Yellow by ARON BEAUREGARD

Author:ARON BEAUREGARD [BEAUREGARD, ARON]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Thriller, Crime
ISBN: 9798580709390
Google: -OwozgEACAAJ
Amazon: B08R2H32V5
Goodreads: 56498877
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2021-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

THE THIRTEENTH FLOOR

Jennacide opened the front doors to the desecrated apartment building and quietly slipped inside. She approached the elevator, taking in the various spray-painted profanities, scuttling vermin, and bodily relief left within the lobby. She used her elongated yellowed fingernails to call for the elevator. When the transportation box came to a halt, her spiked black heel landed into the stagnant space.

She poked the button labeled ‘13’ and watched the reflective stainless metal door slowly creep shut. As the cell ascended to the unlucky floor, she smiled and suckled upon the syrupy teat of narcissism. Her self-adoration wasn’t totally unwarranted, Jenna’s reflection was unique; one that would instill a profound dread within even the most obscure and gothic members of society.

Her tangled platinum hair was nearly identical to the hue of her creepily clouded pupils. A pair of sparkling ebony studs had been punctured into both of her cheeks, flanking a nose ring hoop that was so thick and heavy, it would have made a weaker girl’s head sag. Her caramel skin brought even more pronunciation to her bizarre pale features, none more so than her finely filed teeth. The razor enamel was so spiky and ominous that it bordered on demonic. It was easily the most painful fraction of her persona to achieve.

She let her split tongue slither out through her smile as the elevator came to a stop. She removed a tiny key from between her breasts and inserted it into the lock beside the button for the thirteenth floor. When she twisted the curved metal inside the door, it began to pull back open again. It unveiled a black nothingness—the ominous shadows were all that stood ahead.

To the majority, an atmosphere of such heavy gloom might be depressing, but Jennacide felt at home when engulfed by the unknown. As cozy as the vibe was to her, she twisted the key a tick further knowing that she needed to activate the lighting. While illuminating the hidden level would help her navigate, she knew it would do little for the necrotic-scented floor’s residents.

Upon entry, the vivid portrait of pestilence was unmistakable, but the disease of the suffering wasn’t derived by random circumstance from germs or Mother Nature’s will; it was a specifically targeted manmade infection. One that started as a deranged idea in Damien Sanchez’s mind and went on to materialize on a secret floor within one of his many slumlord properties.

The first girl that faced Jenna had clearly been captive for some time. Like any of the inhabitants confined to Damien’s Earthly version of bastardized purgatory, her eyes were absent. They’d been plucked from the hollows of her head and then substituted with a mirror-like material.

The razor-edged hexagon glass screwed into each hollowed crater helped to foster a state of emotionlessness and unflinching compliance. If any within the captive herd manipulated their hauntingly static expressions to display anything outside of pure obedience, the edge of the shrill glass would cut into the surrounding flesh.

Damien dispatched one of his minions to do weekly inspections on the populous and examine their faces.

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