He started getting out of hand, so I had to amputate a few parts. I got sloppy & let the blood smear on the wall & concrete, so I had to move him to the garage but I resumed with no complications. By this time I was getting a bit bored & he wasn’t responding how I needed him to. I chained him up by his hands & hooked him to the ceiling. I stepped back to admire my progress, “there’s really a man attached to my ceiling with 7 fingers & no dick” at the time I thought that had been my best work yet. I grabbed a chair & a small table & made breakfast. I set the table with a flower in the middle & set up my half of the table. I poured a glass of black Stella Rose & started cooking. I made French toast with eggs, bacon, & cinnamon rolls. I fixed my plate & sat in front of him. I watched for a minute as he dangled slowly swinging back & fourth before I decided to wake him. When he had finally woke up I was excited to see what todays adventure held. I began making small talk to lighten the what seemed to be an everlasting dreadful mood. He was shocked to see my change in attitude but little did he know I was getting very agitated. He was hesitant but he responded in a frighten yet eased manner. The conversation turned quicker then expected so I got straight to the point. “Why were you about to take advantage of her?” my question took him by surprise & at first it seemed as if he didn’t want to answer. I politely told him that my attitude & the amount of pain I put him through is based on how he cooperates with me. His attitude quickly changed & he complied, “i don’t know man..I'm sick I guess..I just want to go home!” he groaned. I sarcastically replied & said “okay, wrong answer” & I got up to clean up. I injected him with propofol & laid him across the big cold medal science table. I changed into my butcher outfit & strapped him to the table. I grabbed my sagittal saw & prepped as if I was going into surgery. It was a minute before he woke up, so I was brainstorming Ideas to torture him while going through his phone. I found some very disturbing & horrific photos oh him with all the girls he’s violated. It pissed me off to the core, so it was enough being nice for the day, he just bought a one-way ticket to hell. Anyways, I thought about just cutting him limb by limb but that’s a bit messy & outdated. Then I thought about just skinning him but that’s a lot to deal with & the skin gets everywhere & its just- yeah no. So, finally after what felt like 12 hours, I came up with a trivia game. I asked a question & he had to answer. Simple right? But wait! There's a twist. If he chose to not answer or lie, I'd "take something”. When he woke up, I was standing beside him with his phone in my hand whilst I was looking over him. “Wakey wakey!” I said both enthusiastically & sarcastically. “we're going to play a game; this is how it works. You give me the correct answers & the TRUTH. If not, you lose a body part of your choice. Again, I had already gone through his phone which he didn’t know so I had an advantage. The first question was the same on from earlier “why were you about to take advantage of her? & sir please be mindful of your answer”. He was quiet at first but then he responded & said “why does it matter?” I smirked & walked off. I went to grab my latex gloves & mouth gag. I placed the gag on his face as he was screaming & I started slowly cutting off toes. Of course I had to mutilate him to get the answers I needed because he wasn’t cooperating. As I cut each toe & the blood splattered on my face he screamed louder & louder each time. I had to amputate the parts I severed because if I didn’t he could’ve possibly bled out & that’s to easy. Anyways, we continued with our game & I continued to interrogate him. When I removed the gag he quickly screamed “ OKAY I’LL TALK JUST PLEASE STOP!” he cried & begged but I was unfazed. I’ve been doing this for a while & one thing I've obtained over time is the ability to disregard for such adjure. So I asked the a different question, one I for sure knew the answer to. “how many?“ he seemed baffled so I repeated my question with elaboration. “how many girls have you done this to?!” I started getting angry, I have a very short temper & low tolerance for the ignorance. “I don’t know..i mean no more then 5. Honest to God” he says. So I simply picked up the saw but this time I didn’t gag his mouth. He said “OKAY OKAY it was a couple..i-I cant give a defined number man!!”. I briskly grabbed his phone from my butcher apron & unlocked it. I rage-fully approached him & put the phone in his face- “LOOK you sick fuck! All of these pictures of these girls! LOOK WHAT YOU DID YOU FUKKIN SICKO!!”. I threw it at him & cut off his left ankle. I cleaned the wound so it wouldn’t get infected & left him on the table tied up & walked out. I was disgusted & fed up. I was about to just say fuck it all & fill his head with 5.8mm bullets. But, I was unsure..He deserved much more then what I was giving him but I was growing impatient& he hadn’t had much time left..
Part three?
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