The Tormentor

The last breath

  "Will I die tonight?" I asked him. "Yes." He replied boredly twirling his knife in his hands. "Why? Why did you abduct me? You'll be taking me away from my family, you know! Can you live with that on your conscience you sick fuck?" I screamed at my captor.
  He began to laugh, and I believe he found it genuinely hysterical. He laughed for what felt like hours. He began to trot around the room babbling nonsense.
  Finally he rushed close to me, close enough for me to smell his rancid breath and he said, "I'm here and you're hear because of your family. Don't think I don't know what you do. Ha am I the sick one?," he asked jamming the blade through my hand and through the chair and sending me into a screaming fit. "Sick bastard, you're everything that's wrong with this world, and I intend to amend all of your and everyone else's wrongs." 
   He rubbed his gloved hand across my cheek gently shushing me and then stood up straight and walked to the corner of the room mumbling. He was mumbling softly at first, but later it got louder. Before long he was screaming, he had become enraged.
    His rage was clear he sprinted toward me, and flipped the chair on its back. He began to violently beat me. Punching and kicking me in the face, sternum and groin. He began to yell things at me in this fury such as, "you're own daughter?" Or, "how dare you put your hands on your wife, don't you know theirs a price to pay for this?".
  He beat me for several minutes, leaving me battered beyond recognition. He stood up once again and went and sat back on his crate. He began to laugh again.
    "Oh James, can I call you Jim or Jimmy? We've got a long excruciating night of "fun" on our hands!" He said, "Now tell me? Before we begin I need two pieces of information. One I need now and the other later!" "Ok," I said with a shutter. He ran to the other side of the room and pulled back a curtain revealing the stuff of nightmares. "Which punishment do you choose?" He asked as if he were a purveyor of fine exotic goods.
I shuttered and looked at the brown, red stained table and began to weigh the idea of each horror within my mind. I began to hyperventilate at the thought of any of these horrors being used as a detriment my health.
"Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Jimmy boy, the clock winds down and you my lovely captive will be subjected to my choice upon such a strike of the clock and I will show no mercy." He said laughing hysterically. "Wh-what or who are you?" I said mesmerized by the laugh. "Ha I am exactly what this city requires, a paragon of justice, or rather someone willing to carry it out upon the demons that haunt this place such as yourself, but for right now you can call me the Tormentor. So if you haven't made your choice I grow bored of your ceaseless chatter and have decided to choose for you." He said laughing and grabbing the bulkiest object on the table. He placed the contraption upon me and leaned in closely. "Remember on this next part I need your input once again, oh the joy I will reap from this, I must know, how much does this hurt?" He said laughing and flipping the switch on the side of the object. The screams I released must've been audible for miles.