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     “Please! I’m so sorry!” She screamed. “I’ll do anything you want. You name it, I’ll do it. Please just don’t hurt me again.”

     “I’m afraid it’s too late for that my dear,” he said as he took the pliers and ripped out another toenail. She screamed again as he tossed the nail aside. He moved on to her big toe and it took a few harder tugs, but he got it. Her screams had turned into a heaving out-of-breath wailing. He held the nail in front of her face.

     “Ok, if you eat it, I’ll stop pulling them out.” He said.

     “What?”

     “Open your mouth and eat the toenail. Don’t just swallow it either, I want to hear some crunch.”

     “I can’t!” She cried.

     “Ok, no problem, I’ll just go back to work,” he said as he reached for her foot again.

     “No! No! I’ll eat it! I’ll eat it!”

     “Alright, here you go.” He held the nail over her mouth. “Open up, nice and wide.”

     She opened her mouth slowly as he dropped it in. Her face wrinkled up as she began to chew. He smiled while listening the toenail crunch with each bite.

     “That thing was a pretty good size. Should have brought you some nacho dip. Add some flavor for you.” Her face looked as if she were about to throw up as she chewed, and finally swallowed. She heaved and tried to catch her breath.

     “Well then. Moving right along. Let’s see.”

     He went back to the tool chest and came out with a large saw.

     “Ok, this might cause a stinging and/or burning sensation,” he said looking the saw over. It was a medical grade bone saw he’d ordered off Craigslist, along with his many other tools. It was battery operated and could cut through almost anything. He grabbed a blowtorch out of the chest and sat it next to him as he looked her over.

     “Ok, where to begin?” He reached down and felt her thigh, and ran his hands down to her ankle. Cranking the saw on, she began screaming again.

     “Hey! You said you’d stop if I ate my toenail!”

     “I said I’d stop pulling toenails out. We’ve move on to something different. Don’t be so picky.” He fired up the saw and drilled right through her kneecap. She twitched and screamed as the smell of burning flesh and bone filled the van. It went clean through in one good swipe. He moved the leg away and grabbed the blowtorch. He sparked up the flame and ran it over the wound, cauterizing it and stopping the bleeding.

     “There you go. Can’t have you bleeding out now, can we?” he held her severed leg up and looked it over. “You have good bone structure and muscle tone. Too bad it’s going to waste. You see Jenny? Had you not been such a selfish cunt when I messaged you, you might have your leg. Now you don’t. It’s mine now.”

     “Please stop this! Please!”

     “Well, you still have another leg. We need to even it out,” he said as he turned the saw back on and sliced through her other leg. She screamed once again as he forced the blade through and removed her lower leg, once again cauterizing the wound. He reached down and undid the cuffs on her severed ankles and tossed the limbs aside. Jenny writhed and cried as he looked down at her.

     “You were once so beautiful Jenny. Such a perfect little body,” he said as he lifted her shirt and began feeling her stomach, running his bloody fingers along her waist and chest. He grabbed a scissors and cut her shirt off exposing her breasts. He ran his hands around them, and squeezed as she tried to pull away. Tears ran down her face as Rodney wondered where that pretty smile was he’d seen in her pictures.

     “See? You’re beautiful on the outside, but ugly on the inside. But we can fix that.” He reached up with the scissors and thrust it into her eye socket. She screamed and bucked against him, but he was too strong and too heavy. He wiggled the scissors as her eye socket made a sucking, squishing sound as her eyeball finally popped out of her head. She screamed and wailed to the point he thought his eardrums would burst. He lifted the eyeball and used the scissors to cut away the optical nerve and held the eye up to her good eye.

     “Looky there. Just like having a baby. I even had to cut the cord. I would cut out the other one, but I want you to see everything I’m about to do to you.”

     “Just kill me. Please? I can’t go home now. I can’t work. I’m no good for anything. Just kill me.”

     “Oh, I will kill you. You can be certain of that my dear. It will be when I’m ready though. Like I said, you need to be taught a lesson. Maybe once I’m done with you, I’ll take some pictures of your rotting corpse and put the up on Backtrack for the world to see. That might be fun.”

     Her sobs grew louder.

