Chapter 46 Part 2

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As you know, I am mixed race, hairy. My friends say I look like a "Moor". I like children. I have groped quite a few under my clothes and I once had an 8 year old who jerked me off and sucked me, although I didn't ejaculate in front of him... my son has no friends and I have kept him locked up since his mother and I broke up. Dominick is now 12 years old and is white, with a thin body toned by his arms and abdomen, with a perfect ass. Green eyes and dark hair. Girl's face the way I like them. After Lucía left the house, he was left alone for me and now I could do whatever I wanted to him. I had already completely forgotten what I did to him on his birthday, which made him my perfect prey. His illness of not remembering anything made him look so innocent...

I think that from the first afternoon alone, Dom realized that my kisses, and caresses all over his face, back and chest had other intentions...

My son turned me on. I played with other children for a long time and he seemed like a pretty future little whore to me. Since I was 12 years old, I already had an ass suitable for being penetrated as many times as I wanted. That made me obsessed with masturbating for months thinking about making it mine. Although at five or six I could have started teaching him to jerk me off and suck me.

The fourth afternoon of going out with him often, I told him that we could go to the pool or the beach one day, I told him that I had swimsuits for both of us, to which he gladly agreed. I laid him on the bed and playing with him I took the opportunity to grope him on the chest and back, give him kisses in those places, on the neck and face. He let himself be done, but he wasn't completely comfortable. Still he stayed still. I laid him on his back, pulled down his pants until he showed his little ass and pinched it far over him several times. To have a first contact and get used to it.

On the second day, I talked to other people at school and so on and I saw that he hadn't said anything or spoken to anyone. So I became emboldened for the next time and hatched a plan. When we were alone again, we decided to go to the living room to play video games. I'm 43 years old. I'm not ugly, but I am somewhat dark, bald, hairy and I sweat a lot. I imagined his white body stuck to mine completely hairy and sweaty and I was going crazy.

When I entered the house I climbed on top of him with his penis up to my belly and I grabbed him by the ass. I gave him kisses on the face and neck gently, taking him to my room, I closed the door. I told him that I loved him very much and that I really liked that he let me touch him and kiss him. For some reason he wanted to keep me happy, it could be because I took him places and gave him gifts at my convenience. I stood him up and told him that we were going to take the opportunity to try on our swimsuits and he agreed.

—I'll try it on first and then I'll help you change.

—Okay daddy —he said with an innocent smile.

I took off my shirt under the boy's watchful eye, he was amazed at how hairy he was. He didn't look with lust, but with curiosity and a little fear. I took off my shoes, my pants and stayed in my underwear while he looked at me. I pulled down my underwear, he started looking at my semi-erect penis and naked body.

After putting on my swimsuit I took off his shirt. I liked her small, white, soft body and her look with some innocent fear. I sat on the bed with him in front of me and left him in his underwear. I began to touch him on the back, chest, leg, I ran my hand over his mouth, while with the other hand I touched him between his legs higher and higher and told him:

—You are very rich Dom. I love how soft you are, I can't stop touching you —I told him while still playing it.

I noticed how my penis became completely erect. Dom looked at me and let himself be groped without saying anything, he just made a pitiful face. I got closer to him and put one hand on his ass and caressed his back with the other. I started giving him kisses on the chest, neck and face.

He continued with some fear, not scared, but some fear. He let himself be done just to please me or because I was his father and "he shouldn't fear me". I turned him around, so that he would stand with his back to me, and I lowered his underwear a little at the back, leaving his delicious little ass exposed. Meanwhile, I caressed his back and chest telling him, again how soft it was, with my cock already bursting.

—You have a very nice little ass, son, and I'm sure it's very soft. Can you let me touch it for you?

—Okay, but I don't understand what you're doing dad. —He confirmed to me with a bewildered face.

I stroked her ass and told her how soft it was. She couldn't stop groping him first on her buttocks and then inside her slit until she reached his anus. It was between his testicles and anus.

I loved how soft it was, it was amazing. I wanted to throw him against the bed and penetrate him, but I'll make it as exciting as possible. I continued handling that little ass, putting my fingers in its slit and anus. I was excited by the contrast of her little white ass with my hairy, mixed-race hand. He didn't say anything, he just looked ahead with his mouth closed. I stopped groping him for a while, turned him over, undressed him, and finished removing his underwear. He didn't say or do anything.

The next image was that of an adult sitting on the bed with only a pair of underwear on, groping his naked son who was in profile, standing in front. I left one hand on his ass, trying to always have a finger or two digging through his slit and anus, which by the way were sweaty. With his other hand he caressed the front part, both the clavicle, chest and legs. I brought him closer to me and started licking his chest and neck. Dom was nervous, but he didn't dare deny me what I wanted. He was afraid of losing his adult friend, even if he did those things to him. To my little whore Dominick, it seemed like a fair price to pay for my attention and gifts.

I got up, pulled down my underwear, leaving myself naked, and sat down again. I sat him on his side on my leg and made him hold my penis. With my hand on top of his I taught him how to jerk me off. While I continued groping him in front and behind, his entire body.

—Now that you know, keep jerking me off by yourself.

Dom had no qualms and continued when I removed my hand so he could continue touching it with two hands while he continued jerking me off. At one point he stopped taking my sexual explosion:

—Why do you stop?—I asked upset.

—No.

—Why don't you continue, Dominick? —I insisted this time more authoritarian and getting serious.

—I am... your son, right? And between parents and children that is not there-

—Because you are a very pretty boy, with a beautiful little ass and you let yourself do whatever it takes of me, I undressed you and did whatever I want with your body. Because it belongs to me. Look right now, I'm kissing you and touching you everywhere while you jerk me off. Now keep doing it or I'll hit you and I'll be very angry. You don't want to see your daddy get angry, do you? —I made a serious and threatening face.

Dominick got scared and with an almost disgusted face he grabbed my cock, which was still hard, and I ordered him to jerk me off faster. I started kissing him on the mouth and sticking my tongue in. And I told him: —I love little white whores with rich asses and obedient like you, they are my favorites. Although I think you're going to be the best I've ever had and I really like that.

I picked him up again, leaving him standing in front of me, and began groping him in the ass and back while I sucked his chest and abdomen. I never got tired of handling it. I put my left hand on the bottom of her ass and opened her slit a little. I sucked a finger on my right hand and started inserting it into his anus. My fucking son didn't say anything, nor did he complain. Obedient and quiet he allowed himself to be done.

I thought I'd ask him something to confirm, for some reason, if he really didn't remember I put it in him.

—Have they never shoved it up your ass? Has no man really ever put his cock inside your ass?

—No never.

—And in the mouth? Have you ever sucked a man's cock? —I inquired.

—Nor —he responded very quickly and blushing.

