eyes.
The man did not speak as he went about his work. He slowly stalked around the women. He would place a hand on a hip, or cup a breast. Once, he set the cold blade of the knife against Tina’s back, near the shoulder blade. She shrieked and recoiled from the touch of the metal.
After a few moments, he put the double-edged knife down and slowly strode behind Heather. Tina could see the man make several quick motions behind the blonde woman’s back. Heather screamed. The man leaned his mouth close to her ear. Tina couldn’t hear what he whispered to her friend. But, the woman began to sob and plead with the man. She kept repeating: “No, no, please no.”
Tina watched as he retrieved the bigger knife from the chair. She gasped as the man drove the knife between the Heather’s ribs, just below the shoulder blade. The crunching of bones brought on a wave of nausea. The younger woman tried to scream. Somehow it seemed muffled.
There was more crunching of bone and more muffled screams, each weaker than the last. Finally there was a sound of something wet, as if he had thrown a wet sponge against the wall. Heather’s eyes went wide from this new torture, and then closed. Tina realized that God had been merciful and allowed the younger woman to lose consciousness.
The wave of nausea returned when she realized what the man had done to her friend. There, sticking out from behind her back on both sides was two large masses of dark red. It looked for a moment like the woman had grown wings, blood red wings. She suddenly realized that the wings were, in fact, the woman’s lungs.
“It’s called the blood eagle,” the butcher announced proudly. “The Vikings used it when they had a particularly troublesome person who needed to be executed. I’m not quite done. You see, I will soon hanger her outside with her arms outstretched from a tree with her lungs actually visible under the arm pits. The lungs will give the impression of wings. That is what gives the blood eagle its name.” He hesitated as he wiped gore from the knife onto his leg.
“Unfortunately, you will not live to see that part of the presentation. That is, unless you are far stronger than I believe.”
“What…What are…are you going…?”
He cut her off. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to do that to you.” He allowed her to sigh with relief. “Do you know what the word flay means?” She shook her head, no.
“It means to skin.” With that, he lifted the knife with the curved blade. He held it in front of her eye. She looked in horror as the shiny, razor-sharp blade turned in the man’s fingers.
With a flash, he grasped her hair and jerked her head back as far as it would go. A searing pain shot through her, radiating from her right cheek. In front of her eye, the man held a bloody piece of brown skin. She could see small globules of fat clinging onto the underside. The man’s face wore a frown.
The next slice took the skin from her left cheek. The pain was equally intense. This time the flesh held before her eyes was smoother, containing no little fat globules. The salt in her tears began to sting the raw nerves that used to be protected by the skin of her cheeks.
Pain shot through her right arm as the man removed more skin from her upper arm. She screamed in pain. A wave of pain shot through her face as she screamed; the raw nerves in her cheeks becoming more and more irritated from the involuntary movement.
The next slice removed about ten inches of skin from her left arm. She tried to speak,
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