Murderous Interrogator

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man who has lost his world and a woman full of ecstasy, and an interrogation technique that is not of practicality. One piece of my mini-series. Can you unravel the timeline.

Submitted: July 02, 2016

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"The sunny side?" Michael was puzzled by the the thought. How could there be any sunny side to his pain, his disease, his predicament. There was nothing that could ease the pain of become a shell. He walked out of the bedroom to his training room. "How amazing they are, my weapons shine in the pail moonlight." He says admiring his arsenal of blades. " They are named after philosophies that describe me myself...so why does her question confuse me." Flashback: Sara looks at him in a terrified manner as his smile fades from his face. "What are you? Why can I no longer see the sunny side of you?" Michael stands in non-existing peril as tears fall upon his face. He grabs his least used twin blades and holds them to his body. "Sadism and Masochist my oldest blades...why don't I despise you but embrace the sensation of your metal tips? Am I forever to feel and accept the pain of loss." He places the blades down upon his table. The enigmatic man rummages through his papers of the past. "My dear imaginary friends...how cold and hollow I've become without you, her guidance and your rivalry." His left eye twitches as if possessed. "Ahhh...so some habits apparently will never die." His phone rings, he sighs as he walks over to answer it. "Hello." He says monotone and cold. "Hello is this Michael?" "Yes it is how may I help you?" He asked more curious than previous. "Your needed for an interrogation session tomorrow at 9:30 sharp." Michael stands in disbelief and angry. "I thought that was rescheduled for next week." He says with a stern agitated voice. A bit frightened the woman speaks calmly. "I'm sorry f-for the inconvenience but we need you here tomorrow no exception" He remembers this voice but can't remember the name. "Whom am I speaking with?" "My name is Melissa your...new...secretary." His anger is gone and his breathing grows heavy. "Yes I'll be in tomorrow but you shouldn't...unless you're prepared for my...game." He hung up the phone. He gently took the blades in his hand and tilted it up. His fierce Brown eyes were soft, flecks of understanding in his eyes. They were all the same, sharp dangerous weapons with bits of his being and it seemed these two reassured this truth more than any of the others, though they each handled different. "Why did I love you?" Michael pretended the emptiness wasn't there, while he was completely drowned in it. "Miranda is falling down, falling down, falling down Miranda is falling down my dear darling." Rain pitter-pattered against the window of his bedroom. His body wishes to stay dead but his will pushes for the new day. He stepped out onto the damp pavement. The sun eclipsed, slipping behind a thick hazy cloud. Leaving a sort of prismatic mist lingering in the sky and he loves it. "Rain so deliciously delicate, it's purity tainted by our waste. So take the sun the source of my stren, but alas you I cannot bear to see erased." He gets into his car and drives down to the building. "Sir, Mr Morris is here." The chief turned around in his chair to address the informant. "Good send him in." He said smugly. "He'll see you now." The informant said. "Thank you." Michael walked over to the chief's office. "You replaced her...to soon." The chief only chuckle. "You'll get over it. She was second rate anyway." Michael stands in quite furry ready to kill the fat pig in front of him. He calmed himself and prepared to leave but stopped a Cheshire smile appearing on his face. The chief's smile vanished in an instant, he knew what was commuting. what is the gender of today's interrogation station what she's looking for I think thatTuscany to live the Chiefs didn't answer. Michael's smile only grew bigger, " I'll take that as a no. Don't worry though the information will be retrieved." The chief stopped him. "Michael he's been accused of pedophile actions." Michael cared not for the rest of the man's words he knew he had a new toy. Michael looked at his new secretary he admitted she was pretty but she also look fragile his interrogation techniques may be too much for her to handle. "Hi sir t-this is the information needed to be gained from the culprit." He looked at her analyticaly, she noticed this hiding her blushing face. "Is something wrong?" He immediately woke up from his scanning." So sorry I didn't mean to-" She interrupted him and reassured him it's ok. "You might not want to see the interrogation. I think I'm going to have to play a little rough with this one and you wouldn't want to see that. No one would want to." She did as he said the last thing she saw was his back entering the room. "Why can't I see his method can't be that bad." A woker who overheard the comment walked over to her. "You mean you don't know, his presence is ethereal he is a prime interrogator but his methods are...painful to say the least. So be careful with what you want." Melissa looked at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" She gave her a smug smirk. "You know." "Good day are you prepared for this momentous day." Michael said calm and almost cheerful. The man just chuckled. "Your my interrogator?" Michael looked at the man. "Indeed." He said plainly. "What was snoopy busy?" Michael pulled out a fairly big spinning wheel from his suit case. "I'm not sure, but you'll wish you were dealing with him instead of me." The man couldn't take him seriously and Michael knew this, but he didn't care for he'll get the information, but kill another person. So in this version of my game I'll ask you a question and you have the