Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2020 01:40:28 -0500 From: James Heady Subject: With Love We Can Be Human--Chapter 23 With Love We Can Be Human By James Disclaimer This is a story which deals with sexual/romantic situations between teenaged males. Should you not be of the legal age to read such material, or if you're offended, then please find something else to read. I can be reached at jamesheady1985@gmail.com for those who would like to discuss anything related to the story. Finally, please remember to donate to Nifty, as it keeps these stories and related materials free to the public. With Love We Can Be Human Chapter 23 Robin Martha Smith came out of the house she was staying in. After she got out of prison once Michael and us turned her over to the police when Torey and some of the other boys had been rescued from her torture center, she had went essentially in to hiding. I had begun tracking her not too long ago, and learned that she had had some interactions between herself and several people on an internet forum regarding starting up another Troubled Teen Prison, and I learned once questioning Steve and Greg that they were the two with whom she had had contact. Getting that information out of them had been a long journey, and the process saw me spending many hours using the neuro device on them. Part of me enjoyed seeing their terror, but we were getting further behind, and finally after I rearranged a couple of their fingers for them, they told me where she had been living. On a dark rainy Friday, a few days after we got the boys to the house, I went after her, and now I sat there until Martha neared her car. I came up behind her, and pointed the lazar at her. I had it switched to screen only rather than voice so she wouldn't hear anything, but instantly feel. I wasn't sure what she was feeling right now, but probably shock. I had the device set to paralyze, and she was standing there stiffened and I imagined attempting to understand what was happening to her. I let the device go for another few seconds, then stopped it. After cuffing her, I got her in to the van. "Who are you!" she yelled, but I gave her a vicious blow to the face. "Not so fucking loud Bitch," I said in the deadliest cold voice I could produce. "Yell like that again, and I'll skin you alive right here right now." I held up one of the knives Brandon had seen a few days before. She stopped attempting to struggle, and once tied to the seat, I got behind the wheel and we were off to the house. Once at the security building, she tried to run for it, but I grabbed her and rather than using the device on her, I spent several minutes beating the absolute shit out of her! Part of it was pure rage at what she had been doing to kids, but it was also to insure that she wouldn't try to run. After I smashed my fists several times in to her face which smashed in her jaw, broke out several of her teeth and crushed her nose, I dragged her to the security building. Once I neared the door, I saw someone coming up behind me. It was Torey and Brandon. They had known thanks to Michael that we were getting Martha; they already knew that we had Steve and Greg in the building locked away. Something told me that Torey might like to confront them, and I guessed that he was here for that, and that Brandon was there for moral support. I stepped aside so that they could see Martha. There was a little fear in Torey's eyes, but it quickly vanished and all that was in there now was hate, rage and pure joy at seeing her like this. "We meet again," Torey said in a voice that could have caused the undead to return to being dead. "Surprise, Bitch." Martha tried to say something, but Torey stepped closer. I went to move between them, and he drilled his eyes in to me. "What," he said voice even colder now. "Both you and I know that child-abusing Bitch isn't going anywhere." I stood a couple of inches off to the side as Torey stepped close enough so that he could look deeply in to her eyes. "I don't know what you tried to say, but it doesn't fucking matter," he said. "I sure as hell know from the look you've been giving me that you weren't trying to say that you were sorry and that you regret what you did to me and to the other boys. You know what happened when I was taken out of the starvation cage? I'll fucking tell you what happened! The other boys in that room in the cages next to me were dead by the time Michael and his men got to them. Yeah Bitch! You killed them, and for what! So you could have your fucking perfect and well-behaved child! May you fry in Hell you fucking Bitch!" 0000 Brandon Before I could step forward to stop what I knew was coming, Torey reached out and smashed both of his fists two times in to her eyes, essentially blinding her for the moment. "I wanted to do that for so long you fucking hateful Cunt!" Torey screamed in a voice I never thought he had in him. "Mother fuck you to Hell you fucking Cunt!" After taking one last hateful look at her, he came back to my side, then unable to stop myself, I stepped forward. "Your days are over you fucking Bitch," I said coldly. "I can't count the nights I've had to wake Torey up from nightmares he'd be having, or the nights I'd be woken up, because of him yelling out in his sleep. I can't count the nights he'd also scream himself awake from nightmares and for a moment still think he was back at your hell hole! Just thinking of the countless times I've had to hold him as he'd have flashbacks makes me want to rip you apart right here, and right now. I hate you more than I can say, and I hope Robin and his men kill you slowly, and give you the pain-filled torturous death you deserve, and have had coming for so long!" 0000 Damion Once the signal was given from Robin's text he sent me, I got Greg and Steve out of their cells and brought them to the area where Brandon, Torey, Robin and Martha were at. Once Torey saw them, he had a look of fear cross his face, then one of pure hate. He stepped up to them, then getting in position he smashed his knee in Steve's balls, he did this several times, then as Greg attempted to move forward to stop him, Brandon grabbed him and as I watched in shock and