—Now you're going to lie in bed, you're going to stay quiet and you're going to let me do whatever I want to you. You're going to be mine Dom, mine alone. If more men knew that a guy as rich as you did these things, they would want to do it to you too. But you're only going to be my own, you beautiful little whore, and if you don't obey me it's going to go very badly.

I kept putting my finger in it until I got half of it in and out without difficulty. Dominick was with his mouth closed and was just looking at the size of my penis with some fear. I laid him face up on the bed, lifted his legs and started licking his anus. After a little while of licking his anus and inserting my tongue as deep as I could, I saw that his medium, white, beardless penis had become hard.

—You like it right? —He looked at me with terror and I returned his defiant look—. Say you like it!—I yelled at him. He nodded, almost starting to cry.

I put my finger back in it, well lubricated with saliva. I continued putting it in him, while I licked his belly, hair and chest until the entire finger went in and out without difficulty. My little whore moaned slowly and trying not to let me notice. But he moaned like a little whore. I noticed the softness of her skin and how warm and tight her anus was inside.

—You are very delicious Dom and you also have a very delicious ass inside —I told him—. You're going to be my best little whore. I'm going to really like putting it up your ass and mouth. Again.

He could be heard panting and crying almost begging me to stop.

I took out my finger and began to lubricate myself well with another one, to put two fingers in total. I licked her anus again and began to run both fingers over her well-salivated anus. When I started putting them in I kissed him to make it harder for him to complain. He was nervous, crying, scared and also sweated almost as much as I did. He looked me in the eyes with his sad or pleading face, but he didn't say anything else to me. For him it was something he had to do to keep me happy and not lose his only friend and also his father who showed interest in him, took him to fun places, invited him to a snack and gave him gifts. He would soon begin to convince him that his mother just abandoned him and that it meant nothing in his life. And I knew that being angry would only cause me to hit him and treat him worse.

Luckily for me, I was the only person who did those things for him or so he was managing to make people believe. And he knew that he had to allow himself to be used as a sex toy to continue being my friend and to be valued as a son, because he is already useless in himself.

When both fingers were already more than halfway in, I took them out, stopped kissing him and turned him around, leaving him lying face down. I put the pillow under her waist to lift her butt and spread her legs. There I had my useless little white, soft, beautiful and obedient son. I was so excited that my body was shaking, I was panting and sticking out my tongue. He was panting at me and whispering something, is he asking me to put it in him?

Dom didn't dare look at me, he kept his head resting on his side on the bed with his gaze forward. With that little angel face lying completely naked face down with his legs open and that little ass raised by the pillow underneath.

I put lubricant with my finger on his butt and inside his anus, I lowered my foreskin, Dom was terrified even though he didn't say anything. He had known well for a while that he was going to put it in and if he resisted, things would be worse for him. I lubricated my tail. I put the tip of the glans on his anus and settled on top of him with his back against my chest, my mouth at the level of his shoulder, neck and cheek. It felt very soft under me, very pretty, so chinese and white. He remained silent and without saying anything at all, he was just with his head turned leaning on the bed, looking straight ahead.

I started to put my glans in it little by little, it felt hot, soft and moist. Dom closed his eyes and let himself be done. When I had put the entire glans in him I saw that he was squeezing his eyes and mouth and I said: —Now I'm going to put it in and take it out slowly so as not to hurt you, are you going to be a good boy, Dom?

—Yes. —he answered me between sobs.

What a feeling to be penetrating it! You could tell that it hurt a little because of the tone of his little moans. So I continued putting the glans in and out for a few minutes. Feeling her little ass and her soft, white skin bathed in my sweat. While he moaned without being able to help it, but he didn't enjoy it, he only did it to please me.

—Dom, I really wanted to do this to you again. You are beautiful and obedient. You have a very rich ass, you are a treasure. If other men knew you did these things, they would look for you to take you home, undress you, and shove it up your mouth and ass.

He just squeezed his eyes, while I penetrated him and licked the back of his neck and shoulders. With my right hand I began to run my fingers over her little mouth.

—I love your little mouth too, then you're going to suck me, but first I wanted to fuck you in the ass. It's my favorite part of your body, your little ass son.

He whispered to stop me while I cried, I got angry and hit him on the head and put my hand tightly in his mouth so he wouldn't complain so much. I put it in a little more each time until I put it in and took out more than half of it without difficulty. I got up a little to see how my huge cock got into her little white ass. I saw how my entire back was full of my sweat and hair, as well as part of his back and the back of his neck, my drool. I removed my hand from his mouth and he was panting quickly.

—I'm very lucky Dom. I really like doing it with my son and with an ass like yours. Some children only let themselves be touched a little, others also let themselves be undressed and even jerked off to me. But there are very few, like you, who let themselves do everything and more the first time. —I lied the last part—. And even so, they usually do not allow themselves to be penetrated the first time and sometimes you even have to hit them until you draw blood. With you it's different... You are a very good and obedient child. You are very slutty. But you can't tell anyone this, do you hear me? Because I can hit you a lot and punish you really badly...

—No! —He said quickly and hurriedly as if he was in more trouble than me, even.

That turned me on a lot, I stuck my hairy, sweaty chest back to his soft, white back, full of my drool, hair and sweat. I began to penetrate him faster and became obsessed with how delicious it was going to be to cum inside him and leave all the cum on his ass.

He increased his moans, squeezed his mouth and eyes and tried not to make too much noise with his moans. I got hornier, I noticed my cock entering and leaving her soft, warm and tight ass, I started licking her back, shoulders, neck, cheek, ears... I put two fingers in his mouth and started rubbing them inside. I told him that it was mine now and that if I wanted I could call three friends of mine, a black man and two Pakistanis. That I was going to put them all naked with him in this room and that I was going to let them do everything they wanted to him and they were going to put their cocks everywhere while I recorded everything on video. I became like a bull when I felt my little whore completely subdued by me. I couldn't take it anymore and I came inside him. When he noticed my spurts of milk, Dom opened his eyes in surprise. When I finished cumming, I started kissing his mouth without taking out my cock yet and telling him that we were now dating and that he had to obey me.

What a pleasure to cum on an innocent and beautiful little boy who has done nothing to stop it, even though he didn't really want to! It's more morbid with a child like that. On top of that, he was mine, my useless son now served to be a little whore who eats cocks.

When I took it out, I saw his open anus full of milk. I hugged him with a spoon and kissed him while I continued talking to him.

—We can't tell anyone this Dom or dad is going to get angry and feel very upset with you and you know what happens when dad gets angry, right?

—Don't worry daddy, I won't tell anyone. I want you to feel good and I want to be a good son.

