torture

Trigger warning. Gore, gruesome detail, and yk, not good stuff overall.

I stood acrossed the street from him, the person i hated the most. I held my rope tightly, and I ran forward, the rain heavy, making this moment all the more interesting. I get to them, and slam my fist into their jaw, sending them sprawled back.

He hadn't noticed my rapid approach, acting like a hopelessly clueless lamb, "Hey there, pig. How you doing?" He looked up at me, eyes wide before smirking and standing up, "Look at the little squirt." He chuckled, but I quickly smashed a bottle against his head making him reel back.

He looked at me his face filled with anger, I hold the broken, now very sharp bottle in front of me, grinning a smile ive never felt was true, until now, "Get on the ground, you fucking lamb." I felt my words come out, loud, and not that normal forced higher pitch."

He laughed, "Is that new voice supposed to scare me?" I shook my head, and stabbed his arm with the bottle, and he screamed, slamming his fist into my head.

I flew to his left, and cackled, i didn't feel the pain, i just wanted to tie him up, and take him home so i could make him feel what i felt. I sprinted at him, laughing manically and slammed my fist into his face, my knuckles being sliced open from his teeth, I only cackled harder, the pain making me feel even more alive.

He fell backwards, slamming into the cracking concrete, worn from time. I slammed my heel into his face, "Am I such a squirt now?!" I yelled at him, He chuckled, "Is that the best you've got?" He looked up at me, his eyes filled with defiance and hatred, almost equal to mine.

I cackled, "Not even close!" I kick his stomach, making him chuckle as he stood up. I was half his size, but I was determined. I grabbed the rock from out of my pocket, and slammed it into his skull.

He collapsed immediately. For some reason the adrenaline allowed me to pick this pile of flesh up, and carry it to my own house. I threw him onto the floor, tying him up by his wrists, and ankles. tying his arms to his sides

I chuckled, and threw him onto the couch. I walked into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror, I hadn't realized I was smiling the entire time, and i looked insane. I knew I wasn't though. Anyone would do this.

I walked back to the living room, where he was squirming, I chuckled, "So pathetic, letting a man half your age capturing you, letting them put you through hell itself. What are you? Some narccisistic fucking massochist? You're about to suffer more than anyone ever has.

I slapped him across the face, laughing, "Oh I'm gonna have so much fun with you." I grab him by the hair, pulling him off the couch, and down the hall, hearing him screaming the entire time. I drag him into my soundproofed room, i felt my cheeks beginning to ache from my incessant grin.

I threw him in, and grabbed my needles, "How about some, acupuncture?" I was a doctor, and i smuggled the biggest needles that were used on the most ill, patients, the ones with std's hiv, aids, that kind of thing.

I looked at him, his eyes wide. I turned back to the needles, an grabbed the one that would knock him out for the shortest time, "Stay still, this wont hurt too much." He tried to wriggle, but I stabbed the needle into his chest, and pushed all of it out.

Within a minute, he was subdued. I picked him up, and slammed him onto the table, before cutting the first ropes, and re-tying him up, like a star. I made sure there was no way for him to move his limbs.

I sat in the chair, waiting for him to wake up, and when he finally did. I stood up as quickly as i could, "So, ready for part one of a million?" I asked, sarcastically, "No? Well thats too bad." I slammed my fist onto his thigh, right above his knee, making him cry out in pain.

"Oh whats wrong? Does that hurt?” I asked mockingly, chuckling whilst I mocked him. I slammed my fist down once more, and then again, and again, and again until my fist began to hurt, “Don’t worry, the fun’s just begun.” I chuckled, grabbing one of the needles, something that would make his nerves, a tad more sensitive.

I chuckled while I walked back up to him, slamming the needle into his arm, being rough on purpose, I flooded his muscle with this drug, making him scream, and his arm bruise. He began to scream for help, at the top of his lungs, his face contorted with fear.

I chuckled, “Scream all you want, no one can hear you. I sound-proofed the entire house, especially this room.” He sobbed, crying out “No, No No No NO NO” Over and over again, I had to strain to keep my laughter down. I grabbed my gloves, which I had attached many tiny metal scraps to the palm of it. I walked over to him, and slapped his chest, making him scream as hundreds of tiny little holes appeared on his body.

I ripped his shirt off, looking at all the skin to destroy. I grabbed him by the throat with my ungloved hand, “How do you like the start of the fun?” He couldn’t breathe, his face going red. I let him go, and punched his chest, “It’s really amazing, how much muscle you have, it’ll protect you for quite some time. Until i carve deep enough to get past it.”

I chuckled, the sound pleasant in my own ears.I grabbed his arm, and scratched my palm across the bicep, making him cry out, begging me to let him go. Saying “Please, let me go, I’ll do anything!” Over and over again, only being paused by the screams of pain. I slapped him across the face, making him bleed slowly.

“God, this is gonna be so. Much. Fun.” I punched his stomach, making him scream. I went to my desk, and grabbed my clothe scissors, intending on taking his pant legs off, without revealing his unmentionables. I did, but I made sure to cut him in the process. I saw the bruise above his knee forming, and I grinned.

“You know how they say, “Karma will get you?” this is that Karma.” I said, with a hint of hatred. I looked at my desk of wonders. I grabbed a pen, and walked back to him. I grinned and stabbed the pen into his arm, barely breaking the skin. I then dragged it down his arm, making a long line of indentation, then i carved over it again, and again, and again, until he started bleeding.

