could not explain this to herself but her mind was suddenly possessed by a feeling of eerie calm and tranquility. There was no fear. There was no self-doubt. There was really only the desire to save herself, as the maniac had said. He did not know this, but he had just reawakened in her the desire to live at all costs.
The man continued to ramble as he checked out each and every knife in his kit. The kit must have contained ten different knives of different sharpness, shape, and length. She was actually curious what each knife’s job was, but as he spoke she began to formulate a plot.
The duct tape was tight around her bare skin, but the maniac had not realized that the air conditioning was not on. He was wearing a full body suit so he was probably sweating profusely under there anyway. Darla was starting to sweat like a pig the more she writhed and moved against the duct tape that was tied tightly around her ankles and her wrists.
The assailant was paying her no attention as he spoke. He had his back to her and as he went on with his retarded speech he was holding each one of his knives up to the light and inspecting it, as if making sure it was ready to do the function that might be asked of it.
The tape was giving away a bit, even as it dug into her skin. She found the chafing and the pain to be lessening as her wrists began to get very moist. She concentrated on keeping her breathing as shallow as she could to drive her body temperature up and to keep the sweat pouring on.
“I am going to remove each and every single section of your skin with these knives. There is something about the human animal that is so beautiful, but the skin is the real marvelous creation. It covers everything, wrapping around it in perfect formation. It stretches and it retracts. It is the biggest organ in the body and people mistreat it so. They cause it to age prematurely. They subject it to harsh weather without the proper protection and they don’t take care of flaws and cuts when they happen, allowing bacteria to form and to infect the body. The skin is supposed to keep all of that out, but people fail it. It is not the other way around.”
Her right hand had now popped free. She could hardly believe it! She quickly went to work on the other hand while he was still blabbing. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She just had to have the guts to achieve it. That was all. She had to do the right thing here and take this psycho out. Who could tell how many other people he was going to hurt with this? The man had to be stopped!
Her other hand popped free and in one swift motion she sat up in the bed, grabbed the knife from his hand and caught him totally by surprise. He did not have time to react even a little bit when he realized what was happening. Jerking the knife from his hand she spun it around and planted all six inches of the blade deep into his chest, just missing the heart due to the fact that he still had his back to her and he turned on her as she swung at him. His shoulder blocked a little bit of the blow as the blade glanced off and plowed through his flesh to stick deeply in his chest.
The man tried to scream but the sound had been choked off by the fact that the knife had landed in his chest. She wondered if maybe she had punctured a lung or something else important, but she did not have time to think about it now.
He rolled off the bed to the floor clutching the knife in his chest and trying to scream, but she could tell he was holding it back also because he did not want any of the neighbors to possibly hear him. Darla unhooked the duct tape from her ankles and rolled off the bed.
The masked man pulled the knife from his chest in one swift movement, leaving a gaping hole in his chest that was now gushing blood. Darla jumped off the bed running past him as he lunged forward to her, but she was out the door and running down the hall. She did not care how naked she was right then.
She heard him stumbling into the
The man continued to ramble as he checked out each and every knife in his kit. The kit must have contained ten different knives of different sharpness, shape, and length. She was actually curious what each knife’s job was, but as he spoke she began to formulate a plot.
The duct tape was tight around her bare skin, but the maniac had not realized that the air conditioning was not on. He was wearing a full body suit so he was probably sweating profusely under there anyway. Darla was starting to sweat like a pig the more she writhed and moved against the duct tape that was tied tightly around her ankles and her wrists.
The assailant was paying her no attention as he spoke. He had his back to her and as he went on with his retarded speech he was holding each one of his knives up to the light and inspecting it, as if making sure it was ready to do the function that might be asked of it.
The tape was giving away a bit, even as it dug into her skin. She found the chafing and the pain to be lessening as her wrists began to get very moist. She concentrated on keeping her breathing as shallow as she could to drive her body temperature up and to keep the sweat pouring on.
“I am going to remove each and every single section of your skin with these knives. There is something about the human animal that is so beautiful, but the skin is the real marvelous creation. It covers everything, wrapping around it in perfect formation. It stretches and it retracts. It is the biggest organ in the body and people mistreat it so. They cause it to age prematurely. They subject it to harsh weather without the proper protection and they don’t take care of flaws and cuts when they happen, allowing bacteria to form and to infect the body. The skin is supposed to keep all of that out, but people fail it. It is not the other way around.”
Her right hand had now popped free. She could hardly believe it! She quickly went to work on the other hand while he was still blabbing. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She just had to have the guts to achieve it. That was all. She had to do the right thing here and take this psycho out. Who could tell how many other people he was going to hurt with this? The man had to be stopped!
Her other hand popped free and in one swift motion she sat up in the bed, grabbed the knife from his hand and caught him totally by surprise. He did not have time to react even a little bit when he realized what was happening. Jerking the knife from his hand she spun it around and planted all six inches of the blade deep into his chest, just missing the heart due to the fact that he still had his back to her and he turned on her as she swung at him. His shoulder blocked a little bit of the blow as the blade glanced off and plowed through his flesh to stick deeply in his chest.
The man tried to scream but the sound had been choked off by the fact that the knife had landed in his chest. She wondered if maybe she had punctured a lung or something else important, but she did not have time to think about it now.
He rolled off the bed to the floor clutching the knife in his chest and trying to scream, but she could tell he was holding it back also because he did not want any of the neighbors to possibly hear him. Darla unhooked the duct tape from her ankles and rolled off the bed.
The masked man pulled the knife from his chest in one swift movement, leaving a gaping hole in his chest that was now gushing blood. Darla jumped off the bed running past him as he lunged forward to her, but she was out the door and running down the hall. She did not care how naked she was right then.
She heard him stumbling into the
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