Read Without You I Have Nothing Online
Authors: J A Scooter
"The woman in
those clips is my dearly loved wife. Those animals had her in their power and
they didn't care what they did to her. Well, tonight they pay for their sins
and a horrific payment I'm going to exact.” Peter's eyes flashed with a
deep-seated anger, yet at the same time, he was sad that these monsters had
resurrected his demon, The Little One.
"Tonight the
'Angel of Death' is collecting each of our prisoners,” he said. "If you've
no stomach for what’s coming, you're welcome to join your parents and Jennifer.
"Render unto
Caesar that which is Caesar's is tonight's theme and for this exercise I'm
Caesar. ‘Vengeance is Mine sayeth The Lord’ and for what is to happen, I'm His
Handmaiden. All our prisoners will be dwelling in Hell tonight and I'll be back
to hold my Jennifer within the hour."
Wheeling around,
Peter stormed away from the truck.
He was surprised when
Andrew ran after him and grabbed his arm. Hauling Peter around to face him, he
spoke what was on his mind.
"Well, my
brother, tonight there are two Caesars. This Caesar demands the death penalty. I’ve
no compunction, no Christian charity no turning of the other cheek, nothing but
the utmost desire to wreak my vengeance on them. No method of killing them
could ever be payment for what they've done."
Inside the pigsty,
Dingo was furious at his imprisonment and abandoned for so long, but the other
prisoners were more realistic, moaning and begging forgiveness.
Peter ignored them
and called out, "Bring three of Dingo's guards."
"No!” He
appeared to change his mind, adding in tones that were more sinister. "Andrew
and I believe that ladies should go before gentlemen. Bring the nurse and the
Katoey. I think we'll add the doctor as well."
Peter wasted no time
when the three were standing before him. "Well doctor, you pierced nipples
and clits and you were preparing Jennifer for a long sea voyage. How many of
those bodies in your morgue were the result of your actions?"
The night air
resounded with the disdainful hoots of the Gurkha guards as the Doctor dropped
to his knees to beg for his life. With a few words, some of the guards handed
money to one who appeared to be holding the stake.
"Oh, don't beg
and grovel. It's far too late for that,” Peter snarled. "Put them in the
second pen! Strip them."
Again, the steel of Kukris
flashed in the moonlight and again blood flowed from numerous nicks. The three
prisoners stood naked, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of blood.
Andrew was astounded
that the beautiful Katoey was a transvestite with male genitals and he fully
expected these three to suffer the same ignominious end as Pretty Boy. He was
curious when Peter patiently explained that they were going to form a Siamese
Knot, reminding the three they would live while they remained motionless.
However, before he
continued Peter addressed the transvestite. “I believe you wanted to be as
female well now,” his Kukri flashed, “you are.
As the Katoey
screamed at the loss of his penis and testicles, Peter grinned most evilly and
added, “You must be so happy!”
Next Peter sat the
nurse and the Katoey in the mud and then sat the doctor against the nurse,
between her legs. Satisfied with their seating positions and deaf to their
pleas, he began knotting the three criminals together in a maze of intertwined
arms, legs, heads and torsos.
As he completed the
knot, he explained. "Doctor, you're in the 'Traitor's Position'. We'll see
if you suffer the most."
"You,” Peter
explained to the nurse, "are in the Lone Victim's position” as he forced
her legs as far apart as possible. Peter called the Katoey the Joined Victim
and again patiently explained they would live while they didn't move while all
the time ignoring the Katoey’s loss of blood
The doctor tried to
ease his aching legs but the chilling screeches of his two fellow prisoners
made him relax. For quite some time the three remained motionless.
The Katoey began to
sag due to the loss of blood but the screams of the others made him sit still.
Peter, tired of
waiting, roared an order and a Gurkha drove some piglets into the pen.
The nurse screamed
and thoughtlessly tried to move from the snuffling snouts. Shrieking with pain,
the doctor suddenly dropped his head. The noise stopped immediately.
The Siamese Knot
tightened. The arms and legs of the three in the knot, fighting for freedom had
strangled him . Struggling, the nurse and the Katoey, with their wails of agony
cut short, died with him.
Guards poured
molasses over the motionless bodies. Two boars, their sows and piglets rushed
into the pen to feed.
Emotionless Peter
began to stroll back to Dingo. "Strip him. Free him.” Kukris flashed in
the moonlight and Dingo was naked. Like Pretty Boy, his body was soon sweating
blood from all the nicks where the Gurkhas had sliced his clothes free from his
body.
Bleeding profusely,
Dingo was looking for any way out. Almost by chance, he noticed his pistol on a
post. Too desperate to be wary, it took no more than a quick snatch to regain
its possession, and he stood there, grinning, once more in control. He was a
strange sight - naked and bloodied yet holding the gun. The grin was momentary.
"You bastard,
you've killed my son.” He barked as his eyes narrowed. With drool dripping
from the corners of his mouth like some rabid dog, he growled a curse at Peter.
Leveling the gun at
his target across the clearing, he lovingly squeezed the trigger.
The gun exploded and
Dingo groaned, shaken and staring at the remains of his hand as he fell to the
ground. The booby-trap set so long ago in the workshop, had blown his right
hand apart.
"Bring the
tar.” Peter's reaction was cold blooded.
A guard sprang
forward and, to staunch the bleeding, forced Dingo's hand into the boiling tar
from the shearing shed.
Dingo's agonized
screams echoed from the trees of the nearby forest.
Never before had
Andrew witnessed such torment.