even in a little horror, Brandon beat, body-slammed and kicked Greg over and over again. Torey set to work breaking Steve's arms, then as Steve kicked out connecting with Torey's shin of his right leg, I thought this would drop him, but as I saw a look of poisonous hate and rage come over his face, he went back in and with what I guessed was pure adrenaline, Torey took the leg that kicked him and snapped it like someone snapping in half one of those chicken wings that has the two bones one has to get apart to get to the rest of the meat. That comparison did make my stomach turn for a moment, but as I heard Steve scream to the top of his lungs in pain, the nausea was gone! 0000 Torey "Come on you fucking piece of shit!" I screamed. "We can go easy or we can go hard! Isn't that what you fucking said to me when you kidnapped me!" I broke his other leg, then set to work crushing in his ribs, smashing my fists in to his face, and after several amazingly wonderful sounding crunching sounds, I broke both of his arms. I then returned to myself and saw what was before me. Steve's face looked inhuman, but I didn't care. As I looked to where Brandon stood over Greg giving him one final blow to his face, I saw that Greg was either dead or close to it. "What?" I asked leaning down to look at the ruins of Steve's face. "Nothing to say you sack of White Shit? Not one thing at all? Nothing personal though, just the cost of doing business Bitch." 0000 Brandon "Hope your recovery is long and painful you child-abusing mother fucking cock sucker," I said down at Greg. "Yours as well Bitch!" I said turning my head to look in Steve's direction, and couldn't believe that Torey had reduced him down to little more than a mound of swollen tissue and broken bones! I was also rather shocked at what I had done to Greg. He lay at my feet not moving and after one more moment, Torey and I were lead away and back to the house by Robin. It was understood between all of us that neither Torey and I would be in trouble for what we had done. Any of the usual police wouldn't be involved in dealing with this case, and it was completely past being inside the laws that would have done little but send Steve, Greg and Martha to prison for a few years then see them on the outside again free to abuse and kill more kids. I didn't feel sorry for any of the three of them, not at all!" 0000 Robin Weeks passed, and after Greg, Steve and Martha recovered from their injuries, I took all three of them to another subbasement that was hidden away so that anyone who broke in to the place couldn't find it. This was where I was going to send these three child-hating Mother Fuckers straight to Hell! Once in the final subbasement, I keyed in the code that would open the door to the cell that I was going to put them in. Once in, I'd lock them in and within the middle of the door was a small hatch which had a window through which I could verbally communicate to them. On the walls and in the ceiling were several hidden hatches that would be opened up with similar smart locks, and then once opened these three shitbags would get a nasty surprise. This was where there would be some messy work that the lazars prevented, but the clean fun was finished, and I wanted them to go in the most painful and terrifying way possible. After getting them locked in, I engaged the lock to the door, then took the device that would unlock and open the small hatches in the walls and ceiling of the cell. "You're all probably surprised that I haven't restrained you three with ropes," I began as I spoke to them through the slot in the middle of the door. "Fuck you," Steve said hatefully. "I haven't tied you guys up," I went on as if not hearing him. "Because there's no reason to. This is the end now, so I want to see you guys try to get free." "Free of what?" Martha said with some anger, but more apprehension in her voice. She wasn't a bit sorry for what she had done, but I knew that she was at the end of her rope with the shit we were putting her and her little buddies through. "You'll see soon enough," I said smiling at them. "Now it's time for a little History lesson. I love History don't you?" "Fuck off you little Fagot," Greg said. "Anyway," I continued. "This History lesson deals with torture methods of the Middle Ages. They had so many methods from which to choose. They could break your arms and legs on a wheel then leave you tied to it for the birds to peck at your flesh, and you might even be still alive. They could pull you apart on the rack, and some even died while tied to it. Oh yeah, then there was what was referred to as Scaphism. This was a method where a person would be laid in a boat and another placed over him, with holes where his head, hands and feet would be sticking out. Once he was fed a mixture of milk and honey, and his exposed body parts covered in it. Various insects would settle upon him and he would be bitten, then worms would also feast on him until he was dead. Don't worry; that's not what I have in mind for you." "What then," Martha said beginning to shake. "Oh nothing, except this," I said. I pressed the button that would open the hatches within the walls and ceiling, and stood there waiting. 0000 Martha, Greg and Steve stood there watching the exposed openings that they hadn't seen before. To Martha it looked like they were small enough for a small object to pass through such as a small plate of food, but then she looked closer. Greg and Steve were looking as intently, but couldn't seem to figure out what was happening. Martha looked closer at the openings, and then she heard, or thought she heard a sound from within the blackness of the slot. She then dismissed it as her imagining things. Steve and Greg looked closer, and they too heard, or thought they heard some sort of sound, but like Martha dismissed it as their imaginations being pushed to their limits. Martha looked closer, then heard what was definitely a sound. Listening closer, she heard what was clearly a scraping sound, then a rustling noise. She heard it again, then a rather loud and long squeaking sound issued forth from the blackness before her eyes. It sounded like something she had heard before. "It