Torture in Darkness


Torture in Darkness

A Horror Novel by:

J.D. KarMykael and Ashley Addams

Rate: R

Main Characters: Jack Skylar & Scarlet Johnson

Additional Characters: Unnamed victims

“And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.” Edgar Allan Poe

***Prelude***

It was a crisp fall day in rural Iowa, the leaves were falling from the trees crimson and gold. In most people’s world it would be a picture perfect day; but not in the worlds of two Iowans. For these two their world was about to turn upside down for the atrocities that one had committed; but both would end up paying dearly for in the end.

A little payback and retribution was on the menu and would be served up – but, it was always told to them, “revenge is best served cold.” This revenge was almost frozen, but it would be well worth the wait.

His mind flashed back to the past. His eyes closed tight against the memory. There was a loud clatter of dishes falling and breaking on the floor. She began screaming at him accusing him of things she, herself was guilty of. He might have been a lot of things but a cheater and a woman beater were not two of them.

She continued to scream at him, and then like an angry bull she charged at him. Her voice shrill and loud, be he could not remember what she was screaming at him about that time. Her hand flew and connected with his face. He flinched but did not hit her back. She egged him on, trying to get him to hit her but he wouldn’t…he knew better, it was what she wanted. She raised her fist and punched him; and for as small as she was she was very strong. The physical pain she caused would diminish in moments but the emotional pain was a wound that would never heal; not entirely.

He made up his mind on the day of the fight that he was done; that no one would ever treat him that way again. They stayed together for a few months more while he was biding his time saving money and getting his things together; then he would leave and never look back.

***3 Years Later***

He had met someone new and as much as he tried to fight it he fell deeply in love with her. She was nothing like his ex but still once in a while they would set each other’s PTSD off. He vowed to love her and not let his past get the best of him; she had a past as well that would sometimes come back to haunt her. They were meant for each other; and they understood each other on a level that could not be explained so that anyone else could understand.

One day Jack walked into their room to see the beautiful redhead laying there asleep in their bed. “My love wake up.” He whispered as he brushed stray strands of hair out of her face. She stirred and he smiled at her.

“Are you okay, Baby?” Scarlet asked him with a smile on her face. She leaned up and kissed him as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Yes, I’m fine. Can we talk?”

She made a face, never liking it when people said this to her because it never ended well for her. “Sure…” she replied tentatively.

“I did something…” he said, his thoughts trailing off. She looked at him with a hint of skepticism on her face. He continued saying, “I did something I probably should not have.” He paused again, it was almost like he was doing it for effect. “I kidnapped my ex and her new husband.” She looked at him, showing only a hint of surprise, and this would be the only time she would show any shock about the things that were about to happen. They had talked before about doing this but she never really thought that he would do it, but he did. “I took them to the abandoned warehouse in town, they are bound and gagged.” He said.

Without missing a beat she jumped out of the bed and began to rush to their walk-in closet, she then turned, smiled and walked over kissed his forehead and then turned back to the walk-in closet and got dressed.

Scarlet came out of the closet in a tank top, jeans and a pair of Army issue black jump boots and her hair pulled back in a ponytail, “Let’s do this.”

***The Name of the Game: Chapter 1***

The woman sat in the dark a sliver of light cast across the floor it was the only thing she could see. She searched in the darkness, bound to a chair, and all the woman could see was the lone sliver of light and a figure sitting across from her.

The room was cool and damp almost like a basement or cellar somewhere. There was a rush of cold air across her face as two unknown people entered the room.

“Oh, now the fun begins.” He said his voice cool and calm as the night air.

His partner on the other hand had an edge to her voice, she was anxious to get on with what they were there to do.

Torture was the name of game and the two-unknown people who had entered the room were about to start their fun.

“So where shall we start?” She asked. “Hot, cold, sharp, blunt or loud?” She cooed in his ear as she slipped past him to the table where various torture devices lay.

