Page 19 of Knot His Beast
I’m not incredibly proficient at hacking yet, but I can do enough to find what I need to without getting caught.
“A cooking camp,” I murmur, glancing at Travis as I say the words.
The three men gasp, making me nod. Guess that gives me my answer. Their poker faces gravely deteriorate in the dead of night, and while in their underwear it seems.
I’ve been at this for about two hours, and I need to move it along. I may as well start with Bobby.
“How many times have I beaten your ass, Bobby?” I ask, pulling out a sledgehammer. “I’m really going to enjoy this one.”
Lifting it over my head, I break his kneecap. His muffled scream makes me pretty happy, so I keep hitting him. I force myself to enjoy it, and not disassociate. His bones break easily as I sling the sledgehammer, and I breathe in the scent of revenge. It’s tinged with copper and piss, but it’s mine nevertheless.
My steel toed work boot pushes Bobby onto his back and I glance at his father.
“Travis, I think you need to really see what my mother looked like when she died,” I grunt.
The sledgehammer makes a satisfying crunch on his skull, and I make sure it’s completely sunken in before I stop. Yeah, he’s fucking dead. Travis sobs so hard he’s turning red, and I step back, ready to kill his other son. Pulling out a gun with a silencer, I shoot him twice in the head and once in the chest.
“Travis, I’m going to make sure you can’t run or scream. You’re not going to fucking like this,” I say, picking up the sledgehammer to break his kneecaps.
It’s surprising, but there’s not as much blood on my gloves this time. Hmm, I guess the sledgehammer is more efficient. Using a syringe filled with sedative, I use it on Travis before moving on to the next house. I’ll break up the bodies afterward.
I don’t want to risk anyone waking up. I’m burning the night oil, and I really want to feed the pigs.
The Schaffers home is silent. I don’t have as much of a bone to pick with the widow. He’s more of the town bully. He and his sons would make sure to force different companies not to work with my father or anyone who wasn’t part of his clique.
It’s a disgusting way of business, so I quickly break the sons’ necks, and then sedate Darius Schaffer so he can watch as I break up his sons’ dead bodies. The asshole turns red and bitterly cries silently while I ignore him and bag up the remains.
“You’re coming for a ride,” I murmur, grabbing the bags of body parts. Picking up Darius as well with a grunt, I leave the house to go to Travis’.
I continue my path until all the body parts of the dead people are broken up, and the live ones all reside in one place. Heading out to my truck, I drive it around to Brad’s home and load up the huge bed of my truck. I thought that I would need several trips, but it turns out I was wrong.
“Be right back,” I murmur, pulling the hard top of the trunk back over their bodies
I made sure to leave two large gas cans out while I was packing up the bed of the truck to finish the job before I am able to drive out to the pigs.
Humming under my breath now that the heavy lifting is done, I pop back into each home, douse the wives’ bodies in gasoline along with the integral parts of the houses and then light them the fuck up. I make sure the fire starts out slow so I’m far away by the time it’s lit up like a fucked up Christmas torch.
Getting back into the truck, I make sure to hit every pothole as I leave the cul-de-sac. The road out of here is about a mile and a half long, and there’s not a soul who lives anywhere near them for at least three miles.
My smile is so fucking wide beneath my ski mask as I drive to the pig farm. I make sure to park right in front of the pig pens before getting out to feed them.
My hoodie remains up as I open up the tail gate and pull out a bag full of human remains. I’ll make sure to clean this all up with bleach before I destroy it. Did I mention that my chemistry courses were very important to this moment?
It’s amazing what a college education can teach you if you’re not fucking around.
I remain silent as I drop their food into the pig pens. Though not necessary, I did remove all their clothing before I cut themup into pieces. The sound of munching is loud in the first three pig pens, and I keep coming back with more until I get the feeling I need to move on.
Pulling Travis Trumaine first from the bed of my truck, I allow his head to thunk to the ground as I drag him to the furthest pig pen. I can tell that they’re hungry and annoyed they haven’t been fed yet, especially since they can hear the others are eating.
So impatient. Jeez.
Lifting Travis up, I throw him into the pen to be eaten, boxers and all. Since it’s not much clothing, they’ll eat him alive anyway. His screams get softer and softer as the pigs tear him apart, and I walk back to pull out my next victim.
Ohh. It’s Mr. Collins. How lovely. There are more pigs waiting for his body, and soon every man who hurt my family and the others in my community are being eaten alive.
Leaning against the truck, I listen to the musical sounds of the night before I get to cleaning and destroying. I know everyone in the area, and not everyone is as paranoid as my family. The Carltons are instead the type of people who don’t lock their doors, so I borrow some of their bleach to disinfect my truck and tools.
It’s almost five in the morning by the time I’m done, and all evidence of my night is completely destroyed.
