Suppose it is about time to give you all an update on Carmine. We’ve been having such fun over the past weeks.
If you are wondering, I did keep my promise to him. I gave his arms back. True, he can’t really use them now and they lack bones…. And the stitching is a little more crude than my usual… But he still got them back and I think they suit with the rest of his body, such as it is now.
Point is, I was happy enough with the result to repeat the process with what was left of his legs.
Perhaps you will recall my previously mentioned idea of what should be done with rapists- the systematic removal of parts. As I said, I was being far too kind with how I thought this idea should be executed, however the idea itself was still good. It was, therefore, inevitable that I would turn the torture to his genitals. I didn’t want to touch that part of him again… but it was necessary to make him hurt the way he deserved.
First, I re-introduced him to my needles. Then I removed those and carefully tied him in an attempt to control the blood loss. Taking my knife, I slowly began to move the blade back and forth, back and forth; first making a scratch, then a cut, then deepening the wound until it was all the way through. Penis first, then testicles. He screamed and wept and squirmed with renewed vigor, but could not save these parts of himself any more than he could the others. Once I was done, I cauterized the wounds and began to clean up.
It was then that Ritter appeared. I stood before him. His tendrils moved towards me, then around me, as if in inspection. Perhaps he was checking to see how I was adjusting to the Azoth. Regardless, I soon felt the euphoria of his satisfaction. Then he was gone again
I made the final alteration to Carmine today, stitching his mouth shut. He really looks like a big patchwork doll now. Certainly an improved state
Oh, and I have not forgotten that bladed sex toy. I have actually made some adjustments to it and partially buried it so that it is sticking up out of the ground. This is how the lesson will end. I made sure that he knows that. Propped him up so that he could see it.
On a different note, I suppose I should mention that a certain little lamb seems to be having some bad dreams. It is quite pleasing to be the stuff of nightmares. Perhaps this life lesson from her subconscious will improve her disposition, or at least make her a little wiser.