Lockout of Sanity (bxb)

Naked…

And tied to a tree…

He never thought that this day will come for him. He is shivering… from the coldness and the fear. He knew he will die, just like the rest of his friends. He is covered in regret. He had always been regretful of his actions but he never been this regretful. Especially now that he is found. He shouldn’t have done what he did a year ago and as karma shows up at his door, he is about to suffer the same fate.

“Please… I beg you. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,” he begged to the man who’s standing only about 7 meters away from him. The man smiles at him. It is almost as if he was pleased to hear his victim pleading while he is bouncing a rock up and down in his hand, over and over...

“One,” the man started to count. He throws the rock that was in his hand to the boy that was tied to the tree. The boy screams in pain as it hits his head. Thick blood starts to flow down from the wound.

“Please!!!!” He screamed in his beg. The man starts to pick up another rock from the pile he had gathered on the ground beside where he is standing.

“Two,” the man counted again as he throws another rock.

“Stop! Please stop!”

“Three.” Another rock hit him.

“Argh!!! Please…”

“Four.” Yet another… The boy stops begging now. He only cries in pain and quivers in fear. The man smiles again. This time, it does look as if he is about to laugh at what he is seeing.

“Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten,” He keeps on counting and with each count, a rock hits the boy. The boy’s body is left bruised and bloodied from the impact.

The time has come…

The boy closes his eyes as he sees the man walking closer to his side with a knife held tightly in his hand. He knows what’s coming… He closes his eyes as if he will stop all of this from happening. Deep inside, he had stopped hoping for a miracle to come. He knows his ending. The man lifted the knife up to the boy’s neck and slowly, ignoring the boy’s squealing and screaming, tears up the soft thin skin on his neck, ignoring the scream which had gotten louder, just savoring the sight of the blood gurgling out of the wound, painting the boy’s chest in dark red, with a steady twisted smile on his face. He has now claimed his 13th victim. This supposed to be his last. But his thirst didn’t die there.