Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Toxic Butterflies ❯ Sweet Massacre ( Chapter 3 )

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Toxic Butterflies

By: Revamp

Chapter 3: Sweet Massacre

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Prada silently stood on the balcony on the third story. Green eyes glanced over to the lolita next door, who was busily watering her flowers. Without warning, a flash of Aze's glazed over eyes shot through her mind, reminding her of the horror of that day at the party. Her form was filled with anxiety and sickness.

`I just…don't know what to make of this.'

The girl placed a hand to her forehead, her long, black hair cascaded around her face.

Below, Suroriya glanced up from her task of drenching her once white flowers in a sea of pale red. She spied the girl watching her.

As I have become more and more aware of my surroundings, I begin to notice a change in my victim. She is finally becoming aware of the current situation. Due to her own suspicions and fear, she continues to become more and more entangled in my web. Soon, she will struggle so much that my web will consume her and drown her out completely so that I can make my silent move.

She is immersed in the world of my supposed lifestyle, unaware of what I harbor beneath, but you see…that's the fun of the game. Her suspicions of my only make this game more interesting. Growing close to her this week had made my charade worth it, although, to some degree I would not call this a charade per se. I do harbor the true lolita lifestyle…plus a few skeletons in my closet.

That look of paralyzing fear when she found out the true painter of that portrait brought a sick bliss to my soul that words couldn't describe.

Doesn't she know that becoming caught in the cog wheels only means that she will eventually be crushed?

And I will be there, bathing in the blood that streams to the ground below.

She has an appointment today. We're supposed to spend time together and drink some tea. I've made a very special blend for the occasion.

It will celebrate our new found bond, and it will be the introduction into a world of horror.

The true beginning of a sweet massacre.

A knock sounded on her door as she shut her book and sat the pen down beside of her. A wicked smile crossed Suroriya's face as she rose. It was time to start their most special appointment.

The door opened to reveal a happy Prada, dressed in a yellow spaghetti strap shirt with a long, white skirt and heeled, white sandals. In one hand, she carried a wicker basket full of assorted flowers and in the other a basket of herbs.

“I brought the stuff as usual! I'll be happy to make some really delicious tea for you today-“

She was cut off.

“That won't be needed.”

Confusion crossed Prada's features. “It…won't? Why not?”

“We're going to have a very different lesson today. I've also taken it upon myself to prepare tea this morning.” Really, there was no need for her basket of herbs. What a silly girl. Even if her efforts were kind, Suroriya wasn't in the mood to play her bullshit games.

Prada smiled, inwardly feeling a little disheartened. She was happy about being able to give Suroriya a taste of her own tea, but she supposed it could wait. After all, she loved the lolita's ability to make such wonderful flavors of drinks. “Well, I guess I can't really complain about that, now can I? Your tea is simply the best. I'd drink no others.”

Suroriya smiled fondly, “you flatter me so. Please, do come in.” She backed away from the door and gestured inside.

Prada stepped inside. Her body tingled with excitement. She couldn't wait to try some of Suroriya's wonderful tea. Her green gaze darted around the room, eyes shone bright at the prospect of a fun day planned out ahead of her. “Now I'm really excited about this surprise of yours. I'm looking forward to what this day has ahead of us! I'm sure that I'll learn a lot from you. I have already learned so much!”

As the girl sat her herbs and flowers on a nearby table Suroriya's voice took on a velvety tone. “Today, you'll learn the most important lesson of all. I've been looking forward to this moment. I was up late last night, carefully planning out the events.”

Suroriya walked into the kitchen and Prada could hardly contain herself. A million thoughts rushed through her head all at once. `Oh wow! This must be good!' She turned to the direction of the lolita, who had disappeared from her view. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let's start this surprise of yours. I'm anxious!”

Suroriya glanced over her shoulder. “All things come with patience and time. You'll see the surprise soon enough.”

`Oh, what could it be? Does she want me to help her make a new dress? Or maybe she wants me to help her make a new type of tea? Or go tea pot shopping? Or maybe just maybe she is going to teach me how to make her special tea? Whatever it is, I'm sure that it will be awesome!' A million thoughts ran through the girl's head, filling her heart full of premature excitement. Prada couldn't help but smile brilliantly. There was a vast amount of adoration that she held for the other girl. Prada was suffering the inevitable attack of the feels. No matter how much of an immature girl it made her seem, she couldn't help it.

