Chapter 9 Kage
Kage
THE EXECUTIONER
Frankie’s whole body trembles, his breathing harsh and uneven.
Every muscle is locked tight, waiting for what comes next.
I love this part. The anticipation, the silent suffering, the way their mind breaks before their bodies do.
It makes my dick grow hard in my pants and I fucking love it.
I need my little bird to help me relieve this ache.
Maybe I’ll pay her a visit after I finish playing with Frankie.
I reach for the pliers. There’s something poetic about this moment.
The weight of the tool in my grip and the way the cold steel feels against my palm.
Frankie already knows what’s about to happen as he fights against the chains that bind his legs and one good arm to the chair, what’s left of his other hand clutched protectively to his chest.
I grab onto the hand that isn’t damaged yet, and reach for his pointer finger.
“You won’t be needing any of these where you’re going, Frankie.
” I say, as I pull his finger with my left hand and use my pliers to detach the finger from his hand with my right.
The sounds his bones make as they shatter between my pliers is music to my ears.
Blood spurts out like a water hose that's out of control, coating the concrete floor in dark shades of red.
I smile at the sight of the blood, feeling my cock grow harder as I watch it squirt out of his hand. It’s a fucking delicious image, one that I’ll be replaying in my head for a while.
Frankie is screaming even louder now, his pleas echoing off the walls, begging for me to leave the other fingers intact.
I can’t help the cackle that rips through me.
Some may think I’m unhinged, and maybe they’re right, but nothing is sweeter than the sounds of a pedophile choking on the pain they once served, getting a taste of their own filth.
The strong stench of ammonia permeates the room, filling my nostrils, and I scrunch my nose at the scent. I look down beneath where Frankie sits and notice a dark spot blooming in the center of his pants. The fucking coward, it seems as though he can dish out the pain but can’t take it.
What a fucking pussy.
“Did you just fucking piss yourself?” I scoff in disgust, as I watch the puddle beneath him continue to grow.
I knew this would happen eventually. They always release their filthy fucking fluids right before the end. I’m just surprised he hasn’t shit himself yet.
“Please! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “Is that so? Huh. What a shame. I was just starting to get to the fun part.” I line up the pliers with the next finger over, just to make sure he’s really ready to loosen those lips.
“You better start talking quick, once Kage starts pulling, he doesn’t want to stop.” Nox quips as he pulls up a chair and sits down, seemingly bored as if this is just another normal Wednesday night.
“I was just doing what I was told. T-they made me!”
I grip his finger with my pliers, shattering bone to dust and ripping the useless flesh off his hand, watching his blood spurt profusely onto the concrete some more. He might bleed out before my fun is over.
“We all have a choice, Frankie, and you chose wrong.” Nox deadpans, as he gets out of his chair to grab Frankie’s acid eaten hand, slaps it on the rolling cart, and uses the hammer to absolutely pulverize what was left of his hand. Nox doesn't stop, and neither does the screaming.
I swear my dick has never been harder than when I see Nox in his element.
No one does it quite like he does. He could whip his cock out right now, and I would suck him off right here while kneeling in this man's blood. But we haven’t been together, just the two of us, since he first found out about my past. That first night, everything was perfect and I thought we’d finally be together but I don’t think he’s come to terms with his feelings or his sexuality as I have.
Now Nox will only play with me when a woman is involved, even though he’s fucked my ass before. Plenty of times. Once we start playing, anyone else fades into the background. But maybe things will be different now that we have our little bird.
“Well Frankie, the fun has only just begun! I have a special surprise for you!” I give Frankie my best psychotic smile, watching as his eyes continue to grow in terror.
The thing about the way I torture is I don’t just stop whenever they feed me the information.
Where’s the fun in that? I enjoy pushing them further, showing them zero mercy, because they never showed those kids any.
You think they stop fucking them just because they’re good little kids that do whatever they tell them to? Fuck no. So why should I?
I make my way over to the appliance room, my smile only deepening as I stare at all my little friends.
I grab my antique hand pump syringe that morticians used in the late 1800s and hold it up to the light.
The instrument is large and shaped ironically similar to a metal dildo.
It’s meant to have a tube attached to the end of it to inject fluids into body cavities, but it works just fine without the tube.
