Redeeming Logan

Prologue

Screams echo throughout the room, causing a delightful shiver to run down my spine. Tears cascading down the girl’s cheeks and dripping to the floor. The euphoric feeling that is coursing through my body from her pain is immense. Her pleading for me to stop just makes me crave the pleasure of hurting her more. Brushing my fingers over the new knife set I was gifted when I was hired on here, a chilling smile graces my face.

This job was a dream come true. Almost like the universe was on my side for once in my life. After I watched White Valley burn to the ground, I held myself up in my car in the middle of a damn forest for a few weeks. I only come out to charge my phone or eat. I was a disgusting mess; my skin was so itchy from dirt and grime. Not to mention my hair looked like I had drowned it with a bottle of olive oil. It was not fun by any means, but it gave me enough time to search through the dark web to find this new oasis. I swipe the new filet knife off the tray and bring it to the screaming woman. Or what’s left of her anyway. Shhhh, I mutter to her, trying to soothe her fears. “Everything will be okay; don’t worry.” Her screams intensify with one look at my sweet smile; I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my dick hard. Running the knife up and down her arm before I applied pressure to peel off a slice of skin, it came off nice and clean, like the dusty peel of a potato. I hold it up under my nose, inhaling the sharp copper scent that goes straight to my hardening cock. Dropping it to the floor with a splat, I continue to the next arm.

At this point, the woman is hyperventilating in my chair, and I’m worried she’s about to end all of our fun together. My sweaty face twists into a pout as I peer down at the shaking leaf.

“Oh, come on now, sweetheart. It’s not so bad, is it? Look at how pretty you bleed for me. You smell delightful. Ah ah ah, keep those pretty eyes open for me. Just a little bit longer, and then it will all be over.” I smooth my hand over her head, brushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead.

“P-p-please no more. P-please…” She mumbles pathetically with her head nodding off to the side. Damn it, she’s definitely about to pass out now. She was my favorite plaything so far. Full of hateful spirit and determination to stay alive. The one that’s lasted the longest. My search for the perfect Little Lamb will have to continue then. I know she’s out there, just waiting for me to make my mark on her.

“Okay, sweetie, I know you’re tired. You did so well for me, but not well enough, unfortunately.” I let out a deep and disappointed sigh, grabbing the small electric saw from the tray next to her. “Close your eyes now, and you’ll wake up in a better place. Well maybe. Better than this place anyway.”

The buzz of the saw ricochets off the walls along with her desperate screams. I bring it down across her heaving chest, making sure to avoid her heart. I wouldn’t want to damage my trophy now, would I? The melodic gargled noise coming from her throat abruptly stops. Letting out a grunt, I successfully separated her shoulders from her chest. Blood pitter-patters off of the chair onto the concrete floor beneath us. Pooling around my leather loafers and filling the air with a sickly sweet scent. Reaching inside her still chest with my hand, I tug and pull out her heart.

Heavy and warm in my hand, it lets out its last beat as the blood drips from it onto the floor. Admiring its beauty, I walk over to my treasure trove along the wall, removing a lid from an empty jar and shoving it inside of the solution. Screwing the lid back on, I stare at my pretties. Each is different and unique just like its owner but also strangely similar.

Lifting my hand, I become entranced with the red liquid running down my arm. Popping a finger into my mouth, I suck it clean and moan at the coppery taste. Stalking to the corner of the room, I wash up in the small chrome sink quickly before heading to my beaten-up cherry wood desk by the door. Snagging a pen from the #1 Doctor cup in the corner, I sign off on the woman’s completion of treatment. Folding the paper, I walk out the door, sneaking one last look at the bloody mess behind me before slamming the thick steel door. I Slowly stalk down the hall towards the headmaster's office to drop off the paperwork and collect my next patient.