—If you tell anyone, I'll tell them what a whore you've been and how you've let me undress you, kiss you, suck you, jerk off and fuck you. Everyone will know that you are a little whore and the school kids and the people on the street will call you a fucking faggot.

Dom looked at me in fear as he shook his head no. We showered, got dressed and went to sit on the couch. I let him play video games while I groped him everywhere under his clothes and gave my little whore kisses. I continued using it until he got older, turned 14 and met another 7... and that's how my chain goes.

Dom, he supported me for the reason that he worked with me secretly. We had the perfect plan.

Dom began to stop being useful to me, I had forgotten again, and the new boy excited me enough to waste my time with the useless Dominick, for the reason that I hit him every day to try to make him hate me.

—You're disgusting, you fucking faggot! People like you are never going to be anyone! —He yelled at him while kicking his ribs.

—For dad! Don't continue! I'm sorry! —he shouted between whimpers.

—Don't keep talking, I hate listening to you!

I continued hitting him for several days and even used him as a punching bag. I would come and take out my anger on him, at least his uselessness was of some use to me. I didn't know why I hadn't done something to finish him off, he's a despicable little guy who's old enough to have been someone, and he's no good for a cock-eating whore.

When the boy arrived from the organization, he was terrified by my presence. He was shaking in the dark and gloomy house, everything was closed so they wouldn't come snooping, Dom hadn't seen the light for more than two weeks. He deserved it, he's a disgusting sick man who should be dead.

—Get something to eat, now! —I yelled at him from the couch. The brightness of the television impacted most of the room due to the darkness. I heard footsteps of him towards the kitchen.

I stood in his direction, I saw him organizing the dishes, there were also in the dishwasher, I walked faster and from the food waste that was in the sink, I began to squeeze it all over his face:—what is this? is? Hey? —showed him dragging him—. Haven't you washed the dishes? You are so useless!

—Sorry daddy, sorry! It won't happen again! —He excused himself while avoiding my grip that was pressing him hard to the waste that was squeezing him.

—You shouldn't let the earthenware gather! Damn rat! —I yelled at him, closing my hand, hitting him hard between the mouth and nose. I grabbed him by the neck and threw him hard against the floor.

—Sorry daddy... —he said in a whisper while shaking his head trying not to get lost in unconsciousness from the blow he had given him. I kicked his body and screamed in pain—. Daddy hurts me —he hummed in a scream.

—Do you think I care! I hope you die! You are useless! You're a fucking faggot. Weak shit, you're sad.

He was still crying and I grabbed his hair so he could raise his head: —what are you doing that you don't stop from there to prepare dinner? —I pushed him back and forcefully pressed his face against the floor.

He let out a scream and reached for my hands to get rid of my grip and I dropped his face against the floor again causing blood to start coming out of his mouth and nose.

—Forgive me dad, I'm sorry... I know I shouldn't have been born —he shouted between sobs—. So your life would have been better... forgive me for ruining you. —He looked at me with tears surrounding his cheeks and with his hands covering the blood that came out of his nostrils and lips.

I laughed mockingly. I raised his face once more and hit him hard to the point that he lost consciousness. I left it lying on the kitchen floor and proceeded to prepare dinner myself. Grumbling, I had dinner and thought about what to do to avoid continuing with a nuisance like him here.

Dom slept there, lying in the kitchen, on the cold winter night. His last night with me. Morning came and Dom was cornered at the door trembling, when he noticed my presence, he stepped aside scared. They had knocked on the door and he was on his way out to the organization. The boy interfered with completely opening the door and I went to him and grabbed him by the hair. He threw several "ah, it hurts daddy", and boy did it remind me of the old days when he was my little whore. I let go of his hair and grabbed the sweater and pushed him out in front of Elena and Moisés my partner.

—I'm already fed up! I can't find this useless wanderer anymore! —I shouted angrily—. I don't want this as a son. I don't want anything, it's useless, that shitty child should never have been born —I finished and Elena went to see the child. So that?

The boy was sobbing on the floor while maintaining a defensive position, perhaps waiting for another blow from me. I was tempted but I didn't do anything.

—I'm really bored with him. I don't want it, I really don't.

—What are you saying, man? —Moses who was observing the scene intervened—. If you don't want it, my wife and I will gladly accept it —he told me as he approached.

—Take it. It's yours! I don't care... good luck with that! See if you don't die in a year or two —I shouted, looking towards the boy with contempt and disgust.

The boy stood up with help and clinging to Elena's legs, he turned his face towards me with tears in his eyes while he ran his somewhat dirty fingers over his eyes to dry them, sobbing and screaming. It was unbearable.

—I love you daddy. I promise I will change to be someone for you, someone useful. Forgive me for not being a good son. —said. I maintained my position, his words did not affect me in any way. I looked at him with anger and contempt and went to talk to Moses alone, Elena left with Dom. And it was curious to see him again. I figured he had forgotten that whole day he came, he had already made Hanler the best little whore he had ever been with.

And it's not over yet. I plan to take revenge on everyone who ruined my life: Andrés, he was the first. I tortured him and I continue to do it. He's trapped there...

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—You are a despicable being —I reproached him by spitting at him. He laughed mockingly and with his open hand hit me hard in the face, feeling an incredible weight of strength and violence. I don't know what happened, because I got lost in unconsciousness.

Harry

I strained my grip on the boys full of anger, I remembered my best friend. I remembered what they did to Mia, I saw her once again in my mind, while they raped her. I heard their screams and my fury suddenly exploded: I got rid of my grip and almost with a miraculous movement, I swung backwards, staying behind both boys.

They both looked towards me and I held both heads and made them collide with each other to buy some time. Camilo was about to escape and I threw the chair in his direction and he fell from the blow.

—I'm going to kill you damn! —He stood up and was also heading to the exit, the boys behind me began to stand up and I felt cornered for a moment.

—We'll see who kills who —he said complaining of the pain. He indicated behind me so that they would catch me and I ran towards him, kicking him accompanied by a ninja scream in the face, which made him crash into the door, completely turning his body, which almost fell without success, because to his surprise Dominick stopped him. at the door.

—That? How did you escape?—he was scared when he saw him in front of him. Dominick hit him in the face causing him to fall backwards next to my feet.

The boys grabbed me and I struggled to free myself, pushing towards the ground, causing them both to fall weakened next to me with a cry of pain. Having them at my mercy, I gathered all my strength to lift his body and throw it to the other side above the glass that allowed me to see the other room, where they were previously torturing Mia and remembering it gave me more strength because of the anger he made me feel.

I threw the boy's body to the other side, destroying the glass cloth into a thousand pieces, he fell as if dead or so I could see from here.

—I'm so glad to see you well, Dom —I smiled at him. He was surprised and nervous, he responded:

—I'm not Dominick, I'm his brother and I've come for him.

His brother?

