“I was just making sure you weren’t fucking off.”
“What does that mean?”
“I needed to know if you were actually making an effort to round up these assholes.” Seth walked to the next person, a short and fat Hispanic male with a bald head and long goatee. He noticed that he was covered in Latin King gang tattoos. “I recognize this punk also. He’s a habitual rapist like his buddy Scott over there.”
“Yep. This is Glen Aviles. Three-time rapist.”
“Hey, fuckhead.” Seth pointed towards Scott. “You know Scott over there?”
“Naw, dog.”
“Y’all didn’t play hide the snake with each other while in the pen?”
Glen just glared at Seth.
“I take it Mr. White Power wasn’t your type?”
“I told you I don’t know the motherfucker.”
“Yeah, he wouldn’t be easy prey like the women you’ve raped.” Seth looked at Elmer. “We need to let him and Scott have a death match when we’re done with them.”
“Like a brown on white thing?”
“No. More like a rapist on rapist thing. But the fact they are both haters would definitely spice it up.” Seth walked to the next person. He noticed she looked rough. She was older, around mid-fifties. Her dirty-blond hair was long and unkempt. “Looks like she’s been ridden hard and hung out to dry.” He looked at Elmer. “I’m glad to see you found Maryanne Franko.”
Elmer didn’t know anything about her besides her name and where she was living. “You were right about her living in Austin. So, what did she do?”
“She and her husband ran a foster home back in the late eighties and early nineties. They molested numerous kids over a ten-year period. He’s serving a life sentence. She just got out two months ago.” Seth handed Elmer an old news article about the Franko’s.
“Wow, this is old.”
“I’ve been waiting for her to get out of prison for a long time.”
Seth walked over to the man that had his penis ripped off. “Who’s dickless?”
“This is Chester. He’s a child rapist.”
“I remember ‘ol Chester the molester. It was big news a few years ago, how this piece of shit got off on a technicality.”
Chester was looking down. “You motherfuckers have ruined my life. Y’all are going to pay for this.”
Seth laughed. “There’s always one in the group that bitches and moans about their dick, or lack of.”
Elmer was a little aggravated as he looked at Seth, thinking how he had cut off his penis. “That’s not funny. I know how he feels.”
“It was your fault that happened, because you weren’t doing what you were told.”
“Yeah, but….”
Seth interrupted him. “Don’t start whining. I’m tired of hearing about it.”
“It wasn’t right.”
“At least you got it sewn back on.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed about it.” Elmer lifted his shirt, showing a scar. “And I’m still pissed about this too.”
“We’re not doing this again.” Seth walked away and stood in front of the group so everyone could see him. “You men are here because you are either a rapist or molester and will be paying the piper for your evil deeds. As far as the women, y’all are here because each of you have done an atrocious act against a child. I have prepared a special game for all of you that I feel is appropriate in serving justice to those you have harmed.”
Elmer was standing off to the side. He was still upset. “He’s been watching the Saw movies, so now he thinks he’s John Kramer.”
“Hey, smartass, I’ve been doing this way before that shit came out.”
Chester was glaring at Seth. “Game? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Elmer walked up. “This is Seth, the great and powerful. The one and only. The man among men. The boogieman of boogiemen; AKA, the Angel of Death.”
Seth shook his head. “I’ve told you to stop saying that kind of shit.”
Elmer laid his hand on Chester’s shoulder. “If you kiss his ass, he might grant you the privilege to have your dick sewn back on.”
Seth was getting irritated with Elmer’s attitude. “What the fuck has gotten into you today?”
“Sorry, boss. I guess I’m just one of those bitches that moans too much about what happened to their dick.”
“Don’t forget, I can cut it off again. In fact, I might give it to Chester since you two seem to be such great buddies.”
Elmer shook his head as he walked off.
Glen had a worried look. “Are you really the Death Angel dude?”
“The one and only, as Elmer put it.”
“What are you planning on doing to me?”
“Making you suffer in the most gruesome and sadistic way that a sick and twisted fucker like myself can conjure up.”
Everyone had been somewhat cooperating, most likely due to not knowing who Seth was. Now it was pure chaos. Each person was acting out in a different way. Some were cursing and making threats, some were begging, others were just freaking out. Seth motioned to Elmer as he stood off to the side pouting. “Get over here.”
He walked up. “What?”
Seth handed him a pair of pliers. “I want you to pull out everyone’s canine teeth.”
“Why?”
“For starters, because I said to.” He handed him a paper bag.
Elmer opened the bag. It was full of shiny steel rods. He pulled one out of the bag. It was about a quarter inch in diameter and about an inch-and-a-half long. One end was pointed and the other was barbed. It also had a slight curve. “What the hell are these for?”
“Custom made fangs.” He handed him a small jeweler’s hammer. “After you pull their teeth, you’re going to hammer those into their open sockets. The barbs will lock them into their bones. Also, make sure you put them in where they curve outwards. Otherwise they won’t be able to close their mouths. When you get done, each one will have four new fangs; two on top and two on bottom.”
Seth started to walk away as Elmer was standing there, dumbfounded. “Are you being serious?”
