Topher Bradshaw

INHUMANITY

A Short Novel

I would like to thank my husband Hector for putting up with my crazy stories, and encouraging me to take the path others refuse to take.

Chapter 1: Preparations Like This, Are Not for the Faint of Heart

It’s not the damp darkness or the smell of decaying materials surrounding me that bothers me tonight, it’s the fact that I’ve planned this night for so long, and that the feeling of compassion has yet to arrive. I don’t feel any remorse for my planned behavior but more a relief that vengeance will finally come. I’ve been sitting here losing track of time contemplating if I have set everything up right. Looking over at her she lays tied to the cold aluminum dolly almost in peace, perhaps dreaming about good things to come. The reality is that there are not going to be any good things to come, but as if her awareness realizes this as she starts to stir. Secured to the dolly with duct tape she is incapable of moving and her rapid breathing gives away any hope of playing possum. She tries to move her head to the side and take in her new environment but the tape restrains her movements to a few millimeters, concealing the fact that I’m sitting behind her planning her demise.

“Are you scared, Kristy?” I ask her in a low growl attempting to mask my voice.

“What do you want?” She mutters in a low voice.

No more words are spoken, only movements made by me as I approach her from behind. As I walk past her right side I can almost hear the beating of her heart as her blood pressure increases. I ponder as to if this reaction is because she realizes the imminent danger she faces, or if it’s because of the disappointment that she can’t see my face. I have no reason to hide my face, as it is more desirable she sees it, however, for now, it is not the time and therefore she will have to endure my attire of jeans, a black sweatshirt, boots, and the Guy Fawkes mask. I chose this mask to make a statement to her, a statement about revenge and retaliation. This is after all the very reason these events are transpiring this evening, but the plan is to enjoy building the suspense till the opportune time to divulge the very purpose of this engagement.

Kristy looks up at me as if she was an abandoned dog trying to figure out where she fits in life, and it is awkwardly pathetic to see this very creature who has caused me so much pain, seem so perplexed about her predicament. It’s not that I believe I am innocent, I have caused a great deal of pain to others, but never have I done it with the sole intent to destroy them, until now. Staring down at Kristy I can see her stare back at me with those green eyes as if she could see through the mask and this thought causes me to feel a smile grow upon my face, one that either of us can see. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for as the time has come to return the gift of agony and pain she had once given me. Walking behind her and grabbing the handles of the dolly, the wheels start to creak as they begin to rotate and I can see her body tense.

“Please… I’m pregnant!” she shouts as we start to exit the room. I keep walking and directing the dolly down the hallway, sensing she is seeking for a response.

“I know.”

The dim lights that glow from their containers held by the crumbling ceiling send a cold shiver into the air as any sense of hope drains away. As I wheel her into the main room the dolly begins to rock back and forth from the cracking and decaying concrete floor. I can’t see her eyes, but judging by the amount of tension radiating from her body, I can tell she sees we’re headed towards the center of the room, which houses another room, who’s walls are made of clear durable plastic. From the outside, one can make out shapes of items and equipment residing within, but it is only once you enter that you can see its true contents.

“Please, you don’t have to do this,” she pleads as we approach the makeshift plastic door.

I provide no response and proceed to push the dolly through the sheet of plastic. As we enter the light increases on a blinding scale taking both of us a minute to adjust. Kristy looks around the room taking in the contents in an attempt to process a room that looks very similar to a makeshift surgical suite.

She glances to her right and sees a familiar face, “Matt!” — she shouts. “Matt, wake up!” she pleads again but receives no response. I grip the handles behind the dolly and proceed to align her next to her passed out lover.

“Is he dead? Did you fucking kill him?”

“He’s very much alive Kristy, at least for now!”

“What do you want from us?” she exclaims.

“That’s your question, not anything more enticing such as who I am.”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, is who you are!”

“Kristy, I must say I’m a little shocked. The second thing you said to me tonight was that you were pregnant, yet there was no plead for your baby, just that you’re pregnant. What’s funny, at least to me, is when I told you that I knew, you didn’t even question how I knew that small piece of trivial information, or that I would also know you had three other children.”

“Where are my kids?” she asks now realizing the stakes have just increased.

“And there it is. Now you care, now you are worried! Well, let me put your mind at ease!” I slip my hand into my pocket and pull out my smartphone and walk over displaying the video to her. Her face tightens as she takes in the scenery of the three children back to back in a circle secured by duct tape and held in a large metal cage.

“Please don’t hurt them,” she pleads. “They haven’t done anything to you, we haven’t done anything to you!”

“Your right they haven’t done anything to me, but you and your husband have done lots to me. You’re a shitty mother Kristy, and an even shittier wife. What’s was that expression you liked to say, don’t mess with mama or papa bear. Well, guess what, Mama and papa bear are about to get their shit messed with!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” she screams. The air goes silent for a few seconds but is then broken by the sounds of moaning. I glance over and can see Matt starting to stir as the sedative begins to wear off.

“Baby, can you hear me? Wake up babe, it’s an emergency! Wake up!” she says in a stern voice. Matt took much longer to awake than Kristy, but this is not uncommon as each person has a different tolerance to drugs. The solution often is to provide stimulation, and with that in mind I grab the cattle prong from the table behind me, lay it across Matt’s lower torso, and press the button sending jolts of electricity through his body, and a small cloud of smoke radiates from the spot.

