Page 71 of Below The Surface
“No one guesses the easy shit.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t have a phone finder or tracking app. It’s probably a burner, but I search through it anyway, looking for more people to torture. “Do you work with anyone?” Before I get too far, I find a picture of him and Charles before Charles got plastic surgery. I flip the phone to him. “How do you know this man?”
Another smirk.
I yank him by the hair. “How the fuck do you know Charles?”
“He taught me how to get away with everything. There are so many of us. You’llnevercatch us all.”
I barely make it to the corner before I throw up. I can torture people all night and not get sick, but twisted fucks like this turn my stomach instantly.
“You’re one of his brats, aren’t you? One of those Servants of the Divine kids that got away. He said you ruined a good thing.”
“Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I’m tempted to kill him right now, but I need to give my audience a show and I have just the thing to shut him up.
I glove up and grab the biggest piercing needle I have. Kevin eyes me, but doesn’t say anything else. I grab the clamps I bought off Amazon because why have proper equipment for the people I torture? He starts bucking when I show him the hook I’m about to put in his tongue after I pierce it. He can’t move because of the strap across his forehead.
I lean in close. “You have a choice. Either you open your mouth yourself, or I unhinge your jaw for you.” He sticks out his tongue. “Perfect. Stay like that for me.” I lower the special muzzle in place and connect it to the chair. “Don’t move, or I’ll have to start plucking out your eyeballs before we get the party started.” Kevin squeezes his eyes shut and tries to shake his head.
When I clamp his tongue, he holds his breath. He screams when I pierce his tongue. I love those screams. He panics when I start threading the hook into the hole. I think he resigns himself to his fate when I hook his tongue to the muzzle. Saliva pools in his mouth and drools out from him.
I pat his head. “Perfect.” Now he can’t tell anyone what I look like or who I am. “I have thousands of people that can’t wait to see you die tonight.” I tell him how everything works, and he tries to thrash his way to freedom again. “Too bad for you. You were so easy to catch. I was hoping for a bit of a fight, but you disappointed me.” I pout and sit across from him. “You won’t be the only one tonight. I’m doing a two-for-one. It’s been awhile.”
He gurgles something, but with his tongue the way it is, he can’t talk and he has to constantly swallow his bloody saliva.
I move my hand like a puppet. “You’re a sick fuck.” I use a silly voice for my hand puppet. “They all say that. But I’m not the rapist or the pedophile. Rest assure I’m not touching yourgenitals or ass.” That calms him a bit and I want to rip his face off. “I’m nothing like you disgusting pieces of shit. I’m ridding the world of one sick bastard at a time.”
He laughs, and it sets something off in me. I ball my hands and march over to my torture toys of the night and grab my favorite knife. “It’s early, but I’m going to play a little.” I rip his shirt open, satisfied that the buttons ping off the floor.
Panic widens his eyes and he babbles, no doubt begging me to stop.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you without the cameras rolling, but I need to mark you.” I drag the knife across his chest in slow strokes. PEDOPHILE. It’s a bit long for his chest, though, and the word gets jumbled. So below it I carve out PEDO.
I tighten the zip ties a little more as small beads of blood drip from his chest. “Now, everyone will know what you are if they ever find your body.” I look up. “But they never find the body after we’re done with it.” I pat his arm and go back to my seat across from him before deciding to ditch the gloves and wash my hands. I hate how hot my hands get in the nitrite gloves. I don’t want to sit with them for longer than I need.
After I clean up, my phone dings.
Dallas: I’m so hard thinking about this morning. I want to wake you up like that every day.
“My boyfriend.” I show Kevin my phone. “He fucked me awake this morning, and it was the best way to wake up.” He wants to wake me up like that every day. Every day. What does that mean? Is he in love with me? Ridiculous. He doesn’t even know me.
I shake my head. He knows the me I let him see.
Dallas: What about we fall asleep with my dick still inside you tonight?
I swallow and nod at my phone. “He wants to fall asleep with his dick inside me tonight. That’s romantic. Right? I don’t know what romance even looks like.”
Kevin’s hook clicks against the muzzle grating.
“Ew nevermind I don’t want to know what your idea of romance is. You’re sick.”
I turn my back to Kevin and respond to Dallas.
Casey: I’d love to fall asleep with your dick inside me. That sounds amazing.
Ugh, but it won’t be until super late.
Dallas: What are you doing right now? What are you wearing?
