Caius POV

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREME GORE AND GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

I finished drinking the Malta I had in my hand and placed the empty bottle down on the counter before walking towards the door that lead down to the basement or my underground office as I liked to call it .

I had , had it built when I bought the house last year and it served as my study or my thinking space where I go to whenever I needed to release built up anger or stress but, it also served as my museum except it displays the kind of art Satan himself wouldn't even want in hell and it was where I planned on keeping her too but, it would have to be changed, a little fixing up to make it cater specifically to her .

So far it could only be accessed by a door that was made into the wall, meaning that unless you know there is a door to be found , you wouldn't be able to find it so to a normal individual the only thing you would see infront of you was a simple bare white wall.

After applying a measured amount of pressure on specific sections of the wall in a specific pattern , it would slide away, separating into specific tiles allowing a space wide and high enough for me to walk through before closing back behind me .

Stairs lead down into the room and the moment you ascended the last step you would first be greeted with the cold air and the strong scent of cleaning products because, though I love my art it can get quite messy and I liked to work in a clean space , though I clean mainly to get rid of the mess because I love the scent, it was addicting like a drug , one of my favourite scents actually.

The scent crawls up the back of your throat and has a rotten , metallic tang that would make a normal person gagged and held their breath but, I wasn't normal, as I said earlier I am what I like to refer to as unique, special.

The walls were lined with dark, soundproof panels , built to absorb every whisper, every scream, every painfilled cry , leaving the room eerily silent once am through. A single overhead light cast a harsh , clinical glow , illuminating my macabre collection that filled the space .

Glass display cases lined the walls , each one meticulously arranged with trophies I had taken from my canvases or what a normal person would refer to as victims. A lock of air , a severed finger, a kidney, a heart , each item preserved in pristine condition labelled with my canvases name, date and method of death.

Some displays included photographs of my canvases that I had taken during the creation of my art , their faces frozen in expressions of terror and sweet despair . One wall was dedicated entirely to weapons. It was an arsenal of brutality, a showcase of my preferred artistic tools . Knives of every shape and sizes gleamed under the light, their edges honed to razor - sharp perfection.

There were scalpels , bone saws and custom made blades with intricate carvings. Guns hang in neat rows, alongside blunt instruments like crowbars, hammers , baseball bats, each one stained with the ghosts of past victims. In the center of the room stood a steel operating table, its surface scratched and worn .

Leather straps dangled from its sides, ready to restrain anyone unfortunate enough to find themselves there . Beside the table was a rolling cart stocked with syringes , vails of drugs and substances to help my art corporate, and surgical tools that gleamed menacingly under the light.

The floor was polished concrete, easy to clean , though faint stains hinted at the masterpieces of art I had created so far . A drain in the corner served a grim purpose , ensuring that no trace of my work remained once I am through. On the far side of the room was a glass enclosure, reinforced with steel bars and also soundproof . This is where I keep my living art to prolonged my masterpiece .

The enclosure was equipped with a single cot, a bucket and nothing else . Its devoid of comfort, designed to break even the most hopeful of spirits and drive even the most sane individual into the deepest depths of insanity and utter madness.

I had also taken the time to add my own twisted form of aesthetic to the room . The walls were adorned with abstract paintings I had created using blood , my favourite colour of crimson red , the splatters and streaks forming chaotic nightmarish images for some but, the most beautiful masterpiece of art for me . At the moment their was a faint classical melody being played on a hidden speaker adding a sort of elegance to the whole macabre darkness of the room and in my enclosure was my newly acquired canvas who had dared to touch my doll .

I walked over to the enclosure and stood , hands in the pocket of my jeans as I studied him . Him did awake judging by eh fact seh him eye dem did open and a look round eh place inna horror and panic . Mi know him mus a wondah why him cah talk or move and mi smile as mi watch him, just a enjoy eh sight a him , all of a sudden him nuh feel strong again , like a him run things .

Mi open eh door to eh enclosure because anuh like him cah guh anyweh anyways.

" yuh mus a wondah why yuh cah move or talk but, anuh that a yuh main focus right now ", mi seh as mi stoop dung and rest mi hand pon mi knee a look dung pon him . Wata start run out a him eye dem and mi almost laugh, cause mi think him did tougha than this . Mi deveen start wid mi creation yet and eh man start bawl to rawtid.

" nuh bada wid that yahsuh , cause eh cah help yuh , eh just aguh mek eh whole a weh mi plan fi do a more fun experience fi mi but, wah sure fucking painful one fi you" , mi seh as mi tek him up and carry him guh put dung pon eh table .

" how yuh feel bout knife?" , mi ask him as mi strap him dung wid eh restraints even though mi know damn well seh him cah ansa . Mi look dung pon eh equipment dem weh did already deh pon eh rolling cart and tek up eh scalpel.

" yuh know weh dem use this fi do ?" , mi ask him and him just look pon mi wata a run out a him eye dem and dung eh side a him face .

" doctor mainly use eh fi perform surgery but, inna my case eh use fi arts and crafts . Eh cah use fi mek eh deepest and eh neatest slice or cut inna whateva kind a canvas mi a work wid , and eh use fi dissection to.

If yuh nuh realise by now , yah eh canvas mi aguh work pon and this a one a eh tool dem weh mi aguh start wid . Nuh worry yuh head either, mi have wah masters inna medicine but, mi nuh plan fi utilise it stills, especially since mi like eh way how yah bawl like wah likkle weak pussyhole".

Mi sink eh scalpel deep inna him skin from him chest dung to him lower abondomen , meaning seh mi buss him stomach open and eh look a shock , panic and pain inna him eye dem when dem a tear out a him eye socket mek mi smile and mi know mi affi frame him expression suh mi use mi camera and tek couple shots before mi continue work .

Him body did a convulsed because a eh amount a blood weh him a lose. Blood like wata pour from him belly weh buss open and drip off a eh table, and a splash pon mi shoes , fuck! a 40,000 grand mi pay fi dem yah but, eh good stillz . Him neva dead but, him did already faint from bloodlost but, mi decide fi finish him off but, first mi aguh need couple souvenir suh mi inspect mi canvas fi si weh mi wah keep .

Well , since him tek it up pon him self fi admire my things, mi feel like mi aguh keep eh eye dem , might even send dem to har , mi smile as mi imagine har reaction. Humming softly to the melody being played while mi create mi art , mi open him lef eye and use eh scalpel fi slice out him eyeball and eh likkle fucka jerk like when yah cut off chicken head .

Done wid that ,mi put it inna wah glass jar wid eh liquid weh mi use fi preserve it before eh guh inna eh freezer and then mi move on to eh other eye and repeat eh same thing. Mi check him pulse and nuh find none , suh eh likkle fucka dead a ready ? That nuh matta stillz , cause mi done work.

Mi put dung eh scalpel and pull on some plastic latex gloves and then reach inna him stomach and pull out him organs dem , gut it rawse.

Mi dash him waste inna wah container and then wah idea fawod inna mi mind weh mek mi smile . Mi tek up one a mi bone saw and start saw off him hand dem and just lef him arm . Then mi tek eh two hand dem and stuff dem inna him empty stomach and sew it up , tek couple more picture and then start clean up .

Afta mi done clean, mi put eh glass jar dem wid him eye dem, inna eh freezer fi gi it some time fi eh chemical weh dem inna preserve dem before mi add dem to mi self wid eh rest a mi souvenir dem . Mi smile as mi tek out wah spliff and light it, exhaling the smoke feeling a sense of calmness, si mi tell yuh Bria mi aguh cure him sickness fi yuh , Моя кукла ( translation- my doll).