Page 112 of Monster in Disguise

With the entire genitalia separated from his body, I'm suddenly afraid he's going to bleed out.

No, that wouldn't do.

I take a step back and think on my options. Weighing in everything, I nod to myself and head back to the instruments. I pick up the sewing kit and I return to Romero's side.

I take off his gag and stuff it between his legs, lest he die on me before it's time. Then I start to painstakingly sew his dick to his nose. The flanges on what's left of his nose are slippery, so I use a smaller knife to detach some skin from the bone. I then hold the organ and thread the needle through the skin. It's not exactly easy to pace my stitches with all the blood still leaking from his dick, but I make do.

Romero stops moving.

Frowning, I check the pulse, and he's still alive. He must have passed out from the pain.

I shrug and continue to focus on my task. When the last stitch is done, I draw back to examine my work.

Still, while having a dick for a nose will definitely signal his crimes, it still doesn't feel enough. My gaze moves past the abandoned balls, and I get an idea.

Since they are already separated, it's easier to work with them, and I attach each ball to an ear. They hang low, like earrings, their weight pulling on the ear.

Romero looks exactly like he acted – with his dick instead of his brain. His penis is slumped down his face and over his lips, almost like an elephant trunk. Another brilliant thought crosses my mind and using my fingers I spread his mouth open and stuff the head of his cock inside.

Nice. I feel satisfied with this work.

But still. There is one more issue.

He's not dead.

Careful to keep my masterpiece, I use a thick axe for a swift decapitation. Leaving the headless body behind, I take the newly adorned head and place it on a tray.

And that's how father finds me.

Going by his hum of approval, I'd say I pass this test.

Romero... not so much, as his family will soon find out.

AGE SEVENTEEN,

"Really?" I lean against the wooden door, raising an eyebrow at the carnage before me. "You really couldn't control yourself?" I shake my head, not too keen on the work I have to do.

"I snapped," Vlad wheezes, spitting some blood. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a frown on his face. He feels his face for a few seconds. "Oh, it's not mine." He breathes in, relieved.

"Want to tell me how blood that isn't yours ended up in your mouth?" I ask sardonically.

He grins at me, showing white teeth stained with red. "I might have gottentoointo it." He jokes, even though I'm sure he can't remember what happened.

Ever since we started working together, I've noticed that about Vlad. He becomes a killing machine, but he loses his mindat the same time. It's not exactly... reliable. Which is where I come in.

I take a step forward, my lip curling in disgust.

Severed limbs, shredded organs, disemboweled torsos.

"You know I have to clean up after you, no?"

"Isn't that the whole point of this?" Vlad waves his finger between the two of us. "I destroy and you repair? It's your art."

"It would be easier if you didn't... go berserk on the targets." I survey the remains, trying to come up with a plan to put them back together. After all, we were supposed to send a message through the crime scene. The only message you'd get from this is that a feral animal had escaped the zoo and had paid these people a visit.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're some human-animal hybrid." I muse out loud. Vlad snickers at my comment.

"You're jealous." He sticks his tongue out at me. Sometimes I forget that he's a teenager.

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