Chapter 6: Vernons Tormentors Locked Up

‘What do you think your God will think of what you have done?’ Brian asked. ‘He will welcome me,’ Aziz said with conviction, ‘And he will provide me with heavenly virgins so I will have permanent satisfaction.’

Brian looked at him in disgust, then fastened his gag back in place.

Looking down at him, he said, ‘I have seven victims on my list. Because you co-operated with my questions, you will only be punished once for each rape, not five times as intended. For the murders there is no reprieve, you will be executed.’

‘I cannot believe that any God would sanction murder. If there is such a thing as heaven and hell, I’m sure that hell is where you will be going. But just in case, your genitals will be removed before you die, so that when you enter wherever you are going, any virgins provided will be no use to you.’

Brian looked down and saw the fear in his eyes. ‘The fear showing in your eyes,’ he said, ‘Is the fear all of your victims felt at your hands. As a follower of a holy book, I’m sure you will appreciate the quote, An eye for an eye!’

Brian picked up the brush handle. ‘For the rape of Emma in the city you have already received punishment. This is for the rape of Jean in the city,’ he said as he thrust the handle into him and immediately pulled it out.

A muffled scream was heard as what few parts of Aziz’s body that could move went rigid. ‘This is for the rape of Linda in the city,’ he said thrusting it in hard pausing for a few seconds, then pulling it out slowly. ‘This is for the rape of Doreen on the old railway path.’ Brian thrust it in, pulled it out, then repeated it. ‘You raped her twice he said.’

Aziz had passed out with the pain, so Brian continued with other preparations. He took a length of fishing twine and put it underneath Aziz’s scrotum. Bringing the ends up each side, he tied them together on top of his penis as near the base as he could. He was glad he had had the opportunity to watch what Lewis had done.

Tying a surgeon’s knot, he pulled the first half of the knot as tight as he possibly could making the twine disappear into the flesh. Tying the second half of the knot tight, he then cut another length of twine and repeated the process, again tying it as tight as he could.

Admiring his handiwork, Brian knew that he had just cut off the blood supply to the full length of Aziz’s cock, the scrotum and both testicles. Then he sat back to wait. A while later, Aziz came round and immediately started crying with the pain.

Brian took up the pole once more continuing, ‘This one is for Denise,’ he said as he thrust it hard up Aziz’s backside, then pulled it out again. This time it was covered in blood showing that it had damaged his intestine. Aziz gave another muffled scream and passed out once more.

When he eventually came round again, Brian said, ‘This one is for the as yet unidentified fifteen-year-old girl on the country lane. Isn’t that the same age as your niece,’ he said with disgust, ‘Mind you I don’t suppose it would have made any difference to you if it had been your niece would it.’

Then he rammed it up inside him as far as he could, twisted it round and pulled it out. Aziz went rigid, screamed and carried on screaming. ‘You took her twice,’ Brian said as he thrust his pole up inside once more. After a muffled scream, Aziz passed out yet again. Brian pulled the pole out whilst he was unconscious.

It took longer for him to come round this time, then Brian let him stay conscious for a while to feel his insides on fire, then he said, ‘And this one is for Glenda, the last woman you will ever see.’ As he finished speaking, he rammed the pole in then yanked it out again immediately.’ Aziz muffled scream faded away as he went unconscious once more.

There was now a stream of blood oozing out of his bum. Brian waited until he came round again, then told him, I almost forgot, you raped Glenda a second time after she was dead. He rammed the pole up hard, rotated it and yanked it out again.

Aziz passed out once more. This time there was a steady run of blood oozing out of him, so Brian used the pole to push a piece of cloth just inside the opening as a plug so as not to mess up the table.

Whilst he was out this time, Brian set up a mirror on the frame that had been mounted on the ceiling. This would enable Aziz to see his genitals. He put a super sharp long bladed carving knife ready plus a clear plastic bag about a foot square. Then he put fresh surgical gloves on.

It took half an hour this time for Aziz to come round. He was crying with the pain from his insides which took some time to subside. When he was sure he could hear him, Brian said, ‘If you look in the mirror, you will see that there has been blood leaking from your bum.

This means the pole I have been using has ripped your intestine to shreds. All sorts of infections will now be rushing into your blood. Whilst you were unconscious, I shoved a plug in to stop the leak. If I walked away and left you now, you would have a very long lingering death.’

‘Although that is something you deserve, I have other plans for you. Also, whilst you were unconscious, I tied a tourniquet around your genitals to stop the flow of blood. As you can see if you look in the mirror, the organ that got you here has gone blue. That means it is dying. Again, if I left you here, it would go gangrenous and hasten your terrible death.’

Brian reached underneath Aziz’s limp cock, took hold of his scrotum and pulled it away from his body as far as he could. ‘Now, when a limb goes bad, he told him, it is usually amputated.’

As he finished speaking, he put the knife blade nearest the handle against the side of his cock as close to the tourniquet as he could and drew the whole length of the blade back sharply. ‘Like that,’ he said as he held his hand up. Aziz had felt a little pain but not much due to the numbing effect of the tourniquet having been on for a while.

But he could now clearly see hanging from Brian’s fingers, his severed cock and scrotum, then as he watched, his two balls dropped out of his scrotum onto the table. He could see in the mirror the new flesh, severed tubes and a little blood between his legs where his genitals used to be.

He watched horrified as Brian put all the bits into a plastic bag, picked up his two balls off the table and added them before sealing the bag. ‘These will be minced up and fed to the pigs at a local pig farm he told him.’

‘Now you are ready to meet your maker,’ Brian said, ‘For the murder of Linda, Denise, Glenda and the last unidentified young girl you will now be executed. I should cut your throat like you did to them, but I don’t want the mess of your blood all over the place. I could devise some long painful methods, but you have suffered a lot of punishment tonight, just like your victims did.’

‘How you die now is immaterial, the main thing is that you no longer walk this earth bringing pain and suffering to all you meet. I’d like to hang you just like the old death sentence used to be, but I don’t have that facility. So, I’m going for a nice clean and fairly quick death that will let you know what is happening.’

As he spoke, Brian undid the strap around Aziz’s forehead, then he slid a plastic bag he had put ready earlier, over his head. Pulling it down to his neck, Brian then tied a length of twine around his neck just tight enough to stop any air getting in. Fastening the strap back around his head, Brian told him, ‘You will soon breath up all the oxygen, then you will start fighting for breath. But there’ll be nothing there for you to breathe, so eventually, you’ll die.’

‘I’ll leave you to enjoy your trip to hell,’ Brian told him. He went out, switching the light out behind him. He went outside and had a stroll in the fresh air. He reckoned Aziz would be dead in less than five minutes, so returning a quarter of an hour later, he went in to check.