Sleep

Sleep.
(Trigger warning)

There’s no way that I’m sorry for what I did. On that lonely, cold night, the lights flickering over me. So much blood… blood everywhere…. Nobody can help me now. I just need to… sleep….

She was sleeping when I took out the syringe and gently injected her with some simple sedatives that I swiped from the local clinic. After I injected this to insure her sleep would continue I stole her from her bed. Her parents were sleeping and I had done my research, I easily slipped in and out of the house without being noticed by anyone. I placed her in the back of my car lying down but buckled in as to not draw any attention from passing citizens who might be suspicious.

 After about an hour long drive I pulled the car into my cabin, it was nice, secluded far from any cities, and people. I got out and grabbed her and brought her into the house. I put her down on the couch before unlocking the basement door; I picked her up again and carried her down the long dark staircase. I carefully put her small body over my shoulder and unlocked the second door; this door was much different from the first. It was a large thick door made of cold hard steel; I found it online for sale. This door was an old vintage door from a bomb shelter a few decades ago, and although it was old it was in almost perfect condition. I modified it to fit onto the sound proof room I had made below the basement. I opened the door into the large concrete room I had made carefully, making sure it didn’t close and lock itself behind me. I ducked and stepped in, the door was large but I’m a tall burly man so I have to slouch a little to enter. I walked to the bed in the middle of the room and placed her down on it on top of the covers. I had already checked to make sure the video cameras worked earlier so I made my way upstairs to my bedroom and turned on my computer.

 The picture was bright in the dark room, I had the lights off and curtains drawn so it was pitch black except for the bright monitor. It took her about 45 minutes to wake up, for a while I thought that I had injected her with too much of the sedative but she eventually woke up. I watched her on the screen, at first she was calm. She didn’t seem to notice that she wasn’t at home in her bed. After she was less groggy, and more alert she started to panic. She jumped out of her bed and started looking around the room frantically for an exit. Obviously there wasn’t one, I had looked over every inch of that cell and my design was flawless. After about an hour of frantically running around and moving furniture around she started hitting the walls. She punched, and clawed until her hands were bleeding all over the walls. She started hitting the large steel door and pulled at the edges with her small fingers.

I stepped away from the computer and headed to the kitchen, and looked in the full fridge and grabbed some lunch meat, lettuce, bread, and condiments. I made a sandwich and got a monster energy drink from the fridge. Then I placed the sandwich on a nice clean white plate as I thought about what I was going to do. I sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed my meal as I mentally prepared for what was to come.  

After I had finished my food and put the dish in the sink and the empty can in the trash. I went back over to the computer and observed the girl, she was in the corner crying. She would look up every few seconds as if checking for something, or maybe someone. But there was nobody to save her now. She belongs to me, I got her and she will never leave me alive. I went to the kitchen once again and went to the drawer just right of the sink, inside the drawer was an assortment of knives and scalpels that I would use to torture and kill her. I picked up three knives and two scalpels and put them in the special case that I had made. I rolled it up and then went back to my room and opened the computer desk, there were more syringes full of sedatives. I put the syringe in the case with my knives. Then I walked to the basement and carefully opened the door into the cold concrete room. She looked me straight in the eye and just stared as I mostly closed the door behind me, not letting it shut and get us both locked in. I turned around and blocked her view of the case as I took out the syringe. She was silent, I assumed it was because a 6’ 5” man just walked in the room and was also dead silent as he went to work.

 I hid the syringe behind my back as I walked towards her. She sunk back into the corner more than she already had when I walked in. There was no way around me and I grabbed her arm and injected her with only a quarter of the contents, as to not make her sleep… only make her weak. I put her on the bed and took the rope from my pocket then restrained her arms, legs, and torso. She was slightly wriggling around, not enough to actually do anything because of the sedative I had given her. I picked up the case that had my instruments in it and took out one of my scalpels, her eyes widened as I turned towards her with the blade glinting in the light. I smiled at her reaction which made the fear in her eyes grow more. 

