Chapter 23 Casey #2
Kevin starts to struggle again, which causes the new guy to panic and flop around as much as he can. Which isn’t much.
Kendra hustles to her surveillance room to set things up. I squat beside the new guy. “What’s your name?” I ask so sweetly.
“Mar-Marvin.” His eyes are wild, taking in the place. He’s maybe mid-twenties. His parents must have hated him for naming him Marvin in this day and age.
“Well, Marvin, this is Kevin and he’s a pedophile.”
Marvin’s eyes go wide. He shakes his head the best he can. “I’m not a pedophile. Why am I here?” Tears spring in his eyes.
“You’re not innocent either.”
“I am. I haven’t done anything.”
“You raped the neighbor girl. Got her pregnant.”
Marvin shakes his head again. “That wasn’t me.”
“The ol’ wasn’t me excuse. Sure.” I walk my fingers over his arm. “The DNA test says that is a lie. You are the father.” Kendra must have worked on him for a bit to get the test already.
I feel my Nightmare persona sink in and I roll my shoulders. It’s almost showtime.
“Anyway, you’re here now. We have proof, rape kit and all. This is how tonight’s going to work.” I give them the rundown of our impending activities.
I sigh as Marvin tries to talk his way out of it.
“My parents will pay you whatever you want. That bitch was paid of—Fuck.”
“Caught ya.” I wink and shake his muzzle a bit.
Kevin snickers and starts to choke before he drools out saliva and blood.
“What did you do to him?” Marvin asks.
“You can’t see? I pierced his tongue, then hooked it to his muzzle.”
Marvin goes white. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
“Sorry, that ship has sailed. You’re tonight’s entertainment.”
“No. Please.”
“As if begging is going to make me change my mind. Silly, silly man.” I pat his shoulder and push back to my feet.
Kendra works at her laptop. “Just a few more seconds. And. Done. Ready when you are.”
I drop a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m ready.”
I throw my shoulders back and grab a new pair of gloves before strolling back out to tonight’s special guests.
I hit the button to start the voice modulator and the livestream.
“Good evening, my lovely little freaks. As you can see behind me, I have two special guests to play with tonight. I’m pretty excited about it. As you can see, I already got started with Kevin.” I walk over to the man and force his head towards the front camera.
“Kevin is a pedophile. I carved him up a bit.” I smile as I read the comments flying in. “Oh, his mouth? He was getting lippy with me, so I tied up his tongue. Pierced it, then hooked it to the muzzle. Perfect, right?”
Marvin cries silently next to us. I think he mumbles something, but I’m still telling Kevin’s story.
“I found the sick fucker in a park. He was watching kids and touching himself. He got on our radar because of his younger sister. She noticed how he looked at her kids. Caught him getting ready to violate one of her daughters. Now she’s among you getting ready to watch this man die.
” I blow the screens a kiss. “Lovely, this is for you.”
I move over to Marvin and start on his story.
“He raped the girl next door to him and got her pregnant. Then his parents paid her and her parents off. His son is seven now and doesn’t know he was born of rape.
” I trail a hand down Marvin’s arm. “He fucked up by trying to rape a woman on campus. Unfortunately, she couldn’t be bought, but the college could be. We took up her cause when we found it.”
I walk to the front of the room and give the spiel about not doing anything to the no no zones. “Now, my beautiful lovely freaks, what can I get started for you?”
This is my favorite part of the night. Comments fly across the screen and Kendra makes comments through the ear piece about some of the freakier ideas.
“I like this group,” Kendra laughs. “Make them eat each other.”
“I do like that one a lot.” But it also turns my stomach in a way I don’t want to show everyone that I might be weak.
I drag my tray of torture devices into view of the victims. “I’m liking the idea of making you watch everything.
” I grab the scalpel and lift it to Marvin’s eye.
“Don’t worry, you’ll only suffer a few hours.
