Page 125 of Unhinged Kallie

“Are you ready for this?”

Carter nodded, his face blank of all emotion. In the last year, he’d grown into the man I hoped he would, and asking to be in the room for this proved that.

“I will not hold back for your sake.”

Carter rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, looking me in the eye. “He deserves whatever you choose to do and more. He can never pay enough.”

“Very well.”

Pushing open the door, Darryl lay on the table, reduced to soft, continuous sobbing. I came each day and tightened the straps on his weakening body, changed out the line of nutrients running directly into his stomach so he couldn’t starve to death, and ensured that the catheter to his cock and the intrarectal catheter line to his ass weren’t plugged. I tortured him with something new every single day and when I knew his mind was on the brink of breaking I’d pull back just enough that he didn’t fully slip to a place I couldn’t reach him.

I had one particularly amusing day when Abel joined me and Darryl kept blinking and yelling there are two.

As soon as I stepped into the room, his horrified expression and terror-filled eyes found mine.

“Good morning, Darryl,” I said as I walked to the table and looked down at the man who was a shadow of who he was before.

“Please, no more, please,” he blubbered.

I gently ran my gloved finger down his arm, and he screamed like I was cutting him with a knife.

“Tell me, Darryl, doesn’t Sara-Lee look stunning?” I pointed to the mangled flesh preserved inside a clear box. It was the perfect way to watch the decaying process and an excellent gift for her lover.

He glanced at the box and looked away, closing his eyes. Grabbing his jaw, I squeezed hard until I heard the soft crack. He cried out, and his eyes opened to stare into mine. The predator he had been was long gone. All that was left was prey.

“It’s not nice to be rude to a lady, Darryl. Tsk, tsk. Didn’t your father teach you any manners?” He trembled in my grasp but didn’t answer. “Tell her she looks beautiful.”

“You look beautiful, Sara,” he mumbled through my grip.

“Very good.”

“Darryl, I would like to introduce you to someone.” I stepped out of the way so that Carter was visible. “This is my son-in-law, Carter. You remember my daughter, don’t you? You know, the one you tried to kill and threatened to rip her open with your big cock first.” I pointedly looked down at the cock in question with the tube stuck inside, and I would’ve sworn it shrunk a little more. “That was pretty big talk and very rude of you, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” Darryl agreed immediately, like a good puppy.

“Carter asked to be here for today’s session.”

Darryl whimpered, his eyes filling with tears. “Please kill me. Please.”

I patted his cheek. “Don’t worry, I will kill you.” His face relaxed. “Just not until I’m ready.” The fear returned to his eyes. “You know, Darryl, I’ve been thinking about this. I think prisons should hire me.” I walked around the table and felt his eyes following me. “I know it sounds crazy, right? Here’s what I’ve realized since I started hunting down those on my board over there. The system is too soft. If people like you had to face someone like me to teach you a lesson on the inside, well…I think there would be a lot less people getting into trouble.” I picked up a scalpel. “I mean wouldn’t you have thought twice before you touched those girls?”

“Yes,” he said again, but it came out a whimper.

“They will never go for it, though, but that’s okay because I must say I have enjoyed my time hunting the hunters. I have creative freedom this way.”

I turned around with the scalpel in my hand and looked at Carter. His features were still blank, his eyes dark as he stared at Darryl. Flipping the blade around, I held it out to Carter.

“Would you like to do the honors?”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “I’d love to.”

“Then feel free. Just cut where the lines are and a solid inch deep. I’ll get the test subjects.”

Darryl whimpered and tried to watch where I was going, even as Carter made the first cut.

I carried out the first tank, and Darryl screamed. I’m sure he would’ve thrashed around if he had the strength to do so. Returning to my storage area, I carried out the second container covered with a black cloth so he couldn’t see inside.

Carter was quick and efficient. His hand never wavered with any cut around Darryl’s body. Each one was perfect and precisely placed to cause pain but not hit anything serious.