“I can’t believe this is happening to me.” He glared at Kenneth. “This is your fault!”
He felt bad. “I’m so sorry. If there was something I could do, I would.”
Barry started crying.
Seth put the ultrasound back in its box. “Dude, I was just fucking with you. Your balls are fine.”
He wiped away his tears with the back of his hands. “Are you serious? I’m fine?”
“You’re going to be sore as fuck, but yeah.”
Missy tossed him an icepack. “You better put that on them before they swell up like a bouncy ball.”
Wyatt was still holding his pistol. “When are we going to continue the game?”
Kenneth didn’t feel like playing anymore. “I’ve lost interest.”
Wyatt laughed. “That’s ‘cause your guy sucks.”
Seth handed Wyatt a large hunting knife. “Go find them and put ‘em out of their misery.”
Missy interrupted. “I want to do it.”
Wyatt looked at her. “Why?”
“Because they don’t deserve a mercy killin’. I want to make them suffer.”
Seth knew why she wanted to do it—each of them had either harmed a woman or child, and Missy despised humans that preyed on the weak. “I’ll go with her. There’s no reason for y’all to stay here.” He looked at Wyatt. “Do you think you can fly solo?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Seth pulled a page from his folder and handed it to him. “If you want, you can take Missy’s truck to Brownsville and pick up Mary Gomez.”
He looked at the paper. It contained the woman’s information and her photo. “I’ll try my best.”
“If you don’t feel comfortable, it’s alright to blow her off.”
He handed Kenneth a folder. “You can head to Houston. When you get there, contact Joe by calling the number reordered in the file. He already has the scumbags stashed in a cargo trailer.”
“Is Houston going to be like San Antonio?”
“No. I trust Joe.”
“Okay.”
He considered the time shown on watch. “It’s almost 10 AM. It shouldn’t take too long to finish up here, then we’ll head that way.”
“Sounds good.” Kenneth and Wyatt ambled out the door.
Barry slid off the table. He could barely walk but headed for the door. Seth yelled at him. “Where are you goin’?”
“I wanna go with them.”
“You’re fuckin’ naked.”
He grabbed a trench coat off a hook by the door. “I got it covered.”
“Your ass is burned. You’re not going to be able to sit in the truck.”
“I’ll figure it out.” He limped out the door.
Seth realized Missy was looking at the files on the scumbags. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing what they did so I’ll have an idea how to fuck them up.” She flipped a page. “Here it says Jeffery killed his girlfriend with a golf club. Do we have one?”
“Yep.” Seth dug through a cabinet, pulled out a nine-iron and laid it on the table next to her.
“Good.” She flipped a few pages. “William stabbed an elderly woman to death with a knife during a home burglary.”
Seth tossed a knife on the table.
“Do you have something bigger?”
He holstered the knife and pulled a Bowie knife out of a drawer. “Will this work?”
She perceived the blade to be about sixteen-inches long. “Fuck yeah!”
He placed it on the table. “What’s next?”
“I’ll need some rope.”
He set some on the table. “What else do you need?”
“Rodney shot a woman when he was stealing her purse, so I’ll just use the Ruger on him.”
Seth laid the pistol and box of incendiary rounds on the table.
She raged as she continued to look through the files. “What the fuck is wrong with these bitches? Amanda drowned her baby and Megan left her eleven-month-old son on the side of the road.” She thought for a moment. “I need a machete.”
Seth placed one on the table. “Nice collection you’re getting together.”
She flipped a few more pages. “Now this fucker, Marcus, pisses me off. He raped an elderly woman during a home invasion. I’ll use the machete on him too.” She continued looking through the files. “Deanna killed her two children when she wrecked her car while fucked up on drugs. She didn’t have them buckled in, and they were crushed under the car when it rolled. I need something that will crush a skull.”
“I have a sledgehammer.”
“The head of it’s too small. I need something that will flatten the entire skull at once.”
“I can probably make something.” Seth showed Missy some weightlifting plates. “I can weld a bar to one of these.”
She pointed to a forty-five-pound plate. “I want two of those welded to it.”
“You won’t be able to lift that.”
“I know. But you can.”
Seth stacked one plate on top of the other, welded them together, and then welded a long tamper bar to them. He set the contraption on a two-wheel dolly. “Anything else?”
“Nope.” She holstered the pistol, then picked up the box of ammo, rope, Bowie knife, machete and golf club. “Let’s go.”
When they exited the RV she looked around. “Where’s William?”
Seth pointed. “Hiding in the bushes.”
She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out. “Get out here, you little fucker!”
William, crying, was spattered and coated with mud and leaves. His body covered in numerous charred holes, he had torn the stitches from his mouth yelling and screaming in agony. “Please don’t hurt me!”
“Shut the fuck up!” She tied a rope around his neck. “Let’s go!”
William followed Missy and Seth through the woods. He had to cover his eyes as he walked; otherwise, he continuously lost his balance and almost fell many times. Several hundred yards ahead, they came upon Amanda and Jeffery. Jeffery was on his knees behind Amanda. The doggy-style position restricted their movement and didn’t allow them to get very far. Missy handed Seth the rope tied to William’s neck, and then proceeded to them with the machete. “You fuckers ready to die a slow and painful death?”
