1:45 pm
I thought it might have just been the tequila but as it turns out, vodka wasn’t much kinder to us. We found ourselves in a little club outside of a “college town” and decided to have a drink and see what the club scene was like. Well, we had a couple of drinks and then they started playing some Flo Rida and the rage just had to get his dance on, still upset about the karaoke debacle. Pretty soon, it was the rage and about 20 college girls getting down on the dance floor. If you think the rage can dismember a body like no one’s business, you need to see him in full on dance mode. Intoxicating. My head is still pounding.
Speaking of pounding, I am sure you want to know what became of the former sexual predator. He is extinct! I am going to share something personal with you so you can understand why I do what I do. I told you before that everything I loved in the world was ripped from me. What I didn’t explain was that one of those taken from me was my unborn child. When I see someone hurting a child, let’s just say the rage is in the driver’s seat and Simon is taking a nap. Or would be if not for all of the screaming. The first thing the rage did was remove his balls, with a not very sharp knife. We hung them in a jar above the table so he could stare at them for the remainder of his remarkably painful life. Since satan’s stooge never flipped me the bird, because he never saw me coming, I left those birds in the nest. I did cut off the other 8 fingers because they had no business touching anyone’s children though. Now we were ready to get to the punishment phase.
If you think I am being too harsh, this sick fucker had trophies from 11 other girls that he raped tortured and killed. I know where each is buried, all of the details, and he expressed sincere regret. It might have been because he truly felt guilty, but I think it had more to do with the rage systematically removing his skin inch by painful inch. Foxtrot, I wasn’t kidding about that, consequences.
It took 2 days, 3 I/V’s and 4 units of blood but eventually our friend decided he had enough and went back to hell from whence he came. The rage is thoroughly sated…for the moment. I couldn’t dispose of the body because 11 families are out there wondering where their beloved is. I will tell each and every one of those family members that I was your anger, your vengeance, and your RAGE. I returned as much pain as humanly possible on the one who caused your suffering. I am sorry for your lose and am glad that at least this piece of anal lint will not hurt another human being. The FBI will have all of the details on this fucker shortly.