Psychos

I sit at my desk, staring at the clock on the wall. The sound of the ticking echos through the empty room. Juliet was supposed to be here five minutes ago, so I can train her. I'll have to punish her for this. Usually we wouldn't let anybody else join us especially a girl. But Juliet is different, she's like us. She would laugh whenever she heard Danielle's screams. The other girl we had, I had to kill her because she wouldn't shut up.

I had asked Juliet why she would laugh and she told me, she liked the Danielle suffered. She liked the sound of her screaming in pain, or begging for her life. She likes it when other people are in pain, it amuses her. She had that certain spark in her, that evil side that shows itself more than the nice side. Just like all of us, so the guys and I decided to give her a chance. She wants to be like us, but she must learn the way to do things, and how to put fear into others. A loud knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts.
"Come in." I call out, and my door opens. Juliet comes in and closes the door behind her. She's in a pair of blue jean shorts and a wight long sleeved shirt that I laid out for her.

"You're late." I say standing up from my chair, fixing my suit.
"I know, I'm sorry Andy." She says with her head bowed.
"I said 9 a.m. sharp. I didn't say a minute late or a minute early, did I?" I ask her in a sharp tone. She must learn that she has to listen to and do ever we tell her to.
"No, you didn't." She says shaking her head.
"You'll have to be punished for that." I say crossing my arms over my chest.

She looks up at me, fear and understanding crosses her face. She nods and bows her head again. I walk out from behind my desk and in front of her. She flinches slightly and I chuckle to myself.
"So, today you start training." I say looking down at her, she is at least 6 inches shorter than me. She nods slightly.
"Come with me." I say leaving the room. She follows a few steps behind. I walk down the long hallway and the long spiral staircase. I lead her through the big living room and to the front door.
"Where are we going?" She asks.
"Shh, don't ask questions."

I open the door and the sun's rays blind me. I ignore it and walk into the heat. The gravel crunches loudly under my feet. I take her around back and we walk towards the warehouse. The warehouse is where everything happens, that's where we keep the girls. We get to the big metal doors and I open one, a loud creaking sound escaping from the hinges.
"Andy, why are we here?" She knows what this place is, she was here a good four days before we decided on making her one of us.
"Don't worry my darling, you must learn." I say stepping into the warehouse.

The first room you walk into is the one we keep the girls in. There are six big metal crates, three on the bottom and three on the top. We usually only have up to two girls, but sometimes we get more. We take a right into a long corridor, rooms lining the walls. I take her to the second room on the right. In the middle of the room is a chair. Beside that is a long table with wheels, she steps in and I shut the door.
"You want to be feared, right?" I ask and she nods.
"Well, to make people fear you, you have to know fear first." She nods again.
"Sit." I say motioning to the chair. She slowly does. I tie her hands to the back of the chair and I blindfold her.

"Andy?" She asks.
"Mhm?" I search the table for what I'm going to use.
"What are you going to do?" I shake my head.
"What did I say?" I ask picking up an ice pick.
"Not to ask questions." She whimpers. I put the ice pick down and I pick up a scalpel. I kneel down in front of her.
"Are you scared?" I ask twirling the scalpel in my hand. She takes in a shaky breath and nods.
"What scares you the most?"
"Probably b-being blind-blindfolded." She stutters.

"Exactly. You have to make it to where they can't see your first move. Build suspense." I tell her and she nods. I put the shiny blade to her leg and drag it across her skin. She screams as the scarlet colored liquid flows out of the cut.
"Andy it hurts." She cries out. I make another cut.
"Yes, I know but you have to feel pain in order to enjoy others." I cut her again, but this time I press harder, making it go deeper. And she screams again, this time louder.

~To Be Continued

Notes

Will be continued....
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