Got another story to share with you today. This one is older, and quite interesting. Of course, it's horror fiction, but I would call it quiet horror. It's not bloody or gross, but definitely disturbing and weird. I had a lot of fun when I wrote this story. I pictured a man who is hell-bent on a disturbing mission. How many rubber bands does it really take to crush someone's skull? A disturbing question for sure, but one he is willing to work on finding out the answer to. So, maybe go hide the rubber bands, and check out this weird story of mine. Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy.
Rubber Band Man
By Matthew R. Taylor
The snap of the rubber band made her let out another moan. At least he thought it had been a moan. It was hard to tell with the thick piece of duct tape covering her mouth. It could have been a moan, a wail, or hell even a plead for mercy. How was he supposed to know with her mouth taped shut. He could peel the tape away and find out. Of course he could. Would he? Hell no he wouldn’t. He’d done that one before. Ended up having to quickly re-tape the persons mouth because of the loud shrieking that came flooding out. No way. He wasn’t doing that again. He wasn’t making that mistake twice. No, he’d assume she had been moaning, and leave it at that. It was better that way. Just because she was moaning didn’t mean she was in pain either. What an interesting thought. Maybe she had been moaning because she wanted him. Of course he didn’t see how that was possible, he’d taped her eyes shut as well. But, maybe, just maybe this woman desired him. Longed for him. Lusted after him. He knew it was probably bullshit. Just his mind twisting and turning things like it always did. But it got him excited. It gave him hope. Which was dumb he knew, but he let the hope fill him anyway. And justice quickly, he crushed the hope he felt filling him up inside. There was no way this woman wanted him. He knew that from the second he had laid eyes on her. He’d known it the second she’d saw him. From her first scream, to all of the tears while he tied her up. No, she certainly did not want him. Understanding made his excitement turn to anger. Of course she didn’t want him, no one fucking did.
He didn’t like hurting people. He didn’t like causing anyone pain. But he knew he had to do what he was doing. It was his calling. It was what made him human after all. If he didn’t do it, then what the hell was he? Not human, he knew. No, something far less than that. More like an animal. But that wasn’t him. He was no animal. He did what he knew he had to do, despite the pain it caused others. Because in the end, it was all he had.
Thinking deeply on things always gave him headaches. He tried not to do it often. Thinking about this woman lusting after him, everything he could do for her, made his head throb even harder. But, it wasn’t to be. He knew it. It hurt, but he knew it. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head, and massaged his temples with his fingers. Pushing the thoughts of her aside he willed the headache to lessen. A moment later, he felt better, and reached for another rubber band. Time to get back to work, he thought. Stretching it wide he placed it around her skull, on the growing pile that was already there. Three hundred twenty four, now three hundred twenty five to be exact. Snapping it in place, he stepped back and admired his work. She was beautiful, despite the thick pieces of tape covering her eyes and mouth, and the thick crown of rubber bands covering her skull. A true work of art. His art in fact. A smile played at his lips while he stared at her. Truly beautiful he thought. Another moan escaped from her. And the smile turned into a frown. She should be appreciating what he was doing for her, he thought. Her pain and agony was just temporary. Soon she’d be dead, and her beauty that he had created would live on. True, only in the scrapbook he kept for himself, but nonetheless, her beauty would live on .
Grabbing his digital camera off the table next to the chair she sat in, he snapped a photo of her. He wasn’t sure how many more rubber bands it would take. Each person was different. Each person could stand a little more or a little less. After all, we were all different. How much could she take? A smile played at his lips again as he thought about it. He wasn’t sure how many more rubber bands it would take to crush her skull and kill her, but he was excited to find out. Four hundred and fifty one was the highest number he’d ever gotten to. Would she be the first one to break that record? Only time would tell.
“Let’s find out what your number is sweetheart,” he said. Another moan issuing from her taped mouth. Smiling once again, he stepped back to the little table beside her chair and picked up another thick rubber band. He didn’t know how much more she could take. But he was excited to find out.
wow this was terrifying!