—Well, it doesn't matter. Let's get out of here and find Mia and your brother.

—What will you do with it? —pointed it out.

—Go ahead if you want. I'm going to tie this one up.

Camilo began to scream desperately, I went to silence him by hitting him hard in the face and covering his mouth with my hand, forcing him down so he wouldn't breathe, I said, looking at him defiantly:

—Who's in charge now, damn it?

A backpack full of strange tools fell in front of me, one of those was in the shape of that device they used with Mia, I looked to see who had done it but I had already noticed that it was Dom's brother. I knew what was coming, that nothing was going to turn out well or at least right now for them. I took the device in my hands and pressed a button positioned almost at the end of the straight cane, it had a line that measured, according to what I believe, the intensity of the discharge and I just stuck it to his face.

—YYYYAHG! —he shouted, bursting with rage. I went to get the chair next to the door upside down and placed it where I was moments before. I grabbed Camilo and forcibly sat him on the chair. Among the tools were torture weapons of different shapes, sizes and so on.

In a kind of counter that surrounded the back where I was sitting, I placed the pieces and put on a doctor's suit that was on a string next to the counter. The other boy who seemed unconscious was still on the floor. I didn't pay any more attention to him and I began to undress Camilo. When I finished, I handcuffed him and he started screaming desperately:

—Let me go from here! Damn! —He stirred trying to let go, without success, which led him to continue screaming.

—There's no point in screaming, Camilo —I told him, grabbing a cordless drill which I turned on and he made a movement noise.

—When I let go I'm going to torture you to death, damn it! —He shouted, throwing a spit at me.

—We'll see who delivers the last damn blow!—I counterattacked by bringing the drill closer to his crotch. I looked at him for a few seconds and he looked at me with hatred, without saying anything else, without turning off the device I drilled his penis creating a hole in it, bringing with it screams of horror from Camilo.

Their screams reminded me of me, that day at school:

The girls were behind the grove that decorated the school yard, surely afraid of dying and leaving wherever they were to avoid being gagged by a group of homophobes that surrounded them. They were with no way out and I couldn't do anything else but watch, any action in their favor would prove fatal for both me and them. He was between a rock and a hard place.

I saw them move among some of the trees, I didn't want to imply that I had seen them, but the exit was far from them, I had to do something, I had to help them in some way.

—Krys! Aurora! Protect yourselves as much as you can, please! —I yelled at them terrified. Some looked at me and some just ignored me.

—Maybe today is your day.

There was already a group on the side of the large grove and I realized that they had already put themselves on alert, because a scream from them came out, giving their location that way. Many screaming and smiling ran towards them, there I saw them running through their lives, holding hands, limping and shouting for help and fear.

—KRYS! RUN! I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE YOU! —I screamed with my nerves. My heart was beating fast and I felt like it was me they were chasing.

They both stopped at the end of the large passage that connected the exit with the other places in the school; Krys was on the sidewalk and Aurora was holding his face, planted a kiss on his lips and it seemed like he was going in another direction. Just then, without Krys letting go of Aurora's hand, one of the boys hit her body hard with the front of the car, dragging her body backwards.

—NO! NO! —Krys shouted with a torn voice. He ran towards her and when he was helping to lift her, the car hit the body of the girl again, who had managed to stagger to her feet. I was frozen by the situation, everyone screamed with joy and emotion at the scene they were observing. Stones began to fall on Krys and I was stunned, they were killing her and I was uselessly unable to do anything.

Analia was trapped between the car and the wall, bleeding from her mouth and with her eyes wide open. She had died, and Krys was on the same path as her. They beat her together, screaming as if they were making fun of her.

—Damn sick!

—Look for the cure!

—Kill her!

That's what I heard from them.

I fell to my knees, in complete shock, some colliding with me as they headed to attack her. I came to when I felt the drill go through the chair, I came back to me when Camilo screamed once again, ringing in my ears.

—SUFFER IT! —I declared defiantly. I took the machine out of his crotch which was bleeding non-stop, a sea of blood staining the floor and a desire to torture him to death took over my being.

Adam.

I ran between the rooms looking for where Dominick was, I was unlucky, I heard cries of torment everywhere, it seemed like I was in hell itself. I was wearing local doctor's clothes, there weren't that many guards and I don't even know if there were any. I carried a walkie-talkie with me in my white coat where I heard communication between them. My heart wanted to leave my chest, I was consumed with nerves.

—Hey. —A voice stopped me, I turned to look at him. He was a man with gray-black hair, he was wearing the same clothes as me and a face mask. He brought with him a carry-on backpack and a note board. I tried not to get upset and walked slowly towards him—. Approved doctors would be here today. Are you one of them? —I wonder.

—Yes. —I responded immediately with a trembling voice.

—I need you to go find the girls from room 1345, and take them to dungeon 5 in the underground. —He ordered me simply.

I remembered well everything my mother had told me, this place belonged to or was part of a large Russian organization that existed with the aim of harming people for their own benefits; Even if they were boys or girls, they had no respect for anything, for anyone. There was no heart here. I looked at his robe and in a small box it said "Carmelo Moisés", written backwards by acronym in English.

—Okay, Moses. I get on with it. —I finished it. I turned around and headed down the hallways and a few steps away it happened again:

—Hey. —He returned his voice to tell me. I turned my head calmly and he looked at me seriously for a few seconds—. Where I directed you is this way —He told me, pointing to his back. I felt a chill for being an idiot and at least asking. I stuttered and didn't know what to say, a lot of nerves invaded my head and I thought for a moment that he would investigate me.

"Moses, I need you on 723, now" —said a voice from his walkie-talkie. He, without stopping to look at me suspiciously, responded to the call someone had made.

—Here I go Ricardo. —answered him. He said my father's name, I stayed calm but my breathing became labored, they were here, they were ending everything. He left without saying anything, perhaps Ricardo's call was more important than my confusion.

When I realized that his presence was no longer noticeable, I ran down the hallways looking at the numbers in each room. I would take the girls so they would be less suspicious of me, the image of my mother flashed through my eyes reminding her to run to the back of the hospital, will she be okay?

I shook my head and thought positively: my mom is fine. I know it is. I continued running through the hallways: 1324, 1325, 1326... The reflection of the light impacted my face in parallel, brought me closer to the target and where my brother would possibly be.

I stopped: 1345.

I was breathing heavily from the run I took, at the door there was a man who looked like a guard who looked at me strangely, but he still opened the door to the interior of the room and what I took with me to my surprise was terrifying: Elena was with big ditches in his skin, bump marks, on her face was a kind of horse brake that covered her cracked mouth almost in half, reaching her ears. She was alive and trembling. She was completely naked and had a hole in her leg that I noticed with visual analysis, where the blood It covered his body and the ground on which he was in a doggy position.

