Hadnan Kadere

[Adrian Harrowell]

*Faint knock on a old rotten door

"Do come in dear" a deep voice replied inside the room.

As she entered the dimly lit room her face constricted into disgust as smells of urine, sweat, and other foul odours reached her nostrils. Sitting across the small room sat a man with his legs crossed, a single candle by the table next to him was the only light present. Squinting her eyes to get a better look at her..customer she managed to maintain a straight face and spoke the words,

"Hello handsome! I heard you wanted some company for the evening?"

"Do have a seat on the bed", the man answered coldly.

The young girl did as was asked and knew that this would not be a pleasant encounter as she quickly decided that this man in front of her was of the more kinky and depraved customers. As she sat down on the old mattress, the man spoke again.

"What is your name child?"

"What do you want it to be?!" she answered with professional lightness.

"Your name...." the voice insisted once more.

"Anna-Marie", the girl answered nervously and silently.

"Lovely name...yes...lovely..." the man said as he stood up and paced over to the bed beside her.

As he sat next to the young girl, she finally managed to get a better look at him, and her eyes could not mask the disgust and revolt of what or who was sitting beside her.

"What stories have you heard o' the Darkness child? Some call it the Void. Where no lies are told, only truths."

The young girl giggled nervously and could only manage a shrug as she looked at him uneasily.

The man smiled coldly and leaned in to whisper into her ear,
"You are about to experience true freedom from all the constraints of this world child, are you ready?"

The girl took this as her cue and began to undress in front of the man, whom only looked on without expression or any real desire in his eyes.

That night in the brothel of Britain, the screams and cries of that young girl were heard throughout the night, though this was deemed not necessarily unheard of given the strange customers that frequented that particular establishment.

What was found strange was when the girl was found the next day. Her eyes had been removed, and so had all of her fingers and tongue. Her breasts had been savagely bitten, and savage cuts were found all over her body. She sat there rocking back and forth on the stool, sobbing without eyes and mouthing without words, breaking into frantic feverish screams whenever someone approached or touched her. On the walls of the room, a bloody message was written upon the walls over the girl in the stool. "We Have Shown Her the Way, Rejoice".

Of the man, nobody knew much of him, except that he peddled occasionally through Britain selling some wares, and was not seen again in Britain.