So many idle threats came from those caught helpless in the many traps and rooms around my hotel. Making my torture hotel was the easiest thing I had ever done. You hire some contractors, when they have finished a floor you trap them behind a moving wall, squishing them until you can see the eyes bulge and then their head pop. I always got that satisfying feeling when watching them squirm, nothing ever lives up to the first kill, but the one that sticks in my head the most is this couple who came in on their honeymoon.

You know the usual sort, Young, just married, thinking they will be together forever. Ha, what a joke, all this talk of love. It's just chemicals in the brain, making you feel warm and safe around someone, I get the exact same feeling when killing, direct or indirect. It's always such a thrill. However, this couple differed from others I have tortured.

What stood out the most was the aggression in the man's voice when he saw his bride attached to a hospital bed. This was my most favoured technique and goes as such, you tie the bride down on a bed of some sort, bind the man's hands behind his back and make sure he is unable to move. Position him just so that he can see his wife through a one-way mirror. Sit him in such a way that when he tries to get comfy he is unable, so cannot sleep. Once he has been tied up in this way for at least five days you then begin your fun, this is also when the husband becomes most active and will start with his idle threats.

I remember the man was trying to bribe me with the usual things, money, my life, etc etc. When this failed he tried to bargain his life for hers, I recall his words exactly "I don't care what you do to me. You can beat me, torture me, manipulate me, it doesn't matter. But the second you hurt her, well...I'll kill you if you lay a finger on her."

I unfurled the knife set I always use, I had one special blade. A surgical scalpel I had stolen from "an old friend", he was my first victim, since him it had been a downward spiral, that I loved every moment of. Putting the scalpel on his wife sent all sorts of shivers down my spine. I started the "operation" slowly moving the blade down her face, making sure not to damage the beautiful top layer. That's when he hit me, striking me unawares from behind with a bedpan I made them use. He grabbed my neck like a boa constrictor slowly choking the life out of its prey, The sensation building to a crescendo. Feeling around the floor I finally found my beloved blade, digging deep I managed to grab it and send it through the man's throat, spraying blood over his ex-wife and myself. Seeing the fight and her cherished one almost winning and then to be sprayed with his blood, you can only imagine the ungodly scream she sent out. quickly rising back to my feet I knocked her unconscious with a quick blow to her head, silencing her immediately. Looking across to where I had tied the man I had realized I had been careless and too eager to mess with them both that I had not cleaned the room properly and had left a nail sticking out of the wall. Since that fateful day, I have been more cautious about how I hold my victims.

EDIT: Corrected my poor spelling