A low hum. The voice bounced throughout the space, despite the sound of metal screeching against a hard surface. Like it was sharpened. Footsteps shuffled and a bucket was picked up. Water splashed in the bucket and hurled towards the person in the chair.

He coughed violently. His senses slowly returned to him. He gagged. The smell in the room was putrid. His blurred vision cleared up…

…and before him was a masked person so close to his face.

“GAH!!”

He threw himself back but was immobilized by the binds on his wrists and legs to the chair. He fiddled with them, trying to yank his arms and legs but the bonds were tight. He turned to the masked person who was standing motionless. The sewn mouth and a cross for their left eye creeped him out.

“W, w, what do you want?! I didn’t do anything to you!” He cried.

That person, or whatever it was, remained silent. Their breaths were heavy, muffled by the mask but he can almost feel the glare behind it. They move towards the table. The scraping of metal on wood startled him. He watched. That was the only thing he could do as the masked person picked up a saw.

His blood ran cold when they trail their fingers on the blade.

His breath hitched when they turned to him.

His heart thumped at each step they took towards him.

“H, h, hey, hey, get away from me…!”

He squirmed, flailed, kicked and grunted as he tried to get the ropes off his wrists.

It only tightened the more he struggled.

He caught his breath in his throat when the masked person leaned into him. Their foot was on the chair between his legs.

He could almost see them grin…

“Don’t fight.”

Their strong hand pushed his head aside, revealing his neck to the person as they lowered the saw blade on his flesh.

He screamed. Screamed as the sudden sharp pain went through him. He choked and gurgled as blood flowed out of his mouth. His neck sprayed out blood onto him and the masked person. The cracks of his neck echoed in the room as he was sawn.

They lift his dismembered head. Blood dropped, more like flowing to the ground. The body went limp on the chair. Now anyone would gag at the sight or smell, but not this masked person. Of course, they wouldn’t.

They place the head on a table.

Among other heads that they’ve accumulated.

Displayed like a trophy.

Under the mask, they smiled.

Then the door behind them creaked open…