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Rise of the Oprichniki; Tsar Alexander conolidates his new power
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-Tsykinskaya Palace, outside Vladimirsk-

Tsar Alexander had been very busy of lately. His wife was at the Stolyarov Palace, taking care of their son, Nikolay. Alexander had arranged a succesful power take over from the government. Now he had to consolidate that power. The reason that Alexander was not at his enormous Stolyarov palace was because he feared assassination attempts on his life by agents loyal to the democratic government.

From this smaller palace, outside the big capital city, Alexander plotted his next moves. His fellow conspirators and friends frequently visited him. Patriarch Athanasius, Grigori Nevelyev and Konstantin Tsylenko were his most loyal men. These men were some of the most powerful in the empire.

But Alexander didn't want to become to trustfull towards these men. After all, they led secretive agencies such as the Komandy and the ISB. Secret agencies could never be trusted. Never!

Therefore, Alexander invited some of his older friends. Nobility. Men with titles, desperately trying to gain more power and influence. The Tsar sat in his office, together with 11 other nobles. Of course, not just some nobles. Among them were the most power-hungry, sick and most hatefull minds. These men were known that they were willing to kill anyone standing in their way to power and fortune. They abused women whenever they liked, they treat their servants like animals and eliminate the people they don't like.

''Archdukes, Boyars, princes, knyaz'...I have called you great men to assemble with me here. You might have noticed that I, Tsar, have restored some of the Tsarist powers of the past. I hold executive power, my friends will serve the Byar Duma (upper house) - but my power is still limited in the empire. To expand my power even more, I cannot rely on my other 'friends'. The patriarch, the Intelligence agency. No, I need some more...sinister tools to operate with. And you can help me. I know you, and I know you want something in return for helping me. As members of the nobility, I offer you a position in my government. The one who has proven the best service to me, will be appointed by me as my 'Supreme Privy Councillor'. You will become my right hand. What do you think, my noble friends?'' said Tsar Alexander, with his deep male voice that would penetrate once soul and fill it with darkness.

A man, dressed in a fine uniform, stood up. It was the famous Mikhail Besposhchadnyin, a ruthless man from the north of the empire. ''I accept the challenge, your highness. I will not let you down, and prove you my value. Tell me what I have to do to earn that spot at your right.'' replied Mikhail Besposhchadnyin.

The other men rose up from their seats and also promised to prove their value to Alexander. They all wanted to become his right hand, his first man.

Alexander was glad to see his old fellows were prepared to do what it takes to get in power. ''Very well then. You are from now on immune to the law, as long as you serve the interest of the Tsar. In my desk, there is a list. A list that contains names of people. I want them dead. Not only them. I want you to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. Nentsia needs you! Go out, gather yourselves an army and terrorize those who do not subject to my power. You are the reborn Oprichniki's (Russian deathsquads). Let the color black intimidate our enemies again, bear the Dog head insignia with pride - torture and kill as many as needed. Proof me, just like in history, that the Oprichniki are the most loyal brotherhood of the Tsar. From now on, my Tsykinskaya Palace will be the headquarters of the Oprichniki. You sleep here, you perform your rituals here, you bring your kidnapped victims here and you only leave the palace to find new victims. The Oprichnik with the most kills on his name, will become my right hand.

Now here is the list to start with. Off you go, Oprichniki! Put on your black garb and impale the enemy.
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The men did what Alexander said. They put on black garbs. They did a blood ritual in the palace, and left the building to find themselves an army to slaughter those who opposed the Tsar. Most of the men were recruted in prisons, the army and in street gangs. They needed cold-blooded murderers. Mikhail Besposhchadnyin knew the Tsar better than the other Oprichniki. He knew Alexander was a man who enjoyed to strike fear and terror. Alexander enjoyed watching pain. Alexander had a sick mind. It was a mysticist enlightened despot. A narcissist and a man who enjoyed bloody and perverse rituals. Mikhail planned to be the most ruthless man of the Oprichniki, to stand out from the rest. The Tsar would definetely appreciate his cruel approach.
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This story can be experienced as highly disturbing.

