Enforcer

Outside a storm raged, unabated, angry. Venting its rage on those below.

A lone house, on the outskirts of town, bore the brunt of the lashing wind, howling, keening to get in. The driving rain hammered the house, demanding entrance, seeking a route inside. 

The house stood resolute, resisting the storm outside. The deluge ran in rivulets down the pathway into the road, turning roads into quagmires of mud. 

A plume of smoke wafted defiently skywards, mocking the elements outside. Light from the fire snuck out through the closed shutters, the only sign of life inside.

The fire crackled as it burned, issuing what little it had left in protest at its fate, to unhearing ears. The light from the hearth illuminated, brightly at first, but as it spread further, it lessened its influence upon the darkness.

The lurking shadows cringed, casting ghastly moving shapes upon the wall, before fleeing into the corners. Waiting, patiently for their eventual chance to come out and play.

At the table sat a black clad figure, hunched, dripping water on the floor. So still did it sit that it seemed lifeless. Time, itself seemed suspended, except for the flickering of the burning fire.

Slowly a hand moved, the first sign of life, as it reached for a steaming cup, filled with a black liquid. The cup paused mere centimeters from his mouth. A grimace crossed his features, as the foul smelling brew wafted up his nose.

Shrugging he took a sip. It tasted as bad as it smelled, he might as well have brewed his own socks. At least it was hot, sending warmth to his core. With a gulp he drained the cup empty, before placing it back on the ring it came from.

Rising he pushed the chair back, it clattered to the floor, its wooden sound reverberated menacingly. Without bothering to right the chair, he crossed the room to the only other door, besides the front door. 

With brute force he threw it open, let it bang to scare its occupants. He stood in the doorway and let his full frame block the room behind. The fires light cast sinster shapes and glows behind him.

The two bodies lying on the bed, struggled at their bonds, for the vision framed before them. His ghastly silhouette making him look like a demon from hell. Their frantic moans, muffled by their gags, fed his ears as he stood motionless, waching them.

The man, lying next to the woman, had struggled enough, that the bounds had bitten deeply into his flesh. The blood flowed freely staining the bed, crimson red on white.

Outside thunder grumbled its discontent, after spiking the ground outside. Dogs baying at the sound of the thunder could be heard not to far off in the distance.

Into the room strode the man, who silently paused to close the door. A glint, off of metal caught the womans eye, as the fire light reflected off it. The woman whimpered, tears welling, then flowing from her eyes. She now knew the fate that awaited them without a doubt.

The door creaked shut with finality, casting the room into pitch darkness. A black so black, a void would be proud of it. 

A soft laugh, almost unheard issued from the stranger in the room, so sadistic, so...needful. Fear gripped the couple lying in bed, that they heard not his approach. The first they knew he was by them, was when he whispered in her ear.

"Listen up lovely, " his hoarse voice grumbled, "This is what you get, when you deceive the master." Lovingly he kissed her ear, sending revulsion down her spine. Yet fear remained the master.

Shaking violently at her bonds, a useless affair, but one driven by a sub concious need to break free, for the man reeked of evil, a need for pleasure from others suffering.

"Now, now lovely, no need to hurt yourself," you could almost hear the smile in his whisper, "That is my job."

Gently he ran his hand from her neck, over her breast, down to her crotch, lingering for a split second longer, then down her right leg to her foot. Then abruptly his touch was gone, leaving a ghost of a touch upon her.

A crackle, a brief flash of light, drew their eyes to the left of the bed, now he stood there, lighting the lone candle in the room. Shadows raced away, fleeing the light, banished to the corners, to only watch.

His evil leer as he looked over their naked bodies, coated in the sweat of fear. Aroused him, in his evil soul. Acts of depravation were his gratification. Father always did say, to take pride in your work.

Smiling a broad smile, he showed off his decaying teeth, licked his lips in anticipation. Leaning down, he looked the young man in the eyes, his black orbs boring into the green. Eating away to the young mans core.

The young mans head sunk deeper into the cushion, staring with bulging eyes at the pock marked face above his. His breath, driving into his nostrils, invading him with its stench.

"Listen up young man, you should not go sticking your sausage in other mens property." He leered, while smacking the young man in the privates. "Pity you will not learn from this mistake."

Writhing in pain, the young man could no longer hold back the tears. They now flowed freely, the flood gates broken. He could feel the knife running on his body, gliding up and down like a familiar lovers caress.

"I am going to make you suffer, appreciate the pain," with that he drew the first cut, followed quickly by the second, just deep enough, painful enough. "Then when I am done and you bleed out, I will let you watch, as I ravish this unfaithful slut."

Biting at his gag, to help with the pain, the young man screamed in the back of his throat, as the knife bit him repeatedly. Each cut lovingly administered, inflicting just enough pain, drawing just the right amount of blood flow.

Minutes dragged on, as the process continued. Eventually none to soon, the torture stopped, with a sigh of regret. Turning his black eyes upon the shapely woman, he started to disrobe.

Her eyes bulged at his deformed body, pock marked by sores, but especially his large engorged member. He slowly climbed on the bed, enjoying her struggles beneath him. Without further ado he took her, forced himself repeatedly on her.

His perverse desires fufilled, he thrust himself off her, leaving her limp where she lay. Casually he took a bag from his pocket, smiled at the young man near his end. 

"Before you go, I have one last present." With that said, he poured the contents on the young man, though half dead, his eyes bulged and he bucked in agony, exquisite, excruciatingly beautiful. 

Grabing hold, he roughly rubbed the salt into the wounds, relishing ever second he did this. He watched as the young mans eyes rolled back in his head, ready to pass out. Picking up his knife he grabbed the mans genitals, squeezed hard, yanked it up and cut it off.

Blood pumped out like a fountain, draining the young man dry. Silently he watched the life leave the young man. For added measure, he cut his throat. Father always said, make double sure.

Looking at the woman, he threw the genitals onto her, they landed with a flop between her breasts and nestled there. She was past caring to try to shake it off. 

All she saw before her, was death putting his clothes back on, she did not feel him violate her a second time, as he thrust his fingers in her. Taking them out of her, she watched as he sucked them off, licking them seductively.

"I could spare you," he said, before cutting her throat, blood spurting out of her, he watched her too, fade away. "If I also wanted to be dead. Cannot have you telling him what I did."

Quickly, he left the house, leaving behind his deeds, not everyday he got to do what he liked and have a beautiful woman. This little job he would remember for a long time. Now to go back and report to the master. 

Walking casually, with the rain pelting on him, washing him clean of the blood, he made his way back to town. Away from his demented sickness. Fulfilled.

Back in the house two bodies lay, tied up side by side, in a saturated bed of blood. The linen sheets were white no more. Their love had a heavy price, a price none of them knew they would pay.

Outside the storm abated, awaiting the coming of the morning and the eventual discovery. The front door stood open inviting, for the day watch to come in and find its grotesque present.