Seth stopped. “Yes. Get to it.”
“Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry about it. Go get your shit done.”
Seth went out to his truck.
Shish Kabob
A few minutes later Seth came back pushing a cart full of tools and parts. The inside of the building was filled with the sounds of agony. It seemed he had walked through a portal and into the depths of hell. There was begging, crying, moaning and screaming. Seth noticed Elmer was showing no mercy as he pulled teeth and drove in the rods. Glen was screaming at the top of his lungs as Elmer worked on him. Kim, Bruce, Lisa and Scott looked like werewolves—moaning and crying werewolves. Blood was dripping from their chins as their new fangs protruded out of their mouths.
While Elmer did his thing, Seth began mounting D-rings to the concrete floor with a cordless hammer drill and anchors.
Ten minutes later Elmer walked over to Seth. “I got all their teeth done.”
“Good.” Seth pointed to a duffle bag. “There are some heavy-duty zip ties in there. Go tie all the men’s hands behind their backs. And make sure you use several zip ties. I don’t want them getting loose.”
Elmer noticed Seth was securing chains and shackles to the D-rings that were mounted on the floor. “What are you doing?”
“What the fuck does it look like I’m doin’?”
“Are you planning on moving everyone over here?”
“Yeah, once you get them ready. Now go tie ‘em up.”
A few minutes later shouting and cursing broke out. Seth noticed Elmer was struggling with Chester as he tried to secure his arms. Chester was chaotically hitting, slapping and grabbing at him like a crazed maniac. Elmer became frustrated and started punching him in the face. After a few blows, Elmer screamed out, then came running over to Seth while holding his hand. “Oh my God!
I accidently punched one of his fangs and gashed open my knuckle.”
Seth shook his head. “That was fucking stupid. Why in the hell would you punch him in the face with the grill he’s sporting?”
Elmer was panicking. “What should I do?”
“It’s just a cut. Chill out.”
“He might have AIDS or something.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did, considering he’s a pervert. Or at least herpes. Maybe even hepatitis.”
“This isn’t funny. I need some alcohol or something.”
“You’ll be fine. Stop wasting time and get back over there and finish the job.”
“If I get some fucking disease, it will be your fault.”
“How do you figure that?”
“You told me to tie their hands behind their backs. I couldn’t do that without unchaining their arms. You knew I was going to have to fight with these assholes in the process. I think you did that on purpose.”
“No one told you to fight with the bastard. That’s your fault.”
“What the fuck would you have done?”
“Schools out. Go figure it out.”
Elmer was angry. He picked up a hammer from the floor and cracked Chester in the head, knocking him unconscious. After he tied him up, he did the same thing to the others. When he was done, he tossed the hammer on the floor by Seth’s feet. “How do ya like them apples?”
“About as much as you’re going to like what’s in there.” Seth pointed to a box.
Elmer opened it and noticed it was full of long metal rods that were connected to electrical cords. He pulled one out. The rod was about eight inches long and about the same diameter as a pencil. One end was pointed and a cable was attached to the other end. The rod had tiny barbs that faced away from the pointed end. “What the hell is this?”
“A heating element.”
“And what are these for?”
“Weenie roasting.”
“Huh?”
“You’re going to shove one of those in everyone’s dick for motivational purposes.”
“You’re nuts. I’m not fondling their junk.”
“Not only are you going to do it, but you’re going to wait until they’re awake.”
“I’m not doing it.”
“Fuck if you’re not.” Seth noticed Glen was waking up. He pointed at him. “And you can start with him. Now get your ass over there before I stick one in you.”
Elmer was angry as he knelt in front of Glen. “Can I use some gloves?”
Seth walked up and stood behind him. “No. And by the way. I want you to stick the tip of the rod into his piss hole, poke through his urethra, then force it down the center of his dick.”
Elmer looked nauseated. “What?”
“That’s right. You’re not going to simply shove it down his piss tube, but down the center of his dick just the way you would do a hotdog on a stick.”
“That’s fucking sick.”
Glen was now fully conscious. He was staring down at Elmer. His fangs were making him slur his words as he shouted, “Get the fuck away from me, motherfucker! I will fucking kill you if you touch me.” He looked like an angry vampire hanging on the wall.
Elmer glared up at him. “You’re awful cocky for someone in your predicament.”
Seth laughed. “Especially for someone with such a short dick. You know you’re going to have to stretch the shit out of it to get the whole rod in.”
Elmer shook his head. “Seriously?”
“Get to it, pal. We don’t have all night.”
Glen started moving his hips around. “Keep your fucking hands away from me, you fucking freak!”
Elmer grabbed his dick and jerked it. “Shut the fuck up, asshole.”
“Let go of my dick!”
Elmer started pulling on it as if he was playing tug-of-war. Seth shouted over Glen’s screams. “Don’t rip it off!”
Elmer let go and looked up at Seth. “Make up your damn mind. Do you want it stretched or not?”
“I don’t want you tearing it off.”
Horror overcame Glen when he looked down at his penis. It was three times its normal length and covered in blood. Elmer had torn the outer skin in several places and ruptured some veins. “Oh my God! Look what you’ve done to my fucking dick!” He glared at Elmer. “You sorry motherfucker! I’m going to kill you for this!” He looked at Seth. “You’re also fucking dead! You motherfuckers aren’t going to get away with this.”
Seth lit a cigarette and took a long drag, then blew smoke at him. “Shut the fuck up. You’re not in any position to make threats, numb-nuts.” He looked at Elmer. “Shove that rod in and move on down the line. The other assholes are waking up.”
Elmer grabbed Glen’s penis and pulled on it. He stuck the sharp tip of the rod into the hole, then shoved it in, tearing through the urethra. Glen screamed at the top of his lungs as Elmer twisted and pushed on the rod, forcing it deeper and deeper. When Elmer had five inches of the rod in he looked at Seth. “I think that’s as far as it will go.”
“I want it all the way.”
“His dick isn’t that long. Do you want me to stretch it more?”
“No. Just shove it on through. The end will be in his pelvic region.” Seth thought for a moment. “Actually, angle it upwards as you push. Maybe we can stick the end of it through his prostate.”
Elmer shook his head. “Where do you come up with this shit?”
“It’s a gift.”
“You’re freakin’ sick, you know that?”
“Thanks.”
Glen was foaming at the mouth and moaning as Elmer shoved in the last three inches. When Elmer was done, Seth pointed to the electrical cord. “Take the end of the cord and plug it into the switchboard by the car battery.”
As Elmer stretched out the cord, Glen had tears running down his face as he looked at Seth. He could barely speak and his voice was raspy from screaming as he said, “Why have you done this to me?”
“Let’s not play dumb. We’ve already went over who did what.”
“But I didn’t kill anyone. I don’t deserve this.”
“You’re right. You deserve a lot more. But don’t worry, that’s coming up later.”
“You have no right to do this to me. This is cruel and unusual punishment. I have rights.”
“Save me the liberal bullshit. You didn’t have any concern for your victim’s rights when you were raping them.” Seth looked at Elmer. “You got the cord connected yet?”
“Yep.”
“Flip the switch. I wanna see if it works.”
He flipped a switch. “Okay. It’s on.”
Glen had a grimace of terror. “Oh shit! My dick is starting to get hot. What are you doing?”
“Something you’re going to consider even more cruel and unusual.”
“Oh my God! I can feel my insides burning.”
“Hopefully that’s your prostate cooking.”
“Please turn it off! I’m begging you!” The pain became so intense that he started vomiting and screaming at the same time. Seth looked at Elmer and motioned for him to turn it off. He looked at Glen. “That was just a sample of what’s going to happen if you don’t cooperate.”
Tears were running down Glen’s face. “Please don’t do that again. I will do whatever you ask.”
Seth looked at the other men. “Just so y’all know, the heating element was just starting to heat up. It will cook your dick from the inside out if left on longer.” Seth looked at Elmer. “Go ahead and get the rest of the heating elements installed so we can get this shit started.”
Elmer walked up to Chester. “What about this fucker? He doesn’t have a dick.”
“Just shove it into his snatch.”
Chester shouted, “Screw you, motherfucker!”
“I changed my mind. I want you to stick the rod through his nut sack.”
Chester was so angry that his body was red. “I hope you get lung cancer and die a painful death, you
piece of shit!”
“And make sure you pierce both of his testicles. I want to see if they will explode when the heating element boils his nut juice.”
Elmer was shaking his head as he looked at Chester. “Shut up, you stupid fucker! It’s only going to get worse if you keep opening your mouth.”
“Fuck him. And fuck you!”
Elmer was confused. “What the fuck is wrong with him? Why is he acting this way?”
“Because he’s in don’t-give-a-shit mode.”
“What is that?”
“It happens sometimes when a person loses all hope, knowing they have no control over their destiny. Acting out is all they have left. And being a pervert without a dick is like a pianist without fingers, so I’m sure he feels useless now.”
“Oh.”
Chester spit at Seth. “Screw you, bitch! And fuck your stupid pianist analogy. You can shove that up your ass.”
Seth pulled out a knife and sliced Chester in the pubic region a few inches below his belly button. He reached into the gash and started pulling out veins. Chester was shouting, “You’re fucking killing me! Please stop! It feels like you’re ripping out my insides. Please stop!”
Seth kept pulling out veins and other cords until two dark red, oblong balls came popping out. Chester had a horrified expression as he looked down. “Oh my God! What are those?”
“Your nuts.”
Elmer looked confused. “No way.”
Seth reached back into the gash, then pulled his empty sack into his pelvic area, turning it inside out.
Elmer noticed what he had done. “Why in the hell did you do that?”
“So he will have two pussies.”
Elmer looked nauseated. “That’s freakin’ gross.”
Chester became angry. “You’re a sorry motherfucker!”
Seth took a heating element and shoved it through his testicles, then held it out to show Elmer. “Check it out. Looks like a shish kabob.”
Even though Chester was in a lot of pain, he was not backing down. “You’re going to pay for this. Even if you kill me, someone will find out what you did. They’re going to give you the chair for this, you fucking piece of shit.”
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