The revenge.

Matthius and his nephew were walking along the cold streets of Kansas. It was about 18:30,so the sun started to set. Matthius was being his usual creepy-self: invading his nephew's personal space, while they were clearly not comfortable, but he couldn't care less. 

He would stare at other girls asses and whistle, even if some of them were minors, he wouldn't care.

A black car drove right past them, with black tinted windows, so you couldn't see what was going on inside the car, he just ignored it.

His nephew had to use the restroom, so they went to a near by gas station, and Matthius waited outside for them. The same black car driving into a parking lot close to him, but not a single person got out of the car, and he could feel he was being watched,

A minute or two had passed, and his nephew still hadn't come out of the gas station. Right when he wanted to barge in after them, two men dressed all black, wearing masks and hoodies came out of the car, rushing towards him and putting an old cloth over his mouth, holding him by both sides so he couldn't run.

While the man started to loose his consciousness from the lack of air he was getting, the driver of the car got out as well, entering the gas station and giving a note to the cashier, and told the him to give it to Matthius's nephew, with a description of how they look.

The men took his unconscious body and place it in the trunk of the car, driving off to the place Matthius would take his last breath.

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They drove him to, what they like to call it, "torturing chambers". The men put an collar made of iron around his neck, that was tied to the wall so he couldn't run, and he slowly started to wake up. His clothes were gone and it was cold. He  noticed  the dried up blood on the walls and floor, and not releasing until a few seconds later that he was kidnaped.

The same masked man came into the room. One of them had gloves, the other one was holding a dissecting kit that had: a scalpel, scalpel blades, scissors, forceps, probe, ruler, and a grooved director, all of them organized in a storage case. The tools being very sharp and clean.

"What's  this?! Who the hell are you!?"- said Matthius, but no response. 

One of the men set the dissection kit to the side, and put chains around Matthius's wrists and legs, so he would stay still

"Your only  allowed to know  that we were paid to do this. Someone hates you that much they bought a 'royal treatment' just for you."- the man said, while making sure the chains were stable.

Matthius looked at the man in horror, releasing what is waiting for him.

"You surely got the wrong per-"- before Matthius could continue his sentence, the man placed tape on his mouth. All his words were coming out as muffled noises. 

The masked man pulled a lever, he could feel the chains around his wrists become shorter, his whole body being lifted until his toes couldn't touch the floor. The chains were the only things that held him, and he felt like his arms would just rip off any second now.

They injected amphetamine in his veins to keep him awake, and the man with gloves took out a scalpel and changed its blade. It was time to start their work. 

One of them held Matthius from behind, the other cleaned the sharp scalpel blade with a wet wipe, and got closer to his body, Matthius could feel the adrenalin running through him, as he struggled to escape, but no luck. 

He grabbed Matthius's genital organ, the cold blade touching him, and he felt like he could have a boner, but the man then started to carve the skin off his dick. His screams were all muffled by the tape, as the blade of the scalpel cut bit by bit of his skin. He felt like he would die on the moment, the worst part was that he was wide awake, feeling every last bit of pain. 

The skin that was carved from his cock would fall to the ground in the puddle of blood that dripped from his dick, a splashing sound echoing in the room each time. 

After 10 minutes straight of him enduring the pain, the only thing remaining on his dick was its flesh. 

They changed the blade of the scalpel again, this time, the blade was thicker and more sharper, it could easily cut a finger. With a chop, his dick fell in the mans hand. His screaming wasn't heard too well, but his throat got sore because of it, the pain was agonizing. He'd prefer death then to continue this, but they weren't finished with him, not yet. 

The man inserted Matthius's dick inside of his ass, while he used the scalpel to cut his throat. A river of blood flushing down, and they peeled the tape away from his mouth, but because his injury, when he tried to scream or help he just coughed up more blood. 

After moving his dick inside of him, making it go in and out, they finally pulled it away, and before Matthius could die from blood lost, they shoved the dick in his mouth, deep down his neck, stuffing his throat till he couldn't breath anymore, suffocating him with it.

They left his corpse hanging, the man took off his gloves and pulled out his phone, taking a photo of the gruesome scenery in front of him, and sending it to his nephew, whom responded with: "Good job. Ill transfer the money to you in a second."

End.