“What a disgusting pig you are… tied up like that… it’s like you want to be painted red… You’re far too pale anyway….”
It seemed his senpai was further and further away now… it hurt… it ached… IT HURT!!!! And this… this bitch… Haruko…she did it…. She was the cause… Her and her lovely friends, but no…. no he wouldn’t be deterred. After all, senpai was supposed to be with him… no one else loved him like Souji did…
Haruko, Emi, Hiroshi, Aki and Ami…. they were just stepping stones… more reasons for his senpai to be brought closer to him.. with every unfortunate incident… with every unforeseen circumstance, he would be brought closer to Souji… the only one who could truly comfort him, understand and nurture him in such a trying time….
But first was this one… her brown hair chopped off haphazardly, rage consuming him for a brief moment, delighting in her horrified screams… but now she was tied over a drain in the basement, stripped bare, duct tape over her mouth and weak from a few days of starvation and mental abuse.
Slowly he walked away, going to a table he had set up not far. Glistening and shining in the dim light, several surgical tools lay there, pristine and new. “I bought these not too long ago, and I think you’re the perfect cadaver to try it on….or at least you will be….”
In the background, barely heard amidst the panicked breathing of the hanging corpse a radio was playing, and Souji gasped with a smile, turning it up slightly. “Awwww I love this song,” he hummed walking up to the body, watching the bright green eyes focus on the blade, but Souji paid no mind. “I hope you don’t mind if I sing along….”
“Muscle connects to the bone and bone to the iron in the marrow…”
He let the scalpel lightly drag along the girl’s bare side, a horrified scream muffled by the tape. She was incredibly loud, even with the obstruction. Souji made a mental note to gag the next one properly… something that will stifle the sound without prematurely choking them.
“I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron…”
The next scream was even louder, Souji’s scalpel drawing a thin red line down her back. Her skin was like butter… so easily torn… how could someone so fragile truly be able to make him happy?? Better to get rid of her… but careful careful… don’t want to go too deep… no need to kill he just yet
“Mouth connects to the teeth and teeth to the loves and the curses…”
He walked over to her, a soft smile as he let the blade drag across her jaw, and it was a strangle sob, the screams turning into whimpers and crying. Pathetic… He shook his head at her, as if lovingly reprimanding a child for whining and being demanding.
“Honey can you reach the spot that needs oilin’ and fixin’?”
He let it dig right down her chest, between her sizable breast, hitting the sternum with a start before lightening up the touch, moving down her stomach to just above her most sensitive part. “Ooops, wouldn’t want to gut you now, would I?? That would be an awful mess to clean up….”
He looked up at the other with a wide smile, enjoying the panic, the desperation in her eyes, and as she screamed, her muffled shouts made him laugh, clapping his hands in delight. “Oh, so you do know this song!!! Let’s sing more notes together, shall we???”
The next day, out in a ditch by an unlit section of the highway, someone reported seeing something strange. The cops went to investigate, spotting the body of missing girl Kurokami Haruko. She had been drained of blood, surgical incisions made all across her body in a myriad of patterns, many of them curly cues, as if made out of boredom. There was no trace of who had done it, nothing in the way of DNA evidence or fingerprinting. It seemed the body had just… appeared there. It was another in a series of devastating attacks and murders surrounding the local university
What disturbed investigators the most, however, was a message written on the body’s back. One phrase copied on each side divided by the deep incision down the middle of her spine
