Shattered Wings

25. Echo

It’s time that this piece of shit pays for all the damage he’s caused. Ben’s about to be fucked six ways to Sunday. I’m going to relish in his pain. He deserves it for all the pain he’s caused everyone. He thinks I don’t know all of his secrets, but I know a lot more than he thinks I do.

“Can we get started?” Damn, why did I bring her into this? Her squeaky ass voice gets on my nerves. Why the hell did you fuck her, you dumbass? I’m always thinking with my dick, I guess.

“Once his clothes are all cut off, we can begin. Make sure his boxers go, too.”

“What the fuck, man? Why do you need to take my boxers off?” If only he knew what was coming. Hahaha. It’s going to be fucking epic.

“It’s going to be so much fun, Bennie Boo. I can’t wait to see your cock again. You probably won’t be as hard as you were last time, though.” She’s so fucking nasty. The girl will screw anyone with a dick attached between their legs.

I have all my tools setup on a covered table right next to Ben. He hasn’t seen them yet, but when he does, he’s going to flip the fuck out.

“Alright Boss. Clothes are off. What’s next?” Yeah, Matthew is so much better to work with. Usually I’m not his boss, but on this assignment he’s made an exception.

“You see that black container over there?” pointing toward my special surprise.

His lips lift in a smirk. “Yeah, I see it.” He walks over to the table it’s sitting on and picks it up, bringing it back to the table we have Ben strapped down to.

“Ben, we have a special treat for you. Have you ever heard of bullet ants? We have a few that want to spend some time with you, if you don’t mind,” I say, laughing my ass off.

“What the fuck! You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t put those damn things on me. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” What a little bitch.

“That’s the thing, Ben. There’s nothing you can tell me I don’t already know. I know everything, Ben, and it’s time to make you pay. Now back to the ants, these ants are really pissed off. I’ve been told that the sting of a bullet ant is one of the worst you can get. Cool fact, do you know where bullet ants come from? I’ll answer that for you. They come from Central and South America. You wouldn’t know anything about South America, would you?”

A strangled noise leaves his throat. At any moment, he’s going to piss himself. Matthew gets the little booties that we’ve made up. The bullet ants are intertwined with the woven booties. They won’t be hurt during this process, but Ben sure as fuck will be. I’m not a monster. I’d never hurt the ants, but Ben over here is a different story. Once Matthew gets the booties attached, we sit back and watch. It doesn’t take long before the first ant bites him, and then the second and third. With every bite, his screams get louder. I relish in his pain.

“Please stop this. Please, I’m begging you. Please take the ants away.” Sniveling little bitch.

“No can do, butter cup. You fucked up, so now it’s time to pay the price. Ben, you fucked with the wrong people. You already know this. We could always toss you into the ocean like you did to Christina.” With the mention of Christina, he stiffens. The ants stay. He needs to be tortured. “Hey, Matthew, pour a few of those ants on his chest.” He nods and grabs about five of them, dropping them onto Ben’s chest.

They are crawling all over his chest while scream after scream leaves his lips. The skin is red and swollen where he’s been bitten. Not going to lie, it looks painful as fuck and we can’t even see what’s happening with his feet. “Let’s go ahead and remove the booties. They have been on for almost an hour now. Time flies when you’re having fun.” Matthew just laughs but removes the booties.

“Damn, Bennie Boo. You look hella fucked up right now. Your feet look disgusting. I bet they hurt, huh? When’s it going to be my turn to do some damage?”

So fucking annoying. “You already did your job, pretty girl. Just sit there and look pretty. You don’t need to get your hands any dirtier than they already are.” That seems to make her happy. I just want her to stay sitting and shut the fuck up.

These marks look way worse than the ones I saw online. The poison can’t kill him, but I don’t need it to. That’s my job. But still...they look incredibly swollen and red. He’s been quiet for the last few minutes. I honestly think the pain has made him pass the fuck out. He could be in shock. This pain generally lasts for twenty-four hours. Too bad he’ll be dead by then.

“Matthew, let’s pack up all the ants and move on to phase two. I’m ready for some blood.” The smirk that Matthew sends me is down right sinister. He’s involved in some sort of secret society. I don’t ask questions, but I’ve heard stories. They sacrifice babies or some bullshit. Well, that’s what I’ve been told, but I don’t know if there is any truth to the stories. I know for a fact that this secret society is real. Matthew was only at the academy for a while because he got kicked out of his fancy ass other school. Hell, Matthew might not even be this guy’s real name. At this point, I don’t give a damn. He’s been helping me for years and he hasn’t betrayed me.

With all the ants put away, I look at Ben’s body, swollen and abused. My cock twitches in my pants at the sight of his pain. Grabbing a bucket of water, I toss it on his head. He wakes suddenly, gasping for oxygen. And then the screams begin again.

