Before you read this, make sure you read Pt 1. Or this wont makes sense.
The mother of the child suddenly came out of a deep sleep. There were bracers on her ankles, chaining her to a poll. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, which chained to the choke collar around her neck and her bracers. Her restraints kept her from standing up properly, She tried her hardest to be able to break free, or stand up, or anything but nothing worked. Thriving back and forth, she screamed. She was on a hard, damp concrete with no light. She couldn't see much of anything. Something smelled like a rotting animal. Judging by the echo of her screams, she was in either a cave or a large caller. Then a television screen turned on about ten feet away from her face. It was her daughter. Tied to a chair in the basement. She was crying.
"Oh my god!" Cried the mother as she watched.
Then someone emerged from behind the camera's view but you couldn't see his head. only from about his chest down. He was wearing all black. His boots clunk on the ground as he walks closer. Behind his back, he is holding a scalpel. He is whistling twinkle twinkle little star.
The mother starts screaming again. "NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!"
Once he is covering the little girl's body from camera's view, he takes the scalpel and starts using it on the girl. The girl screams loudly. But all the mother can see is the back of the man in black. The mother can't hear the screams any wear else besides the screen, which means either she's in another room, or... it already happened. That smell was getting worse.
The woman continues to sob now looking down at her knees. "Nooooooooo, my baby. YOU b*****d!"
A few minuets later, in the upper left corner of the cellar opens a basement door. Light shines from the other side, and the shadowy outline of a man with hair to past his shoulders and a top hat stands in the middle. He beings to whistle again... Walking down the steps. Once he gets to the bottom, he pulls a light switch suspended from the ceiling, and a few dim lights turn on. Next to the mother, there is a small surgeon’s table with bloody tools on it. Next to that there is a small tin basket. The basket was the source of the smell, but she couldn't see what was inside it. The whistling stopped. She looked up, and the man was standing in front of the screen, looking down on her, His stance was intimidating. As he exhaled his heavy breath, his shoulders rolled forward in a circle. She screamed, "What have you done with my baby!"
He stopped breathing so heavily. For a few seconds he just stared at her. His face was shrouded by the shadow of his top hat. Then he laughed. In a very deep and raspy voice he said, "She's right next to you." Then he looked at the small to her right.
Slowly she turned her head, and then she saw he was staring at the basket. The smell was terrible...
Softly she cried, "no. Oh please... no"
He walked over to the basket, and as he did, she started crying louder and louder. He bent over the basket and reached his hand in it. Then he pulled out something that looked like a bloody cloth. Slightly bigger then his hand. Still she was crying louder and louder. Then he held it to the light, and the light shined through two holes near the top, and one in the middle... near the bottom. It wasn't a rag. It was a face. The mother was shrieking loudly. He then pulled on a chain hanging from the ceiling, and her neck yanked her to the ground. She was pinned on her back. Staring straight up. He then stood with his legs on either side of her, and then bent down. Slowly he put the face of her child on her own. Her head was in too much strain to struggle. Then he took a knife from his pocket and slowly started carving into his own forearm. After he had carved out a considerably big chunk, he ripped her shirt open, and started rubbing it on her bare abdomen. He then began to lick it. His breath sounded more like a lion's growl now. Slowly, he licked the blood up to her braw, then as hard as he could, he bit her in the middle of her chest. She kicked and screamed, but he had her in submission. Then he stood up and walked out of the light's shine for a moment. Suddenly, the chain's grip loosened and she could sit up again. Then he came back with a whip. He pulled another chain, and she was lifted off her feet, in the same bent over position. He held the whip in his hand.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU??!?!?!?!" Screamed the women.
In the same deep raspy voice, he replied, "I... I am sick. And you are my medicine." He then began to whip her. The mixtures of the whip snapping, and his grunts, and her screams went on and on.
Several months later, the police found her body. There was much evidence saying she spent several days in a hell of bloody rap and torture. In a trash bag tied to her foot, there was videotape showing everything that happened to her. Apparently, she was kept alive by being force fed her child and husband. There was a signature:
-The Ill…
The end.
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