It was dark out and that's how she liked it. She loved how the darkness kissed her skin ever so slightly. Her knife laid by her but she didn't need it. Her torture tools were in the basement, where the children stand chained to the wall. They always screamed, and that is how she likes it. Licking her lips, she start down the stairs to the basement.
Jessica Bagman was a killer and loved to see her victims scream and plead for mercy. Not just any victims though. She loved to torture children. When she was running low, she kidnapped some more. Just a bag of candy earns their trust. Their last treat before unbearable pain. Jessica always made them last long, not granting them a quick death.
The children were on the wall, crying and pleading like always. After a while they don't plead to be let go. No, they plead for death. Three days after they ask for death, she gives them their wish. She takes them to a dark, musty closet full of spikes. Then they would hang from the ceiling by their wrist, unable to move as the walls moved in slowly, impaling them without killing. As the walls contract the children would covered in blood. Salt would also fall from the ceiling, burning them. They finally die as water pores down from the ceiling, drowning them with water stained in blood, their blood. The cleanup is quick and easy. The water goes down the drain and the body is burned, ashes thrown to the wind.
The bad children had honey and bananas fed to them. Honey was then spread under the. armpits, their private parts, and their stomach. Insects would crawl over them, eating into their skin, crawling inside their bodies. They didn't die, they were just fatally injured.
The good children just got locked in dark room for days without food or water. They would be given food and water occasionally so they don't die. If they start being bad, she would burn the bottom of their feet and make them walk around their room. Stopping resulted in a cut covered in salt and lemon juice. Each time they stop the cut gets wider and more salt and lemon juice got rubbed in.
Oh how they screamed! A high pitched scream of terror, of fear. Nobody heard them scream, way down in the deep of the woods. She walked over to the girl on the table. The girl was about five, her once blonde hair stained with dirt and blood. Her arms and legs were stretched out painfully, chained to the corners of the table. She had no shirt on because she was about to receive one of the worse tortures she had, the rat bucket.
Grabbing the bucket of rats, Jessica turned the bucket upside down on the girl's stomach and tied it around the girl so the bucket couldn't fall off. The girl was crying, her pathetic sniffling breaking through the tears often. She took a match and set the bottom of the bucket on fire. She could hear the rats panicking, tearing into the girl for a way to escape. The girl's scream penetrated the air as the rats started biting into the girl. Whistling, Jessica walked onto the next victim.
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