Chapter 1: I am a murderer

Ring ring ring

"Blyke, can you pick that up for me?" 

"Can you at least say please?" 

"We've been past that, hurry up I don't have all day" I hissed.

"Well you're welcome" he clapped back sarcastically.

Blyke is my friend, although, I have not seen him for years, for some logical yet unexplained reason, he is living underground, managing my calls, information about clients, targets, places, everything I need to know, he is my right hand.

We communicate with some sort of technology he created, just like alexa, and siri, mine is Blyke. He is a computer genius.

"H-hello" a trembling voice mumbled, as soon as I pick up the call from that number, a voice changer activates on its own, another one of my right-hand man's creations.

 "Who may I help?" trying to calm the caller, I snapped at Blyke, he immediately knew what to do, within seconds he traced the call, had all the information about the caller before my eyes.

"Yes, um, my name is Elizabeth, and I-i hope to have called the right number." As scared as she is I am sure she has the right number.

"Is this... the angel of death?" she whispered

"It is, how may I help you"

"Oh my god, I was so scared to call someone random, can I talk freely?" She asked her voice trembling. "Don't worry ma'am, these calls cannot be traced by anyone, this is all confidential." I reassure her.

"I have someone you may want to… kill as much as I do"

"Interesting" I exclaimed, "Continue, please"

I could hear her take a deep breath, and some deep male voice reassuring her from behind, then said "There is a despicable human being on the loose, who rapped my little girl and dumped her in the middle of the road" she sobbed and continued "I hope you can kill him before he finds himself another victim, he just got out of prison"

I tensed, I hate when I hear that this keeps happening "I promise you, I will take care of him, but I have a more interesting idea than to kill him."

"Just please, at least make him suffer, make him regret what he did so he would never do it again."

"Oh, don't worry, I assure you he will never do it again, just give me any information about him I could use to find him."

After a minute, I had all the information I could use to track him down. Now all I have to do is wait till Blyke tracks him down.

"Found him" he shouted.

And my mission begins now, I started stalking first, for any unusual moves.  

After about a week of stalking, and figuring out his schedule, I noticed a tall blond girl entering his house, that must be a prostitute he got to have a good time, unfortunately for him, things will not go as he planned.

As soon as he opens the door for her and lets her in I put my foot on the doorstep not letting him close it.

"Oh, you brought a friend with you, how did you know I am more into a threesome?" he looked so proud of himself.

"No darling, I am not here to have a threesome with a fucker like yourself" I replied.

"Then who the fuck are you?" he shouted.

I hate when men raise their voice, they think they can have the control with their voice? How low.

I took a step, looked him in the eyes with a terrifying death stare "Give her the money first."

I know she is enduring this for the money; I don't want to be the reason behind her unpaid cash.

"You'll leave us have a good time if I gave her the money now?" he insisted.

"Of course, I just wanna make sure you give her the money first"

He glared at me for a second, turned away, and left to get her the money.

that poor girl didn't have a clue of what was happening, she was standing there in that midriff leather dress.

She was beautiful, she shouldn't work like that just for money.

"Hey, look, when he gives you the money, you just open the door and leave, don't listen to anything he says to you, deal? I'll take care of him." I whispered.

"No, you don't have to that's my job, I can take it, it's okay" she whispered back, desperately.

"Just do as I say" She didn't have the chance to answer back when he showed up with a pack of cash keeping them in place by a rubber band.

"Here is your money, now, let's go upstairs"

I glared at her and nodded, she stared at the ground and left.

The guy flinched "Hey, bitch where are you goin..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I slammed the door, and stick my hand on his mouth to keep him silent.

He surely was shocked, I took a few steps back and pushed him hard to fall.

"W-what… are you doing…?"

He was now on the floor and I was in control, he didn't have the time to process the situation when I blacked him out with a vase decorating the front door.