I pulled her shirt off of her stomach and quickly placed the blade to her skin, she whimpered and shook from its cold touch. Then I pressed down harder and started to cut , she yelped and kept making more noise until I stopped. This would not do, in order for me to do this properly she would have to settle down. I grabbed the syringe again and injected her with a little bit more and waited for its effects to kick in. I leant down and whispered in her ear, “sleep…”

I had finished the procedure and taken out one of her kidneys, it was smaller than I thought it would be. But it would have to do. I made my way upstairs and got my knife out of the butcher’s block and thin sliced the small fleshy mass and marinated it in some steak marinade, then I cooked it on my skillet. I seasoned it with a bit of steak seasoning and put it in the bag of lunch meat that I had previously been keeping in my fridge. I couldn’t wait to eat it later.

 I went back to the monitor to find her still sleeping on the dirty mattress with blood all over it. ‘She bled a lot’ I thought to myself silently, I pushed that thought to the back of my head and looked back at the monitor. I had left her restrained so that she wouldn’t injure herself or rupture her wound. I had stitched her stomach back up before I had cooked her kidney. I took a sip of my energy drink it was only a few more minutes before she woke up and started screaming because of the stitches… or maybe it was the pain. I opened my desk drawer and it quietly squeaked open. I took out another syringe labeled “Morphine” and walked downstairs once again. 

I got to the basement and grabbed some paper towels and rubbing alcohol and stepped into the small room. She screamed again when she saw me. The terror grew in her small bloodshot eyes, if it was even possible for her to feel more fear than she already was. I walked over to the bed and she pulled as hard as she could on her restraints to get away from me, they didn’t budge. I knew how to tie a knot that only I could untie, she was out of luck. She kept screaming and I soon got very annoyed. I took out the syringe of morphine and held it up to my face as I examined it closely. I flicked the barrel to get out any air bubbles and then turned to her. She was silent now just staring into me intensely, “ You know… I would kill you right here and now if I didn’t need you alive. You’re lucky little girl.” I grinned and evil toothy smile and she screamed again loudly. I plunged the needle into her arm and squeezed the morphine into her. She kept screaming for another two minutes until it started to fade to quiet, I was impressed with her lung capacity. I would take those next if they weren’t necessary for keeping her alive. 

I took the rubbing alcohol and drenched the paper towels with it and cleaned her stitches out to prevent infection. The rubbing alcohol got most of the dried blood off too, I got some water and wiped the rest of her body clean, she had sweat and dirt packed onto most of her body. She looked much better. I wet another paper towel and wiped off her face and neck, there. She looked like nothing had ever happened.

It was a few hours later and she had woken up, she stopped screaming a while ago and she was begging me to take off the ropes. Of course I declined, what if she ripped out her stitches? What if she ruptured the wound? I couldn’t let her free of the ropes, they were protecting her. She begged and begged until I gave in. I walked down the stairs and opened the door, “ If I take off the ropes will you rip out you stitches, or do anything to hurt yourself?” “No…” she answered meekly. I agreed to take them off and slowly untied each arm and leg. 

She scrambled to her feet on the floor across the bed form me. I was folding the ropes and putting them in my pocket when I heard her small damp feet slapping across the concrete floor, I thought nothing of it and calmly turned my head in the direction of the noise only to see the large door closing behind her small body. I froze for a second before I jumped up and ran to the door, I pushed against it with all of my strength and weight… it didn’t budge. I fell to the ground as tears fell down my cheeks. This was the end. I got up and sat back at the bed and something poked me through the top of my back pocket. I touched the sharp side carefully and cut my finger on it. I had my scalpel. I went to the door and put it into the lock but the inside of the door was rusted out and it crumbled like sand. There was no way out. I had no food, no water, and no escape.

That brings me to now. It’s been about a week, maybe more. I’m not proud to say I have been living off of my own bodily fluids. It’s so cold in here. My fists are bloody from pounding on the door trying to escape, my fingers are torn open from trying to pick the lock on that stupid door. I am done. I take the scalpel from the mattress and look at it. This is it. I put the scalpel on my wrist and slice up my arm, deep enough to make the blood gush from my arm . I repeat this with the other arm. I rest my head against the cold wall behind me, looking up at the flickering lights. Then I look back down at my arms… its finally almost over. My legs were covered, so was my shirt. It had started pooling around me, it was starting to go dark. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can barely open them again, I’m losing consciousness. My eyes are barely open, my strength leaving me… So much blood… blood everywhere…. Nobody can help me now. I just need to… sleep….

Original work by P.H.