How long did it take to end like this? Will my mom be okay? Were you lucky you weren't caught?

I wanted to react, but I couldn't. If he did something suspicious he could jeopardize an entire plan to save perhaps more people. She looked at me with her eyes wide open, terrified, she needed my help. He wanted to rescue her, but he couldn't ruin the plan once and for all.

I walked to where the girls were and between whining and sobbing, they began to let themselves be guided on my way to dungeon 5. I remembered once again that the man who called himself my father was here, he owned all this, something so atrocious, something so macabre.

—Sir... Are you going to take me home to mommy? Since I left school I haven't seen her and I'm very afraid —The little girl told me with a scared, tearful voice. Their innocence did not assimilate what was happening at the moment, I felt very sorry for them.

I didn't say anything about it. I began to go down with the girls to the subway, which guided me through the signs of the place. The dungeons were further apart from each other, it was a dark and gloomy place, protected by yellowish lights that could barely be seen in the surroundings. The little ones didn't say anything, perhaps believing they would come out, for a moment I felt like one of them, which made a chill run through my body.

Distant screams of torture and beatings could be heard, the air gave off the smell of feces mixed with urine, it was very unpleasant. I stood in front of the first dungeon and there was a girl I recognized immediately: Mia.

They were beating her as if she were a wild animal, with long black whips, tied her hands with barbed wire, her wrists were bleeding, my eyes widened and I swallowed dryly. She screamed in horror and begged him to stop, sometimes pulling on her wrists, making her scream from the pain caused by the spikes.

—Please stop! It hurts!

Seeing that left me completely confused. Wearing the mask helped me not to be discovered, so I continued walking to get to the dungeon, a sour, disgusting and suffocating smell came out, I passed several dungeons where only torture could be heard and I understood at one point where I was. I arrived at dungeon 5.

From inside came screams of girls, I assumed that was what I was coming for, to hand them over to finish them off. In the previous dungeons, I did not see Dominick, and I know clearly what else there is apart from the fifth, but with what excuse would I go to the others? How would I do it without having to take off my mask and reveal that I am his brother? I am his twin. It would be more than obvious...

I provided knocks on the iron door that secured the room if you could call it that, almost immediately the door opened, it was a boy, you could tell he was no older than eighteen, I looked at him in amazement and he pounced on me:

—You brought the girls —he told me, looking towards them, who were after me. He opened the door completely—. Take off your protective mask, a mask is fine. —he told me simply. Maybe he hadn't realized anything yet. He laughed when I came in completely: —Dominick, we brought you more girls, are you done with that one yet?

I watched the scene with astonishment: Dominick was screaming in pain at a girl who was no older than 9 years old. The girl screamed in pain and asked him to stop, he shouted "I'm sorry" over and over again, there was blood covering the floor, the dungeon was lit a little brighter than the rest.

—KILL ME! BETTER KILL ME! I DON'T WANT TO! I CAN'T HURT THEM ANYMORE! —He said in a cry for help, I almost felt his pain, I almost felt all his fear, his frustration, he was crying and snot was running down his nose. He sobbed and his mouth trembled. She was leaning on the floor with her wrists, he on her small body and she was yelling at him to stop. He was moving his hip, he was penetrating her, he was forcibly raping her.

I opened my eyes wide and anger began to consume me at that moment. The other girls screamed behind me:

—Did your disgusting mother already tell you why you're here? —I heard what the boy at the door said. The little girl screamed in pain and I turned around. He held her by the hair, he was mistreating her, she was just a little girl, she didn't know what was happening.

—what's your name? —I asked him as I approached him. He wanted to attack him without him suspecting.

—Diego. Why the question? —inquired.

—Diego... —I whispered as I took off my mask and he was amazed at one moment and I noticed how his eyes began to open wide when he realized my relationship with Dom, but it was too late for him, before he could do anything I grabbed him by the neck tightly, ramming it against the iron door, thus releasing the little girl's grip.

—What...? what... who are you?—he stammered nervously as he squeezed my hand on his neck.

—Your worst nightmare son of a bitch —I counterattacked him immediately. I tightened my grip on his neck even more and his skin began to turn red as he maintained a suffocating face that was causing him. I tilted his head forward and slammed him against the door again and again until I realized he had lost consciousness. The door made knocking noises, I don't know if anyone would come and I didn't care. Right now I wanted to save my brother. I helped the little girl to her feet and tried to prevent her from having any serious blows:

—Are you OK?

He nodded.

—I'm not going to hurt them, I'm going to get them out of here. —I told them and they lay down in a corner of the dungeon as I indicated —. If you see him get up, shout. OK?

They all nodded nervously.

Dominick was still screaming about the little girl's body, I was sad to see him in that state. I went to him and made him react:

—Dom, Dom, little brother, stop, stop, please.

He let out a cry for help looking me in the face. He was in shock, he seemed unconscious just reacting to something he had no idea he was doing. He was breathing heavily through his mouth, he was very sweaty, nervous and scared.

—Everything is fine, everything is fine —I whispered to calm him down. I touched his shoulders to get him off of her, he was naked and I was completely terrified. He slipped against the hard asphalt, I rested him on me so he could recover.

I broke down, the girl under him was crying non-stop, I threw her by the shoulders, the little girl crawled in my direction and her little hands held the end of the robe she was wearing. He was trembling, his face was black as if it were muddy, blood was coming down from somewhere on his head and surrounding his eyebrows. I got the girl, I put her aside and Dom looked at me still amazed, he was coming out of a possible trance.

I looked back at where Diego was and at that moment I wanted to finish him off. How was there so much evil in a single boy so young? How much have they done to him?

I hugged Dominick tightly, started crying and remembered our childhood: My brother was always the weakest, he was sick, he cried about everything, he needed love, he needed to be taken care of even more than me. My little brother never had a way out of those problems and has only suffered his entire life since birth. He didn't choose to be like that, he didn't choose this life, he didn't have to pay for the problems of someone who didn't even deserve to be a father.

Dom trembled, laughed, looking into nothingness like a deranged madman. His mouth drooled, he raised an unconscious smile, as if where he was looking was something that would bring him peace. As if he had gone crazy and completely lost his mind.

—Little brother... I'm so sorry... —I whispered to him with a broken voice.

I took off my robe and covered Dominick's naked body. There was a table in a corner of the dungeon that had several tools (torture insurance), which was useful for use with Diego himself.

I approached Dom with the girls, he couldn't stop shaking.

—Come closer to him, he needs warmth, please —Everyone immediately hugged him and Dom quietly repeated "I'm sorry, I'm sorry".

I dragged Diego's unconscious body by one foot, with several tools I made some adjustments and released several wires that gave the current from the dungeon the lines I began to connect in his body, it would make the electrical flow work like a light bulb. By giving him the turn to turn on, he would electrocute his entire body.

