Ted passes out twice, but we wake him up both times.
We’re not just doing what he’s done to the children.
Tor grabs his dick and shoves a pencil wrapped in barbed wire up his urethra as far as it goes, and pulls it out even faster.
The sound it makes is indescribable, and he almost passes out.
He doesn't get to escape into unconsciousness.
Doesn't get to miss a single moment of what's happening to him.
This is what he earned.
This is what he deserves.
By the time Tor is finished, Ted is barely recognizable as human.
A broken, bleeding thing that used to be a man.
A monster reduced to meat.
"Please," he whispers. "Please just kill me.Please."
Fenrir looks at me. "You brought him in. You want to finish it?"
I consider it for a moment.
The gun at my hip.
The knife in my belt.
The dozens of ways I could end Ted Tomlinson's miserable existence.
But then I think about Ingrid.
About the ring in my pocket.
About the woman waiting for me upstairs.
"No," I say. "I need to get back to her. Someone else can finish it."
Fenrir nods and pulls his own gun, pressing it to Ted's temple. "For my daughter," he says quietly.
He pulls the trigger.
The sound is deafening in the enclosed space.
Ted's body slumps.
What's left of his head paints the wall behind him.
And just like that, it's over.
The man who attacked Ingrid.
The man who stole her ring.
The man who raped children.
