revenge=asylum

Ch 1

THIS IS A VERY GRAPHIC STORY. IF BLOOD/GORE, SEXUAL INNUENDOS, AND/OR FOUL LANGUAGE BOTHERS YOU DO NOT CONTINUE.

I go to the police station because of what I have done, the cruel and inhuman, but I loved every vengeful last second of it...

"It was the first time I killed a man... it was a cold night, he hurt someone I loved and nobody hurts my loved ones. He had just got out of prison. Three years! I followed him down a dark alleyway, a dead end alleyway. I turned off my headlights, and, when he started running, I rammed him with my car. I didn't want to kill him, oh no I wanted him alive for what I had in store for him.

I took him home. I striped him down to his boxers and tied him to a chair, and waited while he slowly came to consciousness. You see he killed my family, so, since I had him right where I wanted him, I showed no mercy to that deadbeat.

First I duck taped his mouth shut so he couldn't be heard screaming. Then I sharpened toothpicks in front of him. I then slowly inserted said toothpicks underneath his dirty fingernails. His screams were muffled by the duct tape more so than I thought it would. I proceeded to rip out the toothpicks from his bleeding hands. I ripped off his nails one by one. I doused his hands in peroxide and he passed out.

I waited for him to come around. When he does I take the duct tape off of his mouth and he says 'I enjoyed killing the little one, cut into her thought like butter. Barley even put up a fight, you know. Sweaty you ain't got the balls to kill me. If you did we wouldn't be here, well I wouldn't anyway.' he was mocking me!

So I took a dull knife that was lying around and cut of his boxers and started sawing at him. He was screaming like a banshee so I stopped and, I put duct tape over his mouth. Then I finished up hacking a limb from his torso.

I moved his head to look up at me and dangled the severed appendage in front of his face moved closer and whispered in his ear 'Now nether do you, Robert. You put me in hell. Now you will suffer ... then die. Tell Satan I said hello.' I re-duct tape his mouth shut.

The torture began then. I then took a rusty screwdriver and heated it on a cast iron skillet. When it was glowing hot I pressed the red rusted iron to his abdomen. Carving my initials out.

Then I took a pair of fishing pliers and slowly pulled the skin on his forearm back like I would to fa-lay a fish. I wrapped his arm so he couldn't bleed out. I soaked it in gasoline earlier.

I took a drill and slowly drilled into his hip bones. I covered his body in gasoline. He was almost dead by then.

He started to laugh then sob. I took a match and lit him on fire and watched him scream for a moment, I put out the fire looked at the burnt, but alive, thing that wreaked my life and smiled at the devastation I had done to that monster, he slit my little sisters throat while holding her by her hair. I slap him and wonder if this is what it felt like to ruin my family, to take the life of another human-being I want to know if I justified my families deaths or just condemned myself. I'm not certain it matters much now, but I know if I condemned myself it was worth it. I shoved a fireplace poker into his ass and he screamed while it was a foot deep in. I then turned it side ways and ripped his rectal walls apart ... he finally passed out again. But to my avail I woke his sorry ass up again in one last attempt.

Finally I took his knife and slit his throat as he had done to my little sister. I sat there and watched him bleed until he had bled out. Before he lost all his blood he started twitching... I guess he was having a seizure from lack of blood or just pain.

I don't know why I'm here or why I'm telling you this but I set the whole place on fire and started walking. This all occurred last night but it still stains my memories of watching his ass bleed out of all his orifice...

I ended up walking here and I came in to tell you what I did. I do not need to get your forgiveness, because I loved what I did I am not sorry in the least, but what I will do is give you my wrists so you can take me away. I want you to know, and I do not know why. Maybe because I don't feel any better than I felt the night he killed my family.

I've felt like this for 3 years! How he got out of prison in 3 years I can't explain. Oh, right no bodies were found because he burnt the house down and took Beth and I to the shed to torture us,

Unfortunately revenge is hate filled heart wrenching crap. He paid for what he did in life, now I hope he is paying in hell.

"I know nobody will think I am correct but it is whatever. Take me to wherever."

The officer sits in front of me white as a ghost, and he has Smeagol's eyes. I hold out my arms and he slowly pulls out his cuffs and cuffs my hands behind my back.

Everything goes fuzzy and I know I am waking up from this nightmare.

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