basement

His hands were red.  The metallic, coppery smell still hung in the air.  It was messy but he still had a lot of time left, with her.  He grinned to himself as he headed towards the kitchen and helped himself to a cold beer.  A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he imagined what lay in  store for the woman in the basement, over the next few days.

**

He was forced to keep her in the confines of the basement because that was the only place in the whole house which was soundproofed.  “For the kind of things I imagine, I need a soundproof room” he reflected, his face, a rictus.  He had left his collection of tools in the basement.  They were messy too – covered in splotches of red but they had satisfied him today.   He had had to use the drill on her too today.  “Noisy but beautifully effective” he mused, grinning, as his thought fleetingly flitted to the woman, who lay in the basement, without some bits of her torso.
**
His phone buzzed.
**

“The museum has brought the deadline forward,” the message from his agent said.  “They need the sculpture by the weekend”.

**

**This micro fiction in its unedited form was published earlier in http://tiny-tidbits.blogspot.hk/

Gauri dons many hats. Of  a wife, a mom, a teacher and more.  Apart from working as a full time English teacher  in Hong Kong, she also raises and nurtures two children.  Her family means the world to her and life is a happy roller coaster ride. She blogs at http://tiny-tidbits.blogspot.hk/.  Originally intended as a means to preserve memories for posterity, Tiny Tidbits now plays host to a wide range of issues, thoughts, musings, raves and rants. 

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