They both looked at her with confused expressions.
“I’m not asking again.”
Jeffery raised his hands. His lips were swollen from where he had torn out his stitches. “Please don’t do….”
She swung the machete as hard as she could. The blade impacted Amanda’s buttocks, cutting off a large slab of muscle, and in the process, severing Jeffery’s penis. Amanda and Jeffery both stumbled to the ground screaming. Missy struck Jeffery in the head with the dull side of the machete, knocking him unconscious. Amanda was crawling away like a wild animal trying to escape as Missy walked up to her. “Hey, bitch! Where do you think you’re going?”
She rolled over onto her back and held her hands out. “Please don’t kill me! I haven’t done anything to you!”
“I’m sure your baby was thinking the same thing as you drowned her.” She swung the blade, severing half of Amanda’s fingers.
Blood was squirting out of her stubs as she waved her arms around. “Oh my God! Please stop!”
Missy swung again, cutting off Amanda’s right hand. The third time she swung, the blade chopped off her left arm just below the elbow. Missy showed no mercy as she started hacking her legs into pieces.
Seth leaned on a tree and smoked a cigarette as he watched the savagery of Missy’s fury. The blade was slinging blood all over the trees and ground and covering Missy from head to toe in the proverbial blood bath.
When Amanda weakened from blood loss, Missy caressed the side of her face with the bloody blade. “Let me know what it’s like drowning, bitch!” She shoved the blade into her mouth and started twisting it, cutting large gashes in the back of her throat. Amanda’s eyes were huge and her body shook vi
olently as she choked on her own blood. She turned on her side to let the tide of blood stream from her mouth as she fought for each breath.
Missy saw that Jeffery was reawaken. She went over to him and shoved the blade through his abdomen and into the ground, pinning him on his back. He grimaced in terror as he tried to remove the blade. “Oh fuck! Why did you do this? Please get this out!” He noticed she was holding a golf club. “What are you going to do with that?
“It’s payback time.”
“Payback? You already cut off my dick, you fucking bitch!”
“Lay your right arm on the ground.”
“Fuck you!”
She struck him in the face, breaking his nose. “I said stick out your fucking arm!”
His face was covered in blood as he screamed. “Oh my God! Please….”
She struck him again, breaking most of his front teeth. “Do it, asshole!”
He was shaking as he laid his arm on the ground. “Why are you doing this? I don’t even know you!”
“Make a fist.”
He balled up his hand. “I’ll do whatever you want if you don’t hurt me anymore!”
She stood in a golfer’s stance and started taking practice swings at his fist. “You better not move.” She swung the golf club as hard as she could, but he jerked his arm back at the last moment. “You motherfucker!” She took the club and started beating his arms and legs, breaking bones. Jeffery was in a massive amount of pain as he lay on the ground howling.
Missy stretched his arm out and returned to her stance. “Ball up your fist.”
He could barely talk. “I can’t! You’ve fucked up my arm really bad!”
“I’ll fuckup your ass if you don’t.”
He wailed as he closed his hand.
She started taking practice swings. “I would suggest you don’t move this time.”
He closed his eyes. “I’m begging you not to do this!”
“Open your fucking eyes. I want you to watch.”
“Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything to you.”
“Because you didn’t have a problem killing your girlfriend with a golf club, so I shouldn’t hear any complaints. And you better watch or I’ll do something even more fucked up to you.”
“Please listen! I didn’t kill Sarah! I was framed!”
“I know. All you fuckers are innocent.” She swung the golf club as hard as she could. Jeffery closed his eyes and screamed as the face of the club struck his hand, the impact shattering most of the bones in his fingers and almost severing his thumb. He vomited from the intense agony resulting from the impact of the golf club.
“Hold your thumb up like your hitchhiking.”
“If you’re going to kill me, just do it!”
“I’m not telling you again!”
He knew she would only hurt him worse if he didn’t do it, so he held his thumb out. “You’re a sorry bitch!” He ranted and raved as he was overcome by anger. She had already taken his manhood and tortured him, and he knew he was going to die no matter how much he begged. “And I hope you get the needle for this.”
“Fore!” She swung the club. His severed thumb flew through the air, disappearing into the woods.
Seth laughed. “Remind me not to play against you.”
Jeffery glared at him. “I hope you get the needle too, you fucking piece of shit!”
Missy walked to his other side. “Hold your thumb up.”
“Fuck you, bitch!”
She started beating his torso, working him over good. The sound of ribs breaking could be heard with each blow. He screamed in agony, “Okay, Okay! I’ll do it!”
When he put his thumb out, she knocked it off with the first swing. She walked to his feet and started knocking off his toes. Jeffery pleaded and screamed in harmony as she mutilated his feet. The broken bones in his legs prevented him from moving, and as much, he had no choice but to endure the pain. When she was finished, she picked up a rock and stuck it under his ball sack to hold it up. He was horror-stricken as she commenced taking practice swings at it. “Oh fuck! You can’t do this! I’m sorry for what I did! You’ve already gotten me back! Look at me! You’ve fucked me up good enough!”
