The Cry Of Bones

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" Why did you do it?" They stared at him, puzzled by the question.

"Kill him?" A grin crept up on their lips as the words came out.

" You did way more than just kill him, you decided to perform various tortures on him."

" I can tell you in detail, how I tortured him, just like what I told the other officer." Their grin widened as excitement bubbled in them at the thought of what they did.

"I don't need your detailed report, the autopsy told everything I need to know."

" Is that right? Did it tell you that, I cut off a piece of his b*lls everyday for 25 days?
Did it tell you I then skinned his d*ck as slowly as I could with the dullest knife in my possession?
If not, then the one who performed the autopsy did not do my work justice."

"Skinned?" The officer asked with shock.

"You know the foreskin? I took that all off, as slowly as I possibly could." The officer looked at them in fear, imaging himself in that situation.

" After that I knew he wasn't going to last long, so I looked up the worst medieval tortures, once I found the one to my liking, I proceeded."

"S-so what medieval torture did you do?" The officer asked as he tried his best to get the imagery of the crime scene, and torture inflicted on the man out of his head.

"Scaphism." They said with the brightest grin that could rival the sun.

A chill went down the officer's spine. As he could not comprehend why someone so young, could be, so evil, so....frightening.

He needed to get out of that interegation room asap, he can't stand another minute around them.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to feel bad?" They laughed their heart out as the officer walked out of the interagation room with the door slammed shut behind him .