He was speechless. He
found it impossible to equate this cold, calculating killer with his
brother-in-law, who, so passionately loved his sister. Even without asking,
Andrew knew that Peter had carefully orchestrated this pantomime with the
pistol for Dingo's benefit.
A Gurkha threw a
bucket of water over Dingo and dragged him to his feet.
Peter reminded Dingo,
"You ordered not only Red, as you called her, but all the girls to be
pierced. Now we'll see how you like it."
Two guards held him
while one held out his penis with a pair of fencing pliers. Peter took an ear
tagging punch, used on the farm to attach a plastic identification tag to
either sheep or cattle, and drove one tag through the head of Dingo’s penis.
Dingo’s scream cut
through the night air.
Andrew had steeled
his nerve so he could help Peter avenge all these atrocities, but the sight of
this torture put a quick end to his self-control. As he turned away to throw up
yet again, he heard Peter's sardonic comment behind him.
"Hurt did it
Dingo? How many girls took this treatment at your orders?"
Dingo was breathless
and speechless, doubled up and moaning in agony. The pain was excruciating.
Peter drove another
and yet another ear tag into Dingo's penis until he crumpled unconscious to the
ground. Snarling, Peter threw another bucket of cold water over him.
"Hurting eh,
Dingo? Now for the taxi drivers you had killed. I believe you used a baseball
bat and beat the young kids to death. That's all they were - young kids."
Peter nodded and a
Gurkha swung a baseball bat into Dingo's knees. The first blow crushed one knee
then a second blow crushed the other. No one took any notice of his shrieks of
agony or his pleas for mercy.
"By the way,
thanks for the money and bullion you donated to the girls' education, those
girls you pushed into your brothels. Very kind of you, you piece of vermin.”
Peter reached for his Kukri and as it flashed, he bent low to castrate Dingo
with one slice.
Andrew's stomach
heaved again. It was all too much for him.
However, there was
nothing left to bring up. Feeling dizzy, he struggled to keep his balance, and
as he clung to the rails of the pen, he remembered the screams of his sister
and could only feel satisfied that the crimes against her had earned a just
reward. He was amazed that no longer did he want to vomit and the terrible
retribution seemed just. In fact, he felt pleased that Peter was judge, jury
and executioner.
"Put him in the
pigpen.” Peter continued his orders and waited before adding. "Kill
him!"
Smiling grimly, the
RSM stepped forward, his Kukri glinting. One flash of the blade sent Dingo's
head rolling on the ground. As the head rolled free, Dingo's body shivered and
shook with blood pumping from the severed neck. It was such a gory sight that
even Andrew, accustomed to butchering cattle, sheep, pigs, fowls, ducks, geese
and turkeys was compelled to turn away.
Ignoring Andrew's
reaction, Peter turned to the remaining prisoners.
"Now what do I
do with you?”
They begged, they
pleaded and they prayed but Peter ignored their entreaties. "I saw the
video clip where you were laughing as you made Jennifer airtight - three, four,
five! You even attempted six at a time, eh? You are such heroes!"
"Well Andrew,”
he sighed, turning to his brother-in-law. "I believe we now make them
watertight, as I've no intention of making them airtight."
He noted Andrew's
shocked stance. "Andrew you still seem distressed. Would you like to
leave?"
Seeing Andrew's
vehement nod of denial, Peter turned back to the prisoners and continued in the
same emotionless voice. "You bastards ignored her screams as you all raped
my wife. You ignored her blood and her agony so now you pay the piper for that
most energetic little jig you danced. Take them.”
A number of Gurkhas
sprang to carry out his order.
“Strip them."
Yet again Kukris
flashed and like a miracle, the prisoners’ clothes dropped away despite the
pleading for mercy. The guards dragged them, the only surviving prisoners, and
tied them to the pigpen rails.
Blood dripped from
them as Peter grasped plastic ties and sheep rings, used to castrate animals,
to loop around each penis and around each set of testicles. Grinning evilly, Peter
pulled the ties tight until each of Dingo's bullyboys was groaning at the loss
of circulation.
"I believe
they're thirsty,” were Peter's words.
Each Gurkha held his
prisoner's mouth open while another Gurkha forced water down his throat until
his belly bulged. Every remaining prisoner received the same treatment.
"Give them more
water. They still seem thirsty.” Peter was still not satisfied.
"Yes, my
friends, you raped my wife repeatedly until she completely lost use of her body
and even then you continued. You're now watertight. Within the hour, your
bladder will explode, and your kidneys will break down. Enjoy hell."
Grimly, he turned
away knowing his Gurkha friends would finish the evening for him with all signs
of the night's events removed. All human remains would be ground and combined
with molasses and alfalfa into Riverina sheep nuts for the stock. In the next
week, those same sheep nuts would become fertilizer around the paddocks.
The executioners
would destroy the truck, the holding sheds for the prisoners, their clothes and
belongings along with the DVDs, laptops and the rags. The concrete foundations
for the water recycling plant would cover any further evidence of the evening.
"Come Andrew,
we've some entertaining to do at the house. You don't look well. Ah yes, I
suppose it's been a shock to you. Remember, I lived amidst scenes like this for
the first sixteen or so years of my life.
"No matter what
way they died at my hands, nothing, just nothing would ever be payment enough
for what they did.
"Come on, smile.
Your sister's waiting for us and she looked so beautiful tonight.” He put an
arm around Andrew's shoulder. "Brother, forget tonight’s trauma. We both
know The Little One has gone, never to return and we can all smile. Now to make
certain my own sweet, darling Jennifer is back.