Time For Torture

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The door opens. His face lights up as he sees me. Stupid man with stupid emotions. I swing my arm around, and knock him out with a single bang to the temples with my hammer, and immense pleasure floods through every cell in my body. Not yet. I tell myself. Not quite yet.
I drag him to my desired location - a hidden cupboard in my room. He's always loved my room, or the things we do in here, rather. To me, it's a sanctuary, a reminder of my stupid humanity. I'd rather be out there fulfilling my needs. Eh. I can fulfil them in a moment.
I heave his heavy body onto the rusting metal chair, and bind his chest, legs, hands and stomach tightly with rope, then proceed to duct tape his mouth. Wake up. Wake up you idiot. I need him to wake up. What's the point in torturing you if you won't scream?
Eventually, his icy blue eyes flutter open. Excitement seems to tear my chest apart. I can see the fright in his eyes.
"I will begin by extracting your toes. You won't be needing them."
I can see the confusion in his eyes. Of course: he was so easily manipulated and hadn't noticed my intentions at all. Wow. I can't take this any longer, I need him to hurt. Then I can explain.
I raise the hammer, and it falls down onto his left big toe. I see it crack and brake. More. I can't remove his duct tape yet - the neighbours are still in. Only half an hour. Until then, his muffled cries will have to suffice.
I bring the hammer down onto his crippled toe again, his eyes glazing over with tears, mine almost filling with tears of pleasure. Next, I use the knife to cut around his nail. In goes the tip, out comes a muffled cry. Blood seeps out like sap from a trees bark. Ohhh. Ohh this is beautiful.
His nail removed, I begin to hack off his toe with my pliers. Twist twist. Scream scream. Pull. Scream. Pull. Scream. Pull - tear. His red juice sprays over my face, and it feels like I'm in a desert, just finding an oasis. I lick it off my face, then look up at his. Tears are flooding from his eyes, and pain is seeping from his face. This is perfect.

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