” I slice off his eyelids as he screams. “Perfect.” I lay the severed flesh on his forehead, the blood sticking both eyelids to his sweaty brow.
Kevin’s breathing picks up, and he tries to shake his head. I tighten the strap when I get to him. I take one lid, then the other, also placing them on his forehead.
“Looks a bit uncomfortable.” I squirt eye drops in their eyes to wash out the blood. “You don’t look appreciative.”
Fingernails. That’s all a comment says and I have to say, all sorts of fingernail torture is my favorite.
“Twenty fingernails. I can do whatever I want a couple of times.”
Pins under the nails.
Remove the fingernails.
Cut them too short.
Pull them.
Rip them.
I grab a few pins and just hover one under one of Kevin’s nails. The man whimpers.
“Awe, I want you to beg. Scream for me, Kevin.”
He tries to clamp his lips shut over his drying tongue.
“Ah, wait.” I grab a water bottle and pour it over his exposed flesh. “That feels better, right?”
“Nnnnnn.Fsyou.” I’m assuming he said fuck you.
“I’ve got the best cock lined up for after we finish with you. I’ll be bouncing on it until the sunrise.” Can’t wait.
I jam some pins under Kevin’s nails, and the glorious screams start back up. I’m pretty sure Marvin pissed himself already, and that’s unfortunate.
I move over to Marvin and grab my pliers.
“No! No! Please!”
I kneel on the floor and hold his hand down while I pry a few nails off. The raw skin beneath slowly pools blood that makes tiny rivers down the chair.
I smash Kevin’s thumb, then wiggle off his nail. More screams. Maybe I should record them to play again and again when I’m feeling sad. We record our sessions, but a soundtrack of screams would be amazing. I’ll have to remember to ask Kendra about it sometime.
Acid, someone comments.
Mmmm. Acid is dangerous, but I do enjoy it.
I grab a pair of scissors and rip open both pant legs of our victims. “I think you need a wax.” Not as dangerous or painful as acid, but I want to make it hurt worse first.
I dab wax all over Kevin’s thigh and press a cloth down. Do I know what I’m doing? Absolutely not. I’m just going off vibes and what I’ve seen on TV. I think the wax is too hot, but I don’t care. I let it cool a bit, then rip.
If Kevin had any slack, he would have skyrocketed to the ceiling. The wail is music to my ears. I continue on until both legs are done. Then it’s Marvin’s turn. He’s still crying and begging for mercy, but he won’t find any here.
“You know people do this willingly, right?” I pour the wax over Marvin’s leg and smooth down the cloth. I wish he could see my grin as I rip his hair away.
Finally, I have their legs smooth. “Ready for your exfoliation treatment?” I lift the bottle of acid.
Kevin swallows over and over. I start with Marvin first. Pouring slowly from his knee, watching the liquid race down his leg.
I pour a bit on his thigh. The stench of burning flesh fills the air and I hold my breath.
I’ll have to remember to tell the clean up crew I used acid tonight so they can take extra precautions.
“You probably won’t have legs by the time I’m done.
” I grin up at him. His eyes flutter back, even though he doesn’t have lids anymore.
“Well fuck. I don’t like it when they pass out.
” I look down at the leg that’s already disintegrating before my eyes. Fuck it. I pour acid on his other leg.
Kevin’s crying now. He can’t even see the mess of Marvin’s legs, but he can smell it.
“Ah, your turn. Maybe in your next life you won’t touch children.” I pour heavier than I had on Kevin, drenching both legs.
I step back to look over my handiwork. There’s still plenty of time before they die and if they’re lucky, the acid will burn away nerve endings and they won’t feel their legs burning off.
“Nap time’s over Marvy.” I grab the smelling salts and wake him. He’s screaming again and I go to humming as I work on a few more nails. I take a knife and slice down the middle, then rip the two parts away.