I hammered some large steel nails into his arms, I tied them around the exposed part of the wire, I tied his limbs so that he couldn't move when he wanted to escape.

Between moans, he began to wake up.

—Dominick...

—Wake up now, son of a bitch. —I said under my breath, grabbing him by his hair and sitting him down. He let out screams of pain caused by the sensation generated by having the nails buried.

—AH! What is this?! —he shouted angry and scared at the same time—. What are you doing?! Let go!

—Didn't you like to torture? Karma is very bastard son of a bitch, so much so that it reached you and you didn't realize it.

—No! Let go! Agh! —shout.

—See you in hell, Diego!—I sentenced him by touching the ignition switch, causing several crashes and electric shocks throughout his body—. Girls, don't look here.

—AHHHHHHGGGGG!!!!

I turned off the switch and a smell of urine and feces began to invade my nose.

—You're going to end up like you always were, shit you are and shit you're going to come back. —I finished by turning the switch back to full blast.

He trembled as the current hit his body, everything began to take on a color of burnt or cooked meat. He stared at me as his skin fell off, his eyes turned whiter, and the high-grade burns already showed his bones on his face and jaw.

The whole place was filled with his blood. What was once a handsome high school teenager had been left in a completely cooked body.

The girls looked away, holding Dom's hug.

—Come on, we have a long way to go now. —I told them, helping Dom get up, fleeing the place.

Harry

That machine had driven him crazy with pain. But for me that alone was not enough, I wanted to finish him off with my own hands. Camilo, Ricardo's brother, father of my best friend, second in command of the organization that was terrorizing the world and we have had to live only a little of all that, at least only here in Spain.

It was what he had told me and that only made my hatred increase.

I was punching him against his face, which moved left and right over and over again depending on the reaction to my punches. Muffled blows came out of him, and I, completely blinded in anger, could only hit that man who had done so much damage without stopping. He was without a sweater, with a sweaty body, throwing punches non-stop.

—AHHG! AHHG! —He screamed between moans of pain.

Every blow towards him reminded me of Krys. She didn't deserve to die, she didn't ask to be like that, she simply fell in love with a girl and that was her eternal curse, that was the reason why she is not here today, for falling in love.

The fact that the place was more unoccupied today gave me the freedom to move it wherever I wanted, in room 515 there was a machine called "Potro" which I wanted to use, after carrying it almost unconscious, stained with blows and blood I threw it against the floor of the room, he made nothing but gestures of pain without much movement, with his buttocks pointing up, hunched over on the floor.

—Enough... please...

—Pity? Mercy? Does that exist in your vocabulary? —I asked sarcastically, snorting contemptuously. I squatted in front of him, grabbing him by the hair, spitting on him—. What I'm going to do to you now is to end you, just as you ended the life of someone whose only sin for you, his own father, was falling in love.

I carried the weight of his body on the rack, held the extremities of his body, say hands and feet, tying them tightly to turn the crank. He was very agitated, with his face swollen from the blows, weak, when his body was positioned I began to move the crank forcefully. I held her by a device that rotated based on the force applied to it. The device turned and turned, causing Camilo's limbs to slowly separate.

—PARAAA! SO THAT IT HURTS! AAAAAGGGHH! —he screamed in his agony—. FOR THE DAMN MACHINE! —I shout.

I stared at how the machine was pulling its arms and legs against opposing forces, these ties would separate both limbs from the roots. The tendons in his thigh began to show, releasing blood non-stop, his skin began to tear until he completely separated his foot from himself.

His arms, which were gripped by his wrists connected to the trunk, pulled them until he completely separated from him. The screams continued incessantly, the machine dragged its feet as far as it could as well as its arms. His body was dismembered on the colt that had just done its job. Blood flowed from his cavities, I approached his body still dying in death, with my gaze fixed on me, he had just died.

At my young age, I was already killing.

That ate my head just before I crushed his to stop thinking about it.

I took the tools with me, I put on clothes from one of them, and I asked one of the torture men to take me to the cell where Mia was, I tricked him with my English telling him that it was my first day, I hope not Tell someone else because they might ask questions. It was her. He had to rescue her, she was suffering everything, until almost her death for wanting to save her friend. And that only excited me.

After almost half an hour walking, we arrived at the place called the dungeon. In the first, inside was Mia, being whipped with a whip that had her skin pierced everywhere, as if she were a criminal, as if she were any other.

She asked for mercy, she screamed that she couldn't stand the pain anymore, but that seemed to excite the son of a bitch who was torturing her. He laughed mockingly at her, his wrists filled with blood from the pressure of keeping barbed wire surrounding her. I swear to you that at that moment, I wanted to die, I completely broke down.

The man who had brought me, or well, had accompanied me, gave the signal to open the door, which opened and her screams echoed louder, a smell of urine and feces came out of the dungeon, sure of his own. Mia after being here for so many days. The one who tortured her stopped and approached. He turned and left. It reassured me that he just left without further ado.

—You brought the bag full of tools for torture, right? —He addressed me in the form of an interrogation.

I nodded.

—Well. Since the boss ordered few to come today, I suppose you are one of those who walks around, I don't remember your face. —He told me in a curious and analytical tone. I was afraid he would ask something where I had to talk, so I managed.

—So-sorry I'm from cleaning —I made gestures like I was sweeping with an invisible broom so he understood me. He looked at me strangely—. I must be here because I must bring the tools. —I pointed to the tool bag.

He let me in.

I put my in the bag and took out a hammer-shaped club from inside, which I threw over his face in a quick turn. He received the entire unexpected blow to the face, falling to the floor at once, screaming in pain.

—AAAAH!

In one quick motion, I grabbed the club and hit his legs until I heard crackling sounds.

—DAMN IT! Who are you? —He shouted at me between sobs of pain. I released one last blow with great force on his head, causing him to fall unconscious. I don't know if I killed him.

I immediately went to Mia who was exhausted and hadn't even realized what had just happened. I began to untie her and she let out light moans in reaction to the pain caused by the spikes that were stuck in her skin. I didn't know if it hurt me or her more.

As I let go of her impatiently to prevent her from suffering another minute, my hands trembled and I was on the verge of despair. Her fragile and beautiful hands were covered in blood, I held her naked body in deep sadness to see her in this state.

—You are now safe, you will not suffer anymore —I separated his hair from his face and with my knuckles I touched his cheeks gently, very delicately so as not to hurt him. He had dried blood on his forehead, with my eyes I analyzed his body and it was stained with blood, bumps, bruises. I kept thinking about how such a beautiful body could hurt him so much.

For a moment I felt powerless to be a man, and one who could abuse a woman, God's perfect creation worshiped by men. The girl who won my heart so soon, giving everything for a friend.

