Dani's Harem [Reverse Harem]

Maddox - Sex Offenders are the worst!

"I know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves, I know a song that will get on your nerves all day long!"

Maddox! Stop fucking singing stupid songs, they are doing my head in man, and really do you need to be singing right now? Could we talk about our plans to find your brother? How much longer are we going to take here? I think he has taken as much as he can, he is right on the edge now.

"BZZZZZZZ! I am busy right now, call back laterrrrr. Damnit, lost my place Shadow! Hmm, what else can I sing? Oh, I know... hang on need a new line for this one! And a one, two, three, four!

Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day! I got a beautiful feeling, everything's going my way!"

Really Mad? Oklahoma? That's what you went with? Dude, I have said it hundreds of times before but you are crazy! Just hurry up so we can get on with finding your brother and his woman.

Yeah, yeah. I know. Don't worry about it. I am almost done anyway. Just gotta... there. I stand back and admire my handy work. Tilting my head I make sure it makes sense from all directions. I couldn't go find my brother without finishing my chores first and this was the second last one on the list. Now it's done I feel much better. Best work yet. Although I wish he would shut up, he's spoiling my after-work glow. 

"Dude! Shut the fuck up, just like die already okay? You are downing my buzz! Although I should probably tell you that what I have done here is nothing compared to what you are gonna go through in hell. I mean, yeah the human court may have let you off with giving those woman money in damages but that will never stop the fear and shame and ugliness you planted inside them all. So I decided to add something to what you planted, sparkly joy. The human law is faulty we all know that, just one little lab screw-up or something not being documented correctly, or somehow you seem like the next-door neighbor who has never done anything wrong so she must have asked for it, they all must have. You make me sick.

Luckily for those women, who may never know there are people out there who care about them, there are people like me. People who won't stand to watch scum as you walk around. So here we are, you dying, and if I might say in a glorious way cause guess what? After this everyone knows your name, that's what you wanted, isn't it? To be acknowledged? Well, now you will, not for abusing people but for dying like this. Your penis is quite literally super glued to your forehead covered in glitter. Genius. You will quite literally die a dick-head, or a unicorn depending on preference. 

Sure I stopped the bleeding but you have lost so much it won't take long for this cut, to kill you, and you will forever be known as the guy who died with a sparkly penis glued to his head. The other things I've done won't get in the papers. Probably too gruesome for the general public, but a glittery penis? That will definitely get out to EVERYONE. Enjoy Hell you piece of shit, because you are about to go through every horrible thing you can think of. We make our own hell, it turns us on ourselves. Uses your own horrors against you, every little fear you have ever had? Increased tenfold, every nightmare that made you sit up breathing in the middle of the night? Becomes reality. Every horrible thing YOU lived through becomes a punishment for every horrible thing you did to another person. Your own actions become your own punishment. What better way than for yourself to punish yourself? And you died a while ago didn't you? I'm just talking to a corpse? Heh! I'm kinda tempted to take your penis as a trophy but I know those you hurt need to see you are less of a man and can't ever hurt them again. I hate offenders, and I'm still talking to your corpse. Fuck."

Well, that was fun but it is time to go. I pick up my cut from the kitchen surface and make sure it's clean. Happy that it was out of the splash zone I leave the mutilated body behind me pinned to the kitchen wall as an offering to the police. Walking out the front door I leave it open to easily help it be found and then Trace away to my club's office.