"Oh come on, it's just a stake through the hand nothing to cry about you big bitch." I said before, slapping him one more time. "Can't you handle a little pain? After all, you have no problem giving it out, you should be able to take it, don't you think?" I grinned while saying that. "YOUR FUCKING CRAZY!" He yelled at me, and I chuckled. "Not as crazy as you, mister wanting to rape all the women in his school. I only want to hurt those who enjoy hurting the innocent. There are three types of people. The innocent, the dirty, and the wicked. In that order, I am a better person than you as I am a dirty kind of person, which is just a fact." I spoke while I shrugged.
Walking back to the table and grabbing another stake before returning, "I promise, I won't use my powers, please let me go." He started to beg and struggle. "You know how many loving relationships you were going to ruin just to make yourself feel like "a man" to many to fucking count. You don't get a second chance; all you deserve is pain and a slow death. Deal with it." I said before striking the stake into his other hand as he screamed out in pain, cursing me, but all it did was bring a greater joy in knowing that the wicked was being punished.
I moved onto his feet, stacking them to the foot board as he moaned out in pain after I finished the last one and moved back to the table, picking up the blow torch and lighting it. The sound of the fire made him open his eyes in fear. "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT!" He screamed out, and I chuckled. "Don't worry, I will not use it on you, well, at least not directly. I am going to heat the metal stakes to stop your bleeding after all, I can't have you dying on me before the good part, now can I?" I said bring the blow torch to the metal stake in his right hand as it slowly turned red after a few minutes, and he screamed in pain as the sizzling of blood and flesh could be heard.
Moving through all the stakes until his bleeding stopped, he was sweating and panting at this point, so I bought him some water, salt, and sugar, mixed them together, and made him drink it. "See, I am nice. I am helping you replace the blood and sweat you lost. I am a very nice person, aren't I?" As I walked away and picked up the pair of pliers, I walked back to him, grabbed his jaw, and he shut his mouth. "Now, why did you do that? Now I have to do this." I said stomping on his balls, making him open his mouth, and I clamped the pliers onto the top front teeth.
I began to move the teeth forward and backward violently as his screams echoed in the building until they pulled out of his mouth, and blood flowed down his chin as I moved to the table, letting the two teeth fall onto it. "Just kill me, please." He moaned out with a lisp as I laughed. "You don't get a quick death as the goddess has picked you out personally, so I have to make it a good show. You understand, right? A job must be done to the best of the person's ability. Just bear with it. You have about an hour or two at the most, depending on how long your body can last." I said before, grabbing his jaw once more, and he tried to keep it shut again, only to have his nuts stomped on again, forcing it open as I worked on the bottom row now.
Working on the top and bottom canines after the front teeth, "Done, that wasn't so bad, was it. I had to do that so you couldn't bite your tongue and kill yourself, you understand, right?" I spoke while I was walking around before leaning on the chair. He started to weap as I rolled my eyes, "It's only the basics we haven't even got to the hardcore part yet and your already crying like a bitch." saying that as I shook my head.
Sighing as I walked over to the table and picked up the corkscrew, "I always loved the design of the corkscrew, the way it drills into the cork, and you just pull it out. Reverend Samuel Henshal, with the help of Matthew Boulton, created it, a real work of art." I said as I put my hand around its handle and looked at it. "Now this is going to be very painful, and I am not going to lie to you, so please scream as much as you want, I insist," I said, putting on a pair of gloves as I will be holding something I didn't want to touch with my bare hands.
As my hand moved he started to freak out fighting for his dear life as my hand grabbed a hold of his little dick. "This is going to hurt you way more than it's going to hurt me, and I enjoy that fact." I finished saying as the tip of the corckscrew entered his urithra, and I started to turn the corckscrew as his screams became blood-curdling echoes inside the building, as blood started to flow out and onto the floor, as his head shook side to side. I got the whole corckscrew inside as he went limp bearly breathing as I smiled and pulled it out in one go turning his dick inside out.
He screamed one last time as I moved out of the way and blood spread out and onto the floor non-stop until a big puddle of it shined on the floor and he went silent as I put the corckscrew on the table, took off the gloves, and placed them next to it. Clapping my hands at the job well done.