Suroriya walked back into the living room with a tea set comprised of a tea kettle and two tea cups with a red-looking tea inside of them, “this is my famous special recipe. I made it just for this occasion. Here, take a cup.”

Prada reached for one of the tea cups as they were lowered onto the table. It must have really been a special occasion if Suroriya was making this particular tea. Prada loved the metallic taste of it, and wondered how the lolita got that special zing into a tea. Her skills at tea making were extraordinary. “Oh, thank you so much! You know, the best thing about coming to your house, is drinking this delicious tea. I adore the taste. It's so rich in flavor.”

The girl complimented before taking a long, deep sip of the liquid. She savored the taste as the warm tea ran down her throat. “Okay, what do we do when we're done drinking tea?”

Suroriya's smile darkened, “you'll see when you wake up.”

“Huh?” Prada blinked. “What do you mean?”

Her eyes grew heavy as sleep hit her like a ton of bricks after a few moments. Prada slumped over in her chair and the tea cup fell from her hand, staining the precious rug below her in a shade of crimson.

Suroriya continued to smile as she turned away.

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Prada slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a darkened room. She attempted to shake her head from side to side but a thick, leather strap held her neck down. The girl struggled to move, only to find that there were multiple straps on her legs, arms and one around her hips.

They glued her form to the wooden planks that resembled a large `x' shape. Her hair dangled over the plank, swishing back and forth as she jolted and moved slightly from side-to-side. Try as she might, she could not escape. Then, she heard the faintest of footsteps, clacking against the floor. A dark figure walked up and it was only then that she noticed how the room smelled of death and must from the dampness. The faint sound of wings flapping filled her ears as moths fluttered through the air.

Suroriya walked into the light that only lit up a partial view of her face. “Good, you're awake.”

“I can't move. What's going on? Why am I here? What is this place?” Prada was really freaked out. If this was a joke, it wasn't funny in the slightest.

Suroriya pushed a cart through the darkness, “I tied you down myself, of course. I know the lighting is pretty dim in here but I was certain that you would be able to see that, at the very least.”

Fear illuminated in Prada's green eyes. “Why? I don't get it. What about your special surprise?”

Suroriya smiled, “this is my special surprise. It will be going to a good cause. I can assure you that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You like my tea, correct?”

“Yes, I do but what does that have to do with this?” Prada was completely confused as to how her ending up on this device had anything to do with making tea.

“You see, I ran out of a special ingredient and only you can give it to me,” it was a simple enough explanation. Surely Prada could understand her problem. After all, she loved her tea so much that she was sure that she could help contribute to her cause.

“What? How can I get this `special ingredient' like this? What is it?” Prada felt her stomach drop to her feet and feel her blood run cold. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to like her friend's explanation at all.

“It's human blood, of course.”

That only confirmed it, and that look of bloodlust in those once void, golden eyes made her sick.

`Human blood? I've been drinking…all this time…I feel sick.' Horror etched itself on her face as her eyes widened in fear. “Please tell me that this is a joke. I mean, I know that you have a dark sense of humor, so you're just trying to freak me out, right? That's not funny, Suroriya, telling me that you're going to drain my blood and turn me into your tea,“ Prada smiled, laughing a little, she wasn't sure if it was out of fear or if she was going crazy trying to scrounge for the last available strand of hope, “I do have to say, that's a good prank. You really got me! It scared the hell out of me.”

Suroriya pouted. “That's kind, but I can't accept your praise, for this is far from a joke.”

Prada felt herself panic. “Stop it! Let me down!”

Suroriya was silent and merely pushed the cart into the light. Sharp medical tools and various other instruments were there. It was a sick combination of medical equipment and common weapons, like an axe, hacksaw, chainsaw and a few other things.

At this point, Prada was hyperventilating and freaking out. Fear evident in her wide eyes. “What? No! You can't do this!”

“We're friends, aren't we? Friends until the very end. Too bad the end had to be a little…bitter,” the look on the lolita's face was calm, as if her cries meant nothing to her, as if it was all normal for Prada to react that way.