Chapter 2: Everyone Has an Origin

The smell of burnt flesh joins the screaming in the air that radiates from both Kristy and Matt. I didn’t leave the cattle prod in touch with direct skin for very long, but it was enough to char some of his skin, but that’s the funny thing about flesh, is that the tiniest amount can fill the air with a pungent odor that lingers like an annoying friend that doesn’t know when it’s time to leave. Matt and Kristy at this point have stopped screaming and are squirming in an attempt to make contact with one another, but the duct tape holds them in the perfect place. I can hear them start to whimper and talk to one another, and can see from his face that Kristy has provided him with the summary of the events so far.

“You better not harm my fucking kids!” Matt yells at me in an attempt to display his dominance.

“Matt, drop down the testosterone. You’re not going to do anything,” I state calmly.

“Who the fuck are you?” he yells back at me.

“Let us go, you fucking piece of shit,” Kristy jumps in, almost like an encouragement to Matt’s manhood. Walking towards the back of the room I grab the top of a small metal chair and drag it to the center of the room, causing an ear piercing screeching sound, and place the chair in front of them so that I can see both of their expressions.

“Do you really want to know who I am?” There seems to be a silence as they both register the current face of the creature that stands before them. The Guy Fawkes mask which is pale faced and outlines a beard stares back at them. Slowly lifting the mask away from my face with my left hand, it seems like an eternity before the cold air hits my skin. Matt and Kristy take in the new face in front of them, a face that holds blazing blue eyes, brown hair, white pale skin, and strong features. It is a face they have seen before, but not just a simple passerby or an occasion run in, but a face that once shared part of their life.

“Jason,” they both gasp out of horror.

“What are you doing?” Matt asks sounding both relieved and shocked at the same time. Kristy simply hardens her face and squints those dark green eyes, reviewing her true self behind that blonde hair, white skin, and tailored body. It wasn’t that she is ugly by any means, she is beautiful displaying the old southern bell persona, but what is ugly is the personality and the workings of her mind. Her ability to lure people in only to destroy them for her own amusement or her own gain, rising to the point that if you posed even the tiniest of a threat to her ecosystem, she ensured you were the once that suffered, but if you proved beneficial then you became her slave.

Matt was a different story, as growing up with each other we developed a bond that made us inseparable. Fucked up as his childhood was, abandoned by a whore of a mother, a raised by a drunk and abusive father, and throw in and a whole lot self-esteem and mother issues, we had the perfect storm. Factor in the chiseled body, perfect arms, strong back, and a dick roughly nine inches, he was irresistible to the opposite sex. I spent most of our friendship watching him slip from relationship to relationship, every time broken and crying, and even going as far as to attempt suicide made me draw closer to him. I was his emotional protector, as I knew how to calm him down and direct his energy and focus elsewhere, at least till until one relationship changed the track of both of our lives. Rosie managed to give him some hope of finding peace, but when his insecurities struck him once more he indulged into desires that would end the relationship. As a last ditch effort to win Rosie back, Matt joined the army in an attempt to fulfill the hidden desire Rosie once mentioned during pillow talk of marrying a man in the armed forces. Needless to say, everything went into a downward projection, he enlisted and left for basic training and furthered his career and his list of relationships. His desperation to not be alone lead to him fast-tracking a marriage to a girl named Emma right before they deployed. With her also being in the armed forces, it allowed them to stay together in a cramped metal container for nine months, stuck in an ill-fitting relationship. Matt and Emma destroyed what was left of one another and as a result, they became so distant from one another they played to each other’s insecurities. Fast forward through a divorce and some months of endless drinking and personality destruction, Matt falls into the sights of the ever evil Kristy.

It’s not that Kristy was a bad fit for Matt by any means, as they fit together, but she was just as destructive as him. Coming from a poor and ruthless family she developed her own methods for controlling those things that she could not, mainly consisting of using her targets and framing them into situations that she could control. The first husband Derik was used like any good pawn until he got smart and tried to leave. Kristy decided to take control and find a way to keep him, and just like any good whore, she got pregnant. It wasn’t divine intervention by any means, more that she would puncture the condoms and switch out her birth control for mints. Needless to say, the day she was late, was the day she gained full control over her relationship with Derik, furthering the destruction of her morals and personality, and even bearing another child. If there was ever a woman who was born without the parenting gene it was Kristy, as both children suffered from a lack of attention and affection during those crucial developing years, creating clones of herself. She despised the children as they never allowed her the freedom she desired, but she also saw the benefit they had in controlling others and ensuring she garnered enough attention. Derik realizing his inevitable ability to escape found a loophole and joined the military. Kristy, being the cold hearted bitch she was, she wouldn’t let her husband get the attention and joined the military as well, leaving her children with family and friends. As the relationship began to approach its final ends, and Kristy discovering her full ability to control people as a Sargent, she decided to use her new skills to eliminate herself of her husband. However, Derik would not get off easily, as Kristy paid a fellow soldier to rape and beat her to the point she wound up in the hospital, only to frame her husband and ensured she destroyed his career and reputation.

Shortly before the divorces of both Matt and Kristy, they found each other and set in motion the very events that led to the destruction of two relationships. Kristy used her rape and beating as a way to draw Matt in, and it worked as he soon became her new pet and cheated on his wife Emma. Kristy gained the very thing she desired and the perfect pawn for giving her everything she has ever wanted, except there, was only one person standing in her way, that person being me.

