By Kensana Darnell
“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell” ~Oscar ~Oscar Wilde~
Her horrified eyes stare back at me from beneath the murky waters.
With my hands tightly around her throat, she struggles. I hear her screams, intermitted between the gurgling water rushing past her lips.
I feel the blast of excitement electrifying my brain and fraying my emotions, igniting the sexually tormented demon inside me.
He likes this—no loves it. He is the part of me, the half that frightens my soul. He, is the part of me, I cannot stop—no matter how hard I try.
I look into my victim’s horror-stricken expression, I feel for her. I slightly release my grip, allowing her water filled lungs to seek refuge in the night air floating above.
I didn’t respond. I only stared back at her, waiting for him to respond.
She rises to her feet, taking to the woods in a panicked disoriented run.
Again, I waited for the orders from within.
Like a dog following the commands of its master, I leapt to my feet in pursuit of the woman. She wouldn’t get far, he’d made me take her shoes and clothing away. That’s how he liked to keep them.
Don’t let her get away!
I picked up speed to close the gap between the woman and myself. Mad laughter exploding inside my head, as I reached for her hair, forcing her to the ground. Crawling closer, I straddled her torso, pinning her naked body to the ground.
“Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”
Her whimpering pleas, drilling deeply into my skull.
“Shut up. I won’t do it!”
Do it! Do it now!
I have to shut him up. I want…no I need him to stop talking.
I pull the blade from my jacket, its long blade shimmering in the moonlight, casting a reflection of light across the girl’s face.
Taking the knife in both hands, I hold it over my head. She’s screaming again.
The blade plunges into her chest, and blood spatters across my face as I turn the blade to open the wound.
Silence. The voice is quiet. The demon has been satiated once more. How long until he speaks to me again? When will he demand another life to fulfill his pleasure?
I hear them speeding closer. Her screams. Someone must have heard.
I hear the voice trying to save me—try to save himself.
Should I flee? I can see the glimmer of red and blue lights now.
I pull the knife from her chest, and get to my feet. I know these woods like the back of my hands, getting to my car isn’t a problem. I break the wood line running at top speed. Safe behind the wheel, I watch the beams of light from the officer’s flashlights streak through the trees.
I put the car into reverse, making sure to leave the headlights off. I pull onto the road, switching them on only after I’m sure my freedom is safely is within reach. Looking down at the brightly lit fuel gage, I realize the car needs gas. I roll into an old mom and pop service station and begin to fill the tank as a royal blue beetle glides in at the pump opposite mine.
A young brunette climbs out of the car. She glances in my direction and smiles. “Hi.”
“Hello.” I reply. I watch her in the reflection of my car window. The way she brushes away the hair from the nape of her neck, every time the breeze blows. The curve of her long shapely legs, the crest of her breast, rising and falling beneath the cropped top she wore, called to it. My palms sweaty, heart is pounding, and then I hear him.
I want her.
“No.” I whisper.
Take her for me.
My head is pounding. I quickly climb back into the car.
I want her!
I don’t know how much longer I can resist him. I stare out of the car, my view falls on the girl once more. I can’t breathe.
“Oh God,” I pray, “please stop me, before I kill again.”