Page 74 of Below The Surface
I hit the button to start the voice modulator and the livestream.
“Good evening, my lovely little freaks. As you can see behind me, I have twospecialguests to play with tonight. I’m pretty excited about it. As you can see, I already got started with Kevin.” I walk over to the man and force his head towards the front camera.
“Kevin is a pedophile. I carved him up a bit.” I smile as I read the comments flying in. “Oh, his mouth? He was getting lippy with me, so I tied up his tongue. Pierced it, then hooked it to the muzzle. Perfect, right?”
Marvin cries silently next to us. I think he mumbles something, but I’m still telling Kevin’s story. “I found the sick fucker in a park. He was watching kids and touching himself. He got on our radar because of his younger sister. She noticed how he looked at her kids. Caught him getting ready to violate one of her daughters. Now she’s among you getting ready to watch this man die.” I blow the screens a kiss. “Lovely, this is for you.”
I move over to Marvin and start on his story. “He raped the girl next door to him and got her pregnant. Then his parents paid her and her parents off. His son is seven now and doesn’t know he was born of rape.” I trail a hand down Marvin’s arm. “He fucked up by trying to rape a woman on campus. Unfortunately, she couldn’t be bought, but the college could be. We took up her cause when we found it.”
I walk to the front of the room and give the spiel about not doing anything to the no no zones. “Now, my beautiful lovely freaks, what can I get started for you?”
This is my favorite part of the night. Comments fly across the screen and Kendra makes comments through the ear piece about some of the freakier ideas.
“I like this group,” Kendra laughs. “Make them eat each other.”
“I do like that one a lot.” But it also turns my stomach in a way I don’t want to show everyone that I might be weak.
I drag my tray of torture devices into view of the victims. “I’m liking the idea of making you watcheverything.” I grab the scalpel and lift it to Marvin’s eye. “Don’t worry, you’ll only suffer a few hours.” I slice off his eyelids as he screams. “Perfect.” I lay the severed flesh on his forehead, the blood sticking both eyelids to his sweaty brow.
Kevin’s breathing picks up, and he tries to shake his head. I tighten the strap when I get to him. I take one lid, then the other, also placing them on his forehead.
“Looks a bit uncomfortable.” I squirt eye drops in their eyes to wash out the blood. “You don’t look appreciative.”
Fingernails. That’s all a comment says and I have to say, all sorts of fingernail torture is my favorite.
“Twenty fingernails. I can do whatever I want a couple of times.”
Pins under the nails.
Remove the fingernails.
Cut them too short.
Pull them.
Rip them.
I grab a few pins and just hover one under one of Kevin’s nails. The man whimpers.
“Awe, I want you to beg. Scream for me, Kevin.”
He tries to clamp his lips shut over his drying tongue.
“Ah, wait.” I grab a water bottle and pour it over his exposed flesh. “That feels better, right?”
“Nnnnnn.Fsyou.” I’m assuming he said fuck you.
“I’ve got the best cock lined up for after we finish with you. I’ll be bouncing on it until the sunrise.” Can’t wait.
I jam some pins under Kevin’s nails, and the glorious screams start back up. I’m pretty sure Marvin pissed himself already, and that’s unfortunate.
I move over to Marvin and grab my pliers.
“No! No! Please!”
I kneel on the floor and hold his hand down while I pry a few nails off. The raw skin beneath slowly pools blood that makes tiny rivers down the chair.
I smash Kevin’s thumb, then wiggle off his nail. More screams. Maybe I should record them to play again and again when I’m feeling sad. We record our sessions, but a soundtrack of screams would be amazing. I’ll have to remember to ask Kendra about it sometime.