choice to answer it or not. The man got in Michael's face. He was too close for Michael's licking. "And if I don't answer any questions." Michael's Cheshire smile returned this time bearing his teeth. He quickly pressed the button under his side of the table. Without warning the man was instantly restrained. "Glad you asked, In short you'll be punished." The man was calling Michael's bluff and that was a grave error. "Sally Streissguth age twelve...where is she?" The man didn't answer and instead spit in his face. Michael wiped it off and shot a death glare "Fine, then let's play" Michael reached for the wheel and spinned it. "Remove pinkie fingers." Michael said in a monotone voice. "What?" The man said. Michael stood and went into his suit case smoothly. He removed his gloves and pulled out a small pocket knife from the cases pocket. The man was now frantic moving to avoid the blade. It was to no avail. First Michael licked the blades hilt before slowly cutting off the man's left finger. The man pleaded in pain for him to stop but it was pointless. "Now now we must be rid of both fingers to continue. He went to the other side of the man and begin slowly cut off his pinky finger he could hear and feel the knife grind against the skin and bone. "Now answer my question where is she?" The man refused to answer. "I understand no repeating questions. So allow me another, Where is John C. Edward he's four years old." He still refused to answer."Ahhh...so you must enjoy this as much as me." He spins the wheel again. "Devastate the head." Michael went over to his ears, sawing off the lobe, not all the way at first and then ripping it off with his lips. He was getting aroused imagining he deceased girlfriend doing it to him. He brought the knife up to the man's left cheek and carved a M into it. He remembers what she did to him. "She wiped me licking the blood that fell. Bit me and persuaded me to rip her vagina licking and biting her delicious creamy area." He then got a bit more cruel, he sliced around his eyes and outlined his eyebrows. Outside Melissa could only here screaming she was terrified. "What if he does this to me?" She walked over the interrogation room and immediately ran away. She was horrified how much blood poured out of the man. Her heart racing. This is the method Michael was speaking of it's completely umbral to say the least. She walked back but only to listen not to look. Michael cut his lips running across with another M talking shape. "Where... are... the...kids, all 14 of them. Where are they?!" He looked up at Michael pain in his body. "They're all dead now. So kill me and I'll be the same." Melissa couldn't hold back tears. She was also abused as a child and knew said abuse could've been worse. Michael chuckled darkly shocking both Melissa and the man who was now fully terrified of Michael at this point. " kill you so you can leave this world with no consequences. As if." He walked away from the man's body to his wheel. "You've given me the info they needed, so now your my toy." Melissa felt a little aroused by those last three words. "Your my toy." She traced over her lips an vaginal area. With the office cleared She could do this without fear. The wheel spun and the tension between the three grew. The man's fear, Michael enjoying his toy and Melissa's sexual pleasures. The spinner stop."Remove fingernails." Michael takes the knife and digging under the pointer finger's cuticle, gouging out the nail. First cutting off the skin around it and then dislodging the nail from the nail bed. The man was just in a state of emergency. Michael cared not for his disposition only his blood and pain. "Devastating your body is my priority now." Melissa slipped in her fingers imagining Michael doing it while speaking slowly she gets wetter and wetter. He spinned the wheel yet again "Wip it good." His voice now showing his pleasure growing by each spin of the wheel. He goes back to his suit case, pulling out a thorn wip and used the knife to cut the man's shirt off. Thinking about his ex Michael says something startling the man. "Normally I would rip off the shirt and kiss every spot but this is a special occasion." Melissa couldn't help but loosen her shirt. Despite the words being directed at someone else she wanted to feel like He was touching her devilishly. She's been working in this building for close to two years not actually knowing who he is or what he did. All she knew was she wanted him. Now technically she has him. "I will not dress in hopes he'll take me when he's done." With every hit the wip drew more blood and flesh. Then He noticed how the man no longer seemed to move Michael tried to sense a pulse but nothing. "One last spin." It landed again on Devastate the face space. Michael then ran the knife down one side of the man's nose, crimson fluid everywhere." Rest in peace." As he walked out he sees his secretary, whose gone from pretty to craveable. "Please I didn't want to cum yet, can you make me? He went down and traced from atop her area across the stomach between the breasts all over the neck to her lips. "Sure." He remembers what this is the sin of lust. Why did he crave her. Questions for later. He removed his clothes, rubbing his extremely hard member with in her a soaked vagina, using her wetness as lube. He impaled her with his 'blade' and jabbed her several times."I'm about ready to-" Then he stopped going down her body again and this time tracing around her vagina before viciously eating her out licking and sucking her violently adding in nibbles around said area and her thighs. She came screaming with ecstasy. Michael lapped up all he could and loved her sent, taste and touch. "I'm taking you home." He said with only desiring her more at the sight of her glow. "My home."


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