Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
The man’s eyes bulged, and he turned red in the face.
“About a year ago, I had a computer repair guy from your company put a tracer on your shit. You thought you were slick… on the deep web. But I’ve got it all, man. You have a lot of kiddie porn. Repulsive forbidden shit. It’s crazy how you can sleep at night, knowin’ you’ve done what you’ve done, and continue to do what you do. People trust you around their seed. They let their babies sit on your lap at birthday parties, and let you give them piggyback rides all around the house. For you, it’s a real thrill, ain’t it? You sick fuck! That’s not a good look, man. You’re a well-liked and loved member of your community. Wife. Kids. Grandkids. Go to church just about every Sunday. Nobody knows your dirty little secret. But they will after today.”
He glanced back at his target, and saw the bastard’s eyes watering.
“All that shit is going to the police, the evidence from your computer and the photos in that little album you keep in that safe, from an unmarked address. Soon to be delivered when I’m done with you. I’ve watched you, man. I’ve watched you for a long, long time. You’ve been on public access TV, then YouTube. In town hall meetings. Shouting proudly in parades. How you think everyone is going to feel knowin’ that the head of their little Homeowner’s Association is a fuckin’ pedophile? You like messin’ with little boys. You’ve been a busy beaver, haven’t you? Your favorite thing to do was jam your fingers in my mouth and make me gag. And you did some other things, too. We don’t need to rehash it, but I tell you this much: Now it’s my turn, Andre. I’m ready to return the favor.”
He walked to his truck and retrieved a sparkler firecracker, then made his way back over to Andre, yanked him off of the ground by the ropes, onto his knees, and snatched the tape off his mouth. The man began screaming at the top of his lungs.
“AHHHHHH!!!!!! FUCK! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE! HEEELPPP!”
Legend proceeded to kick him in the throat with his combat boot, quieting him instantly. His complexion began to turn ashen, as if he couldn’t breathe.
“Nobody told you to talk, mothafucka! I RUN SHIT OVER HERE. Now, open your fuckin’ mouth…” he snarled.
The man shook his head vigorously back and forth, eyes wide with the whites showing as he lopped his frantic gaze between him and the firecracker. Legend grabbed him by a fistful of gray hair and forced his lips apart with his other hand. Andre yelled and cried out until his voice was stifled from the firecracker being practically jammed down his throat. Then, Legend grabbed the roll of tape from his pocket and placed it over the sides of his lips, sealing them so he wouldn’t be able to spit the thing out and escape his inevitable fate.
“I don’t want to hear a damn thing you have to say. You’ve said enough, like when you told me to pretend that I liked it. Now it’s yo’ turn to tell me how you like this.” Legend struck a match as Finesse2tymes’s, ‘Get Even’, gave him the perfect soundtrack at high volume.
Andre attempted to roll over and hide his face, but it was no use. Legend tugged at the thick ropes on his chest and flipped him hard onto his back. The firecracker slid awkwardly in his mouth, almost choking him. He began to try and spit it out, but the tape around the sides of his mouth thwarted his efforts. Legend dropped down on one knee, and with the biggest grin, connected the match’s flame to the sparkler’s wick. He then got up and placed a boulder on Andre’s stomach, forcing the bastard to stay put.
“It’s the fourth of July! My independence day!
Three…
Two…
One…
KABOOM!!!
Legend clapped as the sparklers went crazy. Loud, crackling noises and muffled screams ensued, vying for attention between the base-driven beats of the song. Andre’s body rocked about as if he were being electrocuted. When the smoke cleared, the fucker’s body was still jumping, and half of his face was missing.
“You ever been on a hayride, Andre? They’re a heck of a lotta fun! Let me show you how they do it.” He removed the small boulder from the man’s abdomen, set it aside, ran over to the one of the parked backhoe rollers, and started it up. The headlights turned on, bright as shining stars. Andre sluggishly tried to inch out of the way, but his injuries and the tight rope around his frame impeded much movement.
“You like the Fugees, man? READY OR NOT! HERE I COME! YOU CAN’T HIDE! GONNA FIIIIND YOU! AND MAKE! YOU! LOVE! ME!”
Vrooooom! Off he went, rambling towards Andre at full speed. He looked into his prey’s eyes as the fucker watched him approach, then rolled over him. Blood, muscle, and bone were crushed under the tires, flattened on the ground. Hitting reverse, he went over him a couple more times. Full belly laughs ensued.