Page 7 of Forbidden Valentine

We take him inside and Gunner starts to cut Charlie’s clothing off. Once he has him naked, he gets electric shears and starts shaving his head. I watch in awe as he carefully extracts each tooth. Once he is toothless, he pulls out the saw. He pauses to look at me, and I smile.

“This is going to be messy,” he says.

“I assumed it would be,” I say. He smirks at me before walking over to a cabinet and hands me a face shield. He puts on tall boots and a large apron before his face shield. “Aww, do I not get an apron?”

“You are already covered in his blood, so your dress will have to be burned,” he says bluntly.

“Oh… he ripped my underwear off,” I say.

“Are you telling me that because you will have to be naked in front of me in a second or because you don’t know where they are?”

“I don’t know where they are,” I confirm.

“In his jeans pocket,” he says. “It’ll burn with everything else.”

“Oh, good,” I say. “Carry on.”

I watch as he cuts Charlie apart, and this is probably the most therapeutic way to help a sexual assault victim find closure. It is so goddamn rewarding to watch him cut a chunk of his body off and toss it onto a pile to be fed to his pigs. Once he is finished taking the body apart, I laugh. “What?” Gunner asks me. I motion for the saw, and he laughs as he puts gloves on me first.

The last piece of him that I want to cut off is the offending appendage in this entire ordeal. I grab hold of his now flaccid dick and slice it off of his body. “Can I feed it to them?” I ask.

“You sure can,” he says. “Come on. One of them will let you hand feed it to him.”

“I love pigs,” I say happily.

“Me too,” he laughs.

I follow Gunner while he pushes the cart through the barn. I have Charlie’s severed dick in my gloved hand, and I’m happy. I’m not happy someone hurt me, and I know I will have emotions to deal with later, but he was an awful man who clearly made a habit of this of type thing. When we get outside the other door, I can hear the pigs.

“So, funny story,” Gunner says. “The last set of pigs I got are the youngest. There is a boy and a girl. I named the girl Charlotte and the boy Charlie.”

“Oh, how ironic,” I laugh. “Also, Charlotte was the spider.”

“I know,” he laughs. “The one by the gate is Charlie. He will let you hand feed him. Don’t even attempt that with the others.”

Charlie the pig is pink, like the rest, but is the only one with massive scars across his back. “Hi, baby,” I say to the pig. “I have a special treat. Hmm?” I stick my hand through the gate and Charlie gently takes the severed dick from me and starts eating it. The sound is horrendous, but still oddly satisfying.

“What now?” I ask as I stand.

“Just start throwing the parts in. It’ll be gone within the hour,” he says, tossing a leg in. I shrug and pick up an arm to throw in. Bit by bit, we toss all of my rapist in with the pigs and stand back to watch them eat their meal. When most of it is gone, we go back to the barn and Gunner puts everything from the hair and teeth to the clothing in the bag before turning to me.

“Aww. It’s cold out here, Gunner,” I complain.

“I have to throw all of your clothes and everything you touched in the fire,” he says. “I have a water hose down here I can rinse you off with so I can wrap you in a blanket. Is that okay?”

“The alternative?”

“You walk through the snow up to the house naked,” he laughs.

“I’ll take the water hose, thanks,” I say as I take the gloves and face shield off. “Is this weird for you?”

“Not at all,” he says. “Want me to turn around?”

“You’re going to have to see me to waterboard me with the hose anyhow,” I sigh. “Sorry. Normally I don’t have issues with my body but… He hit a nerve tonight.”

“Wanna know something?” Gunner says.

“Hmm?”

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