“His tongue. He won’t be able to spread his racist bile ever again.” Although he’s beginning to come to, he’s still mostly out of it, which will make this part simpler. Grasping onto his jaw, I hold it open, gesturing to Rebecca to go ahead.
Leaning over him with her tongue sticking out in concentration, she grasps onto the offending muscle, and slices through it with her knife. His eyes fly open, the bloody stump of tongue waving around as hoarse, gargled screams come from his throat.
Rebecca waves his tongue in front of his eyes, her eyes dancing with mirth before she chucks it into the sink. “That was fun,” she jokes, pulling herself up onto the counter, swinging her legs.
Rapist Cunt tries to talk, drool and blood pouring down the side of his face, pooling on the counter.
“Sorry, can you speak up?” I ask with a laugh, going over to the box. Inside is a spoon with a sharpened end where the curve should be. His eyes track my every move, sweat beading his brow.
“Don’t you worry, I’m not killing you, remember?” I pat him on the head as he eyes the spoon I’m holding.
Gurgles and groans come from him, and I understand what he’s asking. “What? This?” I hold it up, the flickering fluorescent light above us glinting off of it. “Well, you see—your eyes don’t belong on what’s mine. So, I’m going to remove them. I’ll just scoop them right out, like ice cream.”
His head thrashes, and I swear I hear him trying to apologize. “Sorry? Is that what you’re saying?”
He nods, turning his head towards Rebecca, making the noise again. She gives him a hard look in return.
“Sorry? You’re sorry? For what? Grabbing me, pulling me out of the restaurant? For punching me, choking me, fondling me? For being a racist cunt?” He nods, a tear sliding down his face, his eyes begging for mercy. She slips down from the counter, coming over towards him. She gently strokes his hair and his eyes fill with hope.
“Where was your mercy?” she whispers in his ear. “Where was your decency? You claim to be a better man because your skin is white?” A dark laugh escapes from her. “Well, you see here, whatever your name is—it wasn’t black men that raped me as a child. It wasn’t black men that tortured me and defiled me. No, that was almost exclusively white men, and a couple of Latino men. Never a black man. This man here, the one you were so cruel about? He has saved me, stood by me, supported me, and freed me. He is the best of men.”
I’m floored by her speech, frozen to the spot as my heart warms. Coming over to me, she leans up and places a gentle kiss against my lips. “Do it,” she murmurs, and I shake myself out of it.
She holds onto his head, ignoring his gargled screams as I use the sharpened spoon to dig out his eyeballs. They join his tongue in the sink, and Rebecca pings them into the disposal, turning it on, letting them be flushed away.
Rapist Cunt looks terrifying now, and I rip off a length of his shirt, tying it over his eyes. Glancing back at Rebecca, I ask, “Should we take his hearing as well? Let him live in a dark, soundless shell?”
The wide grin that forms is answer enough. Finding the screwdriver I keep in the box, I gently but firmly push it into his ear. It’s a delicate procedure, I don’t want to go into his brain and kill him. Once both sides are done, I undo his binds and he falls to the floor, flopping like a fish.
To the pain, indeed. Unable to touch anything, see anything, hear anything, unable to express his needs in any way—this is a true hell. One I wish I could have sentenced Tony D’Angelo to.
We wash our hands in the sink and pack up our things, sprinkling the lighter fluid everywhere before bundling Rapist Cunt out of the house and back into the Jeep. Rebecca is the one to throw the match before we drive off, the flames lighting up the night sky in a brilliant orange glow behind us.
“Can you hand me a bottle of water from the back seat?” I ask Rebecca as I pull the Jeep over to the side of the road. Taking the water, I jump out, forming some mud with the dirt at the side of a boarded-up house. Smearing it over the license plates, I then use some to lightly obscure the windows and windscreen. Not so much that it stops me from driving, but enough to hopefully stop cameras from being able to pick up our pictures.
Driving through the Phoenix suburbs, I pull up in front of one of its smaller hospitals, dumping Rapist Cunt outside it and driving off.
That was maybe a stupid fucking thing to do, but I really want him to live a long and miserable life, wallowing in misery.
Fuck, we’re going to have to get rid of the Jeep now.
Chapter 32
Rebecca
It must be wrong, surely. To feel such elation, such excitement over what we just did. To destroy that man so utterly—fuck. I love the way Trey’s mind works. It’s diabolical and evil and delicious. It makes me wet all over again. To see him in action was incredible. He’s helped with the others, but let me take the lead. This time it was all him, and I’ll never forget how he looked when he was reveling in bloodshed.
I’m sure that man will wish that we had killed him, living like that would have to be most people’s nightmare. To be locked inside his body, with almost no senses? To never be able to listen to music or watch a movie, fuck, to even jerk himself off again? Maybe he’ll rethink being a racist, rapey cunt.
Or if he doesn’t, well...at least he won’t be able to spread his hatred everywhere, or rape any other innocent women.
At the end of the day, we provided a service to the women of Phoenix. One more predator off the streets.
Trey pulls up to our hotel, instructing me to wait in the car while he gets our things. We decided it was best to leave Phoenix, as the hospital cameras would have picked up images of the Jeep when we dropped Rapist Cunt off.
A movement outside the window has my gaze snapping towards it, but whatever it was that caught my attention has moved past my line of sight. A small shudder works down my body.We’ve already eliminated the threat, Rebecca. Calm down.
The lobby doors swing open, and Trey comes out with our bags, a small smile on his face when he catches me watching him. Returning it, I press the locking device, opening the cargo space for him.
