Evil Slumbers - Chapter 3: Pulling Teeth (586 hits)
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Submitted by gain (View user info) at 2004-06-04 22:15:52 EDT
chapter 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/34766
chapter 2 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/34801
Once Frasier had been taken care of, I felt that I could relax for awhile. I rented a small apartment downtown, and took up yoga. There were two things that I learned to value over everything else. Inner calm and a good nights sleep. Both of these were being disrupted by my west-ward neighbors. They were the typical white trash couple, he, a paunchy, balding metal head, she, some whore he had picked up along the way. They fought often, and always loudly. Once they were safely in the furnace, I felt a lot better.
After a month, it was time to move up the list.
Target: Steve
Steve was actually my twin brother who had always gotten a rise out of making fun of me. He had always been the favorite of the family, and one of the few people whom I truly hated. His long and greasy unkempt hair kept him clinging on to Nirvana, and led him into downtown Detroit. Last I had heard of him, he was running drugs as a shitty mule.
Figuring out how to kill him was confusing. I've never really understood the concept of irony, but to me, it means this. It's a happening where a suitable punishment is dished out, based on somebody's past actions. Burning out Frasier's taste buds seemed ironic to me.
If Steve and I had ever done something as brothers, it would be fighting. My memories of those fights are mainly of that stupid shit-head biting me. What I would do seemed obvious.
First, I found him. After dropping a few good names, and a few good bullets, I had Steve knocked out, roughed up, and brought to an empty warehouse. At an auction earlier that week, I had purchased a dentist's chair, and a full dentist tool kit. I told them that I was starting a home practice.
With the restraint modifications put into the chair, I dragged Steve onto it, and slapped him awake. His eyes went wide as saucers as I practiced my juggling with scalpels. I set them down and whispered to him, "Just be patient."
I injected him with an incredibly potent tranquilizer. It renders all but the human eyes immobile, but leaves no effects of drowsiness. I propped his mouth open and pulled out a file.
For those who aren't acquainted with torture, you may think that it's all about physical pain. That's only half of it. The mental aspect is much more important. Giving somebody a quick death doesn't seem right. If people are made to suffer for days, weeks, even years, they break down. A break down is much more satisfying than a kill.
I filed a millimeter off of the top of each of his teeth. And as I walked out the door, flicking the light switch, to leave the room in total blackness, with the rats crawling all over Steve's helpless body, I told him my plan.
The nerves in the teeth are incredibly sensitive. With the right stimuli, they can cause the worst pain imaginable. The slightest touch can be like getting a hot curling iron to the penis, or vagina. Each day, I filed his teeth down a little bit more, leaving him five weeks to imagine how much me taking a scalpel to those nerves would hurt.
Right before I went for the nerves, I played some Q&A with my brother. I let the tranquilizers wear off, and asked him questions. Every time I didn't like his answer, I hit him. Sometimes in the face, the gut, the crotch, the shin, the knee. Sometimes with my fists, feet, a baseball bat, and occasionally a golf club. Once I had learned what I needed, I sedated his dying body. I didn't want him to die on me yet. Each day, I would pour rubbing alchohol on his biggest cuts, and watch his eyes water with pain. I sometimes laughed. Fortunately, he was getting better.
It was time. I filed down to the nerve nine weeks after I had started. During his healing, I had realized a scalpel was to obvious, so I used a tooth scraper. It was as sharp as a sword and incredibly thin. Each day, I poked each nerve, and each day, the tranquilizers wore off more and more. When the tranquilizers had fully worn off and he was sreaming his lungs out, I ripped out his teeth one by one and let him choke in his blood. It was the strangest murder in Detroit history.
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Submitted by tuesdaydelay (user info) at 2004-10-10 14:52:18 EDT (#)
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No rape, no rate.
Submitted by Degreeless_Capibara (user info) at 2004-10-10 13:55:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by gain (user info) at 2004-10-10 13:55:13 (#)
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I hope a swarm of enraged killer bees attack your testicles.
Submitted by gain (user info) at 2004-06-20 21:03:02 EDT (#)
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i just realized that i'm a fucked up person.
Submitted by Can_Always_Trust_A_Liar (user info) at 2004-06-05 01:59:46 EDT (#)
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Remind me not to piss this guy off.
"Is it safe?"
Submitted by SoxSexSax (user info) at 2004-06-04 23:56:47 EDT (#)
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Very impressive stuff.
Submitted by whyamihere (user info) at 2004-06-04 22:36:02 EDT (#)
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you are a fucked up individual