The author has based his story on Tsar Ivan the Terrible, Jack the Ripper, Hannibal Lecter and H.H. Holmes.
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Tsar Alexander sat in his office in the Stolyarov palace. His wife was walking in the garden, with his son in her arms. Alexander felt his blood was reaching a boiling point. The Aus'tianans angered him. Nobody could anger him unpunished. But Alexander knew Sha'krios would be the first to go unpunished. Yet flashes of blood, cutting and torture went through his mind. His rage was cropped up by this. He had to punish somebody.

That night, Alexander called one of his Oprichniki. A few men all in a black garb arrived at the back of the palace that night. Alexander had invited them in secrecy.

''I have a task for you. Go out tonight, and kidnap five young women. Bring them unharmed to the Tsykinskaya Palace. Lock them up, I need to let go of my bloodthirsty needs. Can I count on you?''

''Yes, master. Before sunrise, we will have five young souls for you. Shall we prepare the torture tools?''

''Yes. Gather some knifes and cutting tools. Be creative.'' replied Alexander, with darkness covering his face.

''May we have some fun this night as well?'' asked one of the men in black garb. The Tsar thought for a moment. It would be hypocrite not to allow his loyal men to let go of their needs too. ''Very well. Try to find some of those prostitutes or tramps. You may do with them whatever you like.''

That night, the Vladimirsk Metropolitan police reported five kidnapped and missing women. Three prostitutes had been attacked, murdered and brutally mutilated. One of the prostitutes was missing several organs.



The next morning, Alexander got up early. He kissed Ekatarina and his son, and left the palace. He was picked up by a member of the Oprichnik. They were the only ones who he could trust. They were just like him: cold blooded, high ranking homicidal maniacs.

As Alexander arrived at the Tsykinskaya palace (which had now become strictly forbidden territory for outsiders), he was dressed with a black garb. A black garb with the symbol of a dog on it. The dog represented the loyal guardian of the Tsar. Anyone bothering him, would be attacked by the Tsars dogs.

Inside the palace, lights were out. The curtains were closed. Only some candles gave a bit of light. The room was filled with skulls, stolen from graveyards in the past week. In the middle of the room, there was a round table. On it was a young naked woman. Blindfolded. Alexander could see she was scared to death as he looked at her breathing. Fear me he thought.

The Oprichniki gathered in a circle around the table, Alexander was pushed forward. The tsar put on his black gloves and iron mask. The other men began to sing Orthodox Catholic churchial songs. Alexander walked around the table with the woman on it for a while. The woman could hear his foodsteps, but she could not see him as she was blindfolded. Alexander stared at her naked body. That body would soon undergo immense pain.

Alexander walked over to another table. He opened up a suitcase, a beautiful suitcase. It was made of silver, the inside was made of satin. In the suitcase, there were several cutting objects of different shapes and sizes. He decided to begin with the small but notorious scalpel. He walked back to the woman, and took away the bandage that blindfolded her. She looked Alexander in his eyes, but could not recognize him due to the iron mask.

Alexander leaned over so that his mask almost touched the nose of the woman. He could smell, feel her breath now. She was breathing heavily. ''Do you fear me?'' asked Alexander, with a low voice that could penetrate the soul with darkness and horror. The other Oprichniki shivered by hearing the voice of Alexander. A monster he was. The woman began to cry. She tried to beg for her life, but her throat could not produce a voice to speak.

The Oprichniki began to sing louder, deep male voices sang as a churchial choir. Byzantine songs about the holy empire, the holy father of Renatia: the patriarch.

Alexander decided it was time to begin with his ritual torture. With his scalpel he began to remove the hair of the woman's head, including the skin. He skinned the top of her skull. There was not much blood involved, but the woman screamed from pain. Alexander enjoyed that even more.

After that, he walked back to his knife kit. He put the scalpel in a cup of water, the blood colored the water red. Then he took out a much longer knife, with a thin blade.

The woman was crying, screaming and begging at the same time. In one fluid motion, Alexander ripped her stomach open. The blood spilled out, the woman screamed even louder. Alexander enjoyed the screaming now he still could, as the woman would soon pass out and get in shock. With precision, he began to cut out non-vital organs one by one. Intestines, kidneys, a lung and the spleen. The woman passed out. Alexander removed her ovaries. After having removed many organs, Alexander was covered in blood. For the first time since years, he felt alive again. He felt like he had become himself. He was himself. Nobody judged him for who he was, for what he was. It was just Alexander and his prey.

