8

While the doctor-agents were sitting in their living room and talking, Brent Johnson was in his room watching his small-screen TV. He was lying on his bed, switching through channels. Brent Johnson was working at the Fox Inn, and stayed in room 333. The man was completely psychotic.

Damn, this TV is stupid. Just 10 channels out of 40.

Brent swung his legs off the bed and sat at the edge of it. He opened the drawer on his bed-side table and took out a Swiss Army Knife.

I feel like doing it once more he thought.

He put the knife into his left pocket and stood up. He walked across the room to his door and exited the room. He went to room 349 and rang the doorbell. Nobody responded inside.

I hope I can find a woman. Actually, I will find a woman. If I find a man, I’ll just go to another room he thought.

Brent walked further on to room time, a young woman opened the door.

‘Yes?’ she asked.

‘Good evening, ma’am. I’ve just come to check out your room,’ Brent replied.

‘Why?’ she asked.

‘Regular check-ups. Faults in the plumbing, air-conditioning problems, those kind of things,’ he said.

‘Everything’s fine,’ the woman insisted.

‘I’m sorry, ma’am, this is my job. It is necessary for me to check every room whether the person staying there finds a problem or not,’ Brent said.

‘All right,’ the woman said. She let Brent into the room.

‘Thank you.’

The woman was wearing her night-gown with nothing on underneath and the buttons were undone. Her blond hair was loose over her shoulders and her blue eyes glimmered even in the dark. He brushed past her, touching her breasts with the side of his arm as he went. He went into the bathroom. It smelled of soap. It smelled nice.

Just out of the bath he thought.

He looked around the bathroom. Brent had cleverly gone into every room, over the span of a few months, while nobody was staying in it, and opened up one of the bathroom tiles. He had made a tiny hole in there, in such a place and way that from the bedroom it was unnoticeable, but if peeked through from the bathroom, you could happily look at almost the whole room. He felt the tiles and found his secret tile, then used his Swiss Army Knife to take it off. It wasn’t cemented on like the rest of them. Just stuck in, held into place by the surrounding tiles. Brent stared at the room. The woman was lying on her bed.

Is she going to be stubborn? He thought. I don’t think so. She looks peaceful.

Brent watched her. Brent was lucky. She was lying on her stomach with her eyes closed.

He silently walked out of the bathroom and tiptoed over to the side of the bed. He had done this once before earlier that day. The woman still didn’t notice him, and what was even better is that she was facing the other direction. Brent felt the Swiss Army Knife in his pocket. Of course it would be there.

Here goes… he thought.

He lunged onto the woman. She screamed. And tried to turn over. Brent might have been a small fellow, but he was strong. Very strong. The woman was hopeless in comparison to Brent. Brent turned her onto her back and grabbed her arms, pressing them to the bed. Them he sat on her stomach.

‘W-w-what are you doing?’ the woman exclaimed, half crying.

‘Almost everything, honey. Almost everything,’ Brent replied. He tore off her night-gown.

‘Why are you doing this? Why are you raping me?’ the woman sobbed.

‘Because that’s my job. I’m simply following my instructions,’ Brent replied calmly. Then he let go of her hair and grabbed both her breasts. He squeezed them. The woman tried to throw him off but it was hopeless. Brent smacked her face hard and she gave up. He bent down and bit on the tip of her nipples. He used all his strength and bit down really hard. He could taste blood on his tongue. The woman was screaming softly now. He took out his Swiss Army Knife again and pulled out the hook. It was a small, blunt hook.

‘Don’t look,’ he whispered.

Brent lifted his arm and then plunged the hook into the woman’s eye. She made an ear-splitting howl as blood gushed out of the big hole in her skull. He did the same to her other eye.

‘I’m sorry I had to do this honey,’ Brent said, calmly.

Suddenly, he heard pounding on the door but he didn’t care and neither did he respond in any way.

Then he closed the hook and pulled out the blade. He slowly inserted the blade into one of eye-holes, aiming for the brain. Inside he could hear squelching sounds of her brain being sliced though. He felt in his right pocket that had a large bulge in it, and took out the item that was causing the bulge. A thick wire. He unwound the wire and pushed it down the woman’s throat. She made some final choking noises and then died. Brent continued to shove the wire down her throat until about two feet had been shoved in right down into her stomach, probably even further.

Then he used the knife and slit large openings in her stomach. Brent continued to brutally butcher and slaughter the woman. The bed was covered in blood and so was the floor. When Brent had finished, it was difficult to notice that the several hundreds of red ‘objects’ lying on the bed were once part of a human. He picked up one of the pieces, most probably something out her anatomy, and popped it into his mouth.

‘Mmm…she tastes much better than that fat dickhead,’ Brent complimented, and then began eating the pieces of the woman at random. After eating at least a hundred pieces, he was full. He went into the bathroom, washed up, and left the room. He did not leave a single trace. Thank god  he wore latex gloves.

That’s it man. One man and one woman. Two untimely deaths of unfortunate people. But no more. I must stop. I cannot continue this he thought. He stopped at the door and looked around through the eye-hole. Nobody in sight. Brent opened the door and quietly walked out of the room.