Kenneth was shaking his head. Not because Seth had mixed up the penises, but because he was carrying them around in his pocket. “I’m not even going to ask.”
Seth shrugged his shoulders. “What?”
“Nothing.”
Gary had been listening. “Please cut that thing off me.”
“What the fuck, dude? You’ve been bitching and moaning about not having one, now you’re wanting me to cut it off.”
“You’re fucking crazy! It’s not even mine. And if it was, you fucked it all up with that shit you put in it, you crazy piece of shit!”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to rip it off and shove it up your ass.” Seth walked over to the window, then tapped on the glass. When everyone looked, he held up Gary’s penis as he looked at Wayne. “Hey! I fucked up and sewed your dick on Gary. You can have his if you want.” Seth looked at it. “It’s bigger, so it’s a win-win on your part.”
Wayne was furious as he looked at his penis that was standing erect on Gary. He glared at Seth. “You’re a barbaric motherfucker!”
“Does that mean you don’t want it?”
“You’re going to pay for this.”
Seth shrugged his shoulder as he put the penis back in his pocket, then went back to Joe. “What do you want me to start with, your fangs or paws?”
Joe couldn’t move his head or body, but his eyes were chaotically looking around. “What?”
“Fangs or paws?”
“Oh my God! Please don’t hurt me!” He started crying. “Please have mercy. I’m sorry for what I’ve done.”
Seth injected him in the neck with the auto-injector.
Kenneth looked nauseated. “Why in the hell did you do that?”
“It’s to keep him from passing out to soon.”
“I know. But why in his freakin’ neck?”
Seth laughed. “You must be needle phobic.”
“A little. But that’s just sick.”
“Exactly.” Seth put a dental mouth spreader in Joe’s mouth, then cranked it open. “We’ll do your teeth first.” He took a Dremel tool with a cone-shaped cutting bit and started grinding his front teeth, shaping them into sharp points. Joe was screaming at the top of his lungs as Seth showed no mercy. When he was done with his top teeth, he began on his bottom. Joe was in so much pain that he was defecating and urinating on himself. When Seth was finished, Joe was on the verge of passing out. He patted him on the head like a dog. “It’ll be okay, boy, I’ll let you rest before the next part.”
Kenneth was shaking his head as he looked at Joe’s mouth. “Damn! That makes my teeth hurt.”
“Speaking of pain…” Seth looked over at Gary. “You ready for your dental contouring?”
He glared at Seth. “You’re not going to get away with this, you fucking psycho!”
Seth shoved his head into a vice, then started cranking it closed. Gary screamed as his skull cracked. When his eyes started bulging, Seth stopped. He inserted the mouth spreader, then cranked it open until his jaws started popping. Gary was in so much pain that he was letting out a continuous wail. Seth thumped him on the forehead. “Hush! I can’t hear myself think.”
Gary was trying to speak, but only gibberish came out.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying.”
“Ease ake e ain op illin e.”
“Dude, you sound fuckin’ retarded.”
Kenneth was shaking his head. “Damn, Seth! He’s probably got brain damage from the way you smashed the shit out of his head.”
“Naw, that’s not it. He’s just overreacting, like a little bitch.”
“You sure? Blood is running out of his ears.”
“Watch this.” Seth removed the mouth spreader.
Gary shouted, “Oh my God! Please stop hurting me! I beg you! I will….”
He shoved the spreader back in his mouth and cranked it open. He looked at Kenneth. “See, I told you he was overreacting.”
“Are you going to shape his teeth like you did Joe’s?”
Seth looked Gary in the eyes as he injected him in the neck. “You want your teeth done now, or would you rather have your paws done first?”
“Nawww! Naww! On’t ew eeth.”
“Paws it is.” Seth tied a tourniquet around his left elbow, then sliced through the tendons at his wrist with a knife, severing his hand. Gary screamed at the top of his lungs as Seth sewed the end closed. When he was done, he slid a handmade prosthetic dog paw over his stub, then sewed it to his skin.
