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Cain · **04-16-2014, 10:49 AM**

Oh, how the beg for their lives. How tgey beg for their lives, and I love it. It is delicious to me this human emotion of fear. I wonder what it feels like? I often do. Looking into Armando's eyes in the pitch black room was an amazing feeling. Yes, that same Armando. The one whom was accused of pranking me, the master of the manor, weeks ago.

"Do you know why you're here, Herr Rodriguez?"

Yes. This was an interrogation. Suddenly, I reach a clawed finger out and flick the ultra powerful HeatCrisper 5000 on. Armando winced. I could see that my interrogation lamp was quit unpleasant for a mortal such as himself. I grinned as he groaned in pain, blood dripping onto the floor behind him from the tight zipties holding his wrists together.

"Uggggh....no Senor Win-"

SMACK!!!!

Blood spurted to the side then trickled down his chin.

"Faucking Beana liah! You know vhy zis is happening! Do naut play shtupid!"

Tears slid down his face.

"Nooooo...I don't...please..."

"You know what you did. What's worse is that I don't have time for this shit. I have a match tonight, and yet, here I am having to punish a fucking beaner. For stealing from me. Fucking pitiful. You people make me sick."

I slammed the point of my steel toed combat boot into his shin, and the sound of his bones breaking. Oh my god, that was amazing. Almost gave me a hard on, honestly.

"Agggh! Ai dios mio, please stop!

"FAUCK NO! YOU BROUGHT ZHIS ON YOURZELF!"

I felt my nostrils flare, and knew he heard what my "help" dread hearing. The sound of the thick german accent meant that I was legitimately pissed off. Which was very bad for the recipient of my rage, because located on a nearby surgical table were a myriad of surgical tools. Scalpels. Pliars. Forceps. Blow torch. My "toys". Punishing human beings is so fucking fun. Especially thieving beaners.

"Let's seeeeee...."

He winced as I ran my hand over the scalpel. I gauged his reaction, frowning.

"Not enough. I need something more painful. But..."

"...."

He looked at me in silence for a moment, whimpering. You're probably wondering why I didn't gag him. Where's the fun in that? My clawed fingers wrapped around the scalpel.

"...IT SURE AS HELL IS FUN!!!"

He screamed as I swiftly stabbed the scalpel into the back of his head, sobbing loudly now.

"...(pant)...(hic)....please..."

His screams became louder as I twisted the scalpel into the muscle of his hand, bones and tendons cracking and snapping.

"Ohhhh...what's the matter? Does it hurt? DON'T TOUCH MY FAUCKING STAMP COLLECTION YOU FAUCKING THIEF!"

"I...(hic) (sniffle)...didn't..."

"Faucking liah!"

I grabbed the pliars from the table and forced his mouth open with the sheer force of my strength. He sobbed loudly as I thrusted the pliars into his mouth, gripping a molar, squeezing. Ripping. His anguished screams filled the mansion as I twisted and pulled. Blood poured as I pulled the molar and looked at it.

"This is fun...hehe...hehehe...wetback denistry at it's finest..."

"AGGGGHHHH SHTTTOOOPPPP P...AGGGGHHHH!!!!"

With every scream I felt myself becoming empowered. I felt his fear and pain lighting the fires inside of me. One by one, I pulled his teeth, leaving his mouth a bloodied mess of ripped gums with flesh hanging from them. No fucking novacaine with Doctor Winters, D.D.S. I picked up a small sledgehammer, twirling it in my left hand.

"Hrm...I've not shown you enough pain..."

I took aim at his knee and reared my mighty hammer back.

"...this is definitely going to hurt you more than it hurts...wait...nevermind."

That's no fucking fun. He's not moving so therefore, he won't feel anymore pain. At least not until he wakes up. But...but...I was having fun. Now who. Am I going to torture? Who's body am I going to decimate no-

Oh wait....Jason Ryder and Zak Mysery.

I turned the light off with a chuckle, and left the basement. Let my "toy" sleep. I have a play date tonight.

~End Scene~

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