"You know what, little girl? I hate your father's guts."
That cold menacing voice again. She shuddered as she saw the massive silhouette of him against the cold dark mists of the night, the whip in his thick rough fingers slithering like a python.
Crack!
The knifed edge of the whip tore at her shirt, slicing cloth and flesh alike.
Pain! Oh, how much it hurt! She struggled, twisting her wrists around the tight nylon rope, feeling the scratchy coarse rope scraping painfully at her raw ankles.
She felt tears of desperation fog her vision.
"Please… please…" She pleaded, closing her eyes against the pain.
"That's right, little girl, beg! Your father never gave me a chance, no matter how much I begged, that fcking son-of-a-btch."
Crack!
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the immense urge to scream. The whip tore her sleeve; she could feel it, the cold wetness of her blood soaking into her ragged clothes. Lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, she silently cried, watching her tears drop onto the dirty dusty floor. Who would save her from this desolated abandoned mansion, from its cracked grime-covered windows and this horrid, cruel man?
"Your father's going to get his retribution, no matter" The monster leered, "I'm going to destroy his family, just like he destroyed mine."
As if caught in a surge of sudden anger, he roared furiously.
"I'M GONNA DESTROY HIM!"
CRACK!
The searing pain numbed her right shoulder. She choked back a cry, silently feeling her tears flow down her cheeks.
"You're too scared to speak, little girl?" He seethed, "No matter, you ought to be, anyway. You're going to die tonight, you know?"
His cruel laughter echoed around the walls of the empty mansion.
She lifted her eyes slowly, fearfully. In his hands, a knife had replaced the whip. A dull, heavy, butcher's knife. Against the dim moonlight, the on the monster's face changed to one of wild ecstasy as his fingers tightened on the handle of the knife. The lopsided grin on his face grew brutish as he lifted his arm. The muscles tightened, his jaw hardened, the small eyes narrowed into slits…
All of a sudden, a figure flashed from the other side of the room. It was another man. Paralyzed by fear, she saw a tall lean silhouette of another man at the entrance of the shadowed hall. He was holding knives, a lot of knives, as he dived towards them. His savage howl faded into fogginess as she felt her vision dim.
The room spun and she spiraled into unconsciousness.
The last thing she remembered was a flash of the other man's face, the grisly sound of knives being plunged into flesh, and the spurt of blood that sprayed from the monster's chest.