Page 111 of Monster in Disguise

I see. This is a test too.

Once I'm left with Romero, he blabbers, begging me to save him. I don't even listen to his cries for help as I survey the tools at my disposal.

Rape.

He's a rapist.

A small smile tugs at the corner of my eyes, looking forward to this for the first time.

I put aside a few instruments. Turning, I take the knife out of his mouth. I look over his form, my mind coming up with novel ideas.

Personalize it.

I might have just the thing.

I place the gag back in his mouth, not wanting to hear his screams.

I grasp the handle of the knife with trained ease, bringing it at an angle. Holding the tip of his nose, I cut through skin and cartilage. I ignore the trembling of his body as I saw through the material, cutting as efficiently as possible.

The only remaining skin is attached to nasal bones. I will need that a while later.

For a second, I stare at him, blood pouring down his face, his nose a wide-open orifice surrounded by red. If Vlad were here, he would have been overjoyed to inspect the inside of hisolfactory system. Momentarily, I'm struck by a thought – how well can he smell now? All my time spent with Vlad has spoiled me. Now I think like him.

I throw away the piece of flesh and remove his gag. Romero sobs immediately, his eyes glued to his nose on the floor.

"Did you really not know?" I deadpan ask him.

"No... no, I swear." He shakes his head, tears falling down his face. Fool, it's probably going to sting when they touch the wound. Not my business.

"Really?" I ask, continuing my inspection of his body.

Father wants something inventive. My mind goes back to the needles and thread I'd seen among the other tools.

My eyes crinkle with hidden merriment. I have just the thing. The knife descends towards his crotch. Romero becomes visibly more terrified.

"I knew, OK? I knew. She told me," he blurts out.

"Hmm. Is that so?" I raise my eyes so he can see that nothing can sway me.

I am what I am. And because of that, he has no chance.

"Yes... I convinced her... Please let me go. I'll marry her, OK?"

"But Romero," I start, my voice the epitome of fakeness, "She's twelve." I say in a high-pitched voice, as if to emphasize my stance.

He pales, realizing there's no way out.

I bring the knife to his crotch and I cut out the material until I reach his wet, flaccid cock. He's pissed himself.

I look up at Romero, raising my eyebrows in question. He's still trembling. Waiting two more minutes to make sure he won't piss on me, I position the knife at the root of his cock and dig in. It's a clean cut, his screams music to my ears. One easy swipe and his cock falls down, separated from his pubis. Using two fingers, I take it and fling it to the floor.

Now for his balls...

His entire pubis is a mess, blood pooling down rapidly and mixing with piss from his severed urethra. I get over my disgust soon enough, as I cut his balls, making sure I also separate them through an incision in the middle. And just so he can experience more pain, I do it before cutting them from his body.

He screams and wails until his throat is sore.

I won't lie, that was my intention all along. I know that father is monitoring me closely.

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