Death's Bitter Embrace (#Wattys2015)

Act II, Chapter IXX: Succumb (Part II)

I slap Rory as hard as I could—not that I couldn't punch him, it was his wake up call—he instantly woke up from the depths of unconsciousness-I expected him to scream again, although once again; I could not blame him, yet he was as silent as soundproof room. He didn't carry on like a child in a candy store learning the word 'no', he didn't even so much as move an inch. It was like he was shocked and pained to the core so much so that his brain stopped functioning, time to get to work.

"Rory, you have caused much pain in my life, suffering, and anger; now I will repay the 'favour'" I change my tone while saying favour, my tone wasn't sarcastic, more demonic and plotting. "I will cause you more pain than you have ever felt in your entire life, I will make you endure, make you suffer everything I will do to you, and as for anger, well, you're already angry, but the anger isn't for you, it's for me." I pause for effect, "You see, I'm now going to take my anger, my frustration out on you, would you like that Rory?" I ask in a sarcastic tone, either way he didn't have a choice.

    Alex and Cal gathered around me whilst I was standing in front of McDouchebag. "Let the torture commence" I say, Rory's face turned to mush, he looked like he hadn't feared anything so much in his life-good.

    Alex hands me a large mallet-this would do nicely to break Rory's hands and fingers-as of now Rory was squirming about like a psychotic man, screaming from the pain and from his fear of me. Finally some recognition, finally he fears me.

    I take the mallet and bring it down on his thumb, snapping it in two instantly, he lets out a sharp cry of pain, I bring the mallet down onto his index finger, leaving him no time whatsoever to think about the pain, bringing him a refreshing wave of pain.

    I quickly break all his fingers and thumbs in a matter of minutes leaving his hands basically paralyzed, to put the icing on the metaphorical cake I destroy his wrists with the mallet, making any attempt to move his wrists futile.

    Next form of torture; cutting him, salting the wounds and then cauterizing them. I grab Angel and run her blade deep into McDouchebag's arms, blood gushing out everywhere but the pain was only just beginning, I take some salt out of a bowl and throw it on the deep cut Angel had made, his screams filling my ears, it was glorious.

    I take the branding iron out of its holster next to me, I had brought down all the items I needed late last week for Rory's torture-mainly because I was excited. I had an insatiable desire to kill Rory right now, but I couldn't kill him, not before the fun starts.

    I grab the hot iron and push it on his bloody flesh searing the long gash and causing him greater pain-the salt still burning, the gash still bleeding, his flesh still burning. But, this is only the beginning.

    I grab the massive combination pliers from the tray beside me and an apparatus which keeps your mouth open-much like what some dentists use. I then put the apparatus in McDouchebag's mouth and grip one of his teeth with the pliers. I twist the pliers which, in turn, loosens his tooth, causing him great pain. I then rip the tooth from the gums, roots and all-blood spilling onto the floor.

"You are going to have to get used to this as we still have nine teeth to go" I say to Rory whilst looking into his eyes, I saw a sharp pain in his eyes, had I broken him like a toy already? I pull another tooth out within the same minute the first was pulled out, Rory had the audacity to spit his blood at me and call me psychotic...I'm not saying that I am not psychotic but to spit at me; that's just low. His words were becoming more and more deformed with each tooth I ripped out.

    After ripping ten teeth out I thought it was time to switch it up, make things more interesting-I grabbed the massive trof that I had placed next to me and fill it with water, time to water board him-except that I wouldn't be questioning him. I shove his blood stained face under the water, most of the blood washing away from his face, I didn't pull him out of the water until he was really struggling, squirming for every breath he couldn't take.

    I grab his dusty blonde hair and yank him out of the bloody water after 50 seconds of literal hell, he was drenched and he looked exhausted, he looked like a walking corpse. I let him catch his breath back for a short couple of seconds and then dip him back under, teasing him. "Ah there was nothing like a good water boarding session to end the night" I think, extremely satisfied with myself.

    I was tired, all the excitement of the day was catching up to me, quickly, very quickly indeed, so I decided to head of home, go to my comfy bed and hit the hay for the night, I wouldn't keep McDouchebag in my house, the scum doesn't get the privilege to even set foot in my house-instead, he would stay in the Inferno, he won't move, I trust him.

    Who am I kidding, I don't trust him at all, he was obviously going to try and move, so upon leaving, I broke his ankles with a sledgehammer, shattering the bones in his body...and his only chance of escaping with his life. I would come back and finish him off early in the morning once I am refreshed.

    Only a few more hours until Rory Evans would be dead, only a few short hours would Death come and pay him a visit and send him to his demise.