Kenneth looked disturbed. “What the hell is that?”
Seth tossed him one of the dog paws. “I made them just for these assholes.”
Kenneth noticed the paw was made of wood with steel claws. It had a leather cuff attached to the top of it. Seth had sewn the leather part to Gary’s stub to hold it in place. “You have too much time on your hands, pal.”
“Or not enough.” Seth took a drill and ran two long screws through the bottom of the paw, making sure they went into bone.
Kenneth looked nauseated as he watched. “Damn, dude! Did you really have to do that? The stitches would have held it in place.”
Seth walked to Gary’s other side and started tying a tourniquet around his right elbow. “Stitches in the flesh can be easily torn out. The screws will ensure the paws will stay on.”
“Then why did you waste time stitching it in the first place?”
“Just for the fun of it.”
“Fun my ass.”
Seth looked into Gary’s eyes. “Tell Kenneth how much fun you are having.”
He was breathing heavy and could barely speak. “I an’t ake any or ain! Ease op urtin e!”
Seth laughed. “He said he’s having a blast.”
Kenneth shook his head. “I read that you did some crazy shit, but this is way beyond sick and twisted.”
“I know. Isn’t it fun torturing the shit out of scumbags?” Seth sliced off Gary’s hand, then sewed a paw into place. He looked at Kenneth. “Do you wanna run the screws into his stub? You have to put one in the radius and one in the ulna for the best holding power.”
“Naw, you can do it. You seem to like doing this shit.”
Seth drilled in the screws, then tossed the drill onto Gary’s crotch, racking him in the process. “I told you this was going to be disturbing.”
“I know, I know. I just didn’t know it was going to be this bad.”
Seth laughed as he tied a tourniquet around Gary’s right thigh. “You haven’t seen shit yet. I’m just getting started.” Seth looked at Jim, who was eavesdropping on the other side of the window. “Did y’all hear that, Jim? It’s going to get a whole lot worse than this.”
Jim walked back towards the others and started whispering to them.
Seth laughed. “Those conspiring fuckers are trying to think of anything they can to get out of this.”
“I’m sure, after seeing this shit.”
Seth started cutting through Gary’s knee with a hacksaw. He yelled over his screaming. “They haven’t seen shit yet.” As soon as Gary’s lower leg fell to the floor, Seth took a propane torch and started burning his stub. Gary was blowing snot bubbles and slobbering all over himself as his blood boiled. Flesh smelling smoke was engulfing the air as his screaming echoed in the room. When Seth was done, he pointed to a bag on the floor. “Grab me one of the larger paws.”
Kenneth pulled one out. It was twice the size as the one Seth had attached to Gary’s arms. He handed it to him. “You got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. You’re turning him into a damn dog, aren’t you?”
“You catch on quickly.” Seth sewed the leather cuff to Gary’s flesh, then ran some screws into his bone. He removed the tourniquet and put it on his other leg. “You wanna do this one?”
Kenneth shook his head. “No thanks. This is actually getting to be too much for me.”
He put the saw on Gary’s knee. “Don’t forget what these assholes did.”
“I haven’t. That’s
why I’m sticking around until it’s Brad’s turn.”
“Does that mean you’re going to get your hands dirty?”
Gary started shouting muffled curse words.
Seth struck him across the face with the saw. “Hush! I’m talking to my buddy.”
Kenneth nodded. “Yeah. That motherfucker is mine.”
“Cool.” Seth pointed to the window. “Speaking of the motherfucker, check him out.”
Kenneth laughed when he saw Brad. He was standing on the other side of the window staring back while pumping his fists. He looked angry. His entire body had been tattooed black, causing the whites of his eyes to stand out. “That’s some funny shit.” Kenneth ran the back of his thumb across his neck as he looked at Brad.
Brad threw him the finger as he shouted, “I’m going to kill your black ass!” The others quickly pulled him back.
Kenneth looked at Seth. “Can we do him next?”
“We can. But if we make him watch his little butt buddies get it first, it will make him more terrified when it’s his turn.”
