Thomas the Slut Engine

Chapter 20 - Termination

CONTENT WARNING: this chapter is violent and contains torture. read at your own risk.

It had now been several months since the new employees had been hired. They were all doing great and had grown greatly since their first shift.

Except one.

Jonah had since received three warnings, one for derailment due to recklessness, another due to a series of incidents in which he had been too rough both in his actions and words, and the final for an unauthorized punishment of his assigned train, Gordon. The fact he hadn't been killed yet was a miracle, but he was on the final straw.

A new shift begins, as always starting with a brief meeting, going through what needed to be done that day. As Austin closes the meeting and dismisses his drivers, he turns to his least favourite employee.
"Don't fuck anything up this time." he stares at Jonah, who smirks with an unremitting self-conceit.
"I never did anything wrong, but sure"
Austin snaps his head around and pushes the smaller man against the wall,
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" he leans in close to the drivers face, "You better not be answering me back, boy."
"I'm simply defending myself." he replies, still smirking.
Without a second thought, Austin pulled him by the hair, dragging him to his office before throwing him onto the ground.

"What the fuck?!" Jonah yelled, holding his forehead as a thin stream of blood flowed down from the impact.
Austin continued silently, forcefully ripping his clothes off then tying his hands behind his back with rope. He lifted him up, one hand under his chest, the other by the excess rope and hung the rope over a hook hanging from the ceiling. He tied it tightly, leaving Jonah suspended in the air. He then tied a long wooden rod to the back of each his legs, to stop him from moving them before tying his feet together and using the excess rope to suspend his legs from an adjacent hook on the ceiling. His legs hung lower than his arms, leaving him diagonally suspended and unable to move his legs.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Jonah writhed in a weak attempt to escape, "Stop!"

Austin laughed and shoved a ball gag into his mouth to stop his objections. Biting his lip, he ran a sharp knife down his chest. He could just kill him and be done with it. Or fire him, like a normal person. But why not have fun with it?

"Oh? You're shaking, what happened to that ego of yours?" Austin mocked his now former employee.
Fear filled his eyes. He was shaking. And sweating. And now, crying.

Austin threw his pants off and his jacket to the side, leaving only his shirt behind. He picked his knife up once more and positions himself behind the other man. He cuts deep, long cuts across his back, causing loud muffled cries of pain. As blood streams down his back, Austin begins to fuck him, pushing himself in from behind. He reaches forward, holding the knife against his neck and holding his shoulder with the other. He thrusts quickly, moaning softly. Jonah cries and moans through the gag, his eyes closed tightly.
Austin continued roughly until he came inside of him.

Austin stepped around to look at his victims face. He laughed maniacally at the sight, drool dripping from his chin, eyes bright red from crying and now dried blood from earlier. He traced Jonah's jawline with his index finger, stopping at his chin and pushing it up, forcing him to make eye contact.
"Such a fucking slut" he scoffed, "Surely you understand now why you shouldn't disobey me"
He cackled once more,
"Too bad it's too late."
Clutching his knife tightly, he positioned it at top of his bicep and began sinking the knife in slowly. Jonah screamed in pain as dark blood beaded around the blade. Austin continued to carve out his bicep, moving down and back around to where he started. He then yanked it out, tearing the flesh from the bone. The now broken man vomited from the sheer amount of pain, it spilling out from around his gag and dripping on the floor. The chunk of flesh was thrown to the side. Austin leaned and licked the blood around the edge. He then did the same on his other arm, muffled screams filling the room. Tears were streaming down Jonah's face uncontrollably, he threw up again when he was shown the mass of his own skin, muscle and fat.

Austin wasn't done yet. A regular person might think he'd already gone way too far, but not him. There was no going to far for someone who had hurt his precious trains. He laughed mockingly at his victim and, quite generously, wiped the remaining puke from his chin with a cloth.
"You poor, poor thing" he spoke with a patronising tone, "It's just what you deserve, dear, don't be so upset"
He then held the knife above his collarbone, which protruded slightly, and began to run his knife along it, cutting the skin around it. Jonah didn't have the energy to scream or cry out anymore, he only hung his head, flowing tears rolling down his red cheeks and dripping onto the floor, occasionally letting out a pained but obscured whine. Austin tore the skin from his collarbone leaving the bone exposed. Using a small hammer, he started hitting the bone until it fractured. He did this in several places along his collarbones until it was completely unsalvageable.

He then moved down to his legs, running his fingers down his thighs. Knife in hand, he cut two deep cuts, one on the inside of each thigh, going down to the artery. He let the blood spray on his face, laughing maniacally once again. As he bled out, Austin stabbed him repeatedly in the stomach, still laughing. Jonah's body soon went limp from blood loss, although he hadn't died yet.

He kept stabbing frantically not stopping until minutes after his victim's heart had stopped. He dropped to the ground, laying in the puddle of blood underneath him, completely soaking him. There he would lay for hours, laughing, until he eventually got his bearings back.

Once Austin was back to a relatively normal state, he stood and and wiped the blood from his face. He got changed into his spare uniform that he kept in case of an event like this. He knew that it was impossible to clean his mess up on his own, he would have to employ the help of one of his staff members, one who wouldn't say anything, one who would easily be blackmailed. One person came to his mind, perhaps his favourite employee, Dylan, who had the world's most obvious crush on him, he could definitely use his help.

(thanks for reading this incredibly morbid chapter! i had a funny thought, making a discord. if any of you happen to be interested let me know in the comments and might make one. see you next chapter!)