“I-I-I-I-I’ll apologize,” he said. “I’ll g-g-g-g-o back to jail.”
“Oh, you’ll apologize.” I laughed. “Matti, he’s going to apologize for raping her.”
Matti snickered behind me. “Sick fuck.”
I tossed the knife I’d had in my left hand and caught it with my right. His eyes widened even more, which seemed impossible. Maybe I should cut one out. Yeah, maybe I would. I set the tip of the knife on his Adam’s apple and poked his chest with it as I dragged it down.
“You know what we do to men who don’t know where to keep their hands?” I asked. “To men who steal?”
“W-w-w-w-hat?” he asked, then screamed, “No! Don’t cut off my hands. Not my hands.”
“Nah, don’t worry. Your hands are safe, Wally.”
“T-t-t-t-hank you.”His teeth were chattering so hard I was sure he’d chip a few of them.
“It’s pretty cold, isn’t it?” I grinned, cocking my head to look into his light blue eyes. He was having trouble keeping them open. He tried to nod. “Matti, be a good host and switch off the air conditioning. Mr. Baker is cold.”
Mattia did as instructed and backed away again, probably didn’t want to dirty his boating shoes.
“Let me give you a little tutorial,” I started, bringing the knife to the center of his chest and setting the tip on it. He shook uncontrollably, teeth still chattering. “The crime for stealing would be to cut off your hands, but I already told you I wouldn’t.”
“T-t-t-t-hank y-y-y-y-ou.”
I traced the tip of the knife lightly, drawing some blood as I dragged it down to his pelvis again. His eyes widened even more. He shook his head rapidly.
“N-n-n-n-o.”
“No? No, what?” I frowned.
“P-p-p-p-please. D-d-d-d-o don’t.”
“You haven’t told me what you did with the Pappy,,” I said. I stabbed his pelvis right over his dick.
His jaw wobbled. “I drank it.”
Holy fucking shit. If he’d said he sold it, I might have been lenient, but this piece of scum did not deserve a drop of that bottle. I brought the knife higher and slashed a line across his stomach. His scream was deafening. Blood didn’t just trickle out of him; it spilled like a dam opening up. It really was a good knife.
“P-p-p-p-”
“Please, what? You told me your daughter begged for you to stop, and you didn’t,” I said, holding the knife in a steady grip as I made my way lower. “You told me it was a mistake.”
“I-i-i-i-t was.”
“Well, I’m about to make a mistake, too.” I smiled at the look of horror he gave me when he realized where the knife was. “Maybe you’ll learn from this mistake and not repeat it in your next life.”
I sliced his dick off in one go. His screams bounced off the walls as blood cascaded down his legs. I stepped back to admire my work. It wouldn’t kill him, but it’s the price he paid for raping someone. Behind me, Mattia started to heave and throw up. I stared at Wally, watching the shivers become uncontrollable shakes, hearing the sounds of the chains rattle louder and louder. God, the human body was something else. He’d lost all this blood, and he was still alive. I moved forward and stabbed him on both sides of his stomach and, lastly, hit his femoral artery. Blood spattered all over me.
The chains stopped rattling. I groaned as I turned around and looked down at myself. I should’ve worn my other boots. I walked over to the bucket of disinfectant next to my table of instruments, dropped the knife in it, and then walked back to the lever. I pulled the lever and let the cold, angry water cascade over him. I pulled it again to switch it off and shook my head, looking at Matti. “That was boring, but it’ll have to do.”
Matti gaped at me, still holding his stomach.
“Come on, Matt. You’ve seen bad shit.”
“I’ve never seen a man’s dick cut off.” He gagged again.
“You know what Gio’s cousins would do?” I glanced over and smiled at the horrified face he was making. “They would’ve made him eat his dick.”
Matti set a hand on his stomach and started heaving.
