IT’S CHRISTMAS
LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEART… THE VERY NEXT DAY.. YOU ATE IT AWAY…
BEFORE+AFTER
The victim was helpless, he was tied to the work table with barbed wire, one acoss his shoulders, which cuts into his biceps and pectorals, one across his forearms and abdomen, one across his hipbones and pubic bone, one across his thighs, and another acoss his ankles. Lestat nailed the wire from one end of the table to the other side. The final barbed wire he prepared, was nailed and placed vertically on the body of the victim, it cuts from the tip of his head, through his nose, lips, collarbone, abdomen, penis, down to his soles. The victim whimpered in pain, as the piercing barbed wire cuts his flesh, oozing crimson blood onto his terribly fair skin. The victim’s tender lips were bleeding profusely, his nose was taking the pressure of the tight barbed wire and beginning to split slowly and painfully into two sides.
Lestat’s canvas was ready, he allowed his victim to indulge in the pain, as he prepared his other tools. Lestat brought out his electric sander, and started with the victim’s right foot. Lestat sanded the layer of the skin off, then the very top part of the muscles off. Being terribly careful, Lestat ensured that no blood were to stain the rest of the body. He was careful not to sand any of the bones off, he wanted to show the vibrant redness of the victim’s muscles and traces of the bones. Lestat used a sandpaper to work on the individual toes. First, he removed all the toenails on the right foot, then sanded the tarsals of each individual toes. The victim screamed in pain, the louder he screamed, the tenser his muscles got, and the more pain he experienced. “Now, now, it will only hurt more if you scream… is that what you want? More pain?”, Lestat spoked gently to the victim. The latter could not answer, his eyes teared from the intensity of the pain. “Well? I can’t hear you… Is that what you want? More pain? I don’t have all day to wait for your answer. I will take it as silence….. means…… consent.” The victim screeched in protest. Lestat ignored and continued.
Lestat moved on to the victim’s left lower leg portion between the two barbed wire, the shin, calf, and knee. He sanded the shin gently and slowly with the electric sander, ensuring not to disfigure the shin bone (tibia), and knee cap (patella) then continued with the muscles. By now, the victim was suffering excruciating pain, and was gasping for oxygen to try to relieve the pain, but clearing it didn’t make any difference.
Lestat smirked at the victim and moved on to the opposite side of the table. He took the electric sander and sand the thigh muscles on the victim’s right leg, his right testicle, and right hip bone. At this point, the victim had already passed out. He might have died of pain, or shock; but Lestat didn’t care less, he said, “Peace, at last.”
Lestat continued sanding with the victim’s left abdomen and forearm, then with the victim’s right pectoral and bicep, then with the victim’s left side of the neck and the rest of his face.
Once Lestat had completed with sanding the alternate sides of the victim’s body, he took out the liquid suction to remove excess blood from the body. He unscrewed the legs on the tables and transported the body (which is now just attached with barbed wires on a plank of wood), onto a podium set at knee height.
The untouched part of the body was left to decomposed naturally, while the other half of the body was left to be dried. Lestat looked his creation of contrast and admired the crimson red of the exposed flesh, and the bleached skin of the victim.
Throat Deep
Admiring a painting, the victim stood still in front of the painting.
Quietly and steadily, Lestat grabbed the victim from the back. The latter struggled for breath as Lestat’s strong arms gripped the neck and delayed his pulse. Lestat took out a sharp and rusty fruit knife from his back pocket, and release his grip on the victim. The latter grasped and tried to catch his breath, but it was too late. Lestat gracefully slit the front part of the victim’s throat, the blood vessels burst and his blood spatter across the painting. “Remarkable”, Lestat whispered under his breath as he admired his new addition to the painting. He looked at the painting, then at his victim then back at the painting, still supporting the victim in his arms. Lestat looked at the fresh wound which he made on the victim. It was only the front part of the throat. The victim shook and whimpered.
Following that, Lestat sticked his right hand into the wound. He seemed to be finding for something. Finally, he dug his fingers deeper and found what he needed to complete the vitcims’ death.
Lestat found it, it was his sternocleidomastoid. Lestat took the bulk of the muscle, pinch it with his fingers, gripped it tightly and pulled the muscle off its attachment. The collar bone made a ‘pop’ sound. The muscle have came off, dangling from the top of the neck. Lestat repeated the same procedure to the sternocleidomastoid on the other side of the victim’s neck. With the two muscles hanging from the neck, Lestat shed them into pieces and and forcefully stuffed them into the victim’s eyes, and nostrils.
Lestat reached his entire hand into the throat, and finds the cervical spine. When he had trouble reaching deeper, he cut the muscles and arteries to clear his way. He reached towards the back of the neck, and found the 5th and 4th cervical spinal vertebra. Lestat calmly holds the bony stucture in his hand, and tried to snap the ligaments that attached both vertebra. The vertebra became lose, but the spinal cord was still strongly attached within the vertebra.
Lestat took his hand out from the neck, he had an idea. He removed as much of the muscles attachment in the front of the neck, to create space. Once the neck allowed ample space for him, he reached for the two vertebra again. This time, he pulled both vertebra and the spinal cord towards the cut in the throat, resulting the weight of the skull to fall backwards. Once the 2 vertebra and the spinal cord reached its maximum distance from the pulling, Lestat secured the position with his blade anchoring down into the depth of his neck.
He was partly finished, he brought the victim out into the open, and waited for the rain. Lestat needed the acid rain to increase the formation of rust on the knife.
It was a prolonged assignment, but the results were rewarding, he thought…
For the Flower Child Who Loved the Sky and Earth
The victim lay unconscious on a huge canvas. He named her ‘Flower Child’, she was barely 18. Her palms and soles were painted with white enamel. Lestat gently use the razor to slice the very top layer of skin off, leaving the fresh, pink cellular level of skin exposed to the sun. The sun is hot, sweat glands begin to appear on her uncut skin. He gently wipes her perspiration away, he didn’t like rust on his razor to form (not for now). After 3 hours, he managed to remove the anterior top layer of skin from her head to her pubic, leaving her limbs untouched. He left the remnants on the pouch, drying in the sun. He took up a blue flame burner, carefully scalded her pink flesh, he thought that the blue flame illuminated her pink, he smiled. The pink flesh shrunk and crinkled under the flame, as it begin to changed into a light beige. He didn’t want her to be cooked. Shortly, once the body is cooled off, he lightly painted a layer of white enamel.
He continued with random Daisies tattoos in monotones, filling her soles and palms. It was tedious, but he knows it was worthwhile. The remnants’ blood were almost soaked up by the sun by the time he completed with the tattooing. He approached them, and begin piecing them together, joining them with a fine aluminium wire. Light and shiny, he thought. He stitched the remnants and once he has completed, he carefully cut off an inch off the perimeter. He was focused and he knew exactly what he wanted from the victim.
He pondered, how was he going to put the sewn skin back on her, he did not want to ruin her body, neither does he want to make it amatuer. Eventually he resolved to using strong industrious adhesive on her skin, and lay it back on to her. He started mounting it at her breasts, he thought that the contours were the most challenging. He gently and carefully placed the skin back to where it was before, leaving an inch border of white enamel.
He firmly moved her arms, and placed her palms facing the sky. He has completed his first work of art.
He brought her canvas to an ultraviolet room, the white border of her body illuminated, the aluminium threading glittered. He placed her at a 60 degrees angle in the gallery, her palms facing the ceiling, and her soles facing the ground.
Lestat named it:
“For the Flower Child Who Loved the Sky and Earth”