“I’ll let you know when I’ve fucked you up enough.”
He wanted to fight back, but he couldn’t move due to the machete in his abdomen and all the broken bones in his limbs. “Please have mercy! I’ll do whatever you….”
She hit his sack so hard, it exploded into a cloud of blood. Pieces of ravaged flesh covered a group of bushes located a few yards away. In the distance, the sound of small tree limbs and twigs could be heard snapping as Jeffery’s testicles struck them.
Missy pulled the machete out of his body and looked at Seth. “Let’s go find the others.”
Seth noticed Amanda was still fighting to breathe. “She’s still alive.”
“Fuck her. She can drown slowly on her blood.”
“What about Jeffery?”
She dragged Jeffery over to an ant bed, leaving him to be devoured by the ants. “Let’s go.”
Death Erection
A short distance away, they found Deanna and Marcus on the ground. They were desperately trying to get up, but since they were sewn in the sixty-nine position, it was next to impossible. Missy tied William’s rope to a tree. “Let’s just leave them here and go find Rodney and Megan.”
Seth knew they could have traveled a long way since they were in the missionary position. “No telling where they could be at. Their position is the least awkward of the group and a hell of a lot less painful.”
Missy laughed. “The dumb fuckers are right there.” She pointed.
Seth noticed they were hiding in some bushes. Rodney took off running when he realized they had been spotted. Seth sprinted over and brought them back.
Missy handed Seth the rope. “Tie everyone up and separate them.”
When he was done, Missy stood over them with the machete in one hand and the knife in the other. “Who wants to go first?”
They were all mumbling unrecognizable words through their stitches.
Missy smiled. “Cool. Marcus said he wants to go first.” She held up the machete. “You ready for some lovin’?”
He was shaking his head as he mumbled, “No, no, no!”
She flipped him onto his stomach. “Everyone knows, no means no, but no must mean yes to you since you raped that old woman. And I know she said no. So, since you said no, which means yes in your book, here we go.” She shoved the machete into his ass, burying it all the way to the handle. He tore his stitches loose screaming at the top of his lungs as she fucked him with the blade, twisting it as she stroked him. He had to endure the pain and couldn’t fight back since his arms and legs were tied up.
Within seconds, the blade had completely ravaged his anus, rectum and internal organs. Feces, blood and pieces of intestines were pouring out the gaping hole in his rear-end. When the blade started flopping around inside him as if nothing remained intact, she pulled it out. She flipped him over and wiped the blade off on his chest. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
He was in so much pain he just wished he would die. “Please kill me!”
She reached down and grabbed a hold of his ball sack. His eyes popped open wide. “Please don’t hurt me anymore! Just kill me and get it over with!”
“Hold your horses. I still have to get you back for burglarizing the old woman’s home.” She stuck the blade of the Bowie knife into his ball sack.
“Oh fuck! What are you doing?”
“Burglarizing your fucking jewels, asshole.”
“Please don’t! I’m begging….”
She sliced them off, and deciding to give them back, tossed the severed organ onto his stomach. “I’ll be back later for that dick.” She walked over to William with the Bowie knife.
Seth was still standing next to Marcus as he lay sobbing. “Do you want me to finish him off?”
“Fuck him! Ju
st let him stew awhile in his shit.” She stabbed William in the thigh with the knife and he immediately collapsed.
He was horrified as he held his wound. He was seeing Missy upside-down due to his eyes being rotated. “Oh my God! Please don’t do this! I just want to go home!”
“I’m sure the old woman that you murdered would like to go home too.”
He started crying. “That was an accident!”
Missy was caught off guard with his comment. “Accident? What the fuck? Did you trip and accidently stab her eighteen times on your way to the ground?”
“I’m being serious!”
She stabbed him in the leg. “Oops. That was an accident too.”
He let out a wail. “Please stop! I didn’t mean to do it!”
She stabbed him in the arm. “I didn’t mean to do that either.”
“Please stop stabbing me! It’s not what you think!”
She stuck him in his other arm. “I didn’t think anything of that.”
He got angry as he realized Missy was messing with him. “Stop fucking stabbing me!”
She sliced him across the chest. “Is that better?”
“You fucking bitch!”
She cut off his penis and balls. “Now you’re a bitch.”
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you did that! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
“You wanna be killed?” She started stabbing him all over his body, purposely maintaining distance from his vital organs so he’d live longer. He was screaming and begging for mercy as she ravaged him. When she became tired, she jabbed the knife into the right side of his chest, leaving it in place.
William started having difficulty breathing. “Oh fuck! You stabbed my lung! Please help me! I don’t want to die!”
“I’m sure the woman you murdered didn’t either.” She walked over to Deanna with the machete. “How would you like to die?”
Deanna was glaring at her and yelling muffled curse words. She didn’t have the look of fear as the others did.
“I have to hear this.” Missy cut the stitches between her lips.
Deanna was furious how she had been mistreated by strangers. “You’re a sick bitch! You’re going to pay for this!”
“I have something special for you, but first I’m going to use it on Marcus so you’ll know what’s coming your way soon.” Missy looked at Seth. “Grab that thing you made and take it over to him.”
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