sounds like'''," she began, then the pieces came together in her head. "Rats!" she thought in her head. It sounded like the rats that would get within the walls of the house she used to live in before opening up the first Troubled Teen Prison. They didn't scare her, but mainly annoyed her especially if their noises woke her up in the middle of the night, but something was different now. She stood there trying to come up with different explanations for the sounds she was hearing. Just then, another hatch opened in the ceiling directly above her head, then she saw it. "Oh God No!" she screamed! "Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 0000 "No," I said. "It's not God, but something else. You know exactly what it is don't you Martha? Yes, this is the more horrifying method of torture that to this day some actually say or would like to say that even the most sadistic torturer wouldn't hardly ever use. I'd say that historians say this, because they themselves would like to believe that it was the stuff of myths, but I don't really care, it's good enough for me. Yes Martha, it's exactly what you think it is. You knew this whole time as you stood there didn't you?" More squeakings, scrapings and rustlings sounded now, getting louder as the rats came through the slots. I stood there watching as the inevitable slowly began. As Martha began to try to struggle to get free, I grabbed the stereo from where I had it sitting behind me. I turned it on, selected the album Tomb of the Mutilated by the Death Metal group Cannibal Corpse, and turned it on. The pounding drums, chugging guitars and the guttural vocals sounding like something from the depths of Hell issued forth from the bass-filled speakers that shook the room in which I was standing. "What's a swinging party without some cool music!" I shouted over the music that I had now turned up to full volume, this wasn't because of me not wanting anyone to hear the three criminals and their screams, but to add to their terror. Martha, Steve and Greg were screaming as they were meeting their ends. I had said above the word "Inevitable" in relation to what was about to happen to them, but that wasn't exactly correct. It was such, because I chose it to be. I could have easily left them there to enjoy shitty food for however long we decided to keep them there, but once Michael handed them over to me and basically washed his hands of them, and after receiving no further orders from him other than to deal with them my way I decided to go all out! Steve, Greg and Martha's screams had begun as screams of rage and shock, then turned to screams of rage, hate then slowly but surely their screams gave way to long and ear-splitting screams of pure agony and what I figured would be unimaginable pain! When I changed out the Cannibal Corpse disk, and in its place put in Behemoth's album The Satanist, blasting it even louder as the opening track Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel pounded out of the speakers, the screams were still loud, but growing weak, then they moved in to what I guessed were moans of pain and closer to death, but I couldn't tell over the blasting thunderous music. I didn't really care though, either way these three pieces of shit were finished, best of all, the little friends they had giving them up close and personal attention, probably more than they wanted were those that were already living in this area of the woods. There was several nests they had made and once they made enough litters of pups, it was just a matter of putting some old food in areas close to the hatches I had built before bringing the three shitbags down here which I did. It couldn't have worked out any better! 0000 The little that was left of Steve, Greg and Martha was cleared out over the next couple of hours, and then the room was sealed off. It had served it's ghastly purpose, and for all time to come, no one aside from Robin would know what had went on in that room. He for all the rest of his days never told Michael or no one else what had went on and how the three child killers died. All he did say to Michael was that they were taken care of, and when Michael told the boys, they didn't ask many questions, but were just relieved that it was over, and it was! 0000 Brandon It was now the beginning of November and was a month-and-a half since we were almost victims of Steve, Greg and Martha. To this day none of us ever found out what had happened to them, we were only told that they all three had killed themselves in their cells. A part of me didn't quite believe that, but I didn't really care so long as we were all safe, especially Torey. In the weeks after the three scumbags were removed from our lives, Torey worked through some of the memories that were brought back up for him, and he was doing well with this. He also was spending alternate weekends at my house, and I did the same with him. We were also becoming closer with one another personally, emotionally and also sexually, and that weekend that began November was mine to spend with Torey at the center. I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it, and I had a strong feeling he would feel the same way once I started showing him what I wanted to do. Author's Notes I wanted to finish up the story line concerning Greg, Steve and Martha. I thought for a long time about how I wanted to do this. I couldn't figure out for a while how I wanted to finish them, but I didn't want to go in the direction I did in my two other stories where the abusers took their own lives. That was for specific reasons, and served its purpose. In this story I wanted to give the killers and abusers an ending that would be fitting for them, and I figured that this would be it. Chapter 24 will conclude this story, and I really enjoyed writing it. There will be lots of quality time spent between the various couples in this final chapter, and I hope you all will enjoy that. At the end of Chapter 24, I'll give a summary of my new story that will be coming out on March 1, which is almost here, so you guys won't have too long to wait for that. I hope everyone has a good evening, and I'll see you guys in Chapter 24, the final chapter!