I was the emotional support that Matt needed, but when he left I still attempted to perform that role, a role that proved difficult to master from afar. So when the time came, I jumped at the opportunity to join him and his first wife Emma in Texas near the base. It was a move that not only encouraged personal and emotional growth for me but also aided in keeping Matt from a path of destruction. My attempts bore little fruit, and I grew homesick, so I moved back home but found that during this time he separated from Emma, only to go into a downward spiral. It was around this time the ever evil Kristy entered his life and she started to sink her hooks into him. After a short visit during the holidays, I saw the damage she had inflicted upon him, leaving him a mess after she left him claiming he cheated, an act he certainly was guilty of before on others, but an act he was innocent of this time. After I had returned home it was obvious that he needed me, yet I had prior commitments of my own. It wasn’t soon after that Kristy clawed back into life, using the previous excuse to leave him as a method of control. Unknown to me at the time, Kristy viewed me as a threat to her reign as I posted the only other ability to encourage and discourage Matt, even more, evident after she got back together with him. Kristy had every move figured out to get me to move back down to Texas to support Matt, as she conjured up with the most skill to drive a wedge between Matt and me, leaving me stranded alone, thousands of miles from my closest support system.

It began with little comments and criticisms that often ran off my thick thin, but this angered her more. Kristy often found ways to set me up for failure, such as breaking a hinge on a picture frame and asking me to hang it, only to have it fall and crash later, or asking me to vacuum and later remove the O-ring and blaming it on me dumping it in the trash. All petty things that only resulted in slight tensions between Matt and me, but ones that I noticed could lead to bigger issues. It was when I distanced myself from being in situations with her that she realized she had me where she wanted and using the fact that she was pregnant with her third child, Matt’s first, to draw us apart even more. She blamed me for issues that were having and then reasons she was upset. It wasn’t until the day she pushed me too far and I told her that she was a cold-hearted bitch and should burn in hell, that she finally won. It was the strike of the ax she needed to finished driving the wedge between me and Matt, causing the fifteen-year friendship to come to an end.

Being left alone, stranded, and in emotional pieces myself I started to find myself moving towards a darker self. I decided to finically accept that this was the end of a friendship and pieced the parts back together, licking my wounds, only to come back stronger and more resilient. The time came and went, they had their baby, and I increased my skills and education. I would discover the occasional message or call from Matt, but would find it was only related to needing me to help him with something. Eventually, I was able to just move on and forget what once existed, and finically found a love of my own. I meet Aaron during the events of the deteriorating friendship of Matt, and we grew to love one another. We moved in and we’re happy and even planning a wedding. The events between Matt, Kristy, and I had faded to around three years and as I forgot them, Kristy did not. I was the one enemy of hers that recoiled and made out from her tornado of destruction, only to become more successful. It irritated her to the point that it was driving her mad as my happiness didn’t go unnoticed. Matt noticed these same events as we still shared several friends from back home, and it seemed this caused and ever increasing the rift between him and Kristy as Matt started to see the vail lifting and Kristy realized she was losing control.

It wasn’t long till Kristy devised a plan to cause me pain. They both had left the army and even moved to another state while I remained in Texas with Aaron, and this was the setting for her revenge as she still had connections with her old soldiers. She convinced one of them that she was in danger and needed help, and even paid a hefty sum to ensure he would help her. Kristy already seeing that I was immune to her, led to her creating my downfall by hurting me the only way she knew how. Aaron was on his way home the day of our third anniversary stopping at the local florist to gather me some flowers. Running late as he always does, it didn’t occur to me that anything was wrong till the police showed up at my door. Aaron’s breaks had given out, causing him to slide into the intersection and sideswiped by two tractor trailers, dying instantly. Normally, I would have accepted this as a tragic fate, but it was not what Kristy wanted. She wanted me to know she was involved and she did it with a card in a red envelope that contained no address. When I opened then envelope it contained a card with a picture of a smiling car displaying the message “Congratulations.” On the inside was written,

“I wish you and Aaron all the happiness in the world. Don’t ever try to put the brakes on, you can never stop — Emma”

Chapter 3: Devour Me

“Jason, why are you doing this?” I start to withdraw from my thought of the past. As I prepare to answer his fleeting question, I sit upright and star at them.

“The why isn’t important anymore, what is important is the need. Your wife has been quite, perhaps she can explain the why for you”

“What the fuck are you talking about Jason, we have no idea why you’re doing this. We’re friends, me and you are like brothers!”

“Wrong Matt, we were like brothers” — I interrupt him. “We were even more than brothers once.”

“Jason,” he tries to work in a sentence but as he does I rise out of my chair and clamp his mouth shut with my left hand. With my right, I pull out of the hoody pocket a tube of super glue. I can feel him struggle and even attempt to bite my hand. I unscrew the cap and press the tube admiring the flow of the clear liquid and apply a lucrative amount to his lips, holding them as it starts to harden.

“You’re an asshole,” Kristy shouts at me. I drop the tube to the ground and walk over to her left side. I prop my arms on top of her chest leaning my body weight on her, staring into her face admiring the expression of fear.

“Let me tell you something. Your lover there wasn’t always so straight. I don’t suppose he ever told you, but back in the day we were quite the item”

“Fucking lies,” she hisses.

“No, it was romantic for what you can call two inexperienced bodies trying out gay sex for the first time. We both took each other’s virginity that night, and for some reason, it never stopped. I will say this that his dick is rather impressive. I do have one curiosity, however, does he still taste like Mountain Dew and skittles when he cums?”

“I am going to kill you.”

“Oh, you mean like how you killed Aaron?” I look over to Matt whose eyes start to widen.

“Now you know the why. I’m sure you don’t believe me just yet, so that’s why I’ve brought the evidence.” I pull out of my back pocket a faded and crumpled red envelope. I walk over to Matt and slip out the card. He reads the inside and I can tell he realizes that the handwritten message, is that in the handwriting of his wife. His brows widen and he attempts to move his head to look at Kristy.

“It’s all lies, everything that ever comes out of your mouth is a lie,” she bellows.

