HOME | DD

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

WARNING: CONTAINS TORTURE, DEATH, AND MURDER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sound of glass breaking, pulled her from her slumber. She jolted upright in her bed, and gasped in surprise. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she was sweating. She'd left the heater on when she went to bed, and now her home felt as if it had been moved to the deepest pit of hell. Somewhat shaken by her abrupt awakening, threw the blankets off her body and climbed out of bed to go an see what it was. She honestly believed it had just been her cat knocking over another flower vase, or maybe some teenage punks chucking rocks at her window. Either way, something was broken and she needed to clean it up. After slipping her feet into a pair of slippers, she headed out of her room and down the stairs. She flicked on a light once she reached the bottom of the stairs, then she proceeded to seek out the location of the broken glass. She checked all her vases- all of them were in place, and unharmed. She checked all her windows, only to find that none of them were broken. Fear began to rise in her system at that point- the only other thing that could have been broken, was her back door. Her glass, sliding back door. Her heart pounded as she made her way to the kitchen, where the door resided. To her despair, there was broken glass all over the floor right in front of her sliding glass door. The glass made it halfway to her- meaning someone had broken into her house. Someone, who might not have left yet.

Panicking, she rushed over to her kitchen drawers and rummaged through them until she found a knife- a long, carving knife. If push came to shove, she needed a method of protecting herself should the intruder be malicious. Once she had her weapon, she ran to the living room and quickly grabbed the phone. She dialed 911, and prayed that someone would answer soon- but she was never given the opportunity to speak. Before she could hear the voice on the other end of the line, an abrupt pain shot through her arm and she fell to the floor with a shout. Just after she hit the ground, a harsh kick to the back of the head knocked her unconscious. She woke sometime later, to find herself tied to a chair in her bathroom. Her head throbbed painfully, and her arm caused her serious distress. She looked at her arm, only to find it bleeding- she'd been stabbed. Blood ran down the middle of her upper arm, only to drip off of her elbow and land on the tile floor. She could tell by the small amount of blood on the ground, that she hadn't been there very long. What she knew though, was that she was defenseless and at the mercy of someone she could only assume was a homicidal maniac. Her assumption on as to whether or not he was homicidal, was immediately confirmed when he stepped behind her. She saw his face in the mirror, and immediately recognized him from a number of news reports, not to mention online horror stories.

His charred black hair. Bleached white skin. Unblinking, bloodshot eyes that bore into her very soul. The scars than ran up his cheeks to give him a disturbing, permanent smile. His bloodstained, worn out white hoodie. Without a doubt, Jeff the killer was in her home. Not only that, he had her tied up, and at his mercy. All she could do at that point, was cry and hope for a swift death- because she knew there was no chance of her being saved. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he approached her. He came to stand directly behind her- he met her eyes using the mirror to his advantage. For what felt like hours, he did nothing. He just stood there, and stared at her through his unblinking eyes. After some time passed though, she heard him laugh. His voice was deep, and held a note of insanity to it that could only be found in that of a killer. To afraid to speak, all she managed to do was cry and stare into his face through the mirror. At that point in time, she began to prey that all the sappy love stories she'd read about him online held some truth to them. She hoped he'd take a shine to her, and let her go. Instead, she was forced to watch as he put the blade of his knife into his mouth. He didn't show the slightest hint of hesitation, when he tore the blade though the flesh of his cheek. He re-cut both the healed scars on his mouth, then proceeded to laugh loudly at the horror embedded in her face.

