Tessa lay quietly on the table, slowly rolling her head back. Her body hurt so bad…so much. She saw death coming and very soon. She stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, barely open enough to see. The door opened and Carver walked in, approaching the table to stand at her side. She trembled when she saw who it was. "What did I do to you?" She asked, her voice scratching and weak. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Carver smiled behind his mask. "Because I want to Tessa...I don't care who you are….How much you beg….How much you cry….I hate every miserable breath you take." Tessa began to cry harder. "The mere sight of you makes me want to gut you alive and I'd love every bloody heart wrenching moment of it."
She gasped hard trying to breathe as his mask stared down at her. "I love it when you squirm under my knife. The taste of your blood on my fingers, I love to watch you suffer. Does that tell you anything Tessa?"
She shook hard as he grabbed her arm hard tying it off and turned it over. He pulled a syringe out loaded with a mixture of morphine and heroin. He took the cap off with his teeth, "I'm going to fuck you up so bad Tessa. Over and over...till you piss blood from your fucken ears." The needle slid in quickly and he pushed the junk into her vein. It burned as it entered her system. He dropped her arm and touched her face, causing her to shudder. "I love every moment I touch you…cut you...make you scream….you're all I want...and all I hate sweetheart." She cried hopelessly as he strapped her wrists down to the table. "I want under your skin. I want inside your body...inside your head."
"God please."
He grabbed her face hard and squeezed. "GOD DOESN'T CARE BITCH...HES NOT COMING!"
Tessa cried hysterically, fighting the restraints. "Feed me your pain. I own you now. You are mine. It has only just begun for you. Scream, cry, and beg. All I want is your pain and your suffering." He turned and walked away from her.
Tessa cried out painfully as the door slammed shut behind him. "I wanna go home. Please. Let me go," She cried hysterically out to no one. Carver stood outside the door leaning against it. He smiled to himself as he pulled his mask off. His handsome face dripped with the evil she created inside him. His eyes were a dark iced blue and he sported shoulder length curly dirty blonde hair, a mustache and goatee. "Love ya Tessa."