"Easy, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm going to make sure you get out of here, but first I need to deal with this bad man. Can you stay still and quiet for me?" He flipped on the lamp beside the bed, sure that the girl would panic when she saw his masked face, but she didn't. Instead, she stared at him with wide eyes as she nodded.
He longed to remove the tape over her mouth, but it was a rule the team had that they never touched the children in any way unless they were at risk. The police would be there soon, and he had to trust they would work quickly to take care of the children.
With light filling the small room, D quickly pulled the man off the bed, trying to ignore the naked child on the other side. Tears filled her eyes, and she seemed to be trying to say something through the gag that was in her mouth.
"I know you're scared, but I promise help is coming. The police will be here shortly." His focus was on the man now at his feet, even though he spoke to the child. "Let me make sure this man is tied up so he can't hurt you anymore." He kneeled down beside the man, glaring at him. Usually, he had a lot to say to the person he was about to castrate, but with the girl in the room, he stayed silent.
The fear in the man's eyes brought joy to D as he took out the zip ties and tied one of the man's hands to the base of the mattress frame, then the other to the leg of the nightstand. He didn't waste any time stripping the man of his pants.
He saw when the man realized what was going to happen. It was the moment D lived for. Usually it happened when he tied the string around the man's cock and balls and then pulled out his knife. He nodded to the man as he held up the curved blade knife for him to see. "Never again." He pulled the strings tight, away from his body, then without hesitation sliced through the man's flesh, detaching them from his body.
Blood poured from the wound, but that was natural. There were a lot of vessels in that area. That was what the torch was for. First, he managed to insert the catheter tube into his urethra. That was the hardest job of all of it. Working through the blood and mess made it hard to find at times, but he'd done this enough to know what he was looking for. With the tube in place, he took out the torch. "You're going to smell something really bad in a minute, but don't worry. It's just some stuff to make sure this man doesn't escape and hurt you again." He wanted the girl to stay as calm as she could.
True to his word, the smell of burning flesh filled the room as he cauterized the wound. That done, he took the man's cock and balls from the floor and held them up for the man to see. It was times like this he wished the perverts could talk or react. The medication subdued them enough that he never got the reaction he wanted from them.
Making sure he'd pocketed everything, D stood and turned to the young girl. "The bad man is tied up and won't get away. I need to go and call the police. They will come to get you so you can go home."
She shook her head frantically.
It was almost enough to guilt D into helping her loose, but he couldn't break the rules that kept him safe. He needed to get out and let the police handle the rest. If their information was right, there was another girl down the hallway. D pulled out the small spray paint can he had on him and headed down the hall. He paused, carefully trying to open the door. When he found it locked, he spray-painted a heart on the door, hoping he was right and the girl was in there. He then sprayed arrows from the main bedroom to the door so that the police would know to follow the path. It wasn't like they wouldn't clear the home anyway, but this way they would hopefully be aware that there was another child in that room and do what they could not to scare her.
With his work done, D made his way out of the home, pausing only to make sure that there was no one around before hurrying to his car. He pulled the mask off his face as he started the engine, then slowly pulled away. He waited until he was a few blocks from the home before pulling out his burner phone and calling the police to let them know kids were in danger and there was a single perpetrator tied up inside the home. He then sent a quick text to Jeremy.
Task completed. STK
Once he'd let Jeremy know he was safe, he headed to the small lake in the area. It wasn't the ideal place to dump things, but it would do for now. In time, he'd find other locations in the area that would work as well. He liked that there were several lakes in the area so no matter where the job took them, they would hopefully have a dump site.
Pulling up beside the lake, he shut off the car. Taking time to make sure he got everything, he bagged all the items he'd used, including the burner phone, and tied it tightly. Being so late, there wasn't anyone around, and Jeremy had already checked the area for cameras. Confident he was safe, he walked to the edge of a small bridge and dropped the bag into the water. He wasn't exactly sure how deep it was, but it would hide what he needed to hide.
Once that was done, he headed back to the house, high on adrenaline and feeling good about finally getting back to work. Tonight, the abuse of two girls would end, and one pedophile would never rape another child again.
He wanted to celebrate. He usually went out and found someone for a long night of sex, but since he was trying to keep a low profile, he wondered if Jeremy would be up for it. While they hadn't discussed the sex they had, they had flirted a lot while working the case the last few days, and there was no denying how great sex was between them.
Bryon had always warned them about getting involved with a team member, but this was just sex. D didn't see a problem as long as they both agreed with what they were doing. Besides, Bryon didn't have room to make rules like that, for one, this was now his and Jeremy's team, not Bryon's, and Bryon had broken his own rule when he started seeing Becca.
He wasn't going to overthink things. Hopefully, Jeremy would be up for some fun, if not, he'd have to head home and find some good porn online. One way or another, he'd find his release.
He wasn't sure why sex eased his mind. He'd always used it for an escape. Even back when he was younger, he'd found sex with men to be the only thing that could take his stress away. It didn't matter if it was with a partner or solo honestly, but having a good orgasm seemed to cure things for a while. It never lasted long, and usually after a day or two without he was on the hunt again looking for more.
When Xander had been single, it had been easier. He always had his wingman to go out with. They'd been best friends since meeting in the Army, and Xander was the only person who knew exactly what had gone on in his past. It was a secret he was sure Xander would take to the grave with him. Bryon knew a little, but not the graphic details about the hell D had been through. He never asked Bryon how he knew, but then again, Bryon always seemed to be able to figure things out somehow. It's why he was so good at recruiting for the team. It was as if he could read peoples' souls.
D turned up the radio. He wasn't going to let memories of the past get him down. He was back to work, running his own team, and life was going to be good again once things settled. He had a good future to look forward to. He just needed to focus on that. The past was the past and better left there.
Pressing the gas pedal down, he headed to the house, hopeful that Jeremy would be ready to celebrate.