In the time he was out I managed to grab him up and sit him on a chair at his dining table. I got him all naked, and tie him with a rope I got on the way, along with a big lopper.

While he was out, I took the time to search his house, I found a bag of cash hidden under the bed. So predictable.

I covered my face and made sure Blyke has turned off all the cameras in the area before I arrived.

When he woke up, it was time for confrontation.

"Who the fuck are you?" he hissed, the moment he opened his eyes.

I pulled out another chair and placed it in front of his. I turned it and sat on the backside.

"If you want to know who I am you'll have to die, do you want that? I hope not, cause this time I am not here to kill you."

"W-what do you want from me?" He yelled.

I arrange my back "If you raise your voice at me again, I am gonna have to leave with your tong in my hand."

He calmed himself back, quietly, questioning if I'm really gonna hurt him.

"Now let's get to the interesting part" I exclaimed.

"Do you remember the face, of the 11 years old girl you rapped before you got into jail?" I asked seriously.

He looked at me mischievously "No, but I remember how small her pussy was, and that I had more fun with someone else, she really is a disaster." My blood started boiling inside my body, and my hand flew to meet his cheek with brutal force. A red hand mark appeared on his cheek.

"You don't deserve to be alive, she is 11 years old you fucker, she doesn't even know what you did to her, she is traumatized, and for what you did to her I have a surprise to you, you may not like it, on the other hand, I am gonna enjoy it very much."

Before he could think of what I just said, I pulled out the lopper, from the bag I brought with me.

"W-what is that? What are you gonna do with that?" he looked anxious.

"What do you think, give me some ideas." And I looked down between his legs.

"No, n-no, please, I beg you, I'm sorry, I regret what I did to the girl"

His whole body was trembling.

"Now you're saying that after having the thought of losing the only thing that makes you a man." I gloomed.

I put the lopper in between his legs and opened it as the measure of his cock.

"NO! P-please, I'm begging you, STOP! I won't do it ever again." He was helpless, and frightened.

My head was still facing down, while my eyes went up to meet his eyes, "You shouted at me again, remember what I told you before about raising your voice?" I started closing it on his dick slowly, blood started running down his legs.

He growled in pain, "I am so sorry, I am so sorry.." He lowered his voice.

"Sorry will not take away the harsh experience you put the girl through, but this lopper can take away something else."

I got bored of all the suspense, "The moment when you lose your tiny dick, has arrived."

And I close the lopper, and his dick falls to the ground. He screamed in pain, and tears started running down his face.

"You deserve this you know?" I got up, "More than you deserve do die and go the hell, you deserve to suffer."

He was screaming in pain, yet he still didn't get a look down, he was a coward to do that, when he did, he screamed even harder and clenched his hands in pain and anger.

I cut the rope on his hands, with the bloody lopper in my hand, I took his organ from the ground, preserved it in a plastic bag, "Now all you have to do is untie your legs and clean up so good luck." 

Before I leave, I headed to the kitchen grabbed a kitchen towel, and cleaned the lopper from his filthy blood.

I walked to the door, opened it, turned to face him, "I have eyes on you, don't do anything, that may lead you lose another organ."

I closed the door, went to my car, and drove away.

   That's what I do for a living, I kill or torture people that made a huge mistake in their life and can't fix it.

I've always wanted for to them suffer and beg for their lives, I can't even imagine what his victims went through because of him, I can't imagine how much that girl must have begged and fought so she could escape his grip, and he thinks it's funny.

I emailed the couple a picture of his cut-off cock, and waited for the money.

"I wonder how men are still out there rapping girls when you cut off their dicks." Blyke exclaimed.

"They deserve it," I affirmed.

I went downstairs to the basement and added it to the collection. 

"And that's one more." I sighed.

This world needs someone like me, to put some people back to where they belong. To give them a lesson not prison or the police could ever give them. Just as they enjoy to rape I enjoy to make them suffer for that.

And I don't for a minute regret what I do.