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.
And just like that, our lil' ol' rapist loses his honor, dignity and everything else.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of, how were you getting along with your other? Did you guys communicate yet? Or is it not strong enough yet? Not to mention, did you give it a name?
Ha! He had no real honor or dignity to lose. Just a bloated rotten ego.
DeleteAs for the Azoth within me, I have named it. You see, there was a word I kept thinking of when I thought about the Azoth. That word is "skein". If you're not familiar with the term, a skein is a wound ball of yarn. It just seemed appropriate somehow, so Skein became it's name.
Yes, there has been some communication. Not much, just little impressions and words popping into my mind every now and then that aren't mine Sort of surprising in how it's different from Ritter's wordless song
Nothing surprising about it, after all, it isn't part of Marshmallow anymore, it is part of you now. And what is happening, is that Skein is trying to make a contact with you, write your own "song", that only you and Skein will understand and have access to.
DeleteAt least, thats how it was with me and my darling.
I envy your patience. I would have killed him and moved on so very long ago. Keeps me in shape. Something about rapists just makes them so killable. Maybe it's cause I have a daughter. Or I just think everyone is killable, that might be it actually.
ReplyDeleteIf there is one virtue I have, it is patience. I could have just killed him but that would not have been enough. I wanted him to hurt. I wanted to strip him of everything, show him the truth of his pathetic nature, take him apart and put him back together as I saw fit. Only then would my revenge be complete. Only then would he have suffered enough. I do agree that rapists are highly killable though.
DeleteYou mention your daughter... How is Sanna doing?
Understood. Had I been on the receiving end of rape, I would have given them a harsher punishment than death. As for those remaining traffickers Alexandria encountered... god fucking help them if I find out who they are. I'm going to hang them upside down by their intestines.
DeleteShe's.... not OK at all.
Stop being such a twat, Minxie's just fine, never been better in fact.
DeleteI'd call you a twat but that would be offensive to twats everywhere.
DeleteShe is not OK, you don't have to be a fucking expert on her to know that a fever and refusing food is a bad sign.
That said, I don't recall asking for your fucking opinion.
Oh dear… Well if you want my two cents on the matter. I think her refusal of food may have less to do with her physical state and more to do with her mental/ emotional state. She is probably very hurt right now.
DeleteRegardless of intent, you are a stranger who has barged into her life, bringing emotional baggage and old wounds with you. I know you think that Calavera, MrIncognito, etc. are all toxic threats to her, but you have to understand that SHE considers them to be her friends. Thus right now, to her you are a stranger who is messing with her emotions and is threatening her friends. You must be the adult in the situation; check your pride and expectations and focus on taking care of her and getting her well instead of threatening and fighting people she cares about. Give her time. Give her space.
I am not surprised to discover that you are gloating over the nightmares that you have caused the child. I am not surprised to discover that an abominable demon husk such as you would be incapable of the shame that should be natural for the trauma you have inflicted.
ReplyDeleteYou will not find nor breech our sanctuary and should you ever attempt to inflict your repulsive presence upon us again, you will find yourself dispatched to the eternal fire in that instant.
Ah, the old priest has finally emerged to breathe some fire on my blog. I suppose I should be impressed that you are no longer letting a little girl do all the work.
DeleteOh what are you calling me now? Demon husk? That's a new one. What happened to my old title of strumpet of Satan or whatever it was?
I am not incapable of shame when it is warranted, but in this case it is not. I warned Laura not to come back here but she did. I will not be shamed for any consequences that she suffers because she chose not to listen. You should keep a closer eye on your flock, Father, lest they end up like those who took your place that day.
You have sunk lower than a mere whore of the devil. There is nothing left of you but a shell in which a demon resides and you have fallen so far that you do not even realize this. You are nothing more than a loathsome demon, wearing the skin of a woman.
DeleteI am not intimidated by your threats nor will my faith be shaken so easily.
Okay... I'm probably wasting my breath here, but against my better judgement, I must ask you a question. You say that Ritter is the devil and that all Fears are demons and now I'm a demon too. How do you know? How is your "god" different? How do you know that you are not just being manipulated by another Fear or similar creature?
DeleteI have faith that it is God who speaks to me because I have felt the warmth and goodness of His presence. Truly I tell you it was He who told us of the coming of Satan and your master did appear
DeleteI feel Ritter’s presence, I have felt the euphoria of his satisfaction. What separates your “god” from him? The warning? Did it ever occur to you that it might be a rival fear who knew Ritter would be upset with whatever it might be trying to do? The fears fight amongst themselves, you know.
DeletePerhaps you think that your "god" differs because of that “goodness” you say that you felt in it. If so, then perhaps you can tell me how that goodness has been demonstrated? Where was it that night when those four took your place? Where was it when we killed your friends in the hotel room? Wouldn’t a being of goodness want to protect its followers?
Truly the demon must have dulled your mind. Have you forgotten that the Lord is protecting and keeping us alive. The devil cannot enter here and neither can you.
DeleteI have not forgotten, Father. I know that you are protected now, but why were you not protected before, when you were traveling? If what you serve is actually god, then why would it only start protecting you when you reached your destination?
DeleteGod often lays trials before the faithful, so that they will be ready to enter his kingdom
DeleteWait, you're saying that everything you have been through has been part of god's plan? Then why am I the object of your fury? How am I the monster if I am part of god’s trials? By your logic, I am helping your heavenly ascension, am I not?
DeleteYou are a tool of the devil, a home for a demon, a creature that thrives on the suffering of others.
DeleteTrue, you are part of His plan, but this does not make you any less monstrous. You are one of the obstacles that we will overcome, tear down and destroy for the glory of God.
Then how can you say that your god is good?
DeleteBy your logic, if god has a plan and I’m part of it, then that means he made me this way for the purpose of tormenting you until the day I die. He is making you suffer when he should have been able to start you off ready to go to heaven
The Lord works in ways that we cannot hope to fully understand. We have faith in Him, we trust Him and we work to carry out His will.
DeleteAh, the mysterious ways argument, the refuge of the religious who find themselves backed into a corner when struggling to explain the "goodness" of god in a world of suffering.
DeleteSilly priest, man of god. There are things far worse than the devil that stalk the darkness. Tread lightly father, tread lightly.
ReplyDeleteIf anyone could be considered to be worse than the devil himself, it would be that foul demon husk, yet I am unafraid. Our faith is strong, our Lord is with us and we are ready to do battle with whatever may lurk in the darkness
DeleteHello Sunshine... it’s been a while. I hope you are doing well.
DeleteYou are quite right in your warning to the priest.
Heh…Father Brien, you flatter me. You really should listen to Sunshine though.
Of course, I should have known a wretched thing like you would feel complimented by that.
DeleteI have no need of the advice of a deranged, soulless brute or the monster that he helped to create
Oh father, you know, I never really understood the concept of calling a "man of god" father. It just seemed like some odd Freudian fixation that has stuck throughout the ages. I digress though. What I said earlier was in absolutely no way a reference to Knit or any of her comrades. No offense directed to my dearest Knit but she too is far from the greatest threat lurking in the darkness. You see, some of us were wreaking havoc on the human race long before our dear Contortionist made his appearance. Unlike most people you encounter priest, my goals and demeanor never faltered. His appearance just changed the rules a bit. Made it much more interesting. Many people go about doing his biding, trying to appease him, and stay on his good side, so to speak, intending to only suffer as miniscule amounts of his wrath as possible. But you see, He and I share a common interest.
ReplyDeleteWhat is your point, snake?
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