“Shoot the bulbs.”
“Can’t. That will cause too much noise.” I put up the pellet gun, then pulled out a tranquilizer gun and a dog whistle. I blew the whistle a few times. Within seconds a long-haired Sheltie came out of the doggy door. He noticed me right away. I quickly tossed him some meat that I had taken from the restaurant. He wound up being very friendly after that. I handed Missy the rest of the meat. “Keep him occupied.”
She knelt and fed the dog as I snuck to a window to see if it had a sensor. I didn’t see one, indicating the house most likely didn’t have a security system. But I still couldn’t be for sure. Some people, or companies, only install sensors on the doors. As far as motion sensors on the inside, it was doubtful since the dog was running around, unless they were the type that ignored smaller animals. After I picked the lock, I looked back at Missy. “I don’t want to leave you out here alone, so stay right behind me. If I grab your shoulder, kneel down and wait for me to come back.”
“Got it.”
I opened the door and looked around the kitchen through the goggles. I didn’t see anyone. I also didn’t see a door sensor installed in the door frame or motion sensors in the kitchen area. I walked through the kitchen and scanned the living room, then eased down the hallway and looked in two bedrooms, a bathroom and the garage; they were clear. When I got to a staircase I grabbed Missy’s shoulder, then went up the stairs. I found Chris asleep in bed and the other rooms were clear. I shot him in the chest with two tranquilizer darts. He immediately raised his head, mumbled something, then fell back to sleep. I handcuffed his arms to the headboard and put duct tape over his mouth in case he prematurely awakened. Missy was still holding her position when I got to the bottom of the stairs. “We’re good. Numb nuts is secured.”
She started up the stairs.
“Hold up. I need to secure this floor.”
She followed me into the kitchen. “Why are we wasting time? Let’s just do something and get out of here.”
“That’s how people get caught.” I closed and locked the back door, locked the doggy door, then slid the stove in front of it.”
She looked scared. “Now what?”
“Gotta secure the front door.”
She followed me into the living room. “Anything I can do?”
“Make sure all the windows are locked and the blinds are closed. And don’t turn on any lights.”
I slid a couch against the front door, then went into the garage and unplugged the electric door opener. Now that the house was secure, I sat up some wireless motion sensors for extra security. Missy was in the kitchen with the dog when I walked up to the refrigerator and opened it. “You hungry?”
She was staring at me as if I was crazy. “Shouldn’t we do what we came here to do?”
“We’ve got all night.”
“What about Chris?”
“He’s not going anywhere.” I pulled out some lunch meat, cheese and mustard. “Grab the bread over there, please.” I left the refrigerator door open to light up the kitchen.
She shook her head as I sat at the table making sandwiches. I was still wearing the night vision goggles, but they were in their upright position. I noticed she was staring at me. “What’s wrong?”
“How can you be so calm?”
“We’re safe as long as no one comes walking in, but that’s why I barricaded the doors and set up the motion sensors.”
“What do the sensors do?”
“If they sense motion, they will send a signal to a receiver in my pocket.”
She sat down at the table. “Why would you carry something like that around?”
“So no one can sneak up on me.”
She looked at me for a moment. “Have you done this type of thing before?”
That was a loaded question, I thought to myself. I didn’t want to spook her or lie. “I have experience in doing things most people don’t.”
She started feeding the dog pieces of ham. “Military experience?”
I took a bite from my sandwich. “Nope. I serve my country in a different way.”
“Ex-police or something?”
“I know some cops.”
She looked me up and down. “You have some interesting gear. Private security or bounty hunter?”
“You watch too much television.”
She pointed her finger at me. “Hit man?”
“I don’t get paid for what I do.”
She sat back in the chair. The dog jumped in her lap. She looked at me as she rubbed the dog’s head. “You can tell me later.”
I stood up. “I’m gonna go check on numb nuts.”
“Hold up. I’m coming with you.” She picked up the ham and cheese. “Let me put these up first.”
“Leave ‘em. It will confuse the cops.”
“Uh, okay.”
She followed me upstairs to his bedroom. It was dark, so I turned on a closet light and left the door cracked. When I turned around, I noticed that she had a kitchen knife. “What are you planning on doing with that?”
“I’m not sure.” She looked at the blade, then at Chris. “Cutting the bastard’s throat comes to mind.”
“He won’t know—he’s unconscious.”
“I don’t care. He’ll be burning in hell.”
Most people are all talk, but I could tell she was serious about killing the fucker. My main concern now was if she could live with it. “What if you let me do it. That way it won’t come back and haunt you later.”
She looked at me with an expression that was genuine and determined. “He harmed my family. I want him to suffer.”
She was definitely my kind of woman. “I didn’t say he wasn’t going to suffer. In fact, I can come up with something that is more appropriate. Something that will be very painful, violating and humiliating; the same thing he bestowed upon your sister. I just think it would be better if I do it.”
I could see the anger in her eyes. “I want to cut off his freaking penis.”