“Hot.” His still calm voice sounded in the darkness. His partner giggled as she reached for the blow torch. It hissed as she turned on and the struck the striker. Now the room glowed and the bound woman’s eyes grew wide in fear as she knew who her assailants were.

Handing the blow torch to her partner she watched with wide eager eyes as he approached the bound woman. Her excitement grew as she watched, her respiration increased and her heart raced. After all the bound woman did in her past this would be nothing if not merciful but others would beg just the opposite; but they did not care or understand. She deserved whatever she got and then some.

The bound woman tried to scream but her voice was silenced by the panties that were wadded in her mouth. The heat of the blow torch was intense as it met the skin on her face. She screamed as her skin began to crackle and burn. The smell was horrendous but they did not care she was getting what she earned from years of her own kind of torture.

He moved to various parts of her body burning her mercilessly while his partner heated the oil. It would be slowly dripped and drizzled over her most sensitive places.

Turning to his partner he reached for the oil but she pulled it back, “Oh, my darling let me…” her voice had changed, the edge was gone and there was something more sinister hidden in it.

His smile slowly edged across his face as he watched her move towards their prey. The cast iron pan was hot and heavy as she carried it to the bound woman. The woman’s eyes grew wider and she tried once again to scream but it was to no avail.

Her partner took a razor-sharp knife from his pocket and began removing the woman’s clothes. Her body trembled with fear and anticipation of the unknown.

The oil crackled and sizzled as his partner dripped cold water into it. Her eyes were gleaming with a menace he had never seen in them before and it excited him.

The room was suddenly silent until the sound of the pull cord on the light was pulled, and the room came a glow by a 60-watt bulb that swung from the rafters.

As she began dripping the hot oil over the bound woman’s chest and nipples the man across from her, also bound, and was beginning to stir. Now the fun would really begin.

The oil dripped and ran down her fair skin leaving a trail of red, raw and blistered skin behind. She screamed a raw guttural scream, like a sound a tortured animal would make. She moved down her body dripping the oil as she went. The oil sizzled on her skin as it touched it. She squirmed and jerked trying to free herself from her bonds.

“I’m bored with hot…I want to play with sharp now.” She said her voice was soft and low with a sinister undertone to it. “You go play with him.” She gestured towards the now awake man across from them.

He searched the room for a way out but saw none. Panic flashed across his face and then his eyes settled on the bound woman…his wife.

The bound woman was bleeding from her wounds and the room smelled of burning flesh along with a deep, dark and musty smell, it was almost stomach turning.

Striding over to the man her partner grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back it was his turn for some fun. It would be slow, painful and bloody…eventually.

The razor blade gleamed in the dull light from the overhead bulb as he played it across the man’s face before pressing down and cutting into his skin. Blood oozed from the wound and ran down his face. Maniacal laughter echoed through the room and his partner turned to him to watch as he cut the man’s eye lids off. “Your torture will be to watch what we do to her.

His partner turned back to the woman in the chair and tilted her head to the side as she studied her prey. A smirk played on her face as she picked up a scalpel. The cold of the thin blade made the woman shiver as it was dragged over her skin. She left no mark on the woman this time but she was done playing now and she turned the blade in her hand and traced a shallow cut up her arm. The woman gasped in pain as the blood began dripping from her arm.

She tightened the woman’s bonds and then went to work on the woman’s arm. Shallow cuts that removed only the top layers of skin were made. The woman began screaming and shaking. The man across from her began trying to yell and fight against the ropes that bound him to his chair. He had no choice but to watch.

Moving down to the woman’s legs she cut the rest of her clothes off and used the scalpel along her fair skinned thighs. The blood poured crimson against her pale skin. Shallow cuts all along her thighs, there was so much blood but not enough to cause the woman much damage at least not just yet…that would come in time.

To further add to the woman’s torture, she took small tack nails and one by one began to hammer them under the woman’s finger nails.

Her partner watched in slight awe at what he was seeing but at the same time he was about to inflict his own kind of torture on her. Years of torture and abuse had taken its toll on him and he was out for more than just revenge or redemption he was out for blood.