“Everyone will wonder where I am. Kosei will come looking for me, Shana will too. They'll see what you're doing and then this sick horror show will end. You won't get away with this!” Prada shouted in despair, trying to coax the sick lolita out of whatever she was going to do.

“There are many cold cases, and unexplained disappearances. You undermind me to think that I haven't been doing this for years. No one's found out yet. Where do you think that tea I gave you came from?” The lights came on.

“Damn it!” Prada shouted as the room was illuminated.

It was decked out in the same minimalist décor that the other rooms in her house had been. There were quaint, elegant lamps that contrasted the dismal bath tub that loomed on the far wall. Above it was a cage with spikes on the top and bottom that dripped with blood.

Butterflies and moths fluttered around, and some were around the few pools of blood that were splattered on the wall and floor. There was a counter with a juicer, blender and slow cooker on a dingy-looking stove.

Around the bath tub were watering cans. Skulls sat on the decorative tables, there were statues of bones as well. Prada's eyes darted back and forth, then they fell on Suroriya, there was a vanity behind her with a mirror that had words scrawled in red that said `beauty is frozen in silence.'

“How do you like my room of horrors?” The lolita seemed proud of this particular arrangement.

Tears streamed down the girl's face, smudging her makeup, “Suroriya, please. I'm sorry if I was really nosey and I always bugged you about your special tea. I won't ask about it ever again if you let me go. I swear that I won't tell anyone. Ever. This will be our secret as friends.”

“Oh, you didn't do anything to me. It has already begun and it can't be reversed. You have been chosen. It was fate.” As much as Prada wanted to get out of her situation, it was her blood that would eventually stain the lolita's hands.

Prada jolted to a stop as a look of utter hopelessness shot through her face, frozen for a moment. `How can this be happening?' The girl began to cry loudly.

“Don't cry, child,” Suroriya held up a skull, petting it gingerly. “They will be with you and they will welcome you into their realm with open arms. Their soothing voices will calm your misery,“ she placed her free hand to her ear and smiled. “Can't you hear them? Please…don't be afraid. We are with you.”

“No…please…no…” Prada sobbed.

“It's okay. You'll join your dearly departed Aze. You'll both meet again in a place of utopia where you feel no pain. Tell me, dear Prada, have you ever wondered what human flesh tasted like? I happened upon this one, a man, long ago,” she held up the skull, still talking with that calm, soothing voice. “He was one of those uptown salesmen. The human body is very interesting. It's no different than an animal's and all of the parts can be salvaged and used for various purposes. Even the meat is edible. Out of all of the victims that I've had, I've never sampled any of them before.

“Those who have told me about their tasting have found it quite flavorful. There was a certain taste that made them hungry for more. It's a rare delicacy that is worth the taste alone. It's really unlike any animal that you could eat. I served this one to a high-end party. They paid a good price for him. They said he was amazing; they never tasted anything like him. He lasted a long time. He fought hard and he didn't give into death so easily. It was entertaining. I got to…be creative with my special talents. He did have one little problem, a defect if you will. He cursed a lot, so I had to remove his tongue. It wasn't proper to disrespect a lady in your own name. Now is it?”

“You're sick and demented,” Prada writhed and sobbed in her straps.

Suroriya sat the skull back down on its respected table. “Enough fond memories. Time to make some new ones.”

Grabbing the knife, she walked over to the girl and placed the blade on her arm, cutting out a gouge of flesh in her bicep. Prada shouted out in pain and tried to desperately pull away but the braces were tight against her skin. She winced as her flesh was peeled away from the bone. Prada ground her teeth as she tearfully watched her flesh lift up from its position. She repeated this process on the other arm and her legs slightly above her ankles. Prada whimpered. Her limbs seared with an inhumane sensation.

Then, without warning and in complete malice, Suroriya turned around and stabbed her arm, plunging the knife into it and further pinning it to plank. Blood sprayed into the air. The sharp pain reignited in Prada's arm.

“It's too dull. I can't use a dull knife to cut, now can I, Prada?”

It made Prada want to vomit. She stared at the knife numbly as blood ran down the wooden structure and dripped onto the floor.

Then everything went black.

Her vision swam into focus as she stared into the blood-splattered face of Suroriya.

