Part 5

Part 5: Detailed and a tad gruesome. (No one was hurt while writing this part.)

By the time we got to the house, I've heard damn near their entire life story, thanks to Matt asking all of those questions. If it were up to me I'd kill them all, the females because of their extraordinary long stories and for pleasure; and I would kill Matt because he doesn't know the meaning of "silence is golden." Finally at the house we take them directly to the shed, there's no reason in having these females in our home dropping hairs and dead skin. Matt turned on the radio for them and I went to get some wine laced with GHB, best known as the date rap drug. I made sure I got the females some sandwiches, chips, and pretzels just in case they haven't eaten yet.

Twenty-five minutes into their party time, both females started to nod. Now, the real party is about to start. Strapping them down to a chair of their own, we pull out our tools so we can get down to business. These are our first kills since the eight we tortured a few months back. We killed seven of the eight and allowed the eighth one to walk free as we promised. What she didn't know was that her upper teeth were going to be pulled out, bottom jaw would be removed, and her hands dipped in acid to make sure she wasn't identifiable if she ended up dying before she got to the hospital or police station.

Anyway, back to the current situation. Both females are completely out of it and out of reach with reality, this drug mixed with whatever else they had in their system has them talking all crazy. So the first thing we do is clamp their mouths open, use another set of clamps to weigh their tongue down, taking a scalpel to cut into their tongues as if we were splitting a sausage in half. Which makes it easier to cut when extracting it completely out. Slicing into Diamond's tongue gave me life. My blood felt like it started to boil, my face got extremely hot, and the way the  excitement running it's course through my body, it was gratifying and immensely pleasurable. Her eyes pop open, red and dilated, she can feel the pain but can't move to do or say anything.

Blood squirting all over me, running down her chin, she begins to moan. I throw her tongue on our work table and start to make an incision at her bottom lip to the corners of her mouth, straight across her cheek, down and around her earlobe, to the bottom of her jawline to the other side. My goal at this point isn't to kill her, but to pull off her skin. My only dilemma is not knowing how to pull someone's face clear off. At this time I can only do it piece by piece; with practice I'll get there. So for now, she'll suffer more than the next person; que sera sera.