He screamed the entire time, tears beginning to dot his eyes, “Oh, is the poor little cunt-bag gonna cry?” I asked with a mock sadness I watched as he attempted to escape from his outstretched prison and i shook my head while slamming my fist into the side of his chest, making him gasp out, clearly winded. I slammed my fist right next to his head, making him flinch, “Oh. You’re scared now! This is good.”

I began cackling right over him, his eyes widening. I walked over to the desk, and grabbed my barbed wires. Putting my gloves on. I walked back over to him, and said, “Be still if you wish to stay unharmed.” Although it was a lie, he believed it. I wrapped the barbed wire around his arms, and his legs, and then his chest, making it so whenever he flexed, or breathed, he would be stabbbed.

I made sure to get the bared wires that would stab him at any angle. He took a breath, and winced. So i slammed my fist onto his chest, right where the barbed wire was, making it stab into his flesh, making him scream even louder, “Thats right, bitch. Scream for me.” I then grabbed a fork, and jammed it itno his calf, making him roar in pain.

He looked pathetic, hopless, and traumatized, which made me grin in joy. I then grabbed a pencil, sharpened, and stabbed him in the thigh. Making sure they went deep, but never getting removed, so he wouldn’t die nearly as quick.

I grinned, grabbing a rag, and soaking it in water. I dropped it, spread out over his face and nose, hearing him struggle, watching the barbed wire stab into his muscles as he flexed in panic.I waited for 30 seconds, removing the rag, watching him gasp for air. I chuckled, “Its swimming time, bitch.” I slapped the rag onto his face again.

This time i waited for 45 seconds to remove the rag, I spoke during those seconds, “You know, I warned you this would happen if you chose to do it. If you chose to rape my wife, assault her.” I removed the rag, looking him dead in the eyes, no longer smiling.

“I promised you this would happen, Ted. But did you listen? No.” I grabbed his nose with my gloves, and tightened my grip as much as i could, before yanking it up, tearing his mose off in a bloody disgusting mess. I chuckled, “Better swallow that blood if you want to live.”

I knew that he could choke on his own blood and die. I dropped the nose onto my desk, and chuckled, “Oh, you’re gonna suffer, but you just might live. If I feel nice.” I turned back to him, my eyes burning softly from keeping them open, not blinking, as I wanted to see every single second of him writhing in pain.

I grabbed my sandpaper, and walked up to him, I slanted the table up, making it so he was upright, hanging by his wrists. I grabbed his arm with the sandpaper in hand, and dragged it down to his shoulder, making it feel slightly uncomfortable to him, he called out, “Help!” In response, i grabbed his lipss with the sand paper, and pulled, I made sure to get the most gritty sandpaper possible.

He screamed, his lips immediately beginning to spot with blood, “Don’t be so loud, someone won’t hear you anyways. All you’ll do is hurt yourself.” I couldn’t manage to finish the sentence without cackling wildly.

“Oh you’re so pathetic, these ropes are so thin, even I could break through them!” I yelled out, lying, but obviously looking confident enough he believed me, I cackled, slamming my fist into his chest, and laughing in his face, blood dripping down his lips, onto his chest. I was relishing in his pain.

But what to use next? I wondered, and then i asked, “Pliers, or hammer?” He stuttered, his voice bubbly with his mouth being flodded with blood, “What?” I went to my desk, slamming my hands down, “Pick!” I yelled out, he cried out, just sobbing.

He cried out, “Please stop. Havent you done enough?” I turned around, with the pliers, “You think this is enough?” I yelled out, slamming my fist right next to his head, “We’re just getting started” I continued as I shoved the pliers into his mouth, grasping one of the teeth tightly, “Trust me, this will hurt.”

I yanked down, pulling two off his teeth with a heavy effort, yanking his entire head in the process, “Ooh, two for one I see.” I chuckled, the sound beginning to sound weird, even to myself. I grabbed one of the teeth, and stabbed it into his chest, the root sinking completely into his chest, making him scream.

He began to beg, “Please stop, please. Just stop. Please” The sound beginning to sound even more desperate, but not nearly as loud. I looked at him, he hadn’t even been bothering to keep his head up, “Giving up so soon?” I grabbed his face, forcing him to look into my eyes

“You don’t get to quit. You’re gonna feel this, through and through.” I shoved his face into the concrete table. I walked to my desk, and grabbed the stimulant. Turning around, and stabbing it into his neck.

I plunged the drug into his system, and almost immediately his head flew back up, he looked at me, his eyes bewildered, “What did you just do?!” He asked, his chest bumping quickly, his heart racing for sure now.

I grabbed my screwdriver, chuckled, “Guess where this is gonna go?” His eyes widened, and I slammed it into his palm, the metal going into the wood, making a dull thud, “Oh you dirty minded fuck. You really thought I would go anywhere near there? No, I’m not interested in that. Just your pain.”

I yanked the screwdriver back out, and he was screaming once more, and i grinned, slamming the screwdriver into his palm once more, but in a different spot, adding another hole. I cackled louder than ever this time, “You really are just a slab of meat for me to break.”

I then stabbed his wrist, and began stabbing again, and again, cackling manically, then i grabbed my hammer and slammed it into his arms, then his chest, then suddenly, I woke up from my frenzy, and saw this random person, bloody, broken, bruised, sobbing quietly, begging to be let go under his breath.

I shook my head, saying the same line i had said many times before, “You can’t escape.” I chuckled, this wasn't a chuckle of fun, mania, or anything of the sorts. It was of hopelessnes, sorrow, and regret. I grabbed my knife, and slit his throat while whispering, “I’m sorry.”