Darkness

When routine rules, everything proves to be safe. We are almost certain that nothing will go wrong. Nor does it seem that with such austerity a simple thing could get everything out of place. Lack of energy, for example, can turn lives into chaos.

    It was Monday and those who had work were in it, and those who for some reason were at home would like to have the opportunity to be away. The power went out at 6:33 pm. The strong hope of the majority made them think that it would be back soon, but the pessimists already knew that they would spend much of the night in darkness. And among so many ordinary people who claimed the light back, there was someone who felt comfortable when no one could see him. Ezequiel was his name. This person who also had a routine almost identical to everyone, that day decided that would not work. What he did deal with marketing and advertising, and it was too exhausting to overstate qualities and hide defects all the time. But the fact that his life could also be described in this way made the work more welcoming. Today he wanted to give voice to his other self. We don't know if we should value everything that goes on in our minds but this guy would find out.

    Ezequiel was on the couch reading when the light went out. There was no surprise; its inner light had long since left him. The sun, though it had already begun to set, shone some light and still managed to give the peace needed to go to some room and look for the candles or lanterns that would replace the lamps. It was like oxygen that, as much as it seemed to suffocate us for a few moments, gave the illusion that something would come next to replace it and keep us breathing. Ezequiel read during the time that two candles spend to burn. As the character strangled women, his mind reminded him that in his heart these same attitudes inhabited his dreams. It was then that it occurred to him that there is always someone who is forced to go down the street alone regardless of the circumstances. People came back from work at various times and there were also those who studied at night. That was how he realized that his dreams could come true in the present. This time, Ezequiel didn't spend hours on cheap entertainment to get rid of what seemed so abnormal to those around him. For the first time the desire to keep up appearances to himself was overcome by the desire that burned in his soul. Ezequiel hurried to remove the ropes that held a net in the area and the dark sheet of his bed. For the first time the desire to keep up appearances to himself was overcome by the desire that burned in his soul. Ezequiel hurried to remove the ropes that held a net in the area and the dark sheet of his bed. He put them in the car and got out, almost forgetting to close the gate so much was his ambition to possess a life beyond his own that didn't satisfy him. Ezequiel turned off his headlights and wandered the deserted, dark streets that bordered his neighborhood.While searching for a victim, he felt as if it were the hunter's day, as if it were his day. That date would have more connections with you than your own birthday because that was one thing life had asked you before if he wanted to do it. He had never felt that he had control over what was happening, and now he felt that besides being able to govern himself, he would have power over whoever he wanted.

