Depth Of Madness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is basicly a darker more up front version of "Born to Kill"

Submitted: October 28, 2010

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Eager as a child before christmas I watch and wait for my subject to awaken. While I'm waiting I may as well prepare my equipment. A smile of anticipation on my face I stroke my scalpel onto the grindstone, sparks are flying everywhere. I sit the scalpel down onto my tool tray and begin gingerly pushing five hundred caliber rounds into my smith and weston magnum. I hear screaming and I know whose to. The reason he's screaming is because as soon as I set him down on the chair I grabbed a spool of razor wire and wrapped it tightly around his wrists and ankles so I can imagine him being in some considerable pain. As theraputic as his pain is to me his screaming is giving me a headache and thats no good for anyone.I pick up my scalple. I squeeze his lips together and slowly stab the scalpel through both of his lips which are oozing blood.His screams are still muffled but its not as loud."That should shut you up." I say sharply, tears are streaming down his cheeks.A cruel grin on my face I say, "Brrr, it sure is cold aint it? lets see what we can do about that." I light a match and use it to start up a blowtorch which I had rigged under the chair.He lets out a muffled howl of immense pain as the flame torches his testicles."Just like roasting chestnuts in an open fire eh?" I say with a sadistic laugh.. I take out my revolver from my hip holster and without worning blast the high caliber rounds into each legs until I run out of ammo.I shut off the blowtorch by now all thats left of his balls is a pile of wet ash and two shrivled up pieces of charcoal. I rip the scalpel from his mouth taking his lips with them."You can speak now"

His screaming subsides for a moment. Then he asks me the same damn question they always ask,"What do you want?" after giving another sarcastic laugh I reply, "I want to inflict pain on you and this whole fucking race." I extract rubbing alcohol into a hyperdermic needle and stick it in his wrist and say, "You dont have a problem with needles do you?" With that said I inject the alcohol into his veins and laugh madly as it burns its way through his veins, his eyes are wide open as he writhes in pain the barb wire digging deeper and deeper in his wrists forming a deep gash. I am shaking i am so excited as i watch my subject scream in agonizing pain.I hum a melodie to myself as i calmly pick up the scalpel wich lay on my little work tray.Tears rolling down his cheaks he pleaded, " Please..." takes a gulp," I have a family... you cannot do this too me!" Somewhat intrigued as to the aspects of my subjects personal affairs i responded to his plead by saying,"you did not mention a family, do tell." A worried expression on the mans face he tells me, "yes I uhh.. i do sir." The man is panicking. Even though I have the answer to the question i ask my subject, "are you a good father? Have you ever struck any of your children before?" That question really seams to perturb my subject as i see he is sweating quite profusely, he is muttering some shit i can not hear.


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