I begin to walk out of the appliance room when the glint of one of my special friends smiles at me, grasping my attention.
A vintage Victorian egg topper. A tool I’ve been saving for many years.
I found it at a small antique shop when I was seventeen, the teeth attached to the inside fascinated me.
It was the perfect tool for a little slice and dice to one particular man's dick. I’ve been saving it ever since, patiently waiting for the moment I come face to face with the man who violated me.
Admiring my little friend one last time, I shut off the lights and make my way back to the main room.
Putting my gloves back on, I plunge the syringe into the canister filling it with the acid. Nox smiles at me, already knowing what’s about to happen.
“Oh, Frankie, you’re going to love this.” I taunt. “Nox, remove his cuffs, would ya?”
“W-what are you going to d-do to me? Are y-you gonna let me g-go?” Frankie blubbers, and I roll my eyes at his dumb ass question. The fuck he thinks this is?
“Quite the opposite, actually. Do I look like someone that’s going to just let you leave? Let me give you a hint. The answer is ‘no’. Nox, roll him on his stomach and pull down his pants.”
“K-Kevin,” he stammers. “His name is Kevin something. I-I don’t know the last name, I swear! He runs the pickups, he handles the kids, I only deal with him through drops! Please!”
I let the silence stretch for a moment, watching the way he panics like a mouse caught in a trap. Then, I smile. Slow, deliberate, and cruel.
“So you’re the one kidnapping the kids and he’s the one moving them? Right. See? Was that so hard?”
Frankie sobs and slumps in the chair he’s chained to, his blood pooling around him. But we’re not done. Not quite yet.
“Nox. Stomach.”
“Wait, what? I told you what you wanted to know! Please! L-let me go!”
Nox releases his cuffs and picks him up by his arms, careful not to get too close to his acid-ridden hand.
Frankie’s body starts flapping around in his grip like a fish out of water, but he’s no match for Nox’s strength.
He drops him onto the floor on his stomach, Nox’s knee digging deep into Frankie’s back as he rips his pants and boxers off, showcasing his bare ass.
Holding the acid filled embalming syringe in the air, I stare at it as if it’s the most perfect piece of art I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
Frankie is still trying to get out from under Nox’s knee, but it’s no use.
He’s getting this syringe shoved up his ass whether he likes it or not, similar to how he likes to force himself onto kids without their consent.
“You ever been fucked in the ass before, Frankie?” He’s screaming so loud now, I have to yell over him just so he can hear me.
“I’ll take that as a no.” I deadpan, and Nox just laughs.
“Usually, it feels pretty damn good.” I glance over at Nox and give him a wink.
“Today, not so much. Open up big boy, this one’s going to sting.
” I push Frankie's knees up to his chest and spread his cheeks, shoving the syringe as far as it’ll go without lube and inject the liquid.
It’s actually pretty easy to get it in there, considering the acid is eating away at his ass with every second that passes.
Frankie is wailing now as I pull the syringe out, watching as blood and tissue ooze out of his newly enlarged asshole and admire my work.
“Please! Please! Make it stop! Make it stop!”
I crouch down in front of Frankie, tilting my head and running my knife along his cheek. “For being such a good boy, I’m going to give you thirty more seconds to give me a location before I shove this here knife up your new asshole.”
Frankie’s head shoots up from where he lays, accidentally slicing his face against my blade.
“T-Thirty seconds?!” His voice is laced with sweet terror. He didn’t even wince from the cut along his face. Probably because he’s so focused on the pain from his new gaping hole.
“Well, twenty-two now that you won’t stop blubbering, silly. You're wasting time.” My smile grows wide and I know he probably sees something demonic in my eyes. He wouldn’t be wrong. Any innocence I once had was stripped away from me the moment Dan touched me.
“Fuck, I don't know the exact location of the whole operation,” I hold up my blade and begin to stand but the fucker stops me with his cries. “W-Wait, wait, wait! I can give you the meeting point we always met at! W-We have a meeting lined up. You can go in my place!”
“Nine seconds, Frank. Where’s the meeting location?” Nox pushes, his patience wearing thin. I think of my little addiction, and for once, I agree with him, ready to just kill this son of a bitch and get it over with so I can get to her. I need my fix.