Page 10 of Sinner: Before Rain
As I latch the last one up, excitement begins to lace my veins, this fucker isn’t going anywhere.
A tiny voice comes from behind me, “Hi there, Elijah.”
Does it look like I am in the mood for small talk?
My tone is uninviting as I shout back, “Fuck off.”
I hear footsteps scurry away.
Good.
Walking back to my bag, I look at all my options,what do I pick first?
Brushing my fingers over each of my precious tools, I gravitate towards the pliers this time.
Gripping them within my hand, I pull them out, a fucking beautiful piece of steel which is multipurpose. Just how I like it.
Joe is still passed out.
Standing up from my crouched position, I walk over to the long table, which is now Joe’s final resting place.
His head is limp, facing me. I grip his jaw and push my thumb and forefinger on either side of his cheek, forcing his mouth open. Shoving the pliers in his mouth, I grip one of his canines with my tool, pulling and wiggling it out of his mouth. The tooth doesn’t follow effortlessly, some work is needed as it dislodges from the bone of his jaw and through his pink gums. He immediately starts to bleed as I slide the long root out.
A loud shriek follows.
Excellent, he’s awake.
Joe tries to move his head, but I regrip it in my hands, squeezing his jaw, holding him still as I bring his tooth out. Holding it up in front of him, I look down. “Good Morning, Joe. Glad you could join me.”
Tears stream down his face. The bitch is already showing how much of a fucking pussy he is.
“Joe, it seems like“The Dark One”gave the good leader your name! Which leads us to this moment, right now. Take it in. It will be one of your last moments.” An evil chuckle leaves me as I use the term The Dark One loosely.
I fucking love this.
Still holding onto his jaw, blood trickles down his chin onto my hand. It’s beautiful, the crimson red against my pale skin ignites a fire within me. My passion is this. I was born to hurt.
Dropping the pliers, the hard steel and his tooth smash on his face, landing directly on his nose. Another painful scream erupts from him, as his nose joins his mouth, bleeding.
Letting go of his chin, I go back to my bag of goodies, this time taking my taser out. Switching it on, I place it against his exposed neck, just above the collar of his uniform shirt and let the sparks fly. Joe’s body begins to convulse. The longer I keep it on him, the harder he shakes while his tongue sticks out of his mouth. His teeth bite down on it as his muscles tighten. His body tries to contract now his torso lifts him slightly as he is restrained. Looking down at his body, a wet spot forms by his dick, homeboy has pissed himself.
Looking back up at his face while I keep the device running, his mouth is surrounded by thick blood.
He bit his tongue.
Stopping the electric shock flowing through him, I put the taser down. His body falls limp against the table as I reach up and grip the blood-coated appendage. It is still attached by just a tiny piece of skin and muscle, so I help him by ripping it clean off.
It takes me pushing his forehead backward whilemy other hand digs its fingernails into the tongue to grip it, then pulling it with everything I have. Once it’s torn clean out of his mouth, more blood follows, gushing down his chin.
Tossing the tongue behind me, I admire my work. And we are only just getting started.
The pig pussy comes in and out of consciousness the entire time I play.
Using scissors, I cut his uniform off him and remove his work belt.
His bare skin is exposed.
With the same scissors, I carve into his stomach,PIG.