     “You’re sick! You’re fuckin’ sick! I’m glad I was rude to you. I was right to be. You’re a sick, creepy asshole! I bet you got a tiny little dick too!” She screamed.

     He tried to hold in his anger, but it was so hard when a piece of trash like her was shooting off at the mouth. He unloaded more punches in her face. Her nose crunched beneath his first on the first blow. After the third, he felt teeth breaking away in her mouth. She even began to gag on some of them. He stopped punching as she coughed and spit her busted teeth out of her mouth. They were covered in blood. She tried talking again, but it just came out as gibberish.

     “See? See what being rude gets you?” He picked up the saw once again. “Now, where was I?”

Chapter 4

     Abbie sat in her office, staring at the clock. It was only three in the afternoon, yet she felt like she’d been at work for twelve hours. It was hard to believe how badly she’d wanted the job as a mortgage processor at the bank. While it paid well, it was an incredibly mind numbing job. She’d gotten most of her work done for the day, now it was just killing time. She logged onto her Backtrack account just to waste time.

     Social media wasn’t a huge thing for her. She’d actually just gotten back on the whole social media thing. Her ex-husband had talked her into getting a joint Backtack account when they were together. That was a big, fat mistake. She never quite understood why people would get those unless as a couple you had serious control issues and insecurities. Any time one of her guy friends or even a co-worker would message her, Drake would lose his shit. It got old fast. He had a whole list of problems, but that was a big one. The final straw came when he decided he had the right to go through her phone.

     Now she was just enjoying the single life, at least for a while. Getting back onto Backtrack was crazy. So much had changed in the past year. And she was sure she hadn’t gotten any more attractive, yet the friend requests from random guys were overwhelming. Especially the ones that came with an unsolicited dick pic.

     Speaking of which, no sooner did she open her messages when there was a large, uncircumcised penis in her in box. Weird thing was it was from a guy in Pakistan. She deleted it quickly before the image could permanently etch itself into her brain. There was a friend request from a guy named Rodney Decker. They had no mutual friends, so no telling how he found her. She looked over his page. He looked like an ok guy. Maybe a bit old for her, but she really wasn’t looking to find dates on there. He had some funny memes posted on his wall and other than lots of shirtless selfies, nothing seemed unusual. She clicked accept and continued on. Though within seconds of accepting Rodney’s friend request, he messaged her.

RODNEY: Hey sexy lady! Thanks for accepting!

ABBY: Hi, thank you.

RODNEY: I love your profile pic. You look really hot in that dress. Your boobs are amazing!

ABBY: LOL why thank you. They do come in handy.

RODNEY: Any chance of getting a better look?

     Abby sat back and shook her head. She should have known that was coming. While she considered herself a fairly attractive woman, her boobs had always been her best “gift” as far as she was concerned. Though they could also be a curse. It’s not like she could just hide them when it was convenient. They were always front and center no matter what she was wearing.

ABBY: Umm. No. Sorry. They’re camera shy.

RODNEY: Well that is too bad. No need to be scare of me.

ABBY: I’ll keep that in mind.

     The guy was odd, but nothing too scary. She figured he was just lonely like the other ninety percent of the people on Backtrack. She went on to surfing, thankfully with no further dick pics in her inbox. Before long, it was five and she logged off and grabbed her things. As she headed out the door one of her co-workers, Jason, caught up to her.

     “Hey! Why the hurry?” He asked.

     Jason was an ok guy. Though ever since her divorce, he’d been giving her the full court press. Nothing too bad or crude, just lots of extra attention. He was same age as her, mid-thirties and had been divorced about a year longer than she was. They’d been friends for a while and she may have shown some interest in him, had he not nearly done a touchdown dance when she told him her and Drake had split. The whole divorce process was incredibly painful and even depressing at some points. It would have been a bit more considerate of him to at least act like he wasn’t excited she was now single. Maybe even be there for her as a friend first, instead of instantly going for the panty drop.

     Ever since then, she’d kept him at arm’s distance.

     “Just need to get home,” she said.

     “For what? Got a date with the TV tonight?”

     “Maybe. Why do you care?”

     “Well that’s harsh. You want to grab something to eat on the way home?”

