Torture sex kind of days are my kind of days. As a cruel mistress, my subjects should know to never double cross me. And James double crossed me. I have a side business running drugs. And he thought I would never miss $100,000 and three kilos of coke. When my goon squad discovered him holed up in some dingy no tell motel on the outskirts of town, I knew I would get my revenge. Plus, I knew I had to make an example out of him. Show my employees what happens to snakes who betray me.
I woke him up from a deep sleep with my steel blade pressed against his jugular. “Wake-up,” I purred in his ear. I do believe he woke up like he saw a ghost. Well he sort of did. He saw the sadistic phone sex bitch he betrayed. My goons dragged him out of his bed and duct taped him to a chair. Although he screamed and fought, I paid off the motel clerk the same amount James stole from me. As he babbled about being loyal and just messing up once, I tied his ankles and arms with barbed wire. I even pulled out his worthless pecker and tied it up too.
No One Betrays Me and Lives to Do it Again
James fucked with the wrong bitch. As he struggled, I watched in glee as the wire cut through his flesh. However, I had only just begun. I gave him no mercy. In fact, I streamed our little revenge session so my other employees would know you don’t steal from me. I carved thief into his flesh and watched the blood trickle down. James just kept on pleading. But I needed him to suffer. A quick death would be no fun. Although he kept pleading for forgiveness, his pleas fell on deaf ears. A little too late. He only felt sorry that I caught him.
I got out a baseball bat and hobbled him. Broke his ankles and busted his kneecaps. Oh, how I love the sound of bones crushing. Erotic as fuck to me. I put a castration band around his thieving testicles too. While his thieving balls turned blue, I broke each finger with a nutcracker. Although he trashed about in pain, I decided to let him loose. Not like he could run from me. He tried to stand up but fell to the ground with a thud.
While he laid on the floor like the broken man he was, I hogtied him. His limbs looked limp like a ragdoll’s limbs because I broke them. My live stream turned into a snuff porn. While hog tied, I carved him up even more. His blood stained the sheets on the bed, and likely the mattress too. But I did not care. Before long, the motel room would be like a horror movie set. A very bloody one. I broke out my chainsaw and took off his arms. But I basked in the blood that sprayed from his arms.
Those Who Betray Me Go Feet First into the Woodchipper
He continued to plea for mercy. And he insisted it was not too late to take him to the hospital. But it was. He did not yet grasp the fact that he would not live. Although I used a tourniquet to slow the blood loss, that was only to prolong his agony. I placed a plastic bag over his traitor head and left a small hole so he could barely breathe. While I laughed at his battered, bloody, broken body, my goon squad brought the woodchipper in.
I disposed of his body. He went in the woodchipper broken feet first. James’ last image was of me covered in his blood and sinew. I think now he understood what happens to traitors. Let his death be a lesson to you. Never betray me.
