The Red Room * 18+ For Gore. Multi-para. *

Neon lights flash repetitively across the void of color cube which was approximately four corners of absolute nothingness & consist of only a fragile woman who remain seated in the middle. Obviously not by choice as her wrists fidget with metal straps that imprint on her flesh whilst aquatic hues held back tears. Hell that insinuate that she hadn't already dried out her tear ducts .. How long had she been there? Amidst the stench of what she hoped wasn't feces and a glass window that only reflect her image, like some sort of interrogation room in those Law & Order shows. Regardless she deduced quickly that wherever she reside was soundproof considering how hoarse her voice was from screaming for so long, luckily she managed to unhinge one of the straps from her ankles.. To no avail it seem since beyond that she was relatively useless.

The vibrant light must've insist on giving the woman her first epileptic seizure as it persist with its violent flashing, leaving her pupils dilated as slender digits extend and retract, cracking in the process as a sudden noise rang throughout the room. The first sound she'd heard in hours apparently as her orbs ricochet off every corner of the snow white room, her upper lip stiffening as she attempt to pinpoint the location of this screeching sound. Finally her eyes met with a speaker that lay perched a few feet across from her.. " How on earth did I miss that? " The young woman's tone was soft despite her situation as the speaker made a few more electrical noises while adjusting to a certain frequency. Finally after sometime a voice came through, a gentle one at that which for some reason gave her a sense of respite albeit briefly before snapping back into reality.

" My name is Mr. Ghost.. Whether or not I should be relaying such crucial information to you doesn't matter. I reckon by now you understand why.. Ms. Hill you will be dying today. Sadly I cannot guarantee a death that is swift or quick.. See your in a red room. " Just the way the words 'red room' rolled off his tongue made her spine shiver. " Most consider such things to be myths and as much as I hate pointless exposition I deem everyone in that chair worthy of an explanation. It's the least I can offer, ya'know? " Was this the mans own way of attaining redemption? A futile effort at repenting? How cute. So anyway a red room was in simplest terms a gateway into the dark web, consisting of multiple camera's, blades & assorted weaponry for the delight of the client. For Tamashi it was a place for him to enact his inner darkest desires & participate in the fun method of interactive torture.. Kind've like a video game.

Nonetheless as the man finished with his explanation of the room the camera would pan over to his location, being directly outside of the soundproofed cube as crimson orbs fixate upon the interface of his laptop. Staring back at him was a large pot-bellied fellow who insist on showing his face despite Mr. G clarifying that such a thing was a direct violation of the RR's rules.. Still he was the client which meant his word overruled restrictions. " Now you got her right? The right woman? That cunt who rejected me in front of everyone! " The fat bastard spat at the camera with such intensity Ghost felt the need to wipe away invisible spit from his albino skin. " Yes I don't make such amateur mistakes.. Now tell me how do I proceed? " With a sly grin the triple chinned client would clap his hands like some fatkid about to get candy as he ponder over the endless possibilities.. Finally settling on something. " Well I dunno. I'm no killer.. Any suggestions? Actually do whatever you like just make sure you make her scream! "

It always end like this, with the client being a normal sh*tbag who knew nothing of the skill involved in torture.. When taking into account the many aspects of it one would have a field day; For starters mentally he could threaten her loved ones and get her to believe the notion that he'd pursue them after her death. Physically there was virtually nothing off limits since his wares consist of all forms of the most up to date tools/weaponry.. Sigh, guess it didn't matter now did it? Reluctantly the 6'7 behemoth would rise from his comfortable position as digits gracefully trickle over the many tools that lay across the table; His attention being captured by the transparent window before him. Beyond it his prey for the night as he clutch his favorite crowbar, a blunt weapon which was uncommon among killers since most tend to utilize weapons that made precise incisions.. Oh but not he! The sounds of bones cracking against metal entice him so! Besides the time for blades would come.. For now he had to make sure the client got his money's worth.

Hesitantly the man would enter the cubed room and with a flick of a switch the flashing lights would come to an abrupt halt as the glare from the bulbs left his typically porcelain snow-skin with a greenish tint. The woman who couldn't have been a day over twenty beckoned for him to free her, implying she'd do relatively anything to be let go.. Spouting things he'd heard all too many times before. " I swear I won't tell the police! Just please.. Let me go. " Her lips made a gesture that imply she'd provide him sexual favors in return for her freedom. How sad to see someone resort to such demeaning acts yet he understood it perfectly, the will to live was a contagious thing.. Though in his head it was a frivolous concept which left room for error.. Even now the fat bastard on the screen couldn't bare to face what he had paid a large sum for as his eyes remain covered by his greasy palms. " Sir if you don't watch than what is the point? " Tamashi's demeanor convert from that of a soothing gentleman to a monster in mere seconds as the sound of ripples in the air being formed echo throughout the cube as the bar slapped the taste out of the womens mouth. 

Blood and spit alike spew from her busted lips as his own plump ones were quick to lick up whatever seep down her chin, her initial reaction being to chomp in his direction to which he promptly respond with another subtle smack across her face. This time landing a homerun as her right eye protrude from her eye socket and onto her chest, merely sticking to her by the cord it attached to as his smile fade. " Oh no! Your beauty.. It's gone. " The demon would pout like a child before repeating the slapping process for what must've been minutes before his phone rang. " Oh my I forgot to shut that off. " Only now did he notice his client had disconnected which meant the contract was null and in theory he could release her; Ha, as if.

" Yes? "

On the other side of the call was a rather prestigious client who had always paid him well for relatively simple work. Yet this time he insist this new target was someone Tamashi would truly enjoy for reasons unknown to him.. " I'm kind've busy.. " Crimson orbs would return their gaze to the woman whose face had been distorted to the point he barely recognize her, hell he already forgot how she looked like. " What if.. " Ah there it was, the sweet incentive he need to drop everything at a moments notice. Suppose now that meant he'd have to get all cleaned up and human like. Shame because now that meant he'd have to leave this doll for later..