"What's wrong princess? Don't you think I'm beautiful~?" He asked in a dark, sadistic tone as he smeared the blood running from his sliced mouth all over his face. He didn't seem to care that he got it in his unblinkable eyes- he just smeared the flood until his entire face was painted with it. Then, he looked at her intently, before putting his bloodied knife against her cheek.
"You know... You're kinda pretty- but not beautiful. Not yet..." He said in a sickly sweet tone as he lightly trailed the tip of the knife across her cheeks- he mapped out where he wanted to cut, to make sure she came out looking the way he wanted.
"Don't worry though... I'll make you beautiful~... Not as beautiful as I am, but I'm sure you'll be a close second~" He chimed, before he suddenly dug the blade into her right cheek. With a quick jerk of his hand, he cut the right side of her mouth from the back of her jaw, to her lips. She tried to scream, but the shock of the injury made her voice break- no sound came from her. Blood ran down her face and pooled in her mouth as she cried, and another silent scream left her when he did the same to her other cheek. Once he finished with her face, he took a towel off the towel rack and used it to wipe the blood off her mouth. Then, he held the sides of her face and forced her to look at herself in the mirror.
"There, see~?... You're much more beautiful now~... But, we're not done yet. You've got the smile, now you need the eyes~" He chimed, causing her eyes to widen in fear as she watched him pull a lighter from his pocket. At that moment she found her voice and screamed, only to have the towel shoved in her mouth to quiet her.
"Shh~ Don't make such a ruckus princess~... Wouldn't want anyone to interrupt your makeover, now would we~?" He cooed as he flicked on the lighter, before he forced her head back so he could work without burning her eyes too badly. He held the open flame over the skin of her eyelids, and he chuckled as he watched the frail skin immediately burn. Before long, the smell of cooking meat filled the bathroom, as did smoke as he charred off her upper eyelid. As soon as he finished with the upper lid, he moved the flame lower to burn off the lower. He worked with a steady hand, and barely harmed the sensitive eye whilst he removed its main source of protection. After fifteen minutes of agony, he'd managed to burn off both eyelids on the first eye. Then, he paused a moment to force her to look in the mirror once more.
"See~?... Much better~ Now I've gotta do the other one~" He chimed, before he did to her other eye as he did to the first. After another fifteen minutes of excruciating pain, he finally finished. Then, he forced her to look into the mirror once more, and he pressed his lips against her temple in an almost affectionate manner. The contact made her sick. Had it not been for the cloth blocking her mouth, she probably would have vomited. Instead, all she was able to do was glare at him through her burned, bloodshot, and watering eyes. He seemed to find her look amusing, because all he did in response was burst into a fit of laughter. Then, he abruptly stopped and stared at her for a while. He titled his head as if confused, then muttered something incoherent to himself before he turned and started to go through her bathroom sink. After a moment, he produced a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a jug of bleach. Had her eyelids not been burned off, she would have widened her eyes. She knew what he was about to do. She froze with fear, but wanted nothing more than to escape her bids.
"Y'know, I can be such a fucking idiot sometimes! I completely forgot about being lit on fire!... You'd think I wouldn't have any trouble remembering that, huh?" He said in a someone irritated tone as he uncapped the bottle of rubbing alcohol, before he dumped it on her head. She screamed against the cloth in her mouth- the fluid burned her unblinkable eyes and torn mouth. No matter how frantically she shook her head, she couldn't get the burning substance to leave her face. The alcohol soaked into her hair and clothes, the smell of it making her light headed and nauseous. The trembled violently as she watched him work the cap off the bleach.
"Aw, don't be scared princess~ After this, you'll be as beautiful as you can get~ And if you manage to live through it, I'll let you be my gal~ If not... Oh well, there are plenty of fish in the sea~ Either way, I win~" He chimed in a sinister tone, before he poured the bleach all over her body. The burning fluid soaked into her clothing, into the ropes that bound her. She tasted it when it was absorbed by the towel shoved into her mouth, and she frantically tried to spit it out, but to no avail. While she thrashed, Jeff flicked on his lighter, before he held the flame against her skin. In a matter of seconds, she was completely in flames. Her clothes burned off, and her skin melted and stuck to the metal of the chair she was tied to. Her eyes popped under the intense heat, and when the towel in her mouth burned away she attempted to scream- but her voice had long since been lost to the heat. The severed flesh of her cheeks shrank, exposing her teeth. The inside of her mouth caught fire, and she inhaled the flames. Her lungs blistered and burned. Heat and suffocation pushed her writhing frame over the edge, and she suddenly fell still as she died. By then the bathroom had caught fire. He'd fled the flames, not willing to experience being the human torch for a second time in his life- but there was a glint of disappointment in his unblinking eyes. He made his way to a house across the street, and hid in the tree-house. From his hiding place, he was able to watch clearly as the home caught fire.

People soon gathered, screaming and shouting to see if the woman trapped inside was alright. The police, a group of horde of firemen, and a few ambulances arrived on the scene. For hours he sat and watched as the firemen struggled to put out the flames- then he watched as they rushed inside in search of survivors. They emerged empty handed, and sent paramedics inside. He sighed and played with his knife as he watched them later emerge with a body bag, sporting the charred corpse of his most recent love interest. How many did that make? Six? He stopped counting after he killed that cute blond- she'd been a Freshman in college if he remembered correctly. Not that it mattered- she hadn't survived her makeover either. He shook his head and grumbled as he settled down for the night, positive that no one would be coming to the tree-house for a while. Why was it so hard to find a girlfriend worthy of his beauty? Ah well. He was sure to find a suitable partner eventually. He'd just have to keep trying...