Alexander walked to the end over table, grabbed the head of the half-dead woman and again in one fluid motion, he cut her throat. The blood spilled over Alexander, the table and the floor. After that, Alexander walked back to take out her liver as well. He would eat that later.

Carefully, Alexander put the knife in a bucket with water. He removed his gloves. ''Prepare the woman to be served as diner for my family tonight.'' he said, and left the room. He was going to take a shower and head back to his family in the Stolyarov palace. Tonight they would eat human flesh, prepared by Alexander´s hands.

The other 4 kidnapped women were kept imprisoned in the dungeons of the Tsykinskaya palace.
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That evening, Ekatarina was surprised. She enjoyed the dinner more than she had expected. ''What is that meat, they have served? I want to know what it is. It tasted really good today.''
Alexander knew, that no waiter or cook in the entire palace could tell her what it exactly was. Alexander told his Oprichniki not to tell what kind of meat it was. The type of meat belonged to a rare type of chimps, said the cook. But he did not know much more about it. Alexander laughed his ass off as he looked at the face of Ekatarina when she heard it was monkey meat.

That night, Alexander had the best sex ever with his wife. His murder had released the beast inside him, at every aspect of his life. It worked like cocaine.

The media kept reporting about the five women who went missing on the same night. Some theorists linked the killing spree of that night, in which three prostitutes were killed and mutilated, to the kidnappings of the five other women.
The police claimed it wasn't that easy. The prostitutes were not the same ''type of victim'', the modus operandi was different as they weren't kidnapped first, and murder frequently occurred in the poor streets of Vladimirsk.

As Alexander read through the newspapers the next morning, he was a bit disappointed that the body of his prey was lost. Nobody would ever get the chance to see his great work of art.



A few days went by, Alexander couldn't stop thinking about his murder. The more he thought about the murder, the more he wanted to repeat it. This one wasn't enough. All of a sudden, Alexander thought back of his youth. The times during the Nentsian revolution. He was born to become the Prince of Gulygaiga, but he became Tsar. Alexander always hated his parents. They never really spoke to him. Alexander was always ignored by other people. They avoided contact with him. Alexander was an abnormal boy at that time. If he spoke, he always seemed to scare people. They would stare at him with wide open eyes. Therefore, Alexander decided to keep his mouth shut. So did his parents. Communication with other people always was non-verbal, so that Alexander would not say anything strange to people.

Alexander whitnessed how his parents were lynched by an angry mob when they tried to escape the city, during the revolution.

Alexander woke up from his mind and decided to make a walk in the gardens, and visit Lokigrunn, the house cat. Although called the House Cat, Lokigrunn was a fullgrown Jaguar, not an animal to mess with. Alexander made the walk, and as he visited Lokigrunn, he got new fantasies. Fantasies about feeding a human to Lokigrunn. Alexander smiled as he thought about it. It sounded like a great plan to Alexander, but he also realized that he would leave the killing part to the animal then. He would become a bystander of the whole process. Therefore, Alexander decided not to transfer Lokigrunn to the Tsykinskaya palace. Would the Oprichniki have allready cleaned up the mess?

That night, Alexander called one of his loyal servants again. ''Pick me up, I want to go to the Tsykinskaya.'' Alexander wanted to visit the palace again where it all happened. He tried to enjoy his murder as much as he could.

30 minutes later, Alexander arrived at the back door of the Tsykinskaya palace. The interior, looked as good as new. There were no traces of blood or anything else that suggested murder. Men in black robes bowed for Alexander, calling him their teacher. Alexander put on his black robe too, with his iron mask. For a moment, he felt like he was a monster again when he put on the mask.

''How was your dinner, master?'' asked one of the men. The Tsar said nothing for a moment. ''Very good.'' he whispered. ''What have you done with the rest of the body? The bones.'' asked Alexander.

One man stepped forward, and revealed a perfectly cleaned skull. He gave it to Alexander. Alexander touched the skull, his heartbeat went up as he felt the skull in his hands. This was his trophy. After admiring his trophy for a few minutes, Alexander made his way to the dungeons of the palace.

