Guro Challenge - Decapitation

Precipitation made soft pitter-pattering noises as it slid down Paul Sheldon’s window. He was gazing absent-mindedly out into the mountains, waiting. Paul simply knew the rain brought bad things. Bad things that would no doubt bring him much pain and misery…

Many people would wonder why a middle-aged man like Paul Sheldon was doing here with a woman like Annie Wilkes. Was he visiting a relative? Or perhaps he’s living here with this woman for reference for his next book? I can tell you now that Sheldon’s a very unfortunate man. Many months ago in the winter, Paul completed his new book. Driving home in a snowstorm had been disastrous for the poor guy! His car had slipped on the snowy track and tumbled down the hill, knocking Paul unconscious, shattering both his wretched legs, and very nearly killing him! Fortunately (or unfortunately, you choose) his ‘biggest fan’ that psychotic bitch, aka Annie Wilkes, pulled him from the wreck and nursed him back to health.

Many people would also see these circumstances as odd, but not for Annie! Nope! Every evening she had waited outside his lodge, waiting – knowing ol’ Paulie would be finishing his novel soon. After he finished, he’d have one cigarette (he’d quit smoking ages ago) and one glass of champagne. Tradition.

That was all in the past now… Those many months had just dragged by. ‘Why hasn’t anyone found me yet?!’ Paul would often question himself in frustration. His legs hurt, his arm hurt, his chest hurt, and most of all he was terrified. Not only that, but he missed his family. Surely they were missing him, right? Then why haven’t they found him yet?

‘Hey, Paul.’ A voice floated down the corridor, waking him from his thoughts. Flat, listless, lifeless. Great. Just excellent.

‘Yes, Annie? What’s wrong?’ Paul cooed, sugar-coating his words in desperation. Madam Wilkes can be pretty dangerous when she gets depressed.

‘It’s over.’

‘What?’

‘We’ve been found.’ Yanking the door handle violently, Annie shuffled into Paul’s make-shift bedroom/torture chamber. Paul noticed her red-rimmed eyes were half lidded out of tiredness, and her mousy hair was tousled and greasy. Obviously she hadn’t bathed for days. Doing a full body scan, Paul’s heart stopped at her hands.

In her arms was a large chainsaw, caressed lovingly by her big, beefy hands. She smiled down at him as sweet as the Virgin Mary with a rather poisonous twist.

‘Don’t be scared, sweetie.’ Annie sighed, running a hand through his hair and hugging his face to her chest, tigerishly. ‘This will all be over soon…shhh…’

‘N-no, Annie! Pluh-PLEASE! Can’t I just hide in the basement?! They’ll never know I’m here!!’ Sheldon begged, tears running down Annie’s starchy blouse. He could smell her BO mixed with disgusting food stains and masked with a flowery perfume.

Annie said nothing.

‘PLEASE!!’ Paul interrupted the silence, not caring for modesty or pride. ‘…Please, just a little longer… I’ll do whatever it takes.’

‘I’m sorry, Paulie. I really am.’ The ex-nurse whispered. Closing her eyes she gently kissed Paul’s sweaty forehead. At that exact moment, she pulled out a syringe concealed in her heavy skirt and plunged it into Paul’s arm before he could feebly push her away.

The next time Paul awoke, he opened his eyes to the sight of his own collapsing body spray painting the walls with his own vital fluid.

Guro Challenge - Amputation

I slump, defeated and mindless against my throne. Of course this wasn’t really a throne – I just liked to call it that. I mean, it looks like a throne. Slightly. My arms and legs were tied to the broad limbs of the chair with forceful leather straps, and the chair was almost big enough to seat two people. See? It does look like a throne! Kind of…

I giggled weakly. I was giddy and drunk. My vision was blurry from the drugs, but peering around the room I could tell there was literally nothing here. Nothing but blinding white tiles from floor to ceiling. It looked cold… Sterile. Almost like a hospital, or a bathroom. Or maybe even both.