“You fucking asshole. I did nothing to you. Why are you doing this to me?”

He knows what he did, so I refuse to answer him. Grabbing a gag off of my tray, I stuff it in his mouth and clip it behind his head. I’d rather hear his grunts of pain than him screaming like a little bitch, for now. As I slide my gloves on and pick up my egg slicer, an evil smirk twists my lips. Wait, the cheese grater first. Shit, I’m getting ahead of myself. Matthew made another form of Ether for me. This one is called EtherXI. It’s going to fuck Ben all the way up and I can’t wait for it. Ether is a lot of things, but XI is on a whole other level. When ingested, it feels like your body is burning from the inside out. When the powder is poured on your skin, it literally melts like acid has been poured all over you. With the gloves still on, I grab a pill, push the gag aside, and shove it into his mouth.

“You better fucking swallow it, Ben. If you don’t, I’m going to make this so much worse for you. So don’t fuck with me.” He’s shaking his head back and forth, tears sliding down from the corner of his eyes. “Don’t be a pussy now. I thought you were a big bad man, Ben. Guess my intel was incorrect.”

“Hey, now! I always give you great intel. And I most certainly wasn’t wrong,” she whines. Maybe I should have gagged her, too.

“Sit over there and shut your fucking mouth. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.” She pouts but slumps back in her seat. I swear I hear her mutter “asshole” under her breath, but I don’t have time for her shit right now.

Back to business. It’s time to get this done. Plugging Ben’s nose, he has no choice but to swallow. Once ingested, EtherXi rapidly hits your system. Here we go in three…two…one…

Ben screams behind the gag as blood pours from his nose. Didn’t expect that to happen. The glorious crimson falling from his nose makes my cock harder than I thought possible. “Are you burning? I bet you feel like you’re on fire, huh?” Sweat is pouring from his body as he writhes on the table. Grabbing the powder form, I sprinkle some on his chest and hands. The sweat intensifies the effects. His skin looks like it’s melting. I find nothing but sheer joy in the sight.

Taking my obsidian blade off the table, I flay the thin skin from his dick. This knife cuts through like melted butter heated on a stove. The sounds of his screams behind the gag are so satisfying. “Matthew, please remove the gag.” He needs a taste. That’s the least I can do. We all know he enjoys tasting and touching things that aren’t his.

Matthew does as I’ve asked. Once he’s completed his task, I shove a few pieces of dick skin into his mouth. “You better fucking chew that shit up.” He gags as he tries to get it down, but he eventually does while throwing up, which is a surprise. Fed up with slicing his dick skin off, I decide to cut his whole dick off since he likes to put that in places it shouldn’t go. Fucking rapist piece of shit. It’s the least he deserves. His dick pours blood, but I’m not done yet so I can’t have him dying on me. Lighting up the torch, I cauterize the wound. “You’re doing such an excellent job for me, Ben. It’s too bad that I’m going to have to kill you.” He starts shaking, and tugging on the straps holding his wrists in places. It’s useless because he won’t ever get out of here to see the light of day.

Now onto the finale. I’ve been itching to try this out for a while, just haven’t had the opportunity. Grabbing the egg slicer, which has stainless steel wires that I’ve sharpened into slender blades. Setting it between his thighs, I put his balls on the base, lift the handle, and push down. It all happens in slow motion, like when you kill a bug and its guts go splat. His balls fucking explode. Blood hits my face and drenches my clothes. I’ve never felt more satisfied. I’ll use the cheese grater some other time. Blood coats the table, dripping onto the floor. Looks like a splatter painting. I need to take a picture of this. It won’t be long before he bleeds out. I think he passed out a while back, so he missed the ball explosion. Fucking dickhead.

Pulling the gloves off, I toss them onto a tarp that’s set up next to me. Then I take my phone out of my back pocket and snap a few pictures. I’ll have to get these printed to hang on my walls. This is my best work yet. Taking all of my clothes off, I drop them onto the tarp, too. Stepping off, she hands me new clothes and shoes. Once I’m dressed, I take a look over at Ben. His eyes have a blank stare. His chest isn’t rising and falling either. He’s fucking dead, but just to be sure, “Matthew, check his pulse.” He steps up to Ben, checks his pulse and nods at me with that deranged smile of his. My work is done here. Fuck, this feels good.

Opening my phone back up, I text the last person I’d ever want to speak to. It’s alright because they won’t have a clue who I am.

Echo: Come to 4225 Elmers Rd. It’s in the warehouse district. I’ve got a surprise for you.

Them: Who the fuck is this?

Echo: Oh, don’t you worry about that. You’ll want to see this though.

Them: *Attachment sent*

Them: I’m on the way.

“Let’s grab our shit and get the fuck out of here. Our job here is done.”

Until next time!