When they reached a heavy steel door, Alexander demanded the keys. One of the men gave them to him. Alexander opened the door, with a lot of noise, and looked into the chamber. It was dark, too dark. He could not see the imrisoned woman, but he felt her presence. He could feel her fear. Some of the Oprichniki illuminated the room with candles. The light effect was sinister and terrifying to the woman. Twelve men in black robes stepped into the chamber, along with the Tsar. The woman did not scream. Her face expressed both fear and anger, but she was also very exhausted. probably from screaming and escape attempts. Alexander summoned the other men to leave him alone with his next victim. He walked in circles around her. Observing her.

''What do you want from me?...Answer me! You freak!'' she yelled.

Alexander felt excited as the woman became agressive towards him. This one wouldn't be so easy to scare. This one was a challenge. With a deep male voice, that could make everyone shiver, Alexander asked the woman a question. ''Do you fear me?''

The woman looked Alexander straight in the eyes. ''Never!'' she screamed. Alexander expected that. He left the chamber and shouted to his men ''Prepare her for the ritual. She is next!''



An hour later, Alexander stood in front of an enormous decorated door. This was the room where it would all take place. A choir began to sing, and Alexander pushed the doors open. The room was only lit by candle light, skulls were everywhere in the room. A group of men in black robes stood in a circle around a stake. They were singing, with deep male voices. Above to singing, Alexander could still hear the whining woman. As Alexander got closer to the scene, he realized there was no round table this time. A stake had been planted in the room, the woman was hung up on the stake, in mid air. She was hanging naked, blindfolded. Alexander gazed at the scene. It was magnificent. For a moment he closed his eyes, he shut himself down from the outside world. He was becoming himself again. When Alexander had released the monster inside him, he opened up his eyes with large pupils. This was his cocaine. And he was addicted.

Alexander put on his black gloves, but he put off his mask. He entered the circle and walked towards the woman hanging on a stake. A cup was placed under her body, to catch up the blood coming from her wrist. She had been injured. Alexander picked up the cup. The singing Oprichniki silenced.

''Let us enjoy the blood of this innocent soul.'' Alexander picked up the cup and drank from the blood. It tasted warm, and a bit sweet. Nothing special. Alexander passed the cup on to the other Oprichniki. They all drank from the blood. After that, Alexander walked over to a table. He put on his mask again and walked back to his prey, still hanging.

Alexander reached for a small chest to stand on, as he gently removed the bandage that blindfolded the woman. Immediately she looked around her. ''What is this place? What are you for kind of freaks? The Klu Klux Klan or something?'' she yelled.

Alexander stepped down again. He walked back to his table, and opened a suitcase. It was made of silver, the outside was made of satin. Inside, there were cutting tools of different shapes and sizes. This was one of those moments Alexander enjoyed: picking the tool for the job. He took out a very large double-edged knife that had some gruesome shapes in the blade. Alexander watched the blade for a moment, and then focussed his attention to his prey.

With the knife, Alexander circled around the woman hanging in mid air tied up on a stake. She followed him with her eyes. Alexander stopped in front of her. As he watched his blade again, he asked the woman without looking at her: ''Do you fear me?''
His low voice echoed through the room.

''You are just a sick little basterd. You want me to fear you. I'm not gonna let you have that fun.'' answered the woman. Alexander felt no emotion as he heard that. That was the problem. He needed to feel the emotion, the only way to make him feel it was when the woman would fear him.

Alexander made a hand signal. His men began to untie the woman. They removed the stake. The woman was hanged up by ropes only now, in mid air. The ropes were connected with the walls and the ceiling, the woman was hanging in a star-shape: her legs and arms spread.

''Do you fear me NOW?!'' yelled Alexander. His rage-filled voice definetely scared the woman, but she tried to hide it. Eventually she had the guts to say no. ''I will make you fear me.'' whispered Alexander.

The Oprichniki began to sing louder and louder, Alexander now could feel the urgent desire to hear the woman scream from pain.
With all the force in his arms, he stabbed the woman with the knife in her genitals. Blood spilled over Alexanders hands, and the woman screamed even louder that the previous victim. Alexander retreated the knife, and put it in his mouth. He cleaned it from the blood with his tongue. He stabbed her a second time, a little bit higher in the womb. With all his force, he pushed the knife up, ripping the screaming woman open from genitals all the way up to her chest. The intestines fell out by the gravity. The woman became hysterical. The more hysterical she became, the more Alexander enjoyed it.

