To Become a Tortured Soul, Raped and Horrifically Murdered

Date: 4/25/2020

All over the tv and internet was news abt a young woman who had been found dead. She had been raped and brutally murdered, all bones in her body broken. She also had been either tattooed or written on every inch of her body. Small black lettering was now all you wd see if you were to look at her face, as opposed to seeing a young a blue eyed blonde haired attractive girl. I don't recall how the sequence of events occured up to this point, but I had now been taken by this same raping murderer that taken the blonde. His name was Gurkhan. He took me to a small crappy hotel room. The light bulbs inside were all green, giving everything within a green tint. He had supplied the room with teddy bears and snacks and whatnot, almost as though he was trying to make me somewhat comfortable at first. When we arrived at the hotel, he left me in the room alone, claiming he had one more thing to take care before he and I "got down to business", more or less. He left me free of any sort of shackles or chains, and even left me with the key to the room. It was like some weird sort of trust game he was playing with me. And to be honest, I felt a little bit bad betraying that trust. But not bad enough, bc as soon as he was gone, I left the room. I got out of the room and had to go around the corner to the left, a few blocks down to get back home. I turned the dark corner, for a minute àctually feeling bad for leaving when this guy trusted me to stay. But the thought didn't linger, and I made it home. I ran up to the second story of mine and my significant others apartment complex to our apartment and made it inside. I immediately locked the door (both knob and chain) and then locked the windows and closed the curtains. As I closed the curtains I had a thought - I usually left these curtains open at all times. I had almost even forgot there were curtains hanging there at all. Maybe this Gurkhan guy had seen me through my window and that was why he decided to make me his next victim. Maybe if I had simply kept my curtains shut, I wdnt be in this situation. But that didn't matter now, not in this exact moment at least. If I survive, I'll surely never leave my curtains open again, just in case, but right this second, I AM in this situation, and it will take more than merely closing the stupid curtains to save me. Next I ran to each room of the house looking for Al, my s.o. He wasn't there. Neither was our dog, Zombie. He must have taken her out. As soon as I realize I'm alone, I hear Gurkhan. He's walking up the stairs to my apt. I hear every step he takes. He's calling my name... "EVE... IM COMING FOR YOU. IM ALMOST THERE. ARE YOU WAITING FOR ME?!". I ran into the bedroom and locked that door. I'm so scared my legs are weak and I collapse on the floor. The floor is so cluttered and messy, stuff everywhere. I feel around trying to find my phone so I can call for help. I need to call the cops AND Al! But there is no phone around. It must be in the other room. DAMN IT!!! There's no phone, but I do see a gun. Im not thinking clearly through the fear and I can't remember if it's an actual gun or just a realistic looking beebee gun. But it's all I have at my disposal at the moment, so I grab it. Gurkhan has already made it into the apt. He's now at my bedroom door. My bedroom door is thrown open. He's in the doorway talking abt what he's going to do to me. I ask him why he can't just have his fun, have his way with me, do whatever he wants and then just leave me be, but leave me alive. He says, "I can't do that. Killing you is part of the ritual. You're a sacrifice. I have to make sure every single bone in your body is broken and you're dead". He said it so casually, so nonchalantly as if I had asked him why we were having pork for dinner instead of chicken. He starts walking towards me. I hold the gun up and aim it at him. He isn't fazed in the slightest. I can't bluff my way out of this. I have to pull the trigger and hope & pray that it's a real gun. Triggered pulled, but my prayers had gone unanswered. Tiny colorful beebee's hit him in the chest. He doesn't react at all. It was if I had done nothing. He doesn't even blink at the beebee's hitting him. It is at this point that I see the girl behind him. His last victim. The long haired blonde. She's stuck with him. Her spirit is tethered to him due to the violence of her departing. I scream out her name, a last ditch effort for help. She says to me, "I was once like you. But I can't help you". The small smile on her face is malicious, as though she's happy to see someone else going through what she herself had to endure, though the smile is difficult to see beyond all the black writing covering her entire face. It's too small and I don't have time to focus to make out what it says. Gurkhan is practically on top of me now. I think to myself, "Is this my fate?! Am I to be an angry spirit, forever tethered to the man who is about to take my life?! Are her and I to walk with him, collecting more and more souls until the time that he himself dies?!" I also wonder if this man is going to kill me BEFORE he begins breaking all of my bones. I would obviously prefer this, as I don't want to suffer anymore than I have to. I wonder if he'll kill me before he rapes me. For some reason, I really don't think he will. Im pretty sure he wants me alive for that part of it. A corpse isn't as pleasurable to have sex with as a warm body is, I'm sure, and he wants to have his fun, as he said to me earlier, before he sacrifices me. My last hope, my last prayer, is that Al will return home before this guy finishes having his way with me. That is my last chance for being saved. All these thoughts going through my head simultaneously as I wake up.