    After 20 minutes that passed slowly but which Ezequiel knew how to prove calmly, without losing his temper, he spotted a long-haired blonde woman getting off a bus. She had a backpack, probably coming back from college or something like this. He turned off the vehicle a few feet before she noticed him, got out of the car and opened the trunk carefully. When she passed him, she was desperate to get home after a tiring day, and the darkness that spread throughout the neighborhood made her want to run. Ezequiel kept behind the car, she looked at the vehicle and saw no one but decided to walk faster. Noiselessly, Ezequiel stepped behind her, covered her mouth, and as she struggled threw her into the trunk. He used a portion of the sheet to put it inside his mouth and in a messy way wrapped the rest around his head where he tied the fabric with one of the ropes turning it into a hood. It was pretty hard since he should have tied his hands first. Unfortunately that thought came only later.She almost broke away from him until finally he managed to tie her hands. He immediately closed the trunk and got into the car. He began to wonder where his fun would be best to start, and decided that going back to his home would be smarter than letting people see his vehicle circling in a lighted place. When he arrived at his residence there was no one on the street. He entered without being seen. He opened the living room door and paced without knowing what to do first. Then, sitting down, he had the idea that it was best to tie her to a chair. He looked for another rope around the house so he could tie his legs. Only after almost 15 minutes did he find it. Then breathing euphorically he took the woman out of the trunk.Now she no longer struggled. Being almost unable to breathe made her pass out. Noticing this, Ezequiel allowed himself a smile. It was easy to tie her to the chair and he could still remove the makeshift hood and put a sock instead of the sheet in her mouth, then he just covered her mouth with duct tape that he had not thought of taking on your ride. Now it seemed that everything was much brighter, despite the candlelight that he lit squirm itself as if it knew what would happen and didn't want to be part of it. Ezequiel sat on the floor in front of the girl and waited for her to wake up. Did not take too long. He tasted each moment as if it were expensive wine, and as soon as her eyes opened it seemed like a new life was beginning. He was the butterfly coming out of the cocoon. And that woman who as soon as she realized how she was, she showed fear through her eyes, was his food. As a caterpillar he fed like the other insects in this world, now he wanted the sweet taste of flowers. He stood and smelled the scent emanating from that youthful skin. He felt old despite being twenty-five because this girl was a few years younger and her lack of life experience exuded through her pores smelling of roses. The scent intoxicated him. He was taken by the lust. He touched every still-dressed body part that tensed in vain. Every inch gave it a different feel. He had already had a significant amount of women and on no occasion did they make him to have so much pleasure. Even if the others gave in completely and tried to show all their vulgar talent, none had the appeal of fear. Feeling that you are the only person with rights to that act dismisses lengthy foreplay because he was already excited to the max. He wanted to strangle her, wanted to feel the same way the character had felt by taking lives for himself. Yet he wanted this moment to last, for his pleasure to be more than an orgasm lasting a few seconds. Then with the help of scissors he took off all of the young woman's clothes without having to untie her. When he was done he took his cell phone and started taking pictures. As he did so, he realized how pointless it was to think that he needed someone else's attitude to make him feel pleasure. He didn't need anyone to touch him, not even himself. His eyes were his new sexual organ. One had only to look at his work and feel his heart beating faster while the world was silent. To end its inspiring and enlightening moment the candle went out. Ezequiel lit another candle that hissed more than another and, to clarify that it was no use not want to participate, used the melting wax to drip it on various points of his victim's body. The first thing he saw happening was her body shivering. It seemed impossible to feel more pleasure but this happened when he knew that even not wanting our body responds to everything that touches it. He even considered the possibility of her feeling the same as him when she began to cry. So instead of stopping, Ezekiel lit another candle and with both hands poured the hot liquid over the tanned skin that was now almost all white with wax. The next entertainment that, while cheap, pleased him more than a TV or a beer, was to remove the dried pieces of wax. He spent almost 1 hour taking everything out. He was not in a hurry and was delighted when his hand finally touched the bare skin that was now red. Then Ezekiel remembered that there was a lot of blood flowing there and that if he only strangled her, he would not have a chance to see its texture and color that differed from person to person. He even wondered what flavor it would taste.Then he looked for some old sheets and put them around and under the chair. Folded they offered a thick layer that would prevent the blood he wanted to see from staining the floor. And with the same sharp scissors, began his torture session. He cut her ears to the level the scissors allowed him, tried to cut her fingers, tore off her eyelids, who refused to watch that, her nipples, and the tip of her nose. He see the blood trickling down that body and he could hardly contain himself with excitement, licked the blood down her belly, and let out a moan that he hoped had been stuffy out by the walls. Then the light came back. There was no surprise either because somehow his life had been illuminated and he felt good to see exactly what he was seeing through the shadows the candle created. With so much light around, the blood shone and even the tears were more transparent, more charming. Ezequiel knew that the time to leave the spell had come. He took more pictures and without taking his eyes off his victim, he strangled her with his hands. He was not very strong, as his colleagues said, he always heard that he should work out, but at that moment his strength was remarkable. The girl's neck was soon purple and her eyes soon lost focus, she was now looking into herself. Just like Ezekiel who finally saw his soul that was not visible before the mirror. Now it was necessary to get rid of what offered him good times. Life is like that, nothing good lasts long. No one had seen him do anything so he wouldn't be a suspect. His home seemed like the perfect place to get rid of her body. The dawn had been stalking them for some time, and though the energy had returned, everyone was asleep, exhausted by the wait. To conclude his show in a theatrical and dignified manner, Ezequiel wrapped the girl in the blood-soaked sheets and, along with her belongings in which he didn't make a fuss, spilled alcohol and sparked flames with candles. The smell was nothing like roses now, it might even be suspicious. However his neighbors were under the effect of sleep; that darkness that we accept and that protects us from reality. It would protect him too.

    When what was left of his night were ashes, he took a shower and made sure there was no hair in the trunk and no blood in the room. After that, he returned to the dark of dreams. His inner darkness would be safe, and within hours, when he got back to work, everyone would see his exaggerated qualities that hid the defects that made him lose a day's work like any ordinary human being.