Alexander walked back to his table, and put down the knife. ''Put her down.'' he said to his men. The Oprichniki put the woman down, on the famous round table. She was not tied up. There was no need for that. Then Alexander reached out for a shorter knife. He walked back to the table, and grabbed the woman's head. She was almost losing her consciousness. With force, Alexander stabbed his knife in the eye of the woman. She had no voice to scream anymore. The Alexander took out the other eye. He put one of them in his mouth and chewed on it. In one fluid motion, he slit the throat of the woman. Again the blood would spill out over him, the table and the floor. This was his art.

Alexander returned the knife to the suitcase. He put off his gloves and mask. Before he left the room he said ''Prepare the body to be donated as free food to the homeless. They need the food more than I do.'' Then Alexander left to take a shower and go back to the Stolyarov palace.

He felt reborn. Free.

The next day, dozens of homeless enjoyed the same meal as Ekatarina had: human meat, prepared by Alexander the butcher.
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Tsar Alexander walked through the long hallways of the Stolyarov palace with his newly appointed ministers and privy councilors. One of them was Vassily Valenkov, the man who had proven his executive qualities over the decades by serving at several key positions in both governmental and business organizations. Valenkov was of noble blood, just like the Tsar and the entire Boyar Duma (upper house). Alexander knew these were all people who shared the same interests in establishing the Tsarist autocracy.
While Valenkov spoke about his plans to the Tsar, Alexander wasn’t really paying attention. His mind was currently in the darkest depths of the human spirit. Alexander had his fantasies again. Perhaps those fantasies were triggered after Alexander had to witness how Korto had been completely invading Tekarvesh. The monstrous bastard. At those moments, Alexander wished he had never made peace with Korto. But he simply had no other option. This frustrated the Tsar.

That evening, Alexander was picked up by a black car from his Palace and taken to the Tsykinskaya. He came relatively unexpected for the Oprichniki, and they didn’t have anything prepared. They quickly finished their holy rituals and began to set things ready for another great night. The Tsar needed some new materials for this one.

The Tsar was given a skull of his last victim, and a little bottle of blood. Alexander was so delighted to see that, he wanted to touch the blood. This was what was left of his last artwork.

Alexander put on his black robe and hood, he drenched his hands in the cold blood. He took place behind the piano in the foyer of the Tsykinskaya palace. The lights were dimmed, and Alexander began to play his favorite piano play; Chopin’s ballade no. 1 in G minor. Alexander’s cold hands, drenched in dark red blood, played like never before. He played the complex piece for the first time with his true soul. He played it as himself, a monster. The blood on his hands colored the piano keys red, the blood dripped on the ground as the play became more aggressive. A group of Oprichniki came to listen to Alexanders Chopin. In the background, screaming could be heard. Alexander realized they had brought one of the kidnapped women upstairs to the room where it would all happen. Alexander enjoyed the screaming in the background. It added something to the play. The play was peaceful but strong, the screaming of a young helpless woman added a nice contrast. Alexander closed his eyes, he began to play faster and faster, the tones, the rhythms – Alexander opened up his mind. His sick mind. He released the monster inside him. His play became better and better, louder and more aggressive. Flashes of torture went through his mind. He was ready!

Alexander finished the play. The Oprichniki had already left the room. Minutes later, Alexander stood in front of large decorated doors. The chamber. His chamber of torture. An innocent soul would die tonight.
Alexander pushed the doors open and entered the room. The lights were out, only some candles gave light. Skulls were placed across the chamber as a macabre sense of decoration. Eleven men in black robes and black hoods greated Alexander.
‘’Good evening, master. The woman is ready. We wish you, a pleasant night.’’ They said. The men formed a circle around a round table in the middle of the room. They began to sing churchial songs, with deep male voices.

