Page 120 of Sinners' Appetite
A bit much?
I should be taking pride in the fact that my man can handle taking the garbage out of society, but somehow,I can’t.
I just can’t.
Would he really dismember someone’s dick andmake them choke on it?!
Why not just kill the man and get it over with?
Does he actually enjoy playing with his prey?
IfeelasthoughI may have taken this too far. I had only planned to cut each one of Paul’s fingers off one by one, but when I discovered the bolt cutters and held them in my hands, my thought process took a morbid turn.
Either way, morbid or not, he deserves this.
“You might want to turn around for this part,” I warn Jeremy.
“You read my mind, man,” he says, walking off into the kitchen area after handing me the bolt cutters.
I rip the material out of his mouth and toss it to the floor. “Any last words, motherfucker?”
“P-please, don’t do this…” Paul whimpers as pathetic tears run down his cheeks.
“It’s a little too late for that.” I grin. “Ever heard of the saying ‘you reap what you sow’?”
He nods. “Uh-huh. I’ll do anything, please… just don’t…”
“It won’t take long, Paul.”
I line the tool up to his cock, wondering whether I’ll have to cut twice or not. I can only imagine the bloody disaster that’ll follow as soon as I clip the skin.
Which leads me to my next gruesome idea.
“Hey, Jeremy! Is there a jar in there somewhere?” I call out.
A few moments later, Jeremy appears again, holding a tiny jam jar. “Like this?” He asks.
“Fuck yeah, that’s perfect. Bring it to me.” I dismiss him again once the jar is in my hand.
Paul makes one last attempt to escape his fate but after a few second of flailing around, he lets out a loud defeated groan and bows his head.
“Relax, Paul. I’ll put you out of your misery soon enough,” I smirk. “Though—I really wish I could drag it out more. You know… make you suffer for the unspeakable things you’ve done.”
“It w-wasn’t only me,” he replies.
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “But it was you that chose to fuck with our girls.”
Before I become too irked with his desperate pleas, I open the bolt cutters as wide as they’ll go and reach for his flaccid cock, holding it still between the blades.
“Please! Fuck!”
“Oh hush…” I sneer.
Before he can say another word, I push the handles together, cringing a little when I feel the crunch against my hands.
His scream pierces my ears as his member falls to the floor beneath him. Blood starts to jet out in steady crimson ribbons in all directions. I then grab the little jar and remove the lid, bringing it to where his blood is still spurting out. Once it’s nearly full, I place the lid back on and secure it tightly, sliding it off to the side to grab once we’re done.
Of course, Paul has passed out again.
