Everything went black as Travis’ limp body hit the ground.
Eddie looked up and down the corridor, and no one witnessed what had just happened.
“Drag him inside,” Eddie said to Ness, and he shut the door behind them. They bound him to the table using duct tape and the rope that Eddie had packed into the duffel bag.
Once he was securely fastened to the table, Eddie handed Ness a mask and safety goggles: “Depending on what you want to do, this might get messy.”
“You’re leaving this entirely up to me?” Ness asked, surprised. “He’s your victim. You choose how he dies,” Eddie responded nonchalantly.
“Well, the gun and the silencer aren’t really needed now, but I would like to make him pay for raping that girl and possibly other girls,” Ness walked up to the duffel bag and removed the scalpel and hunting knife. “Let’s remove those pants, shall we.”
Eddie’s eyes widened when he realized what Ness was intending on doing but didn’t stand in her way. Ness cut Jones’ pants around the groin area and cut through his underwear. With his legs being bound by the duct tape, it would be practically impossible to remove the pants without releasing him, so Ness found another way to expose his genitals.
“It’s a lot smaller than I was expecting,” Ness said devoid of emotion. “But now we need to wait for him to wake up. There’s no point in this next step if he’s still unconscious. I want him to experience every detail of what’s about to happen to him.”
Eddie nodded and walked to the faucet where he filled a glass of water and walked back to Jones. He proceeded to throw the water into his face.
“What the fuck!” Travis Jones spluttered against the water, but Eddie caught his mouth with a firm grip.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Travis. You are going to die tonight, so you might as well not fight it,” Eddie’s laugh was sinister. Travis’ eyes widened in terror as Eddie shoved a kitchen rag into his mouth and covered it with duct tape. “Don’t want you to disturb the neighbors,” Eddie said, slapping him on the cheek.
“It’s up to you, grasshopper,” Eddie backed away from the table.
“I see he has high-quality kitchen knives. Would you place one of the blades on an open flame on the stove? We’ll need to cauterize the injuries, so he doesn’t bleed out,” Ness said.
“Holy shit . . . and here you thought I was the sicko,” Eddie smiled and did as he was instructed. He turned the flame on high and placed the large chef’s knife onto the flame. The handle was treated oak, so Eddie was careful not to get it too close to the flame. He left it on the flame until the tip of the knife started glowing: “The blade is ready when you need it.”
Ness nodded and walked to the television; she turned it on with the remote and turned the volume up. It wasn’t enough to disturb the neighbors, but it was loud enough to drown out Travis’ muffled cries. That done, she walked back to the table and leaned over him: “So, Travis, which is more valuable to you? Your testicles or your penis?”
“Mmmmm!” He fought against his restraints and tried to scream.
“We’ll start with the testicles then,” Ness said, picking up the scalpel. “I’m not going to lie—this is going to hurt.” The scalpel cut into the scrotum like it was made of tissue paper. Travis screamed in pain against the gag in his mouth. The blood started pouring onto the table, but Ness didn’t stop. She calmly cut through the bloody tissue until the scrotum along with his testicles were lying in her gloved hand. “Bring the knife, please,” she said calmly.
Eddie picked the knife up with a kitchen towel and handed it to Ness—he watched her carefully. This was, most certainly, not the type of reaction he was expecting. There’s a lot more to you than meets the eye, Ness.
Ness pushed the red-hot blade against the bleeding wound. There was a sizzling sound, and they all were assaulted with a pungent burning smell as the wound stopped bleeding. Travis’ pubic hairs and hairs on his inner thighs curled and smoked as Ness held the blade against him. He moaned against the pain, but they were becoming softer. Ness could see that he was starting to fade out of consciousness. She slapped him as hard as she could across his cheek and grabbed his hair. She moved her face within inches of his. “No, no, no . . . you’re not going to get out of it that easily. Besides, we’re just getting started,” Ness smiled at him and handed the knife back to Eddie. “It needs reheating.”
Eddie narrowed his eyes at her. Was there something within Ness that he’d initially missed? What type of monster was he creating? Was he even responsible for creating this? He took the knife from her and walked back to the stove, placing it on the flame. Within seconds, it was glowing again. “It’s ready!” he called out.
Ness turned to Travis, “Now for the next part.” Ness grabbed his penis and gripped it as hard as she could. His eyes widened from the pain. Ness placed the scalpel against the base of the penis and started cutting. She was initially surprised because the penis was bleeding much more than the testicles did, so she sliced as quickly as she could to avoid the blood from pouring out over the table and onto her shoes. “Bring the knife, please,” she called out. Eddie brought the knife and Ness repeated the process on the bleeding wound. Ness could see that Travis’ eyes were losing focus from the blood loss, so she moved around to his head and held the scalpel to his throat.
“Ness,