—I promise I'm going to get you out of here —I told her in a whisper with my forehead along with hers, I felt her weak breathing, her cold skin, her frozen hands. Our noses collided, I wanted to hug her, never let her go, I wanted her to feel protected, I wanted to give my life for her if necessary, I wanted to be the one to take care of her all her life.

I carried her in my arms, almost in panic I would leave that dungeon, to my surprise the others came here: Dom, his brother and several girls. They had a girl loaded with arms who looked like she was very bad.

—Here! —I shook their hands. They were alerted by my presence.

—Thank God! —said the twin in a slight agitation—What happened to the one who was torturing him?

—Is unconscious. There is one of them that brought me and left immediately, you have to be alert. In that bag there are tools that we can use. We must find an escape route. —I thought desperately.

—Elena is in one of the rooms, I don't know if she is dead. —he commented frustrated.

—I want to put an end to this one —I nodded to the person behind me—, I want him to learn that anyone who tortures a girl like this deserves nothing more than death itself.

—We don't have much time, we have to get out of here.

—It will be fast.

We enter the dungeon, all together. I wrapped Mia in the doctor's coat I was wearing. I left her next to Dom, who started hugging her and crying for some reason. Maybe she had just realized that her best friend had come for him.

I asked the twin to grab the guy by the neck with the long grip handle of the mallet. I hit him several times in the face to perhaps wake him up. I wasn't succeeding.

Out of nowhere, the pipes surrounding the dungeons began to give off a strange vapor, alerting all of us present. I quickly felt myself weaken, I coughed hard and fell to my knees. The voices were like echoes.

Just then, everything turned dark and before falling exhausted, Ricardo entered the dungeon.

Dominick

My state of shock was over.

I opened my eyes in a sigh. Everything is spinning, my eyesight blurred, I coughed out of control for a few seconds. I analyzed my current situation: on my knees, with my hands tied to both sides of my face, I was completely naked, there was little light, but enough so that I could take a good look at the woman in front of me.

—Mom? —I whispered breathlessly. She was also naked, crying and beaten. He looked at me with great sadness and his lips trembled.

—My little one... —he said with a hoarse and destroyed voice.

Voices tormented my head:

«—I'm sorry... Sorry mom...—I whispered without avoiding crying.

—My child is fine. Okay, don't cry anymore... I will always be here for you, okay?»

That memory shattered me. I hate myself so much right now for just remembering that my mom had promised me something and left me here, alone.

—What are you doing? Why are you here? —I started asking without understanding the situation —. Where were you all this time?

—My child me...

—Why did you leave me alone mom? Why did you leave me with him? You knew he was hurting me... —I complained with tears coming out of my eyes, added to anger consumed by sadness—. Mom... you left me alone for two years... knowing I was sick, knowing I was disappearing...

—Forgive me... Dom, me...

—Why didn't you abort me? Why did you let me be born to live like a damn sick person all my life? What do I do now mom? Do you think I want to live with this shitty life I lead?

She screamed. She started crying like a hungry baby, she had fallen, I had crossed boundaries but it was my right to complain.

—You promised me you wouldn't leave me alone. That you would always be here, mom.

—ENOUGH! ENOUGH! Please... —he shouted in plea mode.

The door opened, he entered.

—how are you doing with your "reunion"? —He asked the sarcastic question in quotes with his fingers. I tensed, his presence consumed me in fear, something in my body did not allow me to be well with him in front of me.

—It's your fault! This is all your fault! I hate you, damn it! —Mom yelled at him, addressing him.

He laughed.

—Have you already told your son how I fucked him when I was little? Or how did he sell his half-brother Hanler to everyone? —He turned his gaze towards me —. You and your little friends did a lot of damage in here, I don't know how a despicable being like you can have friends. But anyway, the whole family is together again. I love!

—Why do you hate me dad? What did I do to you? —I caught his attention and he started to approach.

—I don't hate you. —He let out a mocking giggle—. I wouldn't waste my time hating the disgusting person you are, whom I have to call son. You're one of those things I regret not doing. I don't know why I had feelings for your mother and her pregnancy. I should have killed her along with you, so I would have saved myself the headache you cause me.

I was cold.

—Don't listen to him, son! Shut up! —He turned to mom, I don't know if he was saying anything, I sank into my thoughts, and began to remember everything that had happened, voices screamed in my head every memory with dad.

I heard screams, were they mine or did they belong to someone else? I didn't know for sure.

Why did my dad hate me so much?

Why had he hurt me so much when I was the one who needed help?

Why don't I mean anything to him?

Why does it hurt so much?

Why do I still consider him a father?

Why do I still love him?

Maybe I'm just paying for something that affects him... something that reminds him of a bad past... and I regret existing because of it, because as a son I couldn't make my father happy, as a son I am nothing more than a hindrance to him.

He was right.

I'm to blame.

—Son, listen to me, react —My mother called me, the one in front of me, touching my face with cold hands. I don't know when they released her or why. Ricardo was behind her, with something I couldn't identify in his hands.

I blinked. I looked at her stunned.

—Forgive me for abandoning you these years, son. —he told me between sobs—. The truth is I didn't know how to deal with the situation... but I realized that it was better to arrive at the last moment than to never have appeared. Even though I failed, I ask that you survive this, and that one day you will forgive me. I was a bad mother, but I want you to know that I came here to look for you, to put my life at stake because I love you.

Tears came out of me unconsciously.

—Mom, I... —I started talking. I just looked up at his face: frustration. Anger. What he had in his hands hit my mother's head hard, to the point where her eyes left their place. Blood came out of his mouth, he spit it out and it fell on me.

He stuttered as choked saliva came out of his mouth. I was frozen.

He struck again until his skull crackled several times.

—I'm going to end the happy little house today! —he shouted satisfied. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour.

I was shocked once again.

I couldn't tell her that despite everything she was my mother. That I forgave her, I couldn't even react to what she told me, I couldn't do anything but yell at her and complain to her for missing me.

I was paralyzed, unconscious voices reached my head.

Broken laughter came from inside him.

—You're so much like me that's why I hate you. —I heard my father's voice tell me.

You are weak, they take advantage of you, you were never useful at all and you had no friends. You are exactly like me, and that is why I hate you... Even though I say that I hated your birth, it was simply the mask that I used to act strong, to say that nothing matters to me and that I simply matter, and no one else but me. I hate you because you couldn't be a normal son, despite being my favorite, a sick son with problems with everything reminded me of me. I hate myself for the simple fact of being alive, for the simple fact that my own father yelled at me how useless I was.

I believed every one of his words. And here I am, I have become a monster. I feel good having the power of something, even if it means it is something that is not right in everyone's eyes. I decided to take this course because I know that if I took the other one I wouldn't achieve anything because I don't do anything well, my dream was always to have a complete family, although that didn't happen to me, the blows I received brought me here.