Alexander put on his iron mask and black gloves. He entered the circle, the circle of death. He stared at the table, with large eyes. A naked woman was stretched out over the table, tied up. She was blindfolded, her head was moving pretty wild. She wanted to know what was going on. Alexander walked a few circles around the table, and then stopped. He bent over, so that he could hear the woman breathing. She definitely noticed his presence. Her head wasn’t moving anymore, she almost stopped breathing. ‘’Who are you? What are you going to do?’’ she squeeked.

Alexander stood straight again. He placed his hand on the belly of the woman. She made a little noise. Alexander stroke with his hand over her body. ‘Soft.’ He whispered.

He took his hand off the woman and said with his deep, terrifying voice: ‘’Do you… fear me?’’
The other Oprichniki shivered for a moment, the woman began to cry.

Alexander walked over to another table. On it, was a silver chest. The inside was made of satin. Alexander stroke with his hand over the different cutting tools, of different shapes and sizes. He took out a razor sharp scalpel once again. But with a different purpose than skinning. This was even more brutal. Alexander returned to the woman and gently removed her bandage that blindfolded her. She looked around her, and began to scream as she looked Alexander in the eyes through his mask. The fun had begun for Alexander. The Oprichniki began to sing louder and louder, the circle became wider to give Alexander more breathing space. This was the time!

Carefully, Alexander placed the scalpel on the forearm of the woman. She screamed louder and louder, Alexander enjoyed it more and more. With the scalpel he cut her arm open, the cut was at least 20 centimeters long. It was a deep cut. The blood dripped from her arm onto the table. Alexander did the same to the next arm. Then he made a deep and long cut in her leg, and the other leg. The woman screamed continuously, her vocal cords would not hold that much longer.
Alexander walked back to his toolkit, and cleaned the scalpel in a cup of water. The water became red.
He returned with a bottle from the table, instead of another cutting tool. This tool was even better. The woman had stopped screaming for a moment. She was heavily breathing. Alexander the poured the inside of the bottle over the cuts he had made over her limbs. The woman began to scream like a pig. The Oprichniki sang louder. Alexander felt liberated the more the woman began to scream as he poured more liquid over her body. Inside the crystallized bottle, there was Hydrochloric acid. The acid burned through the woman’s skin, into her flesh and bones. Smoke started to come off her body, the woman was about to faint. Alexander poured the acid over het genitals. The woman gave a last loud scream. She fainted.

Alexander walked back, and took out a larger knife from his chest. He reached for a big knife, that was able to cut through big tissue. He placed the knife under the right breast of the woman, and with all his force he began to cut. After a few moments, the breast came loose from the woman’s chest. Blood spilled over her upper body and the table. First Alexander removed his mask, and he held the breast in his hand. Slowly, he brought it closer to his mouth. When it was close enough, he took a bite from the inside of the breast. It had little taste. The blood was dripping from his chin as he enjoyed every moment of his ritual. Alexander put the rest of the breast down on the table. He grabbed the head of the woman, and in a single fluid motion, he slit her throat. Alexander could see from the amount of blood that she was almost dead anyway. But he still enjoyed the blood flowing over his hands and arms.

After that, Alexander returned the knife in the chest. He closed his eyes. It was done. He took off his gloves, his mask, and left the chamber to wash himself. The Oprichniki stopped singing and applauded for Alexander.



While heading back to the Stolyarov Palace that night, Alexander had already forgotten about his previous torture session and murder. He was already having new fantasies about his next murder. Alexander was dying to get his next torture session. The man who drove the car, also an Oprichniki, recognized the look in Alexander’s eyes.
‘’Master, you have to lock up that monster again. I can see in your eyes that it is still out there. Was tonight not good enough? Didn’t you enjoy the session of tonight?’’ asked the driver.
Alexander looked the man in his eyes through the mirror. ‘’You don’t understand.’’ He replied with a low voice.
‘’For you, killing is just something you do. For me, it is the only way to be alive. Asking me to stop thinking about murder, is like asking a normal person to end his own life.’’

There was silence for a moment in the car. ‘’Well…maybe we’ve gone a little bit too far with this whole ritual thing…’’ replied the driver eventually.