“You see Kristy, you took someone I loved from me, and now I’m going to do the same to you. The only difference is that I’m going to cut yours out of you.”

“Don’t fucking touch me, don’t you touch my baby,” she screams but her objections become silent as I hold her mouth shut and apply a new tube of super glue to her lips. She struggles to open her mouth, but it proves futile. I step away and move to the right side of the room and gather a few items on a movable surgical tray. I wheel the tray over to Kristy’s left side and as I glance up I can see her eyes widen, those very eyes that held anger and hatred, now only express fear. On my tray is a scalpel with a #10 blade, bandage scissors, a pack of iodine cotton swabs, a set of suture material, various suture needles, a needle driver, surgical gloves, a long plastic feeding tube, a funnel, and a blender.

I take the bandage scissors and move to the bottom of her shirt. The green fabric seems cheap and doesn’t resist the cuts of the scissors. As I move up, the fabric makes a small rip sound that resides once I reach the neck of the shirt. I then move to the left side and move in the same motion and then repeat on the right side. With quick movements I jerk the fabric out from under her body, leaving her upper body exposed. Grabbing the metal chair, I place it on her right side and move the surgical tray closer to me. I then grab the package of iodine swabs, tear it open and rub in a circular motion to clean the abdomen near her pubic bone.

“Don’t want you to get an infection and die on me early now.” I unwrap the surgical blade and the sterile package exposing the scalpel handle. I unwrap the surgical gloves and place them upon my hands and attach the blade to the handle moving back to the cleaned site, now stained yellow from the iodine.

“I hope you didn’t have any plans for bikini season because you’re going to have a nasty scar!” I hear her moan and can see her trying to move her body away from me, but the duct tape holds her in place. Placing the surgical blade flush to the skin I begin to pull back, admiring the skin as it splits and exposes the layer of fat beneath. It takes a few more slices to reach the muscle wall, making the incision around three inches in length. A small pool of blood starts to form as the capillaries and veins leak their contents. She moans and a whimper forms through her sealed lips, while the only other audible noise is that of Matt who is trying to remove his restraints, and the small drops of blood hitting the ground.

I slide my fingers into the open wound and spread the tissue apart to slice the muscle wall to reveal a cavity. Placing the scalpel on the tray, I reach inside her body, feeling the internal heat and moisture radiating from her organs through the gloves. I feel for her uterus and find the placenta sack and fetus sitting in its secured position. As I wrap my hand around the slimy structure I can feel the body that has begun to form and its heartbeat radiates into my palm. With one quick movement, I squeeze and pull the fetus from its secure position and outside the cavity into the cold damp air of the room. Kristy attempts to scream and as she does she rips her lips open pulling the seal of super glue apart. Looking at her I can see she wants to speak but the pain is too great for her focus upon anything else and she just follows me with those evil green eyes. The fetus is still beating in my hand and I can feel it’s heart start to slow as the beats become weaker. I walk over to her right side and rub the fetus on her face leaving a residue of blood and fluid.

“This is your all your doing,” I say to her. She only stares at me and sobs. I then place the fetus into the blender and seal the top. The sac is still attached and I can see the fluid start leak out into the bottom of the blender. I set it to pulse and hit the on button. As the blender screams to life the once clear container becomes stained in red and then turns to a pink hue as it mixed with the fluid from the embryonic sac. I look over to Matt and can see his eyes widen in horror and he starts to struggle even more, and tears start to form at the corners of his eyes and flow down his cheek. I provide him with a reinforcing smile and turn back to the blender, hitting the stop button and taking the top off, admiring the slush that is forming back to the bottom.

Grabbing the plastic feeding tube, I then walk over to Kristy and hold her nose shut. Suspecting what is about to happen she seals her mouth shut, but it proves futile as she soon gasps for breath and spews her mouth open. I take the moment to my advantage and start to shove the feeding tube down her throat. I do not push it to her stomach as is the purpose of the tube, but enough to allow for the passage of substances and still allow taste and feeling. I then attach the funnel to the end of the tube and ensure it makes a seal. I walk over to the blender and lift it off the mechanical base and the stand behind her raising the tube and funnel. I start to pour the contents of the blender into the funnel and watch as the clear plastic is taken over by the reddish pink color and disappear into her oral cavity. I know when the contents start to drip through as she begins to gag and struggle. She attempts to not swollen but finally does as she realizes she can’t breathe, and three big gulps are all it took to devour her own child. I pull the feeding tube out in a slow motion, and almost on cue she spits up her meal and covers her face and chest with some of the contents. Setting the blender and the tube down, I walk over to her and swab part of her vomit on my still gloved finger.

“Tell me, do you think this is part of a finger or maybe a toe,” I say to her in a calm voice, and then release a smile as I flick it back at her. Kristy looks up at me with despair in her eyes and starts to pass out.

Chapter 4: Sterilization

It only took ten minutes to stitch Kristy up and ensure the bleeding had ceased. Matt’s eyes have turned from ones of sadness to ones of anger, but he is just as much to blame as what happened to Aaron as she is. Kristy is still passed out from her experience but I need her awake for what’s to come. I move over to the right side of the room and grab a smelling stick, placing it under her nose resulting in a jolt of awareness.

“I need you to be awake for this next part Kristy. You need to know that you’re not the only one with dark secrets.” She glances at me with her eyes displaying defeat.