     “No. I’m really tired. I just want to get out of here.”

     “Oh, come on. You’ve yet to embrace your new life of singleness! Enjoy the fruits that comes with it!”

     “If those fruits consist of your banana, I’ll pass. Thanks. Besides, my date tonight is with Netflix. I missed out on way too many good movies and shows when I was married.”

     Jason shook his head.

     “You’re serious? Netflix? You’d rather sit around alone eating bon bons.”

     “I don’t eat bon bons, dork,” she said. “Now, off I go. See you tomorrow.” She opened her car and climbed inside. Jason stood there, looking confused as she drove off. Once she got home she plopped in front of the TV and opened her laptop. She logged into Backtrack again and noticed she had a dozen notifications. Several were from that Rodney guy.

RODNEY: You are so beautiful.

RODNEY: I hope I don’t sound creepy, but I can’t stop looking at your pictures. You are just amazing.

RODNEY: I know I’m flooding you with messages, but the more I look into your eyes, the more I could just get lost in them. I’d love to touch you and kiss your soft lips.

RODNEY: You there?

RODNEY: I hope you’re not angry with me. Why aren’t you answering?

RODNEY: Hello??????

RODNEY: ANSWER ME!!!!!

RODNEY: Wow! You’re a fucking stuck up cunt like half the other fake bitches on here!

RODNEY: Still no answer, huh bitch? Oh well. I really do love your eyes. I love them so much I’ll cut them out of your fucking head and keep them with me in a jar! Think on that one bitch!

     Abby slammed the laptop closed and realized she had been holding her breath. She took out a deep breath and put it aside. Maybe it was time to delete her profile again. She turned on the TV and decided she needed to find something funny to watch. Once she calmed down a bit, she’d go back on there and block Rodney.

Chapter 5

     There was so much blood. He didn’t remember this much from the last time, but then again, he hadn’t taken his time so much last time. This time, he savored the moment. Instead of using the bone saw to cut off Jenny’s head, he used a large knife. Boy did she scream and flail. She tried to claw at him, but he’d already cut off her fingers. Her bloody stumps actually tickled as they rubbed against his arm.

     Once the head was off, he sat staring into her remaining lifeless eye. Her mouth hung open as her tongue drooped partway out. He placed his mouth over hers, caressing the head in both hands and began kissing it. Sliding his tongue into its mouth, he sucked on her dead tongue while massaging the inside of the mouth with his own. He felt his dick stiffen inside his jeans as he made out with the lifeless head. It had been so long since he’d made out with any woman. Alive or dead didn’t matter to him. Though he was really enjoying her in death.

     He then removed his hard cock and slid it inside her empty eye socket and fucked it. He’d never tried that before and was impressed with tight, wetness of the eye socket. It was almost too tight as his dick was a bit on the thick side, but it still felt amazing. He’d wondered why he hadn’t tried this before. It wasn’t long before he was blowing a nice load onto the inside of her brain tissue.

     He curled up with her headless body and played with her now lifeless breasts. They were still warm and firm as he squeezed them and massaged them. Putting his mouth on one, he sucked on the nipple. His cock grew hard again as he sucked. Leaning over her corpse, he slid his cock into her pussy, also still nice and warm. As he fucked her body, he looked at her severed head lying off to the side.

     Even though she was dead, he wondered if she could see or feel anything, but just not react. Maybe her ghost was standing there watching him fuck her. The mere thought of that really turned him on. His dick grew inside her as he thrust his cock harder and harder, her mutilated corpse bouncing against him along the van floor. Before long he was climaxing once again. Her lifeless pussy taking in his every last drop. He rolled off her and lie next to her.

     “See? This isn’t so bad is it Jenny?” He said to the corpse. “Just think. Had you been nice to me from the start, it wouldn’t’ have had to be like this. You could have been having sex with me on your own. At least then you’d be getting some enjoyment out of it. That’s ok though. I’m kind of liking this. I can enjoy your beauty, your skin and your softness without all the bitching and rudeness. I mean, who in the hell do you think you are? You really thought you were some hot shit didn’t you?” He sat up and laughed. “Well now look at you. You’re just a mutilated piece of meat. I’m still in one piece. So now who is better?”