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She hated being caged like an animal. She always knew this guy had a screw loose. On top of that, it was pitch black in here. She heard the others moving around in an attempt to find some comfort from their restraints.
With each passing day she became more sluggish, growing weaker. Her mind and body were fatigued beyond the point of return now; all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep. The foul and fetid odor that surrounded her no longer bothered her. Her eyelids grew heavier by the minute. Maybe she would fall asleep and never wake up from this nightmare. She had lost count as to how many days she had been here. How long did he plan to keep them all caged here?
The wind blowing through the rafters wreaked havoc on her nerves and the moonlight cast foreboding shadows that danced across the old barn. She heard a distinct rustling near the doorway and this time it wasn’t the wind. Squinting into the darkness, she tried to make out what the noise was. Was that footsteps she heard? Were the crazy maniacs back? The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. They were back. What horrendous torture did they have planned tonight?
She heard another sound. The pigs outside began to make noise, their incessant squealing grated on her nerves. Even the pigs seemed to sense the evil that surrounded their captors, it seeped from their very pores.
A fire had been started in the middle of the room. Whatever they had planned must involve fire. The smell of burning flesh reached her nose, causing her to gag. She couldn’t help but scream. She heard the others starting to panic as well. Their screams didn’t bother the tormentors. The louder the screams, the worse the torture became. This was what he wanted, to terrorize them the way he felt they terrorized him all those years ago. The screams echoed in the barn, wearing on her nerves. If only she could cover her ears and drown it out. Sweat clung to her skin, drawing the bugs to her. She could feel them biting into her exposed body. If only she could swipe them away, or at least scratch the places they had bitten. The constant itching drove her crazy.
At times, the eerie silence was worse than the terrifying screams. The smell of burning flesh became stronger, causing her to dry heave. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had something to eat. All that had been provided to them was dirty, foul smelling water.
Their captors continued to laugh while tormenting Chuck. Over the flame, she made out the cruel, menacing stare of their other captor. This one was pure evil. Fear curdled inside of her as she watched the glee in his eyes. She tried to scramble closer to the wall as he headed her way. The lunatic was coming for her.
David grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look up at him. In the background, she heard the flames sizzling and popping. "I think I'll have my fun with you for now."
A sickening clarity settled in her sluggish brain. This was her last few moments on this earth and they would not be pleasant. Sheer terror pierced through her body, too weak to fight and scream, she accepted her fate for what it was.
These last few days had been hell on earth, the worst nightmare possible. Pain had been her constant reminder that she was not dreaming, but living this nightmare. If she thought she had experienced excruciating pain over the last few days, it was nothing compared to what she was experiencing right now. Raw pain gripped her face as he forced something in her nasal cavity. She felt the warm blood oozing down her face, some making its way down her throat and choking her. When the pain became unbearable, she welcomed the darkness. This would be her last breath, but she was ready for death to take her away.
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DAVID HAD BEEN INTRIGUED with the mummification process ever since his parents took him to see the King Tut Exhibit. Looking over the crude instruments they found in the old barn, he realized this might be the perfect time to experiment with some of the rituals performed for mummification. Of course, his victim would need to be alive for the beginning of the process. He had always been fascinated with how they removed the brain from the nose. Now to find out if that was possible.
David dragged her to a table he had set up with several sets of restraints. As weak as she seemed to be, it was imperative he keep her as still as possible. He knew instinct would take over once he began and she would try to move away from the instruments. Anticipation hummed through his body as he prepared her for mummification.
“You are in for a special treat today. Do you know anything about ancient Egypt and how they would mummify the remains? I’ve always been intrigued by this and have decided to try a few of their techniques. However, it wouldn’t be as much fun to do this on an already dead person. I can’t wait to find out if the brains really do come out of the nose liquefied.”
He could smell the fear in the air. Fear was a powerful drug to him, one he was desperately addicted to.
Before performing the mummification process on said subject, David cut out her tongue. This would be a nice little memento to send to his sweet sheriff.
David watched in awe as she started convulsing, her legs and arms jittered wildly. Her eyes rolled back into her head and then her whole body became stiff. He watched the brain matter ooze from her nose and flow down her body. It was a bigger thrill than he expected. While her body was still warm and before his friend used the super glue on her, he found his release.
Macabre Torture Journal
Mummification – while the subject is alive. Test subject Heather has been chosen for this, as she no longer shows emotion when raped.
Length of time it took for rat poison to kill the subject. Test subject Barbara was being submitted to this torture. Poison increased – more discomfort noticed.
Does phantom pain truly exist – removal of a limb from subject (Must cauterize to keep said subject from bleeding to death) Test subject Adele had her left leg amputated just below knee. Subject bleary eyed and in constant pain.
What happens when the subject ingests lighter fluid and then forced to swallow hot coals. Test subject did, in fact, burn from the inside out. Fed to pigs
Is it possible to actually stretch a subject to death? Test subject Heather has been stretched even more. No fight left in her and has been chosen for mummification.
Acupuncture using long hot needles – slowly add burning candles to needles. Test subject Jill has 24 needles inserted into her now; three in each breast, arm and leg. Candles placed on the needles and lit. Test subject no longer responsive to rape.
Make a small incision in gut to pull out the intestines. Restrain subject for animals to munch on. Test subject succumbed to experiment. Fed to pigs.
Suspend subject above bamboo shoots and wait for them to grow into the subject. Test subject Maria has been chosen for this torture. Bamboo is growing into the body. Discomfort noticed.
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SHERIFF HAMILTON KNEW the package would be from David Thorguson, there was no doubt in her mind. “Alex, I received another package.”
If Alex knew when poor Jordan would receive a package, he would commandeer it before she even saw it. He was worried about her and her pregnancy. She was so close to her due date that the stress couldn’t be good for her. “I can take it right to the task force office, if you’d rather Jordan. That way you don’t have to worry with it.”
“I can handle it; I just don’t want to be the one who opens it.”
Inside the carefully wrapped package was a human tongue with a note “I’m having way too much fun to stop”. Alex also noted that the package was shipped from West Virginia once again. David Thorguson and his accomplice had found a hunting ground.