I saw her enter the inn, very distinct to the others with her skin tone and dress. Oddisa, that's what the boss called her anyway. I went to talk to her, offered her a drink, got to taking. All pretty easy to do, people may find me annoying but they also find me harmless. We talked of Dale, and the toys she'd collected there, offered to show me them, the perfect opportunity I reckoned.
I went with her, used the rag and bottle to put her to sleep, all easy enough to do, see when they realize the truth, it's too late. I tied her to the chair, not easy being my size but I did it anyway. I left and returned with my bag, by this time she was awake, still arrogant, still, confident. I lay out the jars of my trade and explained to her what was happening. She'd sent a letter to the watch, betraying the Network, and now she was going to pay. I wanted to her what she would say, so before I started I asked her. She lied. So I took the first jar, chillies, ground up. I put on my gloves and poured them into my hand, and rubbed them into her eyes. The cries of pain meant I was doing my job right, always a good sign.
Next was sand, I asked her again and she admitted it. I asked her what she wrote, she didn't give me a straight answer, and so I rubbed sand into her eyes. There was blood this time, more shouts, more pain, all very good. I'd lie if I said I didn't enjoy my work, knowing that she would be made free for it.
Next was limestone. I asked her now if she told them the bosses name, I knew the answers to this, but I suppose it's nice to hear what others say. She tod me no. She told me the truth. I rubbed the limestone into her eyes. She betrayed us, I was going to do this regardless of what she said. Now she screamed, really screamed. There is something in this limestone that reacts with the eyes, I'm not sure what, need to run more tests. It fizzes as it burns her sight away.
Next was the spoon, I didn't need to do this one, I could see she was broken. If she could have she probably would have cried. She asked what I wanted, but that itself was not it. I plunged the spoon into her eye, cutting it in half like a grape. Again the screams, again the satisfaction. I do good work when I want.
She begged me to stop, told me she couldn't go one. She was right of course, even if she could, she'd only have one eye at best. I tried to calm her, stoked her forehead and told her it was all over now. I reached into the bag, removed the spike. I soothed her again, then I killed her. I plunged the spike into her throat, only for a moment mind. I pulled her head back and watched the blood soak the floor, listened to her choke on it, until she choked no more. Oddisa was dead.
When the blood stopped, I looked at my handiwork. Very nice, very well done. But I was not done yet. I took her palm and carved the eye of the Network into it, an irony I did not miss. Next I curled her other hand around the spoon, a memento of our fond time together. Finally, the sign. A leather hide was removed from the bag, and I wrote the words on in with her blood. I chuckled as I read it back, I'm always one for a joke see. 'I betrayed the Network and have now seen the errors of my way.' Seen, SEEN. Ah sometimes I'm hilarious. I packed up and left her there, a testiment to what I do best, spread a little chaos and madness every so often.
