Stan: Chapter Nineteen

Morris woke up. Her eyes taking a little time to adjust to the light. The room was large. The walls and floor seemed to be made from aluminium. The lights from the ceiling reflecting on every surface. It made it hard for her to focus.
She couldn't remember how she got here. She remembered vaguely being in a forest, with Anderson. They had found a girl. Anderson to her to stay with the girl and he had run off.
She remembered giving the girl on the forest floor CPR. But that was it. She couldn't remember anything else up to this moment.
Her head hurt. It felt like she had been drinking heavily the night before. Her brain was confused and fuzzy.
She reached up to rub her head. Her arm moved a little, but it seemed to be being held. She looked down. Around her wrists were leather straps, attached to them was a steel chain tied to the wall. She pulled at it, it went tight but wouldn't give.

"What the fuck?" she asked herself.

Panic started to grip her. She looked down. For the first time she noticed her clothes had been removed. The metal floor under her feet cold to the touch. Around her ankles, the same leather straps and chains. Again attached to the wall.
She used her entire body weight against the chains. But it was no good they held fast.
Her breathing had increased. The panic taking over. She glanced around the room, hoping to find something to loosen the chains.
There were two metal tables in front of her, about fifteen feet away. To the side of each table lay an arrangement of power tools, blades and needles. Each table had its own lighting setup. The only other thing in the room was the door on the opposite side of the room.

"Where am I?" she said to herself. "HELLO? HELLO! IS ANYONE THERE?" she shout to no reply. Her voice bouncing off of the walls creating an echo. All she could hear was the buzz from the strip lights above.
She tried to wriggle out of the leather straps around her wrists, but they were tight. She couldn't slip out. Thrashing senselessly against her bonds she tried again. Every muscle in her body either pulling or pushing. Nothing gave.
She was out of breath now. Panting heavily. Her hair, normally tied back, dangling in front of her eyes. Tears of fear and panic welling in her eyes.
Her wrists and ankles had started to hurt. The straps holding tight. Not cutting into her skin, but holding tight, restricting her movement.
She could hear something. Footsteps. Outside the room, on the other side of the aluminium wall.

"HELLO?" she shouted again. "SOMEBODY! HELP!"

She watched the metal door. Slowly the door handle turned, and just as slowly the door opened.
Her heart rate increased. Standing in the door way, leaning against the door frame, stood the man she and Anderson had been hunting down. Stanley Crippen.
He stood there, arms folded, shaking his head.

"Don't waste your energy shouting. You can't be heard." she sneered at her, smiling an evil smile.

The panic and fear had now been replaced. Pure anger was now in its place. Morris thrashes at the chains again.

"You!" she said to him through gritted teeth. "I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

Stan laughed. "Do you really think your in any position to be threatening me?" he asked. Laughing again.

He pushed off the door frame and disappeared from sight. Morris screaming behind him. He returned with a body over his shoulder.
Morris breathed heavily. Watching him. He stood beside the closest metal table and laid the body out on its back on the table.
The body was of a young girl. No more the sixteen years old. She was clothed in jeans and a sweat shirt. Her dark long hair hanging over the side of the table. Morris noticed that that her fringe had been cut off, and part of her hairline had been shaved.
Stan looked at Morris, smiling and raising his finger to his lips. He turned and walked out of the door again. Returning shortly with another. Again the girl seemed to be no more then sixteen, dressed in a short dress. Her bobbed blonde hair had been shaven the same as the first. Stan took his time, arranging the body neatly on the table.
He reached under the metal table and pulled out a large leather strap.

"Don't worry officer." he told her. "Neither have been harmed...yet. They are just asleep."

He walked over to Morris. Again she struggled against the bonds holding her. Stan pressed a button on the wall beside her. The chains suddenly went tight, pulling her body flat against the wall. She couldn't move any of her limbs. He tried to reach behind her head, but she started shaking her head so he could reach around.

"If you stay still, I can do this quicker." he told her.