I regret having been born just like you, the fact that you came sick would make you feel useless just like me for being a scum in life. My family ended when my father destroyed it, I'm just following his line, although it's not right, it's the only thing I know how to do, the only thing I'm good at: destroying.

I have tried to change, but I can't because my father's voice comes to me every night telling me that I won't be able to, that I am to blame for my mother's death, that nothing I do will be right because he didn't teach me. So.

I'm not going to apologize because I don't deserve it, I hate everything about myself, I feel disgusted. And knowing all that, I always cried at night listening to my father's voice tormenting me, it came and became a nightmare. I became your nightmare, I became my father, and I don't even know why I'm telling you... If you had just been a normal boy, none of this would be happening.

It's your fault for being born like this.

I hate you.

I hate myself.

I was on the verge of suffocation, my father was hanging me. He laughed like a madman and looked at me with hatred, like hatred caused by someone who did a lot of harm. I was entering the agony and despair of not being able to breathe, my vision was blurring and his figure became a black silhouette in front of my eyes.

—I hate you, Dominick. You shouldn't have been born. —I heard between my little screams of pain.

But you know? I understood. Dad was just doing what he saw as right for him. I was educating myself and I had to respect him and love him as such, even if I didn't do shit, dead maybe I would do the world a favor.

I had just understood it.

I let myself be completely defeated.

I fell to the ground after hearing a growl from him, I started coughing non-stop.

—Sun! Are you OK? —Someone asked me approaching. I had my hand around my neck from the pain of the pressure of his fingers.

—Hold it, we must take it out.

—He loves me... right dad? —I said through tears looking for his eyes. He was lying and held by Henry by the head with something pressing down his throat.

—What the hell are you saying? —my brother asked me who had approached me.

—I can't hate someone who suffered so much, and wanted the best for me.

—When did this man want the best for you, Dom? You're crazy?

I made an open smile.

—I love you daddy. —I let out a broken giggle—. Forgive me for not keeping the promise I made to you.

He let out mocking laughs at me and what I was saying, as if it were something absurd, as if he didn't understand what I was saying.

Everything my head had said, he did to make me feel with myself, because he wanted to believe that I was his favorite, he wanted to believe that I was important to him. It was hard to accept that it meant nothing to him. It was worse to accept that no matter what happened, it would be my father, to whom I did not keep a promise to be better for him.

Harry carried Ricardo against the wall, who was still laughing mockingly, while that happened Adam freed me from my bonds. I felt pain in my wrists, my neck was burning from the previous pressure, and I looked down:

Mom's body was still there.

—Mom... —I said in a whisper looking at him and Adam said something.

—What the fuck...?

I laughed as tears surrounded my face, staring at Adam, pointing at her. —He killed her.

I didn't know how to express myself right now. I didn't know whether to cry over my mother's dead body, which was with its head crushed, I didn't know where to move, I didn't know what to do. My brother approached sooner than me and turned around my mother's lifeless body. Ricardo laughed, that made Adam even angrier. In my state of shock, which kept me still again.

I didn't know what happened, until I saw him hit him with what had destroyed mom's head, between his legs, and the heartbreaking screams of dad who was now tied by his four limbs, with barbed wire that clung to a point in the wall.

I knew what was coming, I was going to die.

—YOU'RE A DAMN! IT WAS MY MOTHER! —He shouted at her as he hit her crotch harder, from which jets of blood shot out, accompanied by his screams.

—AAAAHHH!!

They took off all his clothes until he was completely naked. Harry came with an iron-tipped whip and began whipping him all over his body.

—THIS IS FOR ME! THIS IS FOR DOM! THIS IS FOR EVERY PERSON WHO SUFFERED AT YOUR EXPENSE! —sentenced him.

—YYYYYYYYAHHHHH!!!

The rope with barbed wire began to pull on his limbs, Adam controlled the degree to which he pulled and to which he did not. When it was completely open, that large piece of iron-pronged tube began to insert it through his anus.

—That's how you liked to put it in everyone, right? Feel it, damn it!

Every part of the great iron was piercing his anus, as it tore and everything could be heard.

—You not only killed Dom on the inside, you killed him on the outside. You ended the innocent lives of many, but that ends today. When we used the saw with your friend, he didn't scream as much... or maybe he did?

He injected something into her neck.

—AH! What...? What is that?! —he shouted in despair.

His facial expressions changed constantly for almost a minute, blood began to come out of his eyes, nose, mouth. His skin began to tear and peel. The machine that held him by the extremities began to pull him, until slowly separating each arm, each leg.

His screams were unbearable.

I didn't move an inch. I just watched everything in complete amazement.

The machine dragged my father's blood-stained arms and legs, his body fell to the floor, giving off a vapor that smelled of acid.

—Everything is fine now... everything is fine —my brother whispered to me between hugs and whining—. We'll get out of here. It's all over now.

Harry ran towards the exit, Adam helped me to my feet by once again covering my naked body. My brother whispered between sobs «mom, mommy», I still didn't know how to react to the whole situation. Harry was carrying Mia in his arms and we were heading to the exit.

The girls who were with us previously had been murdered. Today they wanted to kill everyone and we didn't have time to save them or at least for Harry and Adam to do it. The light from the exit was beginning to show in the distance, we were close. It was a point. But it meant something, we were coming out of the biggest nightmare of our lives: my father.

After several minutes walking, we reached the exit. Harry, still holding Mia's weak body, which I was now able to explore in better detail, and it was horrible. It was a bad state. My hands began to shake when I saw her like that, my chest hurt knowing how she got here.

—Warm... It feels good, the warm of the sun —he said in a faint whisper. I burst into tears hugging my brother.

—You're safe now, okay? —I heard Harry say.

I was filled with courage for her and approached her still trembling. —how did she end up here? —I asked Harry, getting on my knees to touch her.

—She gave everything for you when she knew you were wrong, she came regardless of losing her life or being caught. He did it without thinking, and I supported him —he explained to me.

—I feel so bad about myself, Mia —I said addressing her. Touching his cold face with my knuckles. I let out a cry.

—Don't blame yourself Dom... please. The real culprits have already paid.

—I have already called the authorities. They said they would not arrive at the scene but that they would release several of their police men, they would also send paramedics. —Adam said, adding himself.

—She... ended up like this because of me.

I stared at a fixed point. Remembering the moments we spent.

«Dominick...»

—No no no... YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAHHHHHHHHH!!! —I blurted out, hitting my head several times.

«Fucking you is much better than having ever fucked your mother»

—SHUT UP!! Tell him to shut up! Help me!!

Sweet hunt.

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Sweet suicide.