JUST A SMALL FAVOR

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“OPEN YOUR MOUTH”, TONI DEMANDED..

THE MAN DID AS HE WAS TOLD AND FOOD WAS PLACED, IT FELT SO GOOD TO EAT…HE HAD NO IDEA WHEN HIS LAST MEAL WAS…IT FEELS LIKE WEEKS. THIS COULD BE HIS LAST MEAL, SO HE SAVORED EVERY MORSEL.

“OPEN”, TONI DEMANDED AGAIN. THE MAN OPENED HIS MOUTH AND FOOD WAS PLACED. TONI WOULD DEMAND THE MAN TO OPEN THE MOUTH AND HE WOULD FEED HIM, BUT NOW THE MAN COULD FEEL HIS STOMACH GETTING FULL.

“OPEN”, ORDERED TONI.

“I CAN’T EAT ANYMORE”, SAID THE MAN.

“DID I ASK IF YOU COULD EAT ANYMORE? NO. OPEN”

THE MAN DID JUST THAT BUT COULD FEEL IT ALL COMING UP HIS THROAT.

“I’M GOING TO THROWN UP”, THE MAN WARNED IN BETWEEN BITES

“IF YOU VOMIT, THEN I WILL MAKE YOU EAT IT. IF YOU CONTINUE TO VOMIT THEN I WILL CONTINUE TO FEED IT TO YOU UNTIL YOU STOP”, TONI MAINTAINED.

TONI CONTINUED TO FEED THE MAN AND AS PROMISED WITH THAT LAST MORSEL, THE MAN SPEWED ON TONI’S SHOES AND ALL OVER HIMSELF. THIS MADE TONI ALMOST VOMIT AS WELL BUT HE SWALLOWED IT AND WALKED OVER TO THE DESK TO SEE IF THERE WAS ANYTHING TO SCOOP UP THIS MESS. HE LOOKED ON THE DESK, NEXT TO THE ANCIENT COMPUTER THERE WAS A COFFEE MUG. THE MUG HAD PROBABLY 10 YEARS WORTH OF DUST AND LOOKED LIKE IT HADN’T BEEN WASHED IN FIVE YEARS. IT WAS HOLDING SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL AND IT WAS PERFECT.

BRINGING THE MUG OVER TO THE MAN, TONI USED THE BLADE OF THE BLOODY CHISEL TO GET THE VOMIT INTO THE MUG. THE MAN FLINCHED AS HE REMEMBERED WHAT THE TOOL WAS JUST USED FOR. TONI SAID NOTHING BUT HUMMED A TUNELESS TUNE AS HE SCRAPED. THE MAN HEARD A CLINK AND THOUGHT MAYBE THIS GUY WAS JUST CLEANING HIM UP.

“THANK-”, BUT THE MAN COULDN’T GET THE WORDS OUT DUE TO TONI GRABBING HIS JAW, FORCING OPEN HIS MOUTH, AND SPILLING THE COLD VOMIT DOWN HIS THROAT. HE THEN CLAMPED HIS MOUTH CLOSED FORCING THE MAN TO SWALLOW, HOWEVER IT CAME RIGHT BACK UP BUT TONI KEPT THE MAN’S MOUTH FIRMLY SHUT UNTIL THE GAME OF VOMIT-UP-AND-DOWN WAS OVER AND THE MAN OFFICIALLY KEPT IT DOWN.

“SINCE YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR FOOD, YOU NO LONGER DESERVE YOUR TONGUE” TONI SNAPPED.

THE MAN STARTED TO WIGGLE AND THRASH. “YOU CAN’T DO THAT! PLEASE DON’T!’’, HE DECLARED WITH PANIC IN HIS TREMBLING VOICE.

TONI WAS PRACTICALLY ON TOP OF THE MAN FORCING THE MAN’S MOUTH OPEN ONCE AGAIN. “JOHN” FOUGHT AND TRIED TO BITE DOWN AS HE YANKED HIS TONGUE OUT AS FAR AS HE COULD ALMOST CHOKING THE MAN IN THE PROCESS. TONI TOOK THE SCISSORS FROM THE OLD COFFEE MUG, AND BEGAN CUTTING.

BLOOD WAS SPURTING EVERYWHERE. IT WAS ON THE MAN, ON TONI’S FACE, AND ON HIS WHITE ROLLING STONES SHIRT.

IT TOOK AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES TO GET THROUGH THE MUSCLE BECAUSE THE SCISSORS WERE SO OLD AND DULL. ONCE DONE, TONI STEPPED AWAY FROM THE MAN, PANTING AND LOOKING AT WHAT HE HAD JUST DONE. HE HELD THE TONGUE IN HIS HAND, TRYING TO DECIDE WHAT TO DO NEXT.

TONI DECIDED FOR THE MAN NOT TO SWALLOW IT WITH HIS MOUTH BUT WITH A DIFFERENT HOLE. HE KNELT ON THE FLOOR AND SPREAD THE MAN’S LEGS EXPOSING HIS MOST PRIVATE PARTS.

THE MAN SQUIRMED AND TRIED TO CLOSE HIS LEGS. TONI KEPT FORCING THEM OPEN - HE WOULD BREAK THIS MAN’S HIP IF HE HAD TO, IN FACT WHAT A GREAT IDEA. TONI PUSHED THE MAN’S LEGS WITH SUCH FORCE AND STRENGTH THAT BOTH HIPS WERE NOW SHATTERED AT THE JOINT. THIS NOW MADE THE MAN IMMOBLE. TONI HAD TO SCOOT THE MAN DOWN FROM THE CHAIR A BIT TO GET TO THE AREA HE WANTED AND NOW THAT THE POSITION WAS PERFECT, TONI STARTED TO PUT THE TIP OF THE MAN’S SEVERED TONGUE UP HIS ANUS.”JOHN” GASPED AND SCREAMED A SOUNDLESS SCREAM.

THE ORGAN WAS RESISTING AT FIRST BUT TONI KEPT PUSHING UNTIL AT LEAST HALF WAS IN. “I-IH HURH”, THE MAN CRIED AND IT SOUNDED TRAGIC AS HE TRIED TO TALK WITHOUT HIS TONGUE. TONI WASN’T LISTENING AS HE KEPT PUSHING AND UNTIL THERE WAS ZERO RESISTANCE. THE DECAPITATED MUSCLE WAS OFFICIALLY ALL THE WAS IN AND AS FAR UP AS TONY COULD PUSH.

“DON’T YOU DARE LET THAT FALL OUT” TONI GRABBED