CALYX

"She wants to meet me again at the same place, huh?"

"Yes." Ronnie answers. "Would you be going yourself?"

I exhale. He is meeting her at the same nightclub tonight and I can’t tell exactly how that is making me feel in my head. I would like to go see her.

But I can’t. I can’t show myself to her again. What happened between us was a mistake fuelled by an obsessive sense of possession that I still have not been able to fathom to this day. It should not have happened. Global population census says that there are eight billion people in the world right now. I wasn’t supposed to see Gweneth again much more fuck her. Dare I say that I like it so much that I thought about asking Ronnie to slip something in her drink that will knock her out so I can fuck her again? But there is no fun when they are unresponsive. Rape and drugging is not part of my crimes baggage and will never be.

A different kind of pleasure comes from their scream and them trying to squirm their way out when the pleasure has gotten too high for them to handle. The mere thought of how her soft body fitted against mine and the sting marks her nails had left on my arms and back has left me fighting for my life and sanity. Raging blue balls have become part of my days. The hazy memories never fails to stir me a boner. I feel my cock twitching to that even now when a man is being tortured almost to death in my presence. The screams of pain echos around the rocky walls. They are so loud and annoying. And it is just his fingers getting cut off, one would think he was getting castrated from the way he is screaming. I will order them to resume burning his dirty tool once they are done with his hands. I click my tongue in pure disgust as I stare at his damn face. I once thought about ordering for it to be flayed. But I don’t want him dead or facially disfigured for the nice arrangements I have in mind for him. Just a drop or two of molten silver in them should be fare fine. I will have them add that to his torture plate.

Blood seeps out from his hand where all the fingers had been cleanly chopped off. He was force-fed his dirty fingers that had been part of the tool he uses to violate children.

Another person quickly puts a clean guaze-like bandage over the wound and applies pressure to stop it from bleeding out. "Stop the dressing. He won’t be bleeding out." My men did as I order. When someone has been beaten by the Sahara desert’s sun and given almost little to no food or water for about two weeks, the person’s blood thickens and practically does not flow out even when they injure a major vein or artery. I had experienced that so I know it very well. This man has been here for more than a month, almost exactly the same time his victim has been lying mentally dead in the hospital for. He has been tortured nonstop and kept barely going by rat rations and synthetic drugs so he would not go limp and die from the torture. Blood does not really flow out like I said. It only just thickly gathers around the wound like some disgusting candy. Now I am a little glad that Richelle is like that in the hospital. She won’t be forcing me to eat her sugar candies for a while.

The torturer moves on to his other hand and swings the knife down in one swift move that causes the bastard’s fingers to be easily dismembered from the knuckle joint. His scream is sickening. My face hardened, jaw clenching so hard that my teeth hurt. Richelle must have also screamed like this for him to let her go. For him to stop his sick game. I really don’t understand why a man like him is walking free instead of rotting in jail when he has ruined the life of young girls that are young enough to be his grandkids. And to think that he is a retired police officer, that is where the shit gets funny.

Someone supposed to be a moral code of the law is a major problem and a nightmare to young girls. But we the outlaws are seen and feared as the big problems in society. This why I don’t give a shit about the law much less trust it. I don’t give a shit about world peace or justice.

The police force, the entire board and judiciary in charge of justice are one of the most shitty people on the planet. A fucking pedophile who had raped three young girls prior was released in two years on ’Good prison behavior’ out of the initial sentence of five years. He was sentenced to a mere five years for ’lack of sufficient evidence’ saying victims must have been right before their eyes. One even committed suicide and left her parents completely devastated. But they all fucking chose to believe a criminal instead of those victims.

And as if that was not bad enough, he got released just after serving two years jail time. And he immediately picked his next victim. Richelle, a young girl I took on like a sister. He didn’t know that by so doing, he had summoned his own karma god—me. So now I will do what the universe’s ruler and the damn justice failed to do. My revenge would not end with just this fucker. Everyone involved will all pay. The policemen who argued the victims statement. The dirtbags lawyers that defended him in court and slandered the victims and their families, and the judge that gave him a meagre sentence. Now that I am involved, every single one of them would pay. Richelle would not have been a victim had they played their roles right. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

I try to imagine how she must have felt when she was trapped with this monster. Her fear as he malevolently had his way with her. Her cries for help that never came must have gotten him more excited. Now she is lying completely broken in a hospital ward thinking of nothing other than ending her life. So hysterical that her doctors had to put her in a drug induced coma to counter the traumatic psychosis resulting from what had happened.

The best revenge for this man and the others would be to have them face the exact same thing.

This bastard has two daughters with his ex-wife. When digging into them it was discovered that one of the daughter underwent reconstructive therapy for years. The monster had assaulted his own daughter too. That was the reason his wife had divorced him and moved with her children to Switzerland. When going through his entire background checking and case file, I was so damn mortified that I felt the urge to beat, torture and kill. My men were not enough to fight out the rage with. I went at my punching bag for hours on end. In the eyes of the lawyer, the judge, the entire jury and the police, this man was deemed as innocent and redeemable. It is just so funny. The lawyer has a daughter. Same with the judge. As for the two police men that got themselves remotely involved, one is childless, the other has a three year old daughter. They must all love their kids except for this bastard whose madness did not spare his own child. When making excuses for a pedophile, how come they did not stop to think what if it had been their kids in that situation?

Why is it that people do not care about a problem until it happens to them?