As the driver said that, Alexander felt his blood boiling. Even more fantasies went through his mind. The beast was still out. As soon as the car parked at the back of the palace, Alexander grabbed the neck of the driver in front of him. He clenched his long fingers around the neck of the driver. His thumbs were squeezing the breath out of the windpipe, the driver tried to get Alexander’s hands off his throat. The man squeaked a bit, he struggled a bit, but after a few minutes he fainted. Alexander kept his grip around the neck until the man died. Then Alexander got out of the car, he called one of the other Oprichniki and ordered him to come over and rid the body.

The next morning, the beast was back in its cage. Alexander put the monster inside him behind bars again. But the monster was growing.
In the newspapers, Alexander read that the police had published the names of the five missing women. Alexander smiled. They would never find the women back. Not in one piece at least.
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Alexander woke up. It was a dark night. A cold night. Yet, the sweat was dripping from his face. He looked beside him. Ekatarina was asleep. Torture - Kill! - Blood! Alexander felt he was losing control over himself. The monster inside him had come out while he was asleep. Alexander began to dream about how he kidnapped the world leaders to his Tsykinskaya palace, where he would slowly torture them to death. Yes, Alexander would feed Korto to Sha'krios, and then he would cut the man in pieces. Serenity Boujé would be next. He would have her impaled, and eat her intestines. During the night, Alexander got his wildest fantasies.

Slowly, Alexander turned his head. His hands moved over Ekatarina's body; from her hips al the way to her shoulders, and her neck. His fingers slowly closed, his grip became stronger. Alexander closed his eyes, and felt the joyful feeling of strangling a person. Strangle was the ultimate way to have control about life and death. The fate of the victim depended on the hands of the killer.

For a moment, Alexander opened his eyes. It was then he realized that he was murdering his wife. Quickly, Alexander retreated his hands from her neck. He felt if she was still alive. She was, but probably unconscious due to a lack of oxigen in her sleep.

Alexander got up from his bed. He went downstairs, and picked up a phone. He called the Tsykinskaya palace. ''Prepare the chamber. It must be done tonight.''

Alexander hung up the phone at dressed himself in a black smoking. Then he drove off to the Tsykinskaya palace. He was received by men in black robes with hoods to cover their faces.

''Master, the chamber is ready. Which of the two remaining women would you like to have?''

''Both.''

Alexander rushed inside the palace to prepare himself for his next piece of art. He put on black gloves. But tonight, he decided he would not wear a black robe with an iron mask. Tonight, he would do it as himself and not some disguised monster. Alexander took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he felt the terrible desire to inflict damage. To destroy and to cause pain. It was his way of feeling a thrill that he could not describe.

Alexander opened the grand doors of the chamber, and entered the room. There was a round table in the middle. On the table was a stretched out woman, tied up and naked. The other woman was sitting in a corner of the room, also naked and tied up.

The Oprichniki were lined up. As soon as Alexander entered the room, they left the room. The Oprichniki would not attend this slaughter. They decided that their presence might distract Alexander from his satisfaction during the session. They believed that was the cause that Alexander killed one of them in the car back home, and that it was the reason why Alexander wanted to kill two at the time now.

When the Oprichniki were gone, the doors were closed. Candles provided some light. The women were both breathing short and heavy. Alexander closed his eyes. He enjoyed the tension. The tension of fear, fear for death. Alexander truly felt he was like God right now. This was his moment.
Alexander began to circle around the table. He stared at the naked body of the woman. Both women were blindfolded. Alexander walked over to another table, and reached for a silver chest. Again it was filled with cutting tools of different shapes and sizes.

Alexander looked at the most brutal object in the chest: a saw. That one would be for later. For now, he took out an old surgeon's knife, dating back to the 1900's.
Slowly, Alexander walked back to the round table. He removed the blindfolding bandage. He wanted to see the eyes of his prey while he cut her to pieces.
The woman looked him straight in the eyes. She cried. ''Thank you so much, Tsar for rescuing me!'' she squeaked. Alexander ignored her. And that worried the woman. She was rescued, wasn't she?

''No, no...you are my meal for tonight. Soon you will feel how my blade will go through your skin, tissue and organs. I hope you are tasty, so I won't have to put ...a little salt in your wounds.'' said Alexander with a deep male voice. A cold voice.

The woman looked at him with very big eyes. Alexander looked her now straight in the eyes and came very close. ''Now tell me, young lady! Do you fear me?!'' he shouted. His voice was filled with rage. Pure rage that could not be explained. The woman nodded and cried out loud. She begged for her life.