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

WARNING: CONTAINS TORTURE, DEATH, AND MURDER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sound of glass breaking, pulled her from her slumber. She jolted upright in her bed, and gasped in surprise. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she was sweating. She'd left the heater on when she went to bed, and now her home felt as if it had been moved to the deepest pit of hell. Somewhat shaken by her abrupt awakening, threw the blankets off her body and climbed out of bed to go an see what it was. She honestly believed it had just been her cat knocking over another flower vase, or maybe some teenage punks chucking rocks at her window. Either way, something was broken and she needed to clean it up. After slipping her feet into a pair of slippers, she headed out of her room and down the stairs. She flicked on a light once she reached the bottom of the stairs, then she proceeded to seek out the location of the broken glass. She checked all her vases- all of them were in place, and unharmed. She checked all her windows, only to find that none of them were broken. Fear began to rise in her system at that point- the only other thing that could have been broken, was her back door. Her glass, sliding back door. Her heart pounded as she made her way to the kitchen, where the door resided. To her despair, there was broken glass all over the floor right in front of her sliding glass door. The glass made it halfway to her- meaning someone had broken into her house. Someone, who might not have left yet.

Panicking, she rushed over to her kitchen drawers and rummaged through them until she found a knife- a long, carving knife. If push came to shove, she needed a method of protecting herself should the intruder be malicious. Once she had her weapon, she ran to the living room and quickly grabbed the phone. She dialed 911, and prayed that someone would answer soon- but she was never given the opportunity to speak. Before she could hear the voice on the other end of the line, an abrupt pain shot through her arm and she fell to the floor with a shout. Just after she hit the ground, a harsh kick to the back of the head knocked her unconscious. She woke sometime later, to find herself tied to a chair in her bathroom. Her head throbbed painfully, and her arm caused her serious distress. She looked at her arm, only to find it bleeding- she'd been stabbed. Blood ran down the middle of her upper arm, only to drip off of her elbow and land on the tile floor. She could tell by the small amount of blood on the ground, that she hadn't been there very long. What she knew though, was that she was defenseless and at the mercy of someone she could only assume was a homicidal maniac. Her assumption on as to whether or not he was homicidal, was immediately confirmed when he stepped behind her. She saw his face in the mirror, and immediately recognized him from a number of news reports, not to mention online horror stories.

His charred black hair. Bleached white skin. Unblinking, bloodshot eyes that bore into her very soul. The scars than ran up his cheeks to give him a disturbing, permanent smile. His bloodstained, worn out white hoodie. Without a doubt, Jeff the killer was in her home. Not only that, he had her tied up, and at his mercy. All she could do at that point, was cry and hope for a swift death- because she knew there was no chance of her being saved. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he approached her. He came to stand directly behind her- he met her eyes using the mirror to his advantage. For what felt like hours, he did nothing. He just stood there, and stared at her through his unblinking eyes. After some time passed though, she heard him laugh. His voice was deep, and held a note of insanity to it that could only be found in that of a killer. To afraid to speak, all she managed to do was cry and stare into his face through the mirror. At that point in time, she began to prey that all the sappy love stories she'd read about him online held some truth to them. She hoped he'd take a shine to her, and let her go. Instead, she was forced to watch as he put the blade of his knife into his mouth. He didn't show the slightest hint of hesitation, when he tore the blade though the flesh of his cheek. He re-cut both the healed scars on his mouth, then proceeded to laugh loudly at the horror embedded in her face.