“Do you find me so boring as to fall asleep in the middle of my showcase? You will never be a proper lolita with those types of poor mannerisms. You seemed like such a composed girl. You'd be offended if I went to your place and just passed out, now wouldn't you? You almost think that I enjoy doing things like this. I thought that this moment would be so much more special than this. You ruined my surprise,” Suroriya was quite displeased with her understudy. Such rude behavior would only need proper punishment.

Prada continued to sob softly. Her arms and legs ached. She slightly turned her head to see Suroriya bite off a piece of flesh from her carvings.

“I couldn't help but be curious as to what it tasted like. It's delightful. You are flavorful and I think I have the perfect place for you to go when I prepare you. Here,” the lolita shoved a chunk of her own flesh into her mouth.

Prada gagged and spit it out.

Suroriya arched an eyebrow. “What's wrong? You loved my tea, didn't you?” She asked innocently as she turned to a box that sat on top of her cart. Opening it, there were a pile of tent stakes with hooked ends.

Adrenaline rushed through Prada's veins as Suroriya picked up one of the stakes and positioned it on her wrist. She grabbed a hammer and took aim.

“No, Suroriya! No! Please!” Prada begged for her not to persist but it did no good. Suroriya drove the stake into her wrists, causing the flesh to tear on her arm from the knife as she screamed. Suroriya moved to her feet, taking her heels off and stretched her feet down painfully. She brought down the hammer once more through both of her feet, pinning them into the cross.

Prada burst out crying hysterically and started to beg her captor to make the madness end. “Please stop! No more! Please don't! Think about what you're doing, please!”

Suroriya stood up and leveled her with those malicious eyes, “you cry more than any of my other victims. If you act any more pathetic, it won't even be worth it to torture you. I need to get some more vivacity into you.” She pulled out clamps and placed them into the hooks of the tent stakes. Then she smiled and flipped a nearby switch on the wall.

Electricity shot through Prada's body. Her form seized and muscles went taut as her hips jutted skyward. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she let out a high-pitched shriek. Suroriya smiled as Prada convulsed uncontrollably, and her bladder emptied. She then turned off the power casually as streams of smoke came from the stakes and the room reeked of singed flesh and burnt metal. Prada was delirious and drooling.

“Snap out of it,” Suroriya told her as she moaned. “The last round will come soon. It's breathing cold chills down your throat as we speak. You'll marvel at my vast knowledge of medical skills. For this, I want you to stay awake for my live operation.”

Prada just continued to cry. “Suroriya?” Her voice was weak.

“What?”

“Please…I want to go home,” the girl continued to beg.

“We all do. We all wish to go back to wearing the mask of illusion, and to cover our true faces with the mask of illusion and to cover our lives with this façade of normalcy,” Suroriya remarked with amusement.

Prada hung her head in defeat and continued to cry as the lolita grabbed a scalpel and sliced off her shirt and bra, making a cut down her stomach. She cut and pulled back the folds of skin as she began to remove her organs one by one. She grew weak with blood loss as she saw her organs being removed. First came both intestinal tracts, and by this point, Prada wasn't even aware of what was going on anymore. She was beginning to fade as her kidneys; pancreas, liver, bladder and stomach were removed, all laying on the tray before her.

Prada's senses faded slowly as her esophagus was severed. Her heart's pounding was growing weaker and weaker as warm blood spurted from several places in her body. She was about to pass away.

Suroriya looked at the girl's face and a smile. “How disappointing that you didn't last longer, I suppose I was caught up in my work, It tends to happen. You were a good friend and your generous contribution will be appreciated.”

With that, Prada died and everything faded to black.

Kosei and Shana stared at a plate of meat and vegetables with confusion and shock in their eyes. Kosei glanced up to the lolita.

“What brought this about?” He asked, bewildered by her kind gesture.

“I was just thinking of you when I made this dish. Please, try it,” Suroriya urged.

They both cut into the meat, popping small pieces into their mouths. Shana smiled and complimented her as the sweet juices ticked her taste buds with delight.

“This is so good! What kind of meat is this? I don't think I've ever had anything like it.”

“It is enjoyable,” Kosei agreed, unaware of what he was eating.

“It was made…especially for you as a generous donation from a dear friend.”

…To Be Continued