Chapter Two #3
I hold the paper as he writes his note. Any time I feel like he's going to deviate, I give the saw another tug. It works well to keep him on task, and his pitiful begging is entertaining as fuck. When the note is finally up to my standards, I tear it off and leave it on the couch for Betsy to see.
With a quick flick of my wrist, my saw glides into his appendage. It gets about halfway in before Pete's muffled screams fill the room. With another hard tug, the saw slices through the rest of his dick, which flops rather disappointingly onto the plastic sheet.
"Well, that was anticlimactic." I sigh. "Yeah, maybe next time I'll wait until I'm in the slaughter room so I can enjoy the blood a little more," I muse to myself as Pete's eyes roll back in his head and he passes out.
Grabbing a sedative from my bag, I inject him to ensure he stays out until I can get him home.
As I roll him towards the front door, I'm glad Pete Driscoll is a rather small man. He can't be any taller than me, and minus the beer gut, he's a wiry little fuck.
I drag him onto the front porch and leave him there while I back my jeep up to the side with the broken railing.
I kick Pete into the back, then return inside to make sure I've covered everything and left as little evidence as possible.
Wrapping his dick up in the plastic sheet, I pull out a garbage bag and shove it all in before double-checking the room and zipping my bag to head home.
The drive through Aspen Hollow at this time of night is peaceful as I prepare to end Pete Driscoll’s life.
Almost back home, I pull out my phone and call Mama.
While I can handle this piece of shit on my own, I don't want to throw out my back getting him out of the jeep. I suppose I could just kick him out, like I kicked his ass off the porch and into the back, but it will be a lot faster with Mama’s help.
I park as close to the slaughter room as I can and wait for her as my darkness fights to overtake my light.
"Hi, Mama."
"Hi, sweet girl. Let's get him outta sight as quick as we can." Mama helps me get Pete into the room, but startles when he starts stirring.
"Jesus, Jolene. You didn't tell me he was still alive!" She jumps back as her hand flies to her chest.
It pulls my focus away from admiring my tools lined up on the wall. As much as I'd like to draw this out, I know Mama isn't a huge fan of me torturing these assholes.
I grab a vial off the shelf and inject Pete so he goes off to a deep sleep, never to wake up again. What Mama doesn't know is that I gave him enough to paralyze and slow his breathing, but the asshole is still alive. He just can't make a sound.
I get the pleasure of drawing out his pain while Mama thinks he’s had a generally painless death. It’s a win-win for the both of us.
"Why don't you help me get his clothes off, then you can take them out to the burn barrel. I know you're not a fan of this part. I can let you know when I'm all done here."
"Thanks, honey." Mom caresses my cheek then hurries to get the clothes and leave.
I wait until she's out of the door before I turn to Pete. Grabbing the eyelid speculums from my tools, I make sure Pete's eyes are open wide—I'm going to be the last thing he sees as I cut him to pieces.
"What's wrong, Petey boy? You don't like being the helpless one?" I croon while my blade glides down his cheek.
Silent tears run down his face.
"It's not very fun, is it? Lucky for you, it's late and Mama hates live ones, so this will be quick, but oh so painful.
" I can't hide the glee from my face, and fuck if I want to. Nothing quite lights me up inside like making these creeps feel even a fraction of pain they’ve inflicted on their victims.
This prick deserves every ounce of agony I'm about to give him.
I cut his limbs into smaller pieces but make sure I save any major arteries and his head until the end so that I can drag out his suffering as much as possible.
Once I finally sever his head, I pull out his teeth and set them aside for Mama to clean up.
There aren’t many this time around, but hopefully Rieka will be able to put them to good use.
With the pieces of Pete all gathered into a large body bag, I call Mama back in. She helps grab one end, then we carry it towards the barn. It's awkward, and we keep dropping our flashlights, but nobody is around to notice anyway.
Once we make it to the barn and over to my precious piggies, their squeals of excitement drown out any other noise. Unzipping the bag, I toss bits and pieces of Petey boy into their troughs. It doesn't take long for the feeding frenzy to start.
I'm just reaching in to grab more when I hear a voice.
"Jo? Lottie? I don't…"
Well, fuck me running.
A startled Laura is standing in the doorway, gripping the frame as if it's the only thing holding her up.
Dread floods my system, but Mama ushers her back out of the barn before I can react.
I love Laura as if she were my sister, and I hope like hell Mama can handle this situation and calm her down. I'd hate to lose her from my life, but I’d hate to take hers to keep my secret even more.