Stitches

He was very proud of what he had planned for tonight. He had gathered all of the necessary supplies, sat down and thought about what he was going to do, then he wrote it down so he wouldn’t forget. He made a very nice detailed list. It was all so perfect. He had grabbed the girl off of a street corner, planning his route extremely carefully. She was one of the girls who went out regularly and partied the night away, she did every weekend and sometimes weekdays as well. He had followed her all the way from the club to the empty street, but of course she was too intoxicated to notice his car behind her the entire time. He didn’t even have to jump out and grab her like people usually do, he casually rolled down the passenger window and asked her if she wanted a ride home. She hesitated, but only for a moment. She opened the door and hopped in clumsily, then he drove off. It was really that easy. He drove a little bit above the speed limit, not enough to get caught of course, but just enough that they would arrive at the abandoned warehouse a few minutes sooner and she wouldn’t ask too many questions before they got there.

She was so drunk in the car that she passed out on the ride there, this was perfect for the man’s plan. He picked up her limp body and carried her inside the old structure, he set her down on the table and she slowly woke up. She started asking where she was, he told her not to worry and tied her down on the operating table. She started to panic now. As drunk as she was, she knew that this wasn’t right. She struggled against the restraints, but he had planned for this. He broke one of her shins with a small club he had brought just in case. She screamed and cried, he laughed and smiled at her. He grabbed the saw from the table and started cutting just above her kneecap, all the way through she wailed in pain. When he finally got through, he took her severed leg and got a skin graft from it. He sewed it onto her stump that used to be her leg. She kept kicking and wriggling under him. He couldn’t work like this; he would mess up. He took the club and hit her over the head with it, she was unconscious now. He continued to sew the flap of skin onto her leg.

He moved to the other leg and repeated his previous actions, saw, cut, sew. Then he moved to her arm, he started sawing off just above the joint of her elbow. She started to wake up again, “Good morning, I’m glad you’re awake. Now you can join the fun.” He said. She screamed in response, and tried to wiggle her arm so that he couldn’t cut anymore. He held her arm down and continued to cut. Her screams became more and more hoarse, her throat had to be burning by now. He took another skin graft from her arm and sewed it onto where he had cut. She kicked and screamed, then a puzzled look came across her face, she looked down at her legs and screamed. The man again smiled at her, happy with his work. He had worked hard to make her perfect. She cried as he moved around her to her other arm, he was so happy. He was almost finished now; she would become his own, living doll. He would dress her up, do her hair, and play with her all the time. He would finally have a friend to play with. He cut the other arm, again she kicked and screamed. He continued working and ignored her struggling, she stopped after about 5 minutes of it not working. He was relieved, now he could work in peace. He again sewed on the skin so that her arm was complete.

 Only one thing left to do now, he would remove her teeth so that she didn’t snap at him. He grabbed the pliers and quickly moved towards her. He knew she wouldn’t open up on her own so he grabbed the club and put her out again, he didn’t enjoy doing this as much as you might think. They were going to be friends after all. He peeled back her lips and put them in the dentists tool he got, it held her lips open so that he could work on her teeth. He examined them, they were beautiful. He opened her jaw a little bit and put the pliers on one of her bottom teeth, he wiggled them around and yanked. The tooth came out fairly easily, although it took some muscle. He continued to do this with all of her teeth, one by one. He couldn’t get some of the back ones out, so he left them in. It would be better for her chewing food. He stepped back and admired his work. He was very pleased.

He got the frilly, pink doll dress he had picked out for her and put it onto her, then he dressed the wounds with gauze and bandages. She was so pretty. She started to wake up, he grabbed the mirror he brought for her. Her eyes fluttered open, he held the mirror up to her so she could see how pretty she was. She screamed again and started to cry. The man smiled, he knew she would love it. She saw her teeth missing, and moved her tongue to feel around her mouth. She screamed again, sobbing at herself. He picked her up, “You’re my new doll” he smiled. She screamed and sobbed more, she wiggled in an attempt to get away. The man had a good grip on her, she wasn’t going anywhere. He took her to his car and buckled her into the back seat, he was taking her home to their dollhouse. He drove a few hours with her screaming in the back seat, his house was by itself on several acres. They could play alone together forever!

Original work by P.H.