Bits and Pieces

Rishi woke up in a dark room. He felt numb, his brain floating in some kind of drug-induced stupor, he tried to move, but he was restrained, ropes compressing his wrists and ankles. He fought to free himself until the ropes cut his skin and the cords were soaked with blood. Then he shouted for help, but the only reply was silence and the echo of his own voice. He tried to remember how had he ended up in that place, but the last thing he remembered was walking on the street. He had been heading to work when a young woman offered him a bottle of juice to try, she said she was working for a big company and that they were test-trying on the streets a new product, that they were interested in the opinions from real consumers. She asked him some questions about his life and complimented him for his eyes, blue against his brown skin. And that was all he could remember. Rishi quickly understood that he had been drugged through the juice. 

Hours passed and Rishi's limbs started to hurt. He wondered what would happen next, if anyone would ever go explain him why had he been abducted. Soon enough, the door opened and the lights were turned on blinding him momentarily. He blinked furiously until he could identify the person that was standing by his bed. It was the same woman he had last talked to. He didn't know it, but her name was Eloise. Eloise was carrying a tray that she left on a table next to the bed. Now that Rishi was able to see the room he realized it looked like a hospital, yet it sure wasn't. 

-What are you going to do to me?- he asked.

-I just need something from yours. 

-What?

Eloise didn't reply, instead she turned around and took something from the tray. She, then, got closer to Rishi, and effortlessly she found a vein and injected something into his bloodstream. Looking into his eyes, she finally replied. 

-Your eyes. 

A cold sweat covered Rishi, but he was already completely unable to move and started to feel himself drift away. When he was fast asleep, Eloise started the work of extracting his eyes. Eyes weren't difficult, she had practised before. She placed those deep-blue eyes on ice on the tray, and took another vial of the solution she had used to anesthetize Rishi. There could be no witnesses, she had to kill him. 

Eloise was twenty-eight and single. She had had the worst of the luck in men, probably because she always looked for the wrong things in them. At one point she became tired of being let down, tired of dating, and she decided to solve her problem by herself. If she couldn't find the perfect man, she would build it from scratch. 

She had left the room, were Rishi's body lied, and headed to the refrigerated chamber. The smell of decay greeted her as she opened the door, but she remained oblivius to it. In the center of the room, on a table, lay a limbless body, pale in his death. She approached and proceeded to accomodate the eyes in the ocular cavities. "He's going to need a name, maybe it's better if I let him name himself" she thought fantasizing that that collage of body parts would once be a real man, not seeing the clear signs of corruption. She inclined over the table and kissed the corpse's rotten lips. 

-Sleep tight, my love, tomorrow I'll find you a good set of arms to embrace me.