My asshole puckered a little as I thought about having my dick sliced off. “Nice. I can add that to the mix. It’s your choice what you want to do, but I have a unique ability of coming up with some barbaric shit sometimes.”
She walked over and stood next to the bed. She glared at Chris with a look that I only see in the mirror. “I don’t know what to do, but I know I want this piece of crap to suffer.” She looked at me. “You’ve already done enough. I don’t want you to get in trouble for this.”
I laughed. “I’m an accomplice, too late. And I have already come up with an exciting idea.”
“Like what?”
“I saw some items downstairs that I can use.” I walked towards the door, then turned around. “I’m going to grab a few things from the garage.”
She held up the knife. “I have everything I need right here.”
I had been saying ‘I’ when referring to Chris’ demise to get her to go along with me doing it, but she was doing the same damn thing. “Why don’t you come with me so we can discuss it.”
“Have it your way.” She followed me out the door.
When we got in the garage, I picked up two softballs, then tossed one to her. “Find a net or something that we can wrap around these.”
“Okay.” She started digging through some boxes.
I had an idea of what I wanted to do, and everything I needed was in the garage; a water hose, a roll of duct tape, wire cutters, antenna from a car, awl, box cutter and a long rope. Missy had found the last item; a basketball goal net. I dumped the trash out of a forty-four-gallon trashcan, then put the items in it. When we got upstairs, I dumped the items on the bed, then looked at Missy. “You might want to wait in the kitchen. I can handle it from here.”
She looked at the items. “I can handle whatever you have planned.”
I walked over to the closet and grabbed a couple of metal clothes hangers. “I don’t think so.”
She had somewhat of a cocky look. “Softballs? Basketball net? It
looks like you’re going to play a game up here.”
“Ha ha. Glad to see you can have a sense of humor in a time like this. But seriously, some sick and twisted shit is fixin’ to happen to Mr. Rapist. Let me get him prepped, then you can come back up before the finale.”
She took a deep breath. “Okay, okay… I’ll be downstairs with Zeke.”
“You already named the dog?”
“Yep.” She walked out the door.
As she disappeared into the dark, I thought about how this chick was right up my alley; she was down with the shit and had a dark sense of humor to boot. What else could a deranged fucker like me ask for? I was now curious how she was going to react when it got real. I knew there was a chance that she was going to freak out and was even contemplating on backing off with the more sick and twisted shit, but when I looked at the rapist, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Even though he was still out, I injected him with another tranquilizer shot to ensure that he would remain asleep a little while longer. After I cut off his clothes, I removed the cuff from his left arm, leaving his right one secured to the headboard. Normally I wouldn’t be concerned about getting blood everywhere, but I had to worry about Missy being a suspect, so I took a shower curtain from the bathroom and slid it under him. I hadn’t really paid much attention to Chris up to this point. Now that he was sprawled out nude, I couldn’t help noticing he looked like a crack head. He was skin and bones and covered in tattoos. The tattoos were of poor quality and they were scattered all over his body with no rhyme or reason. He had the stereotypical, white trash facial hair (a thin mustache and a wannabe goatee that was thin and patchy). The fool was even sporting a freakin’ mullet. I laughed when I thought about his neighbors. I’m sure they loved having this kind of dipshit living next to them. If it wasn’t for his parents leaving him the house, he would probably be living in a trailer park.
Out of the blue Missy yelled out from downstairs. “Can I come up?”
I walked over to the top of the stairs. “Not yet.”
“What are you doing up there?”
“Having a flashback from the eighties.”
“Hurry up.”
“Yes ma’am.” When I came back in the room I wrapped the net around the softballs and tied it closed with one end of the rope. After I swapped out the razor blade in the box cutter, I sliced a ten-inch gash sideways across his belly. He was bleeding profusely, but I was able to slow it down with a powdered clotting agent. I took the car antenna and shoved it in his ass, purposely rupturing his colon, then pulled the end out of his open cavity. I took the other end of the rope and duct taped it to the antenna that was sticking out of his wound, then pulled it back out of his ass, pulling the rope out as well. When I had all the slack pulled out, I shoved the net and balls into his abdominal cavity, wiggling them around to get them deep inside and under some of his intestines. To close his wound, I took a clothes hanger and cut it into short pieces, then used them as sutures; it was barbaric and non-sterile, but he wasn’t going to make it out alive anyway. To make this a little more exciting, I decided to give him a fighting chance at survival; it would be a huge cost to him, but entertaining to me. First, I cut another clothes hanger into six-inch pieces. I wrapped his hand around his dick, then forced one of the wires between the bones in the side of his hand, out his palm, through the base of his dick, through the last joint of his pinky finger, then finished it off by twisting the ends together. I moved over about a half an inch and poked another wire through his hand, back through his dick above the other wire and through the last joint on his ring finger. I repeated the same thing with his other two fingers. To keep him from making a lot of noise, I took the awl and poked holes in his upper and lower gums between his teeth, then wired his mouth partially open. I did this so he could still talk, but not be able to let out a loud scream or shout for help.
