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)
He ripped the tape off the bastard’s mouth, and the man immediately began to wail and scream. He spoke fast in Spanish, his eyes wild and manic.
“JUST KILL ME! GET IT OVER WITH!”
Legend ignored the man’s pleas. “Remember when you’d hide in my closet, sometimes? You’d hide in there, and just watch me playin’ with toys, or taking a nap. I know now what you were doing in there, but at the time, I was too little and naïve to understand. I’d just hear the sounds of you jerkin’ off while I innocently played and slept in my room.”
Legend went over to a record player and turned it on.
“Remember this song, mothafucka?” Willie Colon & Hector Lavoe’s ‘El Dia De Mi Suerte’ played on the scratchy record. “You used to play the shit out of this, over and over and over again, to drown out my screams as you and your little friends did revolting shit to me. I used to hate this song. I used to hear it and instantly throw up. But now, I dance to it. I own my own copy of it, and it’s a motherfuckin’ banger!” He got in Luis’ face and sneered. “You know why I dance and clap to this? I fear no evil! I see no evil! You gotta make your enemies your footstools, man. The monsters become the manholes. I ain’t a victim TO SHIT! Not to you, not to a damn song, to nothing!”
“Oh God! ¡Dios ayúdame!”
Legend went to his duffle bag and pulled out a BB gun. “God ain’t gonna help you, so you can stop askin’. But God does help those that help themselves.” He winked in his direction. “Isn’t this cute?” He waved it about. “Mama hated when me, Axel, and Caspian had these, man. She couldn’t figure out where we were getting them from. We stole them, of course. She always said someone was gonna get hurt. Nobody ever did, but today, that all changes.”
The man started back hollering and wailing.
“Nobody can hear you in here, mothafucka!” Legend took the gun and slapped him hard in the face with it. Then, he grabbed the bastard’s face, squeezed his chin, and forced his mouth open. He drove the barrel of the BB Gun into the dry mouth of the beast…
BAM!
Blood trickled from Luis’ mouth when the pellet gun went off. Legend laughed and danced around to the music, waving the gun in the air. Rocking his hips, doing the salsa.
“You’re still alive! See? Not so bad… just in a hell of a lot of pain. We got all night. Remember you told me that? My mama would leave to work third shift, and you’d whisper that in my ear.”
Slurred groans came from Luis’ mouth as his eyes rolled.
Legend went around the side of the table and yanked the bastard pedophile’s underwear down. The man began to squeal and twist about, to no avail for his limbs were attached to the table. And there was no escape. Legend shot the fucker in the butt cheek, then readjusted his aim and shot him in the nuts. A puddle of blood quickly formed between the bastard’s legs.
Luis’ wails and screams filled the trailer, competing with the music and Legend’s laughter. The excruciating pain he must have felt became an orchestra of distress calls and moans.
“WHAT’S WRONG, LUIS?! I thought you LIKED bein’ touched there? AWWWW! Luis is cryin’! What a shame! Todos los monstruos deben morir.”
Drool oozed from Luis’ mouth and tears streamed down his face. Legend walked over to a wall and selected a whip, much like the one Luis had used to discipline him. Rushing back to Luis, he beat and lashed at him over and over again, connecting the whip with his moist skin soaked with pig urine.
The night warred on, and Legend kept playing, placing electric clamps on Luis’ nipples, among other tricks and treats. Legend was soaked in sweat by then. Adrenaline rushed through him and he went hysterical—laughing and singing, beating the shit out of the man with his bare fists, and stomping him to near unconsciousness.
Now, it was time for the grand finale. He picked up the broom from the corner of the room.
Chest heaving up and down, he glared at the animal he’d poured every ounce of his frustrations onto.
“This is for all dem Kentucky boys! All those innocent children! This is for all the babies, all over the country, that you used and abused! This is for every child who’s been molested! Beaten! Robbed of their innocence! THIS IS FOR ALL OF US!”
He loomed over Luis’ almost dead body, loving the pure final stages of fear in the man’s eyes, and…
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
After ramming the stick hard and rough in that special place, and relishing the sight of Luis’ form convulsing and bleeding from every orifice, he grabbed the lovely MG3 Machine gun, and aimed it at the demon’s forehead.