The Educator (dark h.s)

Prologue

Cover by @angelanguyenn

Firstly, I did get most of my inspiration from "Saw" as you probably assume. However, I guarantee you it's gonna grow into its own plot quite soon, enjoy x

Warning! this story contains violence, language, blood and death. Of course the characters have no relation to any real person apart from external appearance. Read at your own risk!

Rachel Wilson awakened chained to a steel panel underneath a pendulum blade. The room itself was dark and murky, she could see nothing but a videotape connected to a small screen. Her body wriggled and twisted in the iron grip of the fetters but there was no use, fighting against iron is like beating your head against the wall. Her ankles stung due to the harsh impact with the cool metal of the chains as it didn't stop rubbing her already sore skin. Even her neck was chained by a strong collar ring which she struggled to take off her with no success. Her screams echoed throughout the creepy room, but no one could hear her, she was alone.

All of a sudden the screen snapped open and a masked figure appeared on it. She must admit, if it weren't for the sick situation she was stuck in, she'd actually laugh at their strange appearance. Of course that wasn't the case and her life was being threatened, she was in no mood for a laugh nor near it.

The mask was a light shade of blue with two crimson strips decorated on each side of its front which reminded her a bit of indians. It had dark long wavy hair, though it was evident that the hair didn't belong to the figure, it was synthetic.

"Hello Rachel, I want to play a game. Right now, you're feeling as hopeless as you and your shit hoe of a husband force upon others. It's on you to keep yourself alive of course. I've been watching your family for quite long and to say I'm disgusted would be an understatement. You steal, you kill, you lie, you bribe, who raised you? Maybe the technicality gave you freedom but you sure as hell don't deserve it. Since our system is screwed I'm honoured to be the one to give you a lesson. Within ten seconds the blade right above you will be dropped far enough to touch your body. And within thirty seconds it'll cut you in half. All you have to do to stop the device is sacrifice your hands- that obviously took a massive part in your evil crimes. Just crush your hands in the presses on your sides and your palms will be brushed to dust, releasing you. Live or die, make your choice." The voice was raspy and deep but Rachel couldn't care less. She cried and kicked the air in both anger and utter fear. A devilish laugh was heard which sent chills down her sore spine and the white depressing clock started ticking.

With a sound of a wooosh the blade started swinging right above her chest as was said, getting closer and closer to her shaky body with each strike. Her body seemed to be paralysed with the shock of the situation as she cried her heart out. 'I'd rather stay alive with no hands than not at all' she thought to herself and pushed her hands to the sides of her body into the sickening machine.

A blood-curdling scream reverberated from the back of her throat as the gear spun slowly on her small hands, starting in small stretches then moving to gashes. Blood was streaming out of the machine in an unbelievingly fast pace as the queasy crimson spilled on the cool floor. Her hands were severely divided out of her body. The pain was horrendously overwhelming when it reached the point that Rachel didn't feel anything anymore. Her vision turned blurry as she lost a huge amount of blood. Unfortunately it was already too late and the blade made its last swing, cutting her body in half, leaving a less handed bloody corpse lying dead on a blood soaked panel.

The mystery curly haired guy peered at the lifeless woman in front of him, she was no doubt the devil itself. If not - her husband surely was. These people had a shit ton of money though they didn't gain it decently, as a matter of fact, they were the most indecent people he had ever come across. They were criminals and he was going to hunt them down one by one, he couldn't care less how ruthless it was. He wished to wipe their misdemeanours out of the word for all good.

"Goodbye Rachel Wilson." He whispered and stepped out of the room, not bothering to bury the deranged lady.

A/N

Thank you so much for reading xx