He walked over to the woman and straddled her lap and got down in her face and said, “So, how does it feel? Does it hurt, bitch?”

She nodded her head.

“Good, but this is only the beginning.” He sneered as he grabbed the coarse salt and poured it over the wound on her arm and began to rub it in with the heel of his hand. The woman screamed despite the gag in her mouth and tears streamed down her face.

Moving off her lap he looked her up and down and shook his head. “You can only take so much before one day you just snap.” He said to no one in particular.

He slapped the woman’s face and then laughed and shook his head and backed away into the shadows. When he reappeared, he had in his hand a pair of tongs and a smoking piece if ice. Dry ice was so cold it almost felt like your flesh was burning as it touched your skin. It was a pain so intense that you could not even imagine it nor would you want to. The smile curled his lips as he walked towards her. First, he would just touch it ever so slightly to her skin and watch her squirm. He had more ideas for the dry ice, things so painful that even in your worst nightmares you couldn’t even imagine them.

His partner walked over to the woman in the chair and slashed her across the face and then chest with the scalpel in her hand. Laughter rang through the building as she walked away into the darkness; she was preparing for what she was going to do next.

Her partner began touching the dry ice to the wounds to cauterize them and the woman screamed. She screamed so loud that the assailants both wondered if anyone outside in the real world could hear her.

***The Real World: Chapter 2***

In the real world Scarlet was a chef and a well known one. She was good at what she did and she loved it and that came through in the food she made. Scarlet was a good person though when you crossed her or you threatened her loved ones she had a scary dark side.

The man across from her struggled to free himself, the ropes that bound him where he sat were cutting deeply into his flesh. His wrists, ankles and thighs were bleeding; the blood ran red down his extremities and started to make little crimson pools on the floor.

The IV went into her arm with ease and the bag of fluids was hooked up. It was enough to keep her hydrated and keep her alive until they were done with her. It would extend the torture and their fun.

The woman tried to talk around the gag but she couldn’t get the words out around it. He pulled the wadded panties out of her mouth and looked at her, “What was that? You have something to say?”

“Why?” She simply asked.

He laughed and shoved the wadded panties back into her mouth. He narrowed his eyes at her and said, “Why? You want to know why?” He laughed again and said, “Because you are an abusive, lying, conniving, cheating bitch. You can’t be trusted and I’m going to rid the world of you once and for all.” He held his hand out into the shadows and his partner placed something in his hand; it was a Sig Sauer .45 P1911. He toyed with it as he looked at it and then her. “I should have put a bullet in your head that day you pulled the gun on me. Your mistake was not squeezing the trigger that day…oh, but the fun we’ll have now. It would have been so much easier on you if you would have just done it… Now, however, now you get to feel the pain that you put me through, and I’ll have no mercy on you. I’ll torture you until you beg for death. Oh, but death will only come when I want it to and not until then.” He placed the muzzle of the gun against her temple and mimicked shooting her. Tears streamed down her face and she whimpered and shook where she was sitting.

His partner reappeared again with the dry ice. It was cylindrical in shape and was specially made just for her. “Here Baby,” his partner cooed as she handed him the tongs and the dry ice. She turned to the woman and whispered, “Do you know where this goes?

She shook her head and her eyes widened in fear. She leaned in to the woman and whispered in her ear. The woman pulled away from her as much as she could and tried to look into her eyes but when she did she saw nothing but darkness in them. There was nothing left but a darkness that no one had ever seen in her. Her partner’s eyes were just the same, they had truly become one in this and anyone who tried to stand in their way was going to end up hurt or worse.

She had originally wanted to give the woman the benefit of the doubt but it turned out the woman was just as bad as her partner had said the woman was. The woman had done things that no one deserves, the psychological abuse was enough to turn anyone into a killer; and his partner would do anything for him, she loved him that much. She loved him so much he didn’t even have to ask her to help him she just did it. She knew what the consequences were but she didn’t care. The demon that lived deep inside of her was awake now and there was no putting it back in its box until this was done and over with.

