{A/N: I'm going to give one more gore warning, please read at your discretion.}
"So who did you start with?"
"Oliver Telsic...He was my first target; it all started with him."
After dropping out of school, I began my research. Every day I study the man. Learned everything about him—a branch manager for a law firm with a loving wife and two kids.
It was easy to get most of his information online. With that, it was just watching him for weeks and weeks. When he would wake up, he would brush his teeth and then have breakfast with his family, leaving for work at the same time every morning.
It took some time, but I learned about the new woman he was sleeping with. Surprisingly, not married. She was a young college girl. Every Saturday, he would meet her at a hotel but tell his wife that he and some colleagues at work were having a poker night.
It was my fifth day tracking the girl when I approached her—I sent her a letter talking about how I knew everything about how she was cheating on her boyfriend with Oliver. Told her that I would keep it secret; all she had to do was ask him to meet him elsewhere for the weekly meets.
"She agreed?"
"Yeah, smart girl. She agreed and told him to meet her at a small motel."
He agreed. I guess his arrogance of never getting caught made him believe it would be fine. She pre-booked the room and waited for him there. I sent her another letter with sleeping pills enough to put a grown man to sleep for at least ten hours.
I also told her to put it in the wine. That she also had to take it. That if she did, I would keep everything a secret.
Then all I had to do was wait. I had booked out the next room over. I also paid off the owner, told him not to disturb the room for the next week. So after a few minutes, I heard silence and walked into the room. Leaving the girl a last letter with one thousand dollars to keep silent, I dragged Oliver back to my room and cleaned the other room.
Dispossessed of everything, I went back to my room, where everything was set up: tools, water, a defibulator, and a few other toys.
Placing him in a chair, which was no easy feat since I was still a small kid, I strapped him down with metal straps welded to the custom-made metal chair and extra leather straps to be safe.
As I stood before him, seeing him so vulnerable, unable to do anything, I admit I smiled a bit, but I knew I had to focus.
Placing the gag in his mouth, I put on my mask that had a voice modulator built in.
Pouring hot water on him, he woke up immediately and tried to move, but was strapped down. As he looked around in pain and confusion, his eyes met mine, and he tried to speak but couldn't.
"Mr.Oliver, I guess you are wondering why you are where you are or what happened?"
"You see...I'm here because of what you did to my family. You ruined my life, took everything I cared about away from me. Now I'm going to hurt you and it's going to hurt alot," I said as I walked over to the table and picked up a needle.
"This is Tetrodotoxin... It's harvested from the glands of a puffer fish. It paralyzes the body, keeping you from moving, but the kicker is that it allows you to feel everything," I explained as I injected the poison into his veins.
Giving his body a few moments, I watched as his head went limp and then tied the leather strap to keep him looking forward at a mirror that showed his whole body.
"See, the gag is so you won't swallow your tongue,"
"This is for your eyelids if you keep closing your eyes," I said, holding up a surgical knife.
Moving to the side, I placed an IV into the system and a blood supply and tourniquets so he wouldn't bleed out.
You see that, the whole time I tracked him, I also studied everything I would need about medical procedures to keep him as alive and in as much pain as possible for as long as possible.
After that, he introduced a little adrenaline into his body. As I stared. First, I cut him for every day my mother went to work, for every day my father was in the hospital, for every time he came to our house.
After 276 cuts, I put the knife down, pick up alcohol, and clean all the wounds. Then I moved on to the hammer. I broke both of his legs. Shattered then until it was nothing more than jello.
Let me tell you, nothing can prepare you for the sound of breaking bones against metal. Moving on from that, I decided to end the night off well.
It's a little invention I call the doctor's needle. You see, I hook a heart monitor to him, then the defibrillator to his hands, and I take ten needles and place them between his fingernails. It works cause anytime he is about to fall asleep or his heart rate becomes low, the defibrillator will shock him, and then he will feel the pain of the needles entering his body again.
With that, I left him for the night, took his phone, and went to the ports and threw it into the water. I threw up that night and could barely sleep, thinking about what I had actually done.
"But you kept going right?"
"Yeah, I couldn't stop now. It was too late."
The next day, I started early. I removed the needles and lit a candle. Placed hot wax over each of his fingernails and toes before finishing off by covering his penis in the red-hot wax.
The man pissed himself twice. Thank god for the air freshener. Well, when I was done with that, I began taking body parts. Every hour on the hour, I would cut something off of him—a section og his finger, and a piece of skin, a lip, a toe.
By the end of the day, he was missing four whole fingers, two toes, the skin that covered the top half of his right forearm, and his bottom lip.
Leaving him again, I did this day after day, cutting him, breaking him apart. On the fourth day, the toxin wore off, but his body was broken, and he did not even speak, only a raspy plea for help.
On the last day, that's when I ended it. I injected him again nd placed him on the bed, lying flat/ Tying his hands and feet out in a spider-like spread, I took a rat and put it on his stomach before placing a bowl with holes and strapping it down.
Taking a blowtorch, I heated the bowl until the rat had no choice but to begin digging into his body to get away from the heat.
While the rat did that, I grabbed a hacksaw and began cutting off his limbs. His arms and feet. I don't know if the rat that burrowed into his stomach or if the blood loss killed him first, but he was dead by the end.
With that, I left the room, took the photos on a burned phone, and sent an email of them to all the people in his company using a newly created email. After it was sent, I broke everything necessary in the phone and burned it in the trash.
When I got home, I placed all the clothes I used in a trash bag and took it to a junkyard, where I left it in the trunk of a car that was going to be crushed.
Going back home, I turned on the TV and saw the news about how a law firm got emails for thier branch managers' mutilated bodies after they had been missing for five days. The only message in the email I wrote
'If you had not sinned. I would not have been sent as your punisher'