Part 2: A short story on revenge

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CONTINUED FROM PART 1: A SHORT STORY ON REVENGE

Along the wall, heads were mounted on spikes, each one in a different state of decomposition. The freshest one had cum dribbling out of it’s mouth and from under it’s neck down the pole it was impaled upon.

He was dimly aware he was in some kind of basement. Near the fireplace by the heads was a stare case (also covered in blood). The bare earth floor put out the winters coldness, and the heat from the fire didn’t warm him much.

He tried to sit up when a loud noise came from above. He looked toward the staircase in time to see the door slam open. A dusty beam of white light spilled down the narrow passage and for a second he thought he would be rescued but then he heard the voice of his captors and felt a sense of dread and doom.
They had another captive with them. He was naked and covered in blood. One of his ankles was bent horribly in one direction, his toes smashed together by something heavy. His hands were bound with rope and Dave drug him on a hook.
“Teach this muther-fucker what happens to people who try to escape!” Dave said dropping the hook. He bent to pick it up and smiled big when he saw Cory was awake. “Look baby, the queer woke up!” he shouted.

“Now we can get this party started!” Kris shouted. He pulled out a liter of Jack Daniels and slammed a giant shot before turning to the beaten captive. “Tie the bitch up!” he screamed. Kris turned to Cory and looked at him with those inhuman eyes. Cory squirmed and let a tear slide down his cheek, and that made Kris almost hysterical with laughter.

Across from the cage in the corner of the room, Dave pulled down a chain from the ceiling. He attached the hook to the chain and pulled it up high. The captive barely moved. He moved his feet and his bloody toes were just out of reach of the ground.

While Dave secured the chain Kris went across the room and picked up a double barrel shot gun. Without warning, he swung the gun into the captives stomach hard enough to make him spit blood. Kris turned to Cory, who was already terrified beyond belief. He ripped open the cage and grabbed Cory by his big toe and drug him out. There was a line of barb wire on the bottom of the cage that cut into his back as he was drug out of his prison. It left a long, jagged line of searing pain and he screamed through the tape, as loud as duct tape would let him scream. He tried to struggle but it was pointless.

These two seemed to be enjoying his torment. Kris looked especially happy. Never before had he saw such evil and hatred inside a man’s eyes.

“This is going to be fun,” Kris whispered in Cory’s ear. He licked Cory’s cheek and grabbed a knife off the table. He let the tip of the blade slide down Cory’s sculpted body, slowly moving to his crotch area.

The blade slid under the waist band of his shorts and Cory could feel the cold blade on his dick. It made his body shutter and his nipples hard. Kris moved the blade lower and he felt the edge of the knife against his balls, the tip of the knife poked his inner thigh.

They made eye contact and when Cory thought he was going to be castrated, Kris jerked the knife up and tore through his shorts. He sliced the other side and pulled the shredded remains of his underwear off.

Dave came over to help Kris. Both of them were already stripped down to nothing. Cory was dimly aware that both of them had raging hard on’s.

Together, Kris and Dave bound Cory to an iron chair. They used razor wire, barb wire, and twine to bind his wrists to the chair’s arms. They wrapped a rope around his torso and tied his ankles to the front legs.

After he was immobilized, Kris looked Cory in the eye and ripped the strip of tape off his mouth hard. Cory yelped and the evil duo started laughing.

CONTINUED WITH PART 3
 
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