The dry ice smoked as it created a soft mist around them. Her partner moved into the woman and lowered the tongs that gripped the dry ice. “Let’s see where to put this…” he smiled, and he knew exactly what he was going to do with it but he was going to prolong her misery as long as possible. The unknown was almost as bad as the torture itself. Again he moved the dry ice closer to her and the plunged it into her vagina. The scream that emanated from the woman was the worse sound that anyone could have heard. It was a raw sound that brought goose bumps to the surface of the skin and made it crawl. It was a horrifying sound it chilled their blood as if ice water were running through their veins.

He left the dry ice inside of her as he moved around to find what he wanted to use next. He was thinking he was going to do loud.

“Does loud work for you my love?” He asked his partner.

A smile played across her face and she nodded her head and handed him some noise canceling ear muffs, she placed her own set on her ears. Then moved a table on wheels into view and on top of it was an old World War II air raid siren.

The siren was loud and ear piercing. The sound reverberated around the room and she looked around at both of their prey. The looks on their faces betrayed what they were feeling, the pain inflicted upon them was intense and when the reverberation was so strong that their eardrums could not last any longer and their eardrums ruptured. The blood trickled down the sides if their faces. The image pleased both of the assailants.

Their darkness knew no bounds and the two did not care what happened to their prey; in the end their prey would die. It was going to be painful and it would bring the two assailants more pleasure than they could even say.

He reached down with the tongs and grabbed the dry ice and yanked it out of her. She screamed out in pain and the blood poured out if her; he just laughed.

She took the tongs and walked over to the man in the chair that was across from them. She took the dry ice in one had with the tongs and his face with the other hand. She squeezed his face hard so that he opened his mouth that was when she plunged the dry ice down his throat. He tried to scream but the intense pain and burning of the cold caused him to drop his head and almost pass out. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up and slapped him, “wake the fuck up!” He moaned in pain and she just stared at him and then backed away into the darkness.

The two had been turned into monsters by the two that sat before them. It was sad but true, the darkness that was within them knew no bounds now and they would not stop until the two were dead.

She went back over to the man in the chair and pulled a knife and a glass rod out of her pocket. She smirked at him knowing how much this was going to hurt. She used the curved blade of the knife and cut the rest of his clothes away. Fear played on his face and it excited her in a way she had never known. Her partner turned and watched as she took the glass rod and inserted it into his penis. The man in the chair struggled even harder against his bonds and tried to get her to stop, but she would not. Her partner walked over to her and kissed her neck and she quickly glanced at him, “do you want the pleasure of breaking it or shall I?”

“I’ll do it.” he growled and kissed her again before picking up the ball peen hammer. The man in the chair started shaking his head in fear. He didn’t want this but the two did not care. “Hold him still!” He commanded of his partner. She moved so that she could still see what was happening and then held him as still as she could. He raised the hammer in his hand and brought it down on the man’s penis and the glass rod. He tried to scream but because of what she had done with the dry ice he was not able to and he just moaned loudly.

The diuretic was then given via and IV in his arm and the fun would soon begin. The pain would come when he could no longer wait and he pissed himself. The fact that he had just gotten his penis smashed with a hammer and a glass rod shattered inside of his penis was going to make this even more fun. The diuretic should act quickly and combine that with the fluids they were now pumping into him at a rapid rate he would be pissing himself in no time.

He patted the man on the face with his hand and leaned into him, “how does that feel?” The man groaned. “You know you’re not going to live through this, right?” The man did not react he just moaned and tears streamed down his face. The bound woman, his wife, was now screaming and crying; not only because of her own pain and torture but because of what they were doing to her husband.

She walked over to the bound woman and punched her in the face to shut her up. It gave her great satisfaction torturing them. She had been told only a fraction of the things that the bound woman had done to her partner but it was enough to turn her into a killer. They both wanted them dead and that time was rapidly approaching.