In fact, I now know this could be a steam room! Yes that’s it! I booked a day at the spa, was about to get into the steam room, slipped, and maybe a staff member dragged me in here whilst unconscious to—‘No, you’re just lying to yourself.’ A harsh voice barked in the back of my mind. ‘Stop pretending. You know why you’re here.’

… I do know why I’m here. A few weeks ago I did something stupid, foolish, immature… But do I really deserve this?

A few weeks ago. It may not seem like a long time to you, but to me, stuck in this maddening room, it’s a whole lifetime ago! Okay, I made a silly mistake. Trusting Cissy Kingston could have been one of the most brainless things I’ve ever done. She was fun, lively, wild –– even sweet and motherly at times. Yet she had a dark side. Some days she could be full of life, but on those dark days… Nope I don’t even want to think about it!

She intrigued me, compelled me into thinking we were friends or even more than friends! Her beautiful hair was thick and rich, dyed pastel purple by yours truly. Her smile could light up the dingiest of rooms and cause people to fall into love or even hate with her.

Unfortunately for me, I fell in love with Cissy Kingston. I wanted to help her on her days of depression… Be happy with her in her days of ecstasy. I wanted to love her, and for her to love me. How foolish! My family warned me to stay away from her, but I thought it was just because we were both girls!

Biting into my cheeks to stop myself from howling from sadness, I forced myself to remember. What happened? What did I do to make Cissy mad?

Before my sluggish mind could supply me with answers, the door slammed open with a tremendous bang. I flinched in my throne. Cissy. Tears streamed down my face drenching both my cheeks.

‘Cissy!’ I cried and began laughing with pure dread. She simply smiled knowingly, cocking her head backwards and rocking on the spot. Her smile infuriated me. It was smug, and didn’t reach her brown eyes at all!

She walked the distance of the room until she reached my chair. Her radiant lilac hair swung back and forth with every leisurely step. I quivered in my throne.

Within a few feet of my poor eyesight I noticed that she was dressed in her usual garb; lacy lingerie (my mother always turned her nose up at the way she dresses, deeming it ‘inappropriate’ and ‘tarty’), a pastel sheer dress, a black leather jacket with pins littered around, some pair of gothic stompy boots and suspenders. Yet, even closer I noticed something scary. I resisted the urge to whimper. She was wearing a raincoat. I remember that time we watched American Psycho together – Cissy was so fascinated with the main character and his raincoat.

‘Hey, Katie.’ She said flatly, now expressionless. This must be one of her bad days. In her left hand was duct tape. In her right was a small hand-held axe. I shrieked, eyes bulging, and attempted to yank the ties off my arms. ‘Too late,’ the voice taunted.

‘Shut up.’ Cissy whispered softly, her expression tender. She duct-taped my mouth shut and just stared at me for a while. My heart couldn’t stop hammering inside my chest as sweat ran down my face and body. For the next two minutes the only noise I could hear was the blood rushing inside my ears. I closed my eyes. Best to get this over with, huh?

Even more minutes passed. I opened my eyes, expecting Cissy to be gone. Nope, she’s still there just staring at me. Please, please just get this over with!

Our eyes met and my heart froze with alarm. ‘Cissy!’ I tried to yell from behind my gag, ‘Cissy, please!!’ – all that came out was muffled garbage.

Splat! I couldn’t believe what just happened. It all just happened so fast! My leg was gone and all that was left was a stump… Our eyes met once again. Cissy. Avid. Me. Stunned.

Blood splattered everywhere, covering the pristine white tiles, Cissy’s raincoat, Cissy’s goddess face, my ugly face, my frumpy body, the floor, the axe blade… Everywhere.

Suddenly I realised what had just happened... and grievously I knew it was going to happen again, and again, and again…

Chainsaws! X3

I've discovered recently that I have a little fascination with chainsaws!

(Don't worry, I'm not a psychopath that's gonna kill you... XD)

I blame Grell Sutcliffe for this.... and also the music I've been listening to....