“I told you earlier that Matt and I were a couple once before, but I wasn’t providing the whole picture. It started when we were younger and he came on to me in his basement room. I didn’t know I was gay then, but when he crawled into bed with me and slide my hand down his pants I didn’t exactly flinch. I will give him credit, that dick of his is impressive soft, but when hard and those veins running ramped through it, it makes quite the spectacle. I admired the heft in my hand and knew I wanted it in my mouth, and as you can imagine that lead to other orifices being filled by it and eventually mine filling his.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t really care what you believe Kristy, I’m only telling you the truth. Now, I should say that this was never public, it only was spent by us alone. As time progressed he grew old of the experimenting, I, on the other hand, fell in love. There wasn’t much that I wouldn’t do for him, and he knew that, and he played it to his advantage. You both are very much alike, except when you are done with someone you just destroy them, Matt, on the other hand, likes to keep them in his back pocket for a rainy day.”

“This is all lies, all of it,” she croaks out. I then walk over to Matt and pry apart his lips with my fingers, watching the skin pull as they tear. He screams as they part and I can see small pools of blood form to fill the exposed tissue.

“Just stop Jason, you don’t need to go any further,” he pleads with me. I take in those brown eyes as they look up at me pleading. Those eyes always found an entry into my soul, but now there was no soul to gaze upon.

“Tell her Matt.”

“You’re lying,” he demands back. I then walk over to Kristy stopping by the now blood-soaked surgical tray, grab the scalpel and hold the blade to her neck pressing slightly to ensure I cut a thin area revealing blood.

“Stop,” she screams at me. I look over to Matt who realizes that he has no choice.

“It’s true,” he whimpers to her.

“Don’t lie for him, I know you Matt, and you wouldn’t do that.” I move to her left ear staring at Matt the entire time as I whisper a detailed description.

“Matt, tell her about Jersey, or I slit her throat.” He seems to hesitate but then realizes what is at stake.

“When I came home for R&R a few years ago, we went to New Jersey and partied it up. We got really drunk, and I failed at picking a girl up. We went back to the hotel and once we got into the room I dropped my pants and he started to blow me.”

“The whole story Matt,” I bark urging him to continue.

“I then grabbed him and took him to the bathroom where I threw him to the floor, ripped down his pants, and I fucked him on the bathroom floor”

“And what did we use for lube Matt?”

“The liquid soap that was on the counter,” he says almost inaudible.

“And where did you cum?”

“In your fucking mouth,” he says with the same weak tone. I look over to Kristy whose face is now in the form of disgust.

“He tells it better than I did, wouldn’t you agree Kristy?”

“You’re a fucking faggot, Matt. Fucking men and then coming home to fuck me.”

“It wasn’t like that, we were kids Kristy, it was stupid but it was just that.”

“Please, Matt I remember when you went to New Jersey, you were still married to Emma. You both were deployed and she was in Iraq, while you were fucking him. Lord knows how many time you guys fucked when you were alone.”

“I’ve never done that with you.”

“Enough, the both of you. You see how quick you turned on one another. You see Matt how you have now become almost cut out of her life. You’re now a threat to her and her view of herself. She can care less about you right now, and the sad part of that is you are the opposite wanting to draw her in and keep her closer. Let’s face facts here Matt, you’re a cheater and you have always thought with your dick. I think it’s time to remedy that situation.”

I move away from Kristy and walk over to the surgical tray. I roll it over to Matt, and the instruments make a clinking sound as the wheels run over bumps on the crumbling concrete floor. I stop in front of him and I can see him tense. I proceed over to the right of the room and assess the table. I find the ball gag that I desire and walk around the back of Matt. I hold the two ends and place the center of the ball over his mouth. He struggles as I do, but the tenderness of his lips shoot pain and he gasps. I take the opportunity and pop the rubber ball into his mouth and he bites down on it. I fasten the Velcro straps around his head and ensure a tight fit.

I move towards the front of Matt and grab the bandage scissors from the tray. I proceed to walk up and grab his waist, sliding my fingers over the lining in the jeans and feeling the warm skin underneath. I slip the blade of the scissors where my finger resides and start to cut the cloth. The jeans are tougher to cut than Kristy’s shirt, but they still separate as I slide the scissors down to the bottom of his right leg and then repeat the process for his left. Grasping the material, I yank, his jeans and underwear falling to the floor. Standing in front of his now half-naked figure, his manhood dangles impressively even though it is now exposed to the cold air. Taking the scissors, I run them around his penis and he flinches as I open the blades and slide his soft penis between the two ends.

“I was going to cut it off, but that is just going to leave to many complications,” — I remove the scissors and he releases a sigh of relief. “However, it is not your dick that is the problem, it’s the hormones that are really the culprit. How does one stop an intact male dog from mounting and pissing on everything? — I pause for a second to let this question sink in. “You castrate it.” Matt taking in the realization starts to struggle and yell through the gag, but only spit makes it through.”

“Please just stop, just fucking stop already,” Kristy screams at me.

“Unless you want a gag in your big mouth, I suggest you shut up and enjoy the show Kristy,” I growl and she starts to weep.

I walk over to the table to the right and grab the item I am looking for. It is a vice grip that contains two metal walls that tighten as you turn the rotating lever. I walk back in front of Matt and place it on top of the surgical tray. Adjusting the tray, I lower it to the point that it aligns perfectly with his low hanging testicles. I grasp them in my hand feeling the saggy warm skin and the wrinkles that have formed. I fondle his sack and find the large testicles that reside towards the bottom. Matt’s body flinches even more as I do, and as a conditioned response from his central nervous system, he even starts to get hard. I place his testicles into the vice and tighten the handle moving the two walls into place, only stopping once they have a firm grip. I can see that he is boasting a semi as I finish, and knowing this is only a reaction from the stimulation I decide to have a little fun.