Alexander only needed one fluid motion to cut her belly open. The organs were immediately exposed. Alexander reached into her organs with his hands, and eventually, he burried his head between her intestines, liver and lungs. Alexander took bites from several organs. The woman screamed for mercy, she begged and she begged. All she wanted was to end this hell.

Alexander stood straight up again, licking the blood from his face. His entire upper body had been covered in blood. Now Alexander walked over to the other woman. He gave her a chair, and place her at the round table. She was still blindfolded. She didn't know what was going on, but she did know it was horrifying.

Alexander began to remove the spleen of the woman on the table. She screamed as he did that. Alexander began to laugh, he laughed out loud.
Alexander held the spleen in his hand, and began to cut it in two pieces. He ate one piece by himself, he gave the other piece to the woman sitting at the table.

''Eat it. Eat IT!'' he yelled. The woman did what he told her to do. She ate from the spleen, which was still warm. The woman began to throw up as she ate it, but she kept eating as she was forced to.

Alexander laughed. He fed one of his victims to the other. How briliant was that? After the spleen had been finished, Alexander picked out a kidney. The woman on the table kept screaming. Alexander had a plan to give her an extra shot of pain.
He walked over to his toolkit, and reached for a little bit of salt. Without remorse, he threw the salt right into the inside of the woman. She began to beg Alexander to end her life. When the other woman had finished eating the kidney, Alexander did what his victim asked for. He grabbed the head of the woman laying on the table, and in a perfect motion, he cut her throat open. The blood spilled out over the table. The screaming stopped. It was quiet in the room.

Alexander walked over to the other woman, and removed the blindfolding bandage. She immediately began to scream as she saw the heavily mutilated body and Alexander who was covered in blood. Alexander's face was entirely red of blood.
Alexander now untied her hands and legs too. ''Do you fear me? If not, then stay here with me. If yes, then try to escape from me. The doors are not locked.'' he whispered in her ear.

Alexander took a few steps back, and awaited the response of the woman. He wanted her to run. He wanted to hunt her down. After waiting for a few seconds, the woman jumped up from her seat and ran towards the door. Alexander followed her and wanted to smash his body against her's. She evaded him, and changed her course. She began to ran towards a window at the other end of the room. Alexander chased her.

''Run! Run for your life. I am right behind you...'' he laught. The laughing of Alexander sounded nothing like normal laughing. It sounded evil, morbid and macabre.

The woman tried to jump out of the window, but Alexander captured her in a stranglehold. She resisted, but Alexander was much stronger in his current mental condition.
He dragged the woman to the ground at sat on top of her. ''AAAHHHH!'' screamed Alexander. He screamed from rage and anger. With all his force, he slammed the knife in the chest of the woman. And again, and again and again. The knife went in and out her body. He stabbed her more than a dozen times. After that, Alexander began to remove her eyes. The he removed her lips, her nose, her cheeks and tongue. The cut her hair and removed some of her skin and her ears.
The skull was visible. He then cut her throat open, and removed her windpipe. He removed both of her breasts, her heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, spleen, stomach, intestines, ovaries and her womb. He placed the intestines carefully around her neck like a necklace.

Alexander cut open her arms and legs, and skinned her limbs until bones were all that was left. The floor was covered in blood. After Alexander was done cutting the woman, he needed to take a breath. He used a lot of force and energy to do that. After that, Alexander walked back to his toolkit like nothing happened. Blood was still dripping from his hands and clothes. He was soaked in blood.
He put the knife in a bucket with water, and pulled off his gloves. Alexander took a deep breath, and left the chamber. On the clean floor outside the chamber, Alexander made a trail of blood. The Oprichniki were waiting for him outside the chamber. They all look fascinated and shocked when they saw him standing in front of them, exhausted and covered in blood.

''Are...Are you allright, sir?'' asked one of them.

''Better than ever...Better than ever.'' replied Alexander. Then, he left to take a shower. The Oprichniki would need the entire week to clean up the bloody mess in the chamber. They were worried. Alexander's fantasies were becoming more extreme everyday, his desire to kill and torture was growing by the hour and the man didn't have himself under control anymore.
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