"What's wrong princess? Don't you think I'm beautiful~?" He asked in a dark, sadistic tone as he smeared the blood running from his sliced mouth all over his face. He didn't seem to care that he got it in his unblinkable eyes- he just smeared the flood until his entire face was painted with it. Then, he looked at her intently, before putting his bloodied knife against her cheek.
"You know... You're kinda pretty- but not beautiful. Not yet..." He said in a sickly sweet tone as he lightly trailed the tip of the knife across her cheeks- he mapped out where he wanted to cut, to make sure she came out looking the way he wanted.
"Don't worry though... I'll make you beautiful~... Not as beautiful as I am, but I'm sure you'll be a close second~" He chimed, before he suddenly dug the blade into her right cheek. With a quick jerk of his hand, he cut the right side of her mouth from the back of her jaw, to her lips. She tried to scream, but the shock of the injury made her voice break- no sound came from her. Blood ran down her face and pooled in her mouth as she cried, and another silent scream left her when he did the same to her other cheek. Once he finished with her face, he took a towel off the towel rack and used it to wipe the blood off her mouth. Then, he held the sides of her face and forced her to look at herself in the mirror.
"There, see~?... You're much more beautiful now~... But, we're not done yet. You've got the smile, now you need the eyes~" He chimed, causing her eyes to widen in fear as she watched him pull a lighter from his pocket. At that moment she found her voice and screamed, only to have the towel shoved in her mouth to quiet her.
"Shh~ Don't make such a ruckus princess~... Wouldn't want anyone to interrupt your makeover, now would we~?" He cooed as he flicked on the lighter, before he forced her head back so he could work without burning her eyes too badly. He held the open flame over the skin of her eyelids, and he chuckled as he watched the frail skin immediately burn. Before long, the smell of cooking meat filled the bathroom, as did smoke as he charred off her upper eyelid. As soon as he finished with the upper lid, he moved the flame lower to burn off the lower. He worked with a steady hand, and barely harmed the sensitive eye whilst he removed its main source of protection. After fifteen minutes of agony, he'd managed to burn off both eyelids on the first eye. Then, he paused a moment to force her to look in the mirror once more.
"See~?... Much better~ Now I've gotta do the other one~" He chimed, before he did to her other eye as he did to the first. After another fifteen minutes of excruciating pain, he finally finished. Then, he forced her to look into the mirror once more, and he pressed his lips against her temple in an almost affectionate manner. The contact made her sick. Had it not been for the cloth blocking her mouth, she probably would have vomited. Instead, all she was able to do was glare at him through her burned, bloodshot, and watering eyes. He seemed to find her look amusing, because all he did in response was burst into a fit of laughter. Then, he abruptly stopped and stared at her for a while. He titled his head as if confused, then muttered something incoherent to himself before he turned and started to go through her bathroom sink. After a moment, he produced a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a jug of bleach. Had her eyelids not been burned off, she would have widened her eyes. She knew what he was about to do. She froze with fear, but wanted nothing more than to escape her bids.
"Y'know, I can be such a fucking idiot sometimes! I completely forgot about being lit on fire!... You'd think I wouldn't have any trouble remembering that, huh?" He said in a someone irritated tone as he uncapped the bottle of rubbing alcohol, before he dumped it on her head. She screamed against the cloth in her mouth- the fluid burned her unblinkable eyes and torn mouth. No matter how frantically she shook her head, she couldn't get the burning substance to leave her face. The alcohol soaked into her hair and clothes, the smell of it making her light headed and nauseous. The trembled violently as she watched him work the cap off the bleach.
"Aw, don't be scared princess~ After this, you'll be as beautiful as you can get~ And if you manage to live through it, I'll let you be my gal~ If not... Oh well, there are plenty of fish in the sea~ Either way, I win~" He chimed in a sinister tone, before he poured the bleach all over her body. The burning fluid soaked into her clothing, into the ropes that bound her. She tasted it when it was absorbed by the towel shoved into her mouth, and she frantically tried to spit it out, but to no avail. While she thrashed, Jeff flicked on his lighter, before he held the flame against her skin. In a matter of seconds, she was completely in flames. Her clothes burned off, and her skin melted and stuck to the metal of the chair she was tied to. Her eyes popped under the intense heat, and when the towel in her mouth burned away she attempted to scream- but her voice had long since been lost to the heat. The severed flesh of her cheeks shrank, exposing her teeth. The inside of her mouth caught fire, and she inhaled the flames. Her lungs blistered and burned. Heat and suffocation pushed her writhing frame over the edge, and she suddenly fell still as she died. By then the bathroom had caught fire. He'd fled the flames, not willing to experience being the human torch for a second time in his life- but there was a glint of disappointment in his unblinking eyes. He made his way to a house across the street, and hid in the tree-house. From his hiding place, he was able to watch clearly as the home caught fire.

People soon gathered, screaming and shouting to see if the woman trapped inside was alright. The police, a group of horde of firemen, and a few ambulances arrived on the scene. For hours he sat and watched as the firemen struggled to put out the flames- then he watched as they rushed inside in search of survivors. They emerged empty handed, and sent paramedics inside. He sighed and played with his knife as he watched them later emerge with a body bag, sporting the charred corpse of his most recent love interest. How many did that make? Six? He stopped counting after he killed that cute blond- she'd been a Freshman in college if he remembered correctly. Not that it mattered- she hadn't survived her makeover either. He shook his head and grumbled as he settled down for the night, positive that no one would be coming to the tree-house for a while. Why was it so hard to find a girlfriend worthy of his beauty? Ah well. He was sure to find a suitable partner eventually. He'd just have to keep trying...