His bed was running parallel with a wall that had a window that was facing to the backyard. I turned it ninety degrees. Now his feet were pointed towards the window and about three feet away. The trash can was going to play a large role in what I had planned and it needed to hang level. I cut off a four feet piece of rope and tied each end to the handles, forming an attachment point that would balance it. The rope hanging out of Chris’ ass was too long. I pulled it towards the window to get a measurement, added three additional feet, then cut off the slack. I took the end of the rope and tied it to the center of the rope that was tied to the handles of the trashcan.
Missy was getting impatient as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m coming up.”
I ran to the doorway. I was kind of panicking, knowing I had gotten carried away. “I’m almost done. I’ll come get you in a bit.”
“You okay? You sound strange.”
“I’m fine.”
I could hear her coming up the steps. My heart was racing. I contemplated on throwing Chris’ ass out the window to hide what I had done. I usually don’t second guess the shit that I do, but how was I going to explain this to Missy. I quickly walked into the hallway and met her at the top of the steps with a water hose and a roll of duct tape. “If you want, tape the end of this to the faucet in the bathroom.”
She shook her head and laughed. “I don’t even want to know. Just come get me when you’re done.” She turned and started back down the stairs.
I felt like a kid with a crush. She had me all tingly inside. Then I looked at the hose and thought, or maybe it was from what I was planning on doing to numb nuts. It was really hard to say. I am a sick fucker, I thought as I laughed to myself.
The last thing I needed to do was connect the hose between the faucet and trashcan. When that was done, I opened the window and hung the trashcan outside, then I injected him with adrenaline. The contraption was now complete. Chris had one hand cuffed to the bed, the other wired to his penis. The rope coming out of his ass was supporting the top of the trashcan just below the window seal. Only thing left now was keeping Missy from seeing it. She hadn’t been fazed by the night vision goggles or the guns, and she was handling the stress of doing something intense pretty well, but this was going to be a whole different story. I was really starting to dig this chick, but now that I had gone into vigilante mode, crossing some unthinkable boundary lines, I was worried that she would freak out.
She was sitting at the kitchen table hanging out with the dog as I walked up to her. “It turned out a little more gruesome than what I thought. You probably need to hang here and let me finish.”
She looked at me with a whatever expression. “I’m a nurse. I’ve seen plenty of disturbing stuff.”
“Nurse?”
“Yeah. I didn’t tell you that?”
“Nope.”
Her expression changed when the light from the refrigerator illuminated the blood on my hands. “What did you do?”
I looked down, feeling somewhat bad. “I… I let myself get out of control.”
She frowned. “You didn’t kill him, did you?”
“No.”
“Good. When he wakes up, he’s going to wish you had when I get done with him.”
“I don’t think so. He’s going to be plenty occupied with the shit that I’ve already done to his ass.”
She stood up. “Let’s go see what you’ve been up to. I really doubt it’s that bad.”
I didn’t say anything as I followed her up the stairs. As soon as she walked into the room and noticed Chris, she turned and glared at me. “What the hell!”
I shrugged my shoulders.
She walked over to the bed. “What did you do to his stomach?” She then noticed Chris’ hand was wired to his penis. “I don’t know what to say.” She looked at the rope. “There’s a rope coming out of his butt.” She looked back at me. “Do I even want to know what you were doing up here?”
I looked down. “Payback for your sister.”
“This isn’t what I had in mind.” She walked over to the window. “Yeah, I can see you’ve been busy.” She slightly tugg
ed on the rope that was stretched between his ass and the trashcan. She looked at the rope as it disappeared between his legs. “What’s in there?”
“Vigilante Ben Wa balls.”
She pulled on the rope a little harder. Chris started moaning. “Oh shit! He felt that.”
I walked over to him and checked his pulse. “Yeah, looks like the party is about to start.”
“I assumed it already had.”
I slid a chair out from a wall. “Chill for a bit. It might be a while before he’s fully conscious.”
She leaned against the wall. “You know this is some sick shit that you have done?”
I nodded. “Of course. I did it.”
She gave me a strange look. “You seemed as normal as the next guy, now you want me to have a front row seat to this gore fest, all calm and relaxed as if we’re at some play.”
“Hey, the fucker raped your sister. I felt this was appropriate.”
She nodded her head, agreeing. “It actually is. I was just caught off guard with the sadistic overtures.”
“I warned you.”
“Yes, you did.” She gave me a stare. “Are you some type of military interrogator?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Rational people don’t do this kind of stuff. There something you’re not telling me?”
Chris moaned out. “He’s coming to.” I opened one of his eyelids and looked at his pupil. “Good. He’ll be full of piss and vinegar here shortly. I was worried I gave him too much sedative.” I looked back at her. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten carried away. I should have just let you cut his throat.”
“I’m not judging you. I was just expecting something different.” She walked next to me. “The bastard looks like he’s going to get what he deserves.”
Chris opened his eyes, then tried to scream. I leaned over so he could see me. He was staring back at me with a confused look. I thumped him on the forehead. “Hey, fucknuts, see her.” I pointed at Missy. “Did you rape her sister?”
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