“I guess for old times’ sake,” I say to him with a smile as I begun to rub my hand back and forth across his shaft. It takes only seconds for him to grow to full length and pulsing girth. Kneeling down on the crumbling concrete in front of him, I take him into my mouth and start to slowly suck. His penis moves into the back of my throat and then slides back out between my lips. I can taste the salty sweat that has been forming the last couple hours and smell the musk lingering around his pubic hair. Thrusting him deeper inside, my face becomes buried into his fluffy black pubic hair. Repeating the process for what seemed like ten minutes, he tightens in my mouth and by voluntary reflex, his ass does as well, and he trusts in my mouth. One final trust and I can taste the sweet saltiness of his cum as it pounds into my mouth filling it and seeping down my throat. The amount of cum is staggering and as I swallow his body goes into small tremors from the pleasure. I stand up and wipe my mouth with my finger and smile.

“Just as I always remembered it, salty and sweet. At least I can say I was both your first and last.” Wrapping my hand around the handle of the vice, I turn it and feel resistance as the two walls start to press firmly against his testicles. With each turn he erupts with a scream and each time I feel myself harden below. It takes ten turns before the sound in the air fills with a loud pop, signaling the process is complete as he uncontrollably thrashes and sobs.

“Can’t leave all that mess inside there now can we Matt?” I unwind the handle and release the pressure of the walls, sliding his limp and bruised scrotum out. Taking the package of iodine swaps, I swab down the middle of his scrotum and use the blade to slice an incision, leading to a fluid to drip from his sack. Taking my fingers, I slide them into the opening and pull out the smashed contents of his testicles. The left is still attached to the vas deferens and I cut the cord, tossing the crushed testicle to the ground. I locate the second cord and tie them together to prevent any further bleeding and then secure them with suture material. Taking the needle and suture, I sew up the incision and glance at the floor to see Matt’s left testicle sitting there. Picking it up, I walk over to Kristy who begins to scream and then clamps her mouth down shut. I grab her mouth by the sides applying pressure till it opens, drop the testicle into her mouth and slam it shut. Holding her nose shut Kristy tries to last, but the struggle for oxygen become too great and she finally swallows.

Chapter 5: Speak No Evil

There is an old saying about those who refuse to do nothing while observing the tragedy of others. Speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil. It is a sentence that has always grasped my attention. Sitting in the metal chair, I glance at both these two people that once were part of my life. They lay there passed out from the exhaustion and pain of the evening. I glance at my watch and realize it is just past the witching hour and there is still more work to do before I’m finished. Standing up I walk over to my table of instruments and gaze upon them. Everything I need to enact my revenge lays out before me. I grab the set of jaw spreaders that will attach to the front of the canine tooth and hold the jaw open. Kristy is going to be first I decide, and walk over to her as she lays there asleep and almost looking content, but once I punch her in the right cheek just below her eye she springs to life. Grabbing her jaw once more I force the spreader into her mouth and the springs force her jaw open. Matt comes to as the sound of Kristy’s struggles fill the air. Moving towards him he attempts to speak but the ball gag still holds his internal thoughts quite. He can see what I’ve done with Kristy and tries to bite down holding the gag into place, but a strong punch to his nose and a loud crack, he gasps and I rip the gag from his mouth and slip the second spreader into his mouth and he fights against the spring.

“I’m sure you have heard of the expression speak no evil! Well, you both have done nothing but that. I am going to help you with that.” A large smile spreads upon my face as I gaze down at Matt. I’m not positive but it seems they have figured out this round of the game and both start to struggle. Glancing over at the table I see the next tools I need and walk over to grab them. I fasten a new blade upon the scalpel, grab a pair of pliers, and a small blow torch. Arriving back at Kristy, I place the scalpel and the blow torch on her chest and wield the pliers in my right hand. I slip the pliers into her mouth, but as I attempt to grab her tongue she slashes it back and forth, however it proves futile. I apply as much pressure as possible and stretch her tongue through her open mouth. I pass the pliers to my left hand and then wield the scalpel with my right. In one fluid movement, I slice through the muscle wall and the remaining stump of her tongue slips back into her mouth. An attempt to scream can be heard but the blood pooling in her mouth starts to form at the back of her throat. Reaching back in with the pliers I grasp the stub of her tongue and use the blow torch to cauterize the wound. The bleeding stops, but so does her breathing, and I take her dolly tipping it upwards sending her head towards the ground and the now clotting blood spews from her mouth and plops to the floor. Punching her on the back through the opening on the dolly causes her to spit out any remaining clots and take a breath. I set her back into position and swab the inside of her mouth to prevent any suffocation and remove the mouth spreader.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it,” I laugh at her. I then gather the tools and move over to Matt, who is now thrashing and trying to speak to me. The inability for him to close his mouth results in nothing audible. Performing the same routine, I grasp his tongue and slice it off, except this time the blade has dulled and it took two slices to remove the strong muscle from its place. Just as with Kristy a pool of blood forms and I cauterize the wound, but unlike Kristy, he doesn’t stop breathing but instead starts to choke from his own blood. Elevating him performs the same effect and I clean him up removing the mouth spreader only to see him mouth some words at me.

“Fuck you.”

Chapter 6: Hear No Evil

The table lays out more tools for my viewing pleasure. Still in my hands are the mouth spreaders that are covered in saliva and blood that is now drying and starting to crust over. Setting them down I run my fingers across a tool that doesn’t seem to fit, but one that any resourceful person would have in their collection. Wrapping my hand around the Phillips screwdriver it feels light at the handle but the front made of metal tries to pull it downward. I turn and walk to Matt who is still gasping for breath as he tries to learn to swallow without a tongue. Standing on his right side I look upon both of them.

