Karma Cuts…

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window and stiletto heels clicked and echoed on its wooden floor which was still shiny even through a layer of dust had settled upon it.

The dust was so thick that every time the bound man lying in the middle of the floor exhaled, the air forced through the hole in the hood that covered his head scattered the dust about sending particles floating in the relatively empty room to be illuminated by candlelight.

When she saw the man’s eyes widen through the hood, she decided to remove it.

The man was obviously terrified . Not only were his eyes wide, they were wet with tears. The tears left streaks on his dark, ashy, thin, and unusually dry face.

“My God you’re ugly,” she said with disgust and disdain in her voice. “And it’s a shame because you didn’t always look like the human personification of a charred cricket”

She walked over to the mantel which had the candle resting upon it and picked up a long, dark, velvet satchel and rolled it open on the old dark floor exposing a variety of surgical tools.

“Fuck you,” the man hissed through the makeshift gag that was tied so tight the corners of his mouth cracked and started to bleed dripping down to his chin.

“No thanks, bitch. Been there done that, cured it with an antibiotic.” She calmly retorted as she swiftly snatched a scalpel and slashed it down the man’s face and when the man tried to reach for it, the woman sliced his fingers clean off and they went flying into the fireplace.

“And several hours of therapy…” The woman continued to speak even though the man was yelling out in pain, blood pouring from the severed fingers. “Which depending on what side of the couch you’re sitting on kinda determines if my sessions were successful.”

The woman shrugged as her heels clicked across the floor, the man tried to twist his body so he could watch her. She saw him and kicked him so he fell over.Then she drug the tarp he was laying on towards a beam closer to the front door of the cabin.

She then propped his body, bruised from being hog-tied and folded into the trunk of a rental car against the beam and handcuffed the man to it.

He was moaning but not as loudly as before, but yet his eyes darted back and forth from the surgical equipment to her face which housed a wide, yet sinister smile. She walked backed over to the fireplace, grabbed a the poker and what looked like a red and white cooler.

She then stabbed the loose fingers with the poker and put them in the cooler by dragging the poker along the sides letting the phalanges fall inside.

She then slammed it shut and kicked it against the wall by the front door.

He moaned a little louder because the pain was becoming intolerable. This infuriated her, so she ran towards him screaming and sliced the other side of his face which now had a large X scraped into it turning his brown skin black with streaming blood.

“Oh you think you’re in pain now?” The woman shrieked as she stripped naked in front of him. Placing her clothing into the fireplace.

“You, you pussy -ass, bitch have no idea what pain is. The heartache you caused me and every other woman who crossed your path is about to ravage you like a million starving jackals on an antelope.”

And with that she opened the door, “Enjoy the view, I’ma clean your blood offa me.”

When he was able to blink the blood away the man saw a long line of women holding red and white coolers headed towards the cabin.

The screams were heard for hours.