NINE YEARS AGO
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I sit in a plush blackchair tucked away in the corner of a room inside a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
The faint buzz of nocturnal creatures outside fills my ears, and the darkness inside the cabin feels like a void. I had been waiting for so long that I had even dozed off a few times. Suddenly, the door creaks open, the light switch is flipped on, and light floods the room. He walks across the living room towards the kitchen, completely oblivious to the fact that there's an intruder in his home.
"Hello, Josh," I say, announcing my presence.
He jumps back in shock. "Jesus, what the fuck?" His eyes widen as they meet mine. "Kinsley, how did you find me?"
"I have a wealthy best friend whose father happens to be a judge. He was able to pull some strings, and a hacker helped us out too. She despises scumbags like you, just like I do. And with all the information our private investigator gathered, he tracked down your sleazy ass."
Staggering over to a nearby desk, Josh reaches inside and pulls out a gun. "I don"t want to do this," he says, pointing it at me.
"But I will if I have to. This is my second chance at a new life."
I smirk at his words. "No, you"re going to prison for being a fucking rapist. You and your disgusting friends ripped my asshole apart. You"re a monster."
"It wasn"t my choice," he pleads. "She said she"d kill my entire family if I didn"t comply. The mafia can do anything. Her father is ruthless."
Slowly inching towards the edge of my seat, I speak up again. "I"m still going to the police."
"I can"t let you do that, Kinsley." Without hesitation, he pulls the trigger - once, then twice, and again - but nothing happens.
My palm opens, revealing the bullets I had removed earlier. "Looking for these?" I chuckle darkly.
His eyes widen as they land on the bullets in my hand. "What the fuck?"He frantically rummages through the drawer, searching for more ammunition.
I pull out my Glock and aim the muzzle directly at him. "Yeah, that's not how this works. Get on your fucking knees, booty fucker."
He falls to his knees, begging for mercy. "Please, Kinsley, don't do this."
"Funny, I remember crying those words again and again. None of you listened," I roar.
Without hesitation, I place a cloth over his nose and mouth."Nap time, bitch."
He collapses onto the floor, unconscious.
"Thanks to the TV show Dexter, I know just what to do to you."
***P***
Leaning over him, I give his cheek a few firm taps. "Wakey, wakey."
His eyes blink open. "What? What"s happening?"
Josh sits up and digs his nails into the dirt beneath him as he takes in his surroundings. His mouth falls open when he sees my outfit. He looks around and notices the other two people dressed like me.
"Hazmat suits," he utters.
Instinctively, he crawls backwards, trying to escape from us.
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"My friends Faye, Shaylee, and I are going to have a little fun with you before I...we'll just wait on that," I snicker.
I nonchalantly retrieve a nail gun from my waist holster. "Hey Josh, you better get moving." Sinister laughter rumbles in my chest. It"s a laugh I don"t recognize.
That's because this isn't me. This is out of character. But when someone rapes you and a crazy bitch cuts you open all in the same night, it makes you lose touch with reality.
He scrambles to his feet and sprints through the open field. It's around one in the morning on a Saturday night. Perfect time to hunt down a motherfucker.
"How many women have you raped, Josh?" I ask in a calm voice.
"I've never taken advantage of a woman before," he says as he runs.
"But you knew what you were doing. I highly doubt I was the first person the six of you raped. I call bullshit."
I stop and shoot my weapon, a nail piercing through his back.
"Ah!" he cries out, trying to pull it out of his flesh.
"Girls, did you believe what he said?" I ask.
"Yeah, we don"t believe him," Faye says defiantly.
"He's fucking lying," Shaylee spits.
They step beside me, we extend our weapons, and pull the triggers.
Josh howls in pain as his body falls to the grass.
"Who else?" I sneer.
"There was one other time...we fucked a girl during initiation," Josh confesses.
"Name," I demand.
"Her name is Freanna Carver. She was a freshman when it happened," he grumbles.
"You and your little buddies are proud of yourselves for taking what doesn't belong to you."
He looks up at us from his position on the grass, blood seeping from the wounds on his back.
"Did Norah tell you why she wanted you to do this?" I ask.
"She said you were sleeping with her fiancé. She hates you."
"I know. She hates me because he loves me. That bitch Nora despises me so much she cut me open and left me for dead," I roar.
I grind my boot into one of the nails embedded in his back, causing him to cry out in pain.
"You and your buddies tore me apart, and now I"m going to do the same to you."
I take a step back. "Girls, nail him down."
"Please don"t," he screams, struggling against Faye"s and Shaylee"s grip.
Straddling his back, I sneer down at him. "You"ll comply, just like you made me." I can feel the sadistic smile on my face.
Faye and Shaylee load longer nails into their guns before aiming at his wrists and ankles. With a sickening sound, they shoot nails into the back of each hand and above each ankle.
I stand tall again. "It"s too bad I can"t record this like you guys did to me."
I can feel Faye and Shaylee"s eyes on me, surprised by this information. Nora has the tape, and one day she will show Nick what those monsters did to me. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I hold them back.
Standing behind him, I extend the nail gun. "Feel my pain, you fucking bastard."
I pull the trigger, driving a nail into his rectum. He screams in agony, and I turn my head towards the dark sky above, absorbing its energy.
Minutes later, the girls and I carefully wrap Josh"s body in plastic, then transport it to the tool shed that Faye bought specifically for me to carry out my plan of torturing him. Once we have lined the room with even more plastic, we place Josh on the table. He"s barely conscious now, after all his limbs - including his dick - have been brutally removed while he was still alive.