“One time I really fucked up and cut off someone’s hand. They pulled their stump from the chair and started hitting me before I could figure out what the absolute fuck was happening. Never made that mistake again.”
Another request comes in. Scoop out an eyeball.
I grin at the screen. “Hmmm, let’s just do the one eyeball. Whose should it be?”
So many people say Kevin it’s a bit comical. “Looks like you’re the popular one.” I pick up my scalpel again. He can’t close his eyes, but it doesn’t stop him from trying.
I get my finger inside the rim of his eye and start meticulously cutting it out. Juice spurts, which always grosses me out, but I push on until the entire eyeball is in my hand. I show it to the audience. “Pretty blue. Such a shame.”
I look over at Marvin. “I think you need a snack to keep your strength up. Open wide. Or I’ll do it for you.”
He clamps his mouth shut. I trip on my way to him, and I end up crushing the eyeball on my fall. “Well fuck. Guess we got a new blooper reel.” Kendra laughs from her spot in the security room.
“Ssssuorigh,” Kevin says, and I can only assume he means serves you right.
“Maybe I won’t make you eat eyeballs,” I mumble and turn back to the screens. “What else, my lovely freaks? There’s still more time left for the show.” I grin, but they can’t see behind the balaclava.
We continue for hours. Slicing off fingers, cutting into flesh, sewing Marvin’s lips together. The cries and screams stopped long ago. They understand their fate at the hands of the commenters.
Shoot them.
That’s the usual ending. After so long of watching someone get tortured, my viewers usually opt for the quickest way to kill the victims. It’s fine by me.
“Clean-up crew is five minutes out,” Kendra says in my earpiece.
I pick up the gun from my tray of torture and point it from Kevin to Marvin. “Who should I shoot first?” I ask.
Marvin is the winner. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. “May hell burn you for eternity.” There’s silence after the shot. His lidless eyes look lifelessly ahead.
Kevin barely nods. And I aim between his eyes. Shoot.
It’s over.
“And that’s all we got for tonight. Don’t forget to donate to your local places for victims of domestic and sexual violence.” I cut the feed and yank off the sweaty, bloody gloves. I throw them on the bodies so the crew doesn’t miss them.
The crew comes in all smiles and jokes as I pour bleach over the spot I vomited in earlier today.
“Yo, Casey!” Greg waves as he sees me. “Nice to see you two days in a row.”
“Awe, good to see you, too. I’d hug you, but...” I hold out my arms where I’ve got blood over my black clothes.
“Next time.” He snorts. “Two-for-one? Damn, that’s exciting.” He pulls a giant tarp in behind him. “Rest of the crew’s behind me. We just got excited to see tonight’s art.”
I snort. “Of course, that’s how you’d see it.”
“You don’t?” Greg looks me over. “There’s always art in death. Viewers curate it, you create it, we clean it away as if it never existed. It’s a beautiful cycle, don’t you think?”
“Never thought of it like that.” Never gave Greg that much credit to thinking so hard about it.
“Sometimes I got good thoughts.” He taps his temple. “Now it’s time to figure out where these two go.”
“I’ll leave y’all to it. I need to wash up so I can get some D.”
“You and dick.” Greg cracks a smile and the rest of the crew comes in.
Five people in total and every one of them loves this kind of thing.
We vetted each one ourselves and trust them all.
Sure, there’s the whole the more people that know a secret the harder it is to keep, but if you trust your people, there’s nothing to worry about.
Kendra’s packing up when I meet her in the security room.
I tip my head to the bathroom. “Gonna hit the shower, then head back home. Told Dallas we had a gig that was hours away, so it’d be weird if we showed up at different times. Unless you got a thing with someone?”
She wiggles her phone. “Got a thing with Bella.”
“Oh, have fun!”
“Plan on it.” Kendra stops before leaning toward me to kiss my cheek. We do air kisses instead and she’s out the door.
Then I’m in the shower scrubbing everything off before I head home for my much awaited dickening.