“I hope you have pieced the next two games together by now, but in case you haven’t heard the next line in that old rhyme, it’s hear no evil. Seeing how after this you won’t be able to hear me announce the third, you will have to wait and see.” I grab Matt’s head as he tries to jerk it away and hold it still. When he stops fighting I push his head to the left exposing the right ear and run the tip of the screwdriver around his ear, teasing him of the inevitable penetration. Lowering down to whisper to him, I speak in soft words.

“We could have been different you and I. We could have made the world for us, but you only saw me as your little pawn. I want you to know one last thing Matt, I will always love you.” As I utter the last syllable, I slip the tip of the screwdriver into his ear and push till I hear a loud pop as I puncture his eardrum and his eyes widen and his mouth opens to scream. As I pull the screw driver out of his ear canal blood starts to form a small river and without any hesitance I turn his head the other direction and jam the tip of the screwdriver into his ear, eliminating any sounds that he will ever hear. Kristy starts to scream but it only sounds like a whistle as the inability to push a tongue against her pallet fails her. She thrashes violently rocking her dolly side to side. Gazing at her I ponder as to what she thinks this will achieve. As I approach her the dolly falls to the right and lays on the wet crumbling floor. Squatting down I look at her and shake my head.

“After all of the choices you have made in your life, do you even regret any of them?”

“Nah eiling hew un sed.”

“Yeah it probably would have been better to kill me instead sweetheart.” Raising the screwdriver high into the air I jam it down into her ear canal and twist. She screams, but paying no attention I thrust the dolly back into place, turn her head, and whisper one final thing before I jam the screwdriver in another ear.

“I’m going to enjoy killing your children.”

Chapter 7: See No Evil

Killing children is one of the evilest things that can exist in society and makes one truly in line with the devil, but that is not my goal. I have no desire to harm their children, but to leave Kristy with the final set of words she will ever hear just felt rejuvenating. The very reason why I’m on a set schedule is for those children, as no one knows Matt and Kristy are missing, and the children are stuck in a cage with a sedative. As long as everything goes according to plan, I will trigger the alarm from one of their smartphones and the police will arrive to release the children. By then I will be long gone till I can be sure it is safe to return. Gazing down at my watch it now shows 3:00 am. Sitting at the work table I finish writing on the large poster board and walk to the middle of the room displaying it to both Kristy and Matt.

SEE NO EVIL

They both start to cry, but from fear or pain, I have not a clue. I drop the poster board, move to the work table and glance at my new tool. Similar to the mouth spreader, this one goes under the eyelids and spreads them open allowing easy access to the tissue of the eye. I grab four of them and place them on Matt’s chest. He starts to breathe heavily and once I place my hand on his left eyelid he closes it tight. Regardless, I slip the small metal strips under his lower eyelid and it starts to make an opening just large enough to allow me to slip the top strip under his upper eyelid. As I let go his eyelids shoot apart exposing his eye, and I repeat the process with his right. Gazing down on this new spectacle, it’s like he is staring into my once existing soul, the piece of me that existed when Aaron was there. The one who saved me from myself, and showed me how to care and to feel and they took that away from me. Stepping away, I move to Kristy and perform the same procedure, except she provides little resistance, either from exhaustion or hopelessness. From my pocket, I pull out an amber filled bottle with a black dropper on top housing hydrochloric acid, a substance that will eat through the tissue in a matter of seconds. I unscrew the dropper and press it sending the acid into the clear tube. Placing the dropper over her left eye I release several drops of the fluid and each one hisses as it makes it target. Kristy moans and thrashes, but I hold her head still and add the drops to her right eye.

Standing there I watch as the once solid eyes melt and turn into a pile of ooze. Those once green eyes now reside in a lake of mush filling the crater of her eye sockets. I take the dolly and tip her forward as I did when I cut her tongue out and the mush falls to the floor dripping down her face. Using a cloth, I clean her face and rinse the cavity clean of any residing acid.

Moving over to Matt I stop and gaze at those brown eyes. Those eyes that had the ability to draw me in and make me feel his sorrow. As if he can read my mind, he displays those puppy dog eyes in a last-ditch effort to prevent his fate. I can feel anger arise from within me as it brings back all those feeling and emotions of our past.

“Not this time Matt,” I say slowly so he can read my lips, and squeeze more of the acid into the dropper and release it into his left eye. He fights back the pain and tries to free his head for what seems like the hundredth time this evening. I shake my head and release the final drops of the acid into his right eye. As I tip him forward to clean his new wounds I see a flow of fluid form at the bottom of our feet. Matt has urinated and the warm fluid bounces back as it sprays the floor. Once he finishes I tip him back and finish cleaning his sockets. Checking his pulse, I ensure he is still alive, but it is faint. I have no intention of letting them die, on the contrary, I want them to live a very long time with everything I’ve done to them.

Chapter 8: Every Party Ends with a Cleanup

Dragging over the two IV pumps I start with Matt by searching his arm for a vein and place a catheter. Blood begins to fill the tip and small droplets of blood drip to the floor as I apply the surgical tape to keep the catheter in place. Priming the bag of sodium chloride, I run the air out of the line and hook it up to the catheter, flushing away the clotting blood and set the pump to the standard 100ml/hr. In the second compartment of the IV pump is a syringe of morphine and I engage it by turning the keys and enter in the passcode. On the pole, I double check the antibiotic bottle of Cefazolin and ensure it is ready by draining the air out of the line and attaching it to the port in the bag of sodium chloride. As a final precaution, I administer a sedative of valium through the IV line. Gazing down at my watch it is now approaching six am, and I move over to Kristy to perform the same procedure.