She stopped shaking her head for a moment, and spat defiantly in his face. Stan just smiled, wiping the spit from his face. Suddenly he threw a fist deep into her stomach. Her head sank down with pain.

"That's better!" be told her in a sweet voice. "I'm afraid, although I want to share the experience with you, I'm going to need you to be quiet for a while."

He tied the leather strap around her neck, using it as a gag. He tied it as tight as he could. He walked back to the first body on the table.

"I found these two at a local shopping mall. They thought I was offering to sell them pot. But once side my truck I offered them both a beer. They took it. Trying to out do one another in a drinking contest to see who could drink it the quickest. They didn't know I had laced both bottles with Rohypnol. They should be out for another couple of hours on the dose I gave them." he told her, smiling all the time. "You see officer. I want to share an experiment with you. Jeffrey Dahmer had a theory that his victims could be turned into living, walking, sex-zombies. The idea excites me, so I thought we could try it."

Morris couldn't believe what she was hearing. Surely he wasn't serious. He was.
He picked up a power drill from the small table beside the body. He checked it was working, ensuring the bit in the drill was spinning in the correct direction. He looked again at Morris briefly, smiling in her direction.
Morris tried to shout stop, but all that came was muffled from the leather strap around her mouth.
Stan lowered the spinning drill to the bodies forehead. Morris could see the skin break under the drill bit. Blood spinning around it as Stan gently pushed into the flesh and bone. The sound was like a dentist's drill digging into a diseased tooth.
He felt the drill pierce the skull. Switching it into reverse he pulled it clear. Reaching back to the small table he picked up a syringe.

"For this one, I am going to try hydrochloric acid injected into her frontal lobe area. In theory it should eat away at the brain, basically removing the patients free will." Stan told Morris.

He inserted the needle deep into the front of the girls brain. Pushing down on the plunger, Morris could see the clear fluid emptying into her skull.
Tears began to stream down Morris's face. The girl on the metal table seemed to be having a fit. Stan was standing back. Watching on. The girl began to foam at the mouth. Morris could see her choking on her own vomit. Morris thrashed as hard as she could. Trying to break free, trying to save the life of the girl on the table. But it was too late. The girl lay still again. Even from her distance Morris could see that her chest was no longer rising. She wasn't breathing anymore.

"I guess hydrochloric acid is a no no." Stan said out loud.

He reached for the table again. This time lifting a scalpel up. He etched the number twenty five into the girls bloody forehead.

"Moving on." he said matter-of-fact. Walking over to the second table.

Morris couldn't believe what she was witnessing. How he had killed one person and just moved onto the next as if nothing had happened.
He picked up another drill. Placing it to the second girls temple. It began to spin. Again the flesh span beneath the drill bit. The bit tearing into her. The skull gave and Stan removed the drill.

"In this one, we have boiling water. I thought the hydrochloric acid would be a little strong. After all, acid plus brain tissue equals a big fucking mess." he smiled again, sickly sweet.

Inserting the syringe into the girls brain tissue, and squeezing the water out of the needle.
There was no reaction. Nothing. The girl just lay there as she had done.
Morris was relieved. Stan watched. As if he was waiting for something. But it never came.

"Mmmm." he muttered. "I guess we will just have to wait to see what happens when she wakes."

He put the syringe down on the table and walked slowly over to Morris. Pressing the button on the wall the chains again went slack. Morris sank to the floor. The energy had been taken from her. From watching this monster perform on these young girls, to the struggling with her chains earlier. She had none left.
She sank to her knees. Breathing deeply. Looking away from the tables in front of her and the mad man to the right.

"I guess we are just going to have to make our own fun until then." he told Morris. He reached into his back pocket. He withdrew a scalpel, placing it between his teeth, me managed a toothy smile.
Morris's eyes became wide with fear at the sight of the blade. She wanted to struggle again but her limbs were betraying her.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. At least not yet." Stan told her in a comforting tone. "No. It's play time now!"

He started to take off his shirt and loosen his jeans. Morris just turned away.