Walking down a set of stairs towards the dungeon to set it up for the shit stains. Lighting a smoke as I began to work, it took them an hour to bring them to the base. I had finished setting up the place as ten men were brought into the room. "Strip them and strap them up to those things." I pointed towards the Saint Andrews Cross, ten of them.
Once the Spartan Drones strapped them up, the Androids walked inside as I ordered the drones away. I took off the bags, covering their eyes as the first one yelled out. "Who the fu-" Before he could finish, I punched him in the mouth, knocking out his upper and lower front teeth, making him spit them out or swallow them.
"You don't get to fucking talk," I said before taking off the rest of their hoods. I picked up my iPod and pressed Motorhead's song Time to Play the Game. As I picked up a cork screw, I spoke. "So you guys like raping a woman in front of her husband, some good old-fashioned forced entry," I said, making one of them yell out.
"Even you have taken a woman! What gives you the right to judge us?!" He yelled out, making me walk towards him as I spoke.
"Sure, yes, I have forced women. But I at least have class when I do it, and I don't kill them afterwards or make their lover watch. I, in fact, desire to own them and wouldn't kill them. I mean, have you looked at me? I am damn sexy, compared to you dumb fucks, if women had to choose who to be violated by. Would it be the most powerful person on this land who happens to be hot as fuck or a bunch of middle-aged criminals?" I said, looking him in the eyes.
He couldn't speak as I wasn't denying that I do, in fact, force women, but I do it with some class. Be it a weak excuse, I will still live by it. "As for Judging you, well, I am the closest thing to a god on this land, or should I call myself a god now?" I said, looking away from him, tilting my head before shaking it. "It doesn't matter. The reason I can judge you is simple. I have the power to do so." I said, dragging the cork screw up his thigh before taking hold of his small member.
"You like forceful penetration? Let's see how you like it done to you." I said as I poked the tip of the corkscrew into his urethra, slowly turning it, making it push deeper inside as he screamed out in pain, and blood started to flow out of his dick, splashing onto the floor. I tore the inside up with the corkscrew before getting it all the way inside and pulling it swiftly, ripping the inside of his dick out.
The man screamed out in pain as blood gushed out from his destroyed dick. It wouldn't stop as I walked towards the table and picked up a handsaw before turning around and returning to him as I placed it at an angle on his thigh and spoke. "This is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me," I said with a smile as I started to move the handsaw. The saw teeth cut his flesh.
Blood flowed rapidly as I made it to the bone and began to cut through it. His screams weakened as I cut his thigh bone before he stopped screaming, making me pull the saw out and speak. "Well, that's not good. I wanted to hear him scream some more. I bet that's how you guys acted. Getting off on that Little Ladies' mother screaming in pain and begging for mercy. It's only fair you do it when it's being done to you." I said while walking back to the table and throwing the handsaw onto it.
The music changed to Underminded and their song "It's Kinda Like a Body Bag" as I picked up a scalpel and turned around, walking towards the next one who was pissing himself at this point. "Please, I was made to do it." He said, trying to push blame onto someone else, as I chuckled.
"No one makes anyone do anything; you choose to do it. Be it to save your life or to better yourself in some way. Meaning you picked to let someone else suffer in hopes you don't suffer. That isn't being made to do it, that's choosing that they deserve to suffer more than you." I said, grabbing him by the hair.
"Do you know there are seven Layers of skin before the muscle tissue? I always wonder what it would feel like to have the skin cut off the muscle. Can you help me with that? Tell me what it feels like." I said before cutting into his forehead, making him scream as I worked my way around his face, making his face bleed rapidly before getting back to the top.
I stuck my fingers into the cut and took the scapel slowly, peeling away his flesh from the muscle. I have skinned many animals from hunting, but we bleed them beforehand because it gets pretty messy when you skin them without doing it that way. The man was still alive after having his whole face removed, but his voice wasn't coming out in words, just moans of pain.
"What a shame, I thought you could have helped me," I said, walking back to the desk, picking up a hatchet, turning around, and speaking. "I would never let someone suffer as you all did. So let me help you." I said with a sarcastic grin on my face as I began to slam the hatchet into his shoulder, making him scream out in pain. "Oops, I missed. Let me try again. Hold your head still." I said, before bringing the hatchet up again and slamming it into his other shoulder.
"Man, my aim is shitty today. I feel so horrible, this time I promise I won't miss." I said, pulling the hatchet out of his shoulder. This time, I didn't miss, and the hatchet landed on his head, killing him. I let go of it and took a step back, admiring my work as I spoke. "Ladies, it's a master piece, don't you think? I bet an Art Gallery would totally buy it." My words made the Androids nod.
"Anything the Divine Creator does is a gift to the world," Eve said with a smile, making me nod. "No truer words have ever been uttered," I said with an amused grin on my face. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, which little piggy needs to go to the market?" I said, picking up a Bowie knife, dragging it along the table, making the men sweat, and those who hadn't pissed themselves had reached their limits.
"You monster!" One yelled out, making me chuckle. "Sure, you can call me that. But let's not act like you guys aren't one also, and I am pretty sure most people wouldn't care if two monsters or more tried to destroy each other. That would mean there would be fewer monsters in the world, one way or another." I said, letting the tip of the knife dig into the table as I spun the knife, looking amused at the one who spoke.
"Looks like it's this little piggy's turn to go to the market," I said while sliding the tip of the knife off the table and walking towards him as the music changed. "Oh, this is a good song. It's called Infected by Demon Hunter. I think it's a fitting song." My words made the man shake in fear as I reached my hand around his neck, placing it on the back of his neck, and smiled.
Thrusting the knife into his gut, then pulling it out before pushing it back inside, I repeated this over and over again until his guts leaked up in meaty, bloody chunks as they fell onto the floor. "Oh, look, that's his upper intestines, and those are his lower intestines, this is one of his kidneys, I think? Maybe his stomach? Who knows, really? It's a big mess." I said with an almost gleeful tone, which scared the men even more.
It was like they were looking at a demon in human skin, and that scared the shit out of them. "Creator, I think it would be best if you take a break and shower. Having their filth on you for too long will taint your divine flesh." Eve said, bowing as I looked down, seeing my bloody form, and nodded.
"I got to get into my work. I will take you up on your offer," I said before walking to the side room that had a bathtub.
"Oh my God! The Creator was so hot, my body tingled with electricity as he stabbed that man." Virella said, making the others nod. "We must serve him even better!" Eve said, holding her hands in prayer.