Both are now sleeping and free of pain, but there is still one procedure that I need to complete. I’ve taken their love, their taste, their hearing, their sight, and their ability to reproduce, but what I have yet to ensure if that they will never be able to walk away from those they hurt. Taking the pack of iodine swabs I move to the back of Matt’s dolly and use the hole to feel and locate the thoracic spine and swab the iodine. Moving back to the work bench I grab the jigsaw and test the blade by pulling the trigger. It roars to life and as it slows I cover it in iodine, and move back over to Matt. Aligning the blade to the marks of the T6 vertebrae, I press the button and the blade slips into the small of his back, jerking as it fights through the tissue and the bone. Moving the blade in a fluid horizontal movement it slices through the entire vertebrae. I clean up the wound, flushing it out, suturing any bleeding veins, and close the wound.

The same methods work with Kristy and I prepare her wound the same way. The purpose of the procedure is that it causes paralysis from the waist down. They will never walk again, and will never be able to perform simple functions such as bowel moments without assistance. A fitting conclusion to the same methods they used on others, paralyzing them with their selfish ways. I take Kristy’s dolly and IV pump and start to move her out of the plastic room. Traveling down the hall the lights flicker almost signaling that time is running out. I wheel her into the storage room that she first woke up in. There are two beds laid out with clean sheets and a warming blanket. I wheel her next to the table that has a large bowl of warm water mixed with antiseptic chlorhexidine solution. I lean the dolly backward and take a knife out of my back pocket, slicing the duct tape to free her body. Removing her remaining clothes, I stuff them in a plastic bag, and start to use the wash cloth to clean up her now naked body making the spots of dry blood come alive as the water warms them. I clean her face removing the dried pieces of the fetus, flush out her eye sockets and mouth. I move towards the rest of her body cleaning gently and paying close attention to the surgical sites of her spine and abdomen. I finically finish with her legs and feet and dry her off with a towel. Moving the IV pump into place next to the bed, I support her body as I lift her off the dolly and under the warm sheets.

Walking back into the room where Matt lays on his dolly naked from the waist down, I ponder about the topic of fate but am disrupted by the alarm on my watch. It is now 7:00 am, alerting me that my time is running out if I wish to pull off my plan. I wheel Matt into the storage room tip the dolly back, cut his restraints and start to clean him up by washing his face and flushing his mouth and eye sockets. His shirt is still on and I remove it exposing his strong built chest. I stop and admire his bare chest, gliding my hand across it, my fingers entangling with his chest hair. I marvel at how the man once a masterpiece is now only a shadow. Taking a deep breath, I finish cleaning his body, washing his spine gently, and softly cleaning the blood away from his penis, scrotum, and pubic hair. The musty smell from earlier is no more as it has been replaced by the coppery smell of blood. Finishing at his feet I dry him with a towel and ease him into his bed under the sheets and adjust the IV pump. The final cleanup of my victims entails washing their hair, and I sit down on a stool washing both of their hair watching as the water turns from clear to red.

Gathering the items into the plastic bag, and moving the dollies back into the plastic room, I perform one final clean up with bleach wiping down the surfaces and mopping the floor. Back in the plastic room, I gather the tools of my trade, the blender, the tube, and anything that shows I was once here into the plastic bags. As I tear down the makeshift walls of plastic, the room grows and appears lonely, but it also displays the hidden furnace. Walking over to the furnace I turn it on and increase the gas to create a hotter flame. As it roars to life it makes a loud banging sound but it soon subsides. I open the door and admire the flame as it heats the metal inside turning it red. Shoving the items inside the plastic starts to melt over them till it bursts. I place the dollies inside and watch as their aluminum frame starts to heat. In the middle of the floor is a hole for drainage, and to my left is a hose for easy cleaning. I wipe the surfaces down with bleach and douse the floor till clean water only resides and place both the hose, the mop and bucket, and the cleaning tools into the furnace. My watch beeps again and as I look down it alerts me that it is now 9:00 am, and that I have almost completed everything. I take the watch off, toss it in the fire along with my phone. Stripping from my clothes, I clean myself up just as I did with Matt and Kristy to remove any evidence and discard the contents in the furnace. As I watch them burn I can see the fire has consumed almost everything I’ve placed into it.

Walking over to cabinet I remove a set of clean jogging clothes, a hat, a new watch and burner phone, and shoes. I dress and pull out one final item, a zip lock bag with the cell phones of Matt and Kristy. I take Kristy’s and toss it into the fire, and grip Matt’s with the bag. As I walk out I make one final stop at the storage room and use Matt’s finger to unlock his now turned on phone. The screen opens displaying a picture of him and Kristy smiling, and a laugh erupts from me. Using his finger, I open the home security app and press the emergency button to alert the police there is a problem at the house. As a final precaution, I wipe the phone down, toss it on top of Matt, and stash the zip lock bag in my pocket. Opening the door displays the bright light of the day, and as I glance down at the new watch it shows it is 9:45 am, and I start to jog down the alley and onto the street filled with fellow joggers running for the 10K charity marathon.

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Content

Topher Bradshaw
INHUMANITY
A Short Novel

Chapter 1: Preparations Like This, Are Not for the Faint of Heart

Chapter 2: Everyone Has an Origin

Chapter 3: Devour Me

Chapter 4: Sterilization

Chapter 5: Speak No Evil

Chapter 6: Hear No Evil

Chapter 7: See No Evil

Chapter 8: Every Party Ends with a Cleanup

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