“You think so?”
“One thing I’ve learned over the years is, there’s just as much pain in psychological torture as there’s with physical torture. If you save the physical shit for last after fucking with their heads, it will make it a lot worse.” Seth had already cut through Gary’s skin, but was taking it slowly as he barely sawed into his knee cap. “Just like how I’m procrastinating in sawing through his knee. I could go ahead and sever his leg with a few hard strokes, but if I take my time, it will make it more dramatic. Talking shit is also a must.” Seth pulled the blade out of the bloody gash and held it up as he looked at Gary. “What do you think? Should I whack your shit off quickly, or take my time?”
Gary had blown his voice box. All he could do was make muffled moans.
“Okay. I’ll take my time.” Seth started cutting again. When he got through his knee cap, he jabbed his knife between the two halves, then started cutting tendons, ligaments and muscles as he worked his way around the joint. When he almost had it severed, he took the lower part of his leg and started twisting it until he tore it in two.
Kenneth was shaking his head. “I’ve seen it all now.”
Seth tossed the leg onto the floor, then burned the end of the stub. Gary had passed out, so Seth laid the paw on his stomach, then walked over to Joe.
Kenneth followed him over. “Why didn’t you put the paw on?”
“He’s out.”
“So?”
“He wouldn’t be able to feel it.”
Kenneth laughed. “Of course.”
Seth looked at Joe. “You ready for your paws?”
Joe’s eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving.
“Oh cool, he’s unconscious. I guess I’ll go ahead and cut off his dick.” Seth jabbed his penis with the point of his knife.
Joe’s eyes opened wide as he mumbled. “Pease on’t ew it!”
“That’s what I thought, you sneaky bastard.”
“Ohhh, pease op urtin eee!”
Seth removed his mouth spreader. “I’m sick of your ramblings. Now what the fuck are you whining about?”
Joe worked his mouth around for a moment—the spreader had stretched his jaws and they were stiff. It was also the first time he was able to feel his teeth with his tongue. He noticed they were pointed and sharp. “Oh my God! What have you done to my teeth?”
“Be careful. You might cut your tongue.”
“Why in the fuck….?”
Gary started coming around. Seth held up a finger. “Hold that thought.” He went over to Gary. “Welcome back, sunshine.” As Seth stitched the cuff in place, Gary violently jerked around and hollered muffled and raspy pleas of mercy. He shouted louder as the screws penetrated his bones. Kenneth had a confused look. “Why is he freaking out so much? He didn’t act like this with his other leg.”
“The soreness has set in and his adrenaline rush has settled down, so it’s more painful.”
“That sucks for him.”
“Yep.” Seth went back to Joe. “You ready for your paws?”
“My mouth. It’s killing me. Please make it stop.”
“I’m going to give you something to really whine about if you don’t answer my question.”
“Please don’t hurt me anymore. I beg you.”
“Answer the fuckin’ question, asshole!”
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Seth loosened the vice. “Take a look at your pal over there.”
When Joe raised his head and looked at Gary, he noticed there was blood on the table and floor. Then he noticed the severed hands and lower legs laying in a pile. At first, he didn’t understand what was going on until he noticed the prosthetic paws. He started going crazy. “Oh shit! What have you done to him? You cut him apart. You killed him, you sorry bastard!”
Gary moved one of his arms. “Pease elp ee!”
Joe’s eyes got big. “Oh my God! He’s still alive!” He yelled to Gary. “Gary! Gary! I’m here! Don’t worry! I’ll get you some help!”
Seth held up a paw. “Now that you see what I’m talking about, are you ready for yours?”
He had a look of terror. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why are you doing this to us?”
“’Cause it’s fun.”
Kenneth was standing to the side with his arms crossed. “Because you sorry bastards get off on harming animals. You fucking abused them for your own amusement and monetary gain. They didn’t do shit to you. Your dogs loved you with unconditional love, and you treated them like they were nothing but dirt under your feet. You two fuckers deserve to be treated the same way.”
Seth laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I meant too.”
Joe looked at Kenneth. “I’m sorry for what Brad did to your dog. But I didn’t have anything to do with that.”
“Maybe not. But you have the same mentality as he does. All you fucking animal abusers do.”
Joe looked at Seth. “It’s illegal to do this to me. It’s cruel and unusual punishment. It’s against the law to do this. The constitution says so.”
“You’re a fuckin’ idiot. But regardless, what you did was wrong, so you’re going to pay the price.”
“Come on, man. Two wrongs don’t make a right.”
“Yeah, but one wrong doesn't make a right either. At least two wrongs will make me feel better.”
Kenneth laughed. “Of course, three lefts do make a right though.”
Seth sang, “If this is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.”
Joe became frustrated. “What’s wrong with you fuckers! Look what you did to my teeth! Look at Gary! And you have the audacity to make jokes!”
Seth laughed. “Audacity? That’s an awfully mighty big word for a thug.”
“Fuck off!”
“Apparently, Mr. Audacity got his feelings hurt.”
“Screw you, asshole!”
“You know what. I’ve decided not to cut off your hands.”
Joe’s eyes got big. “Really?”
“Really. Because you’re going to do it yourself, smartass.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy!”
Seth held up a propane torch. “If you don’t cut off one of your hands, I’m going to burn your dick off.”
Joe went nuts and started shouting, “Fuck you! Get the fuck away from me, you crazy son of a bitch!”
Seth released his hands, then tossed a knife onto his stomach. “Get to it, asswad.”
Joe tried to stick Seth, but his body was still strapped down, restricting movement. He started to cut a strap, but Seth hit the ignition trigger, lighting the torch, then started burning his face. Joe dropped the knife as he covered himself. “Please stop! Oh my God! Please stop burning me!”
Seth pulled back the flames. “Take off one of your fucking hands!”
“Okay! Okay! Please just don’t burn me anymore!”
“Shut the fu
ck up and do it!”
“I dropped the knife.”
“Then chew the motherfucker off.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re crazy. There’s no way I can do that.”
“Sure, you can, especially with those teeth I gave you.”
Joe just stared at Seth.
“I’m not telling you again.”
“Uh… I can’t.”
Seth lit the torch. “Say bye-bye to your pee pee then.” He moved the flame towards his crotch.
Joe started freaking out, covering his penis to protect it. The flames were burning the backs of his hands in the process. Slobber was running down his chin as he shouted for mercy. Seth pulled back the flame. “Pick a hand and get to chewing.”
“Please don’t….”
“This time I’m not stopping until you do it.” Seth started burning him again, causing the flames to billow all around his hands. His pubic hair caught fire and the air was engulfed with a rancid odor. The skin on the backs of his hands was bright red, and blisters were beginning to form. The pain was so intense he had no choice but to do what Seth asked. He sank his pointed teeth into his left wrist and started ripping off pieces of flesh. He was gagging and screaming at the same time, and his adrenaline rush was allowing him to overcome the pain as he tore himself apart.
Seth lit a cigarette using the torch, then laughed. “That’s right. Eat that motherfucker like a chicken drum.”
Kenneth felt sick. “Dude! This is freakin’ disgusting! It’s making me nauseated!”
“Then don’t look. And if you’re going to puke, do it on Joe’s face.”
When Joe had all the soft tissue removed, he started gnawing at his bones. His entire face, arms and chest were covered in blood. Seth got his attention. “Hold up! Just twist the fucker off.”
He glared at him with hate-filled eyes. “Fuck you!”
Seth knew he would bleed to death if he didn’t get the hand removed and the stub cauterized. He looked at Kenneth. “Hold his other arm.”
Seth grabbed his hand, then started twisting it. The only thing holding it in place was the cartilage between the bones and some tendons. After a few turns, his hand popped off at the wrist. Seth tossed the hand onto the floor, then started burning the stub. Joe was violently jerking around as he screamed, begged and cursed.
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