Part 28

Part 28

I cut off her clothes, put a painters bucket underneath her in case she ended up relieving herself in the process. I just didn't want to get any me since there's no place to wash and rid the smell. Using her panties and duct tape to muffle her screams in case she wakes up before I'm completely ready. I got undressed, put together a little torture device, and waited for her to wake up. I took one of the two by fours that was sitting on the ground and started hammering nails through it. The nails are exposed by maybe ten centimeters, which will cause pain, but wouldn't kill her. I sat that aside and picked up a few glass bottles that was spread around like thrown debris. I used the same two by four to crush the bottles collected, then put all the broken glass in a doubled plastic bag.

When she regained consciousness, there were no moans, no cries, she didn't even try to escape. She gave up before she tried to fight but that's a personal issue, I have my own problems, and my current problem is finishing before the sun come up. I covered my face before I walked out of the shadows, I didn't want to be the last image she sees before she dies. First up to bat is the two by four with nails; I needed to hear her scream and moan. Coming out of the shadows, her eyes widen, and her caramel complexion started to pale slightly. I walked around her twice before I went any further, I wanted to invoke fear without saying a word.

My actions came out of nowhere, to the point I surprised myself. I started beating on one of her feet and didn't give in. It was like cutting down a tree with an ax, I kept going and going. The anger and hate that ran through me had now taken over. I can't control myself, before I would always say something, have a plan but now, I want everyone to feel my wrath, share in my pain; but only they will die for my sorrows.

From one foot to the other; swing, swing, swing; connecting each time and I didn't stop until her feet sound like ground up hamburger when it hits the table. I rushed over to grab the plastic bag that contained the broken glass. Since I was in the groove I didn't want to lose this momentum, the feeling was something I never felt, and it felt awesome.

Letting out all of my frustrations, I start to beat her shines with the bags that has the broken glass inside. With every strick, she let out a loud moan, and more blood started to drip from her legs and feet. I decided to give myself a break, giving her enough time to feel each and every cut. Not too long after, I noticed she lost consciousness. To wake her, I grabbed two hand fulls of salt, and rubbed her feet and legs with it. She jolted up dazed and confused, then started having a seizure. I was so pissed off, I just slit her throat. I went into my bag to get a fresh pair of nail clippers so I could clip all of her nails since I'm not sure which ones has my skin and blood under them. Then dipped both hands in acid to make sure there were no traces of my DNA.