“Back then during my tour in Iraq, we used to catch men who would kill and rape their daughters and wives. Because they could and no one would stop them. You know what we did to them when we caught them??” I ask him.
His eyes expand as the knife descend on his skin. I trail the very tip down his injured leg and push it into the gaping wound.
He squeals like the pig he is.
“You know what we do to them??” I ask him again.
He is screaming now.
“Stop!!!! Make him stop.” His face is red with pain and he is openly crying.
“Now no need to shout... I’m just getting started.” I tell him with a little chuckle of my own.
“We would tie them up to the trunk of the truck. But just their hands so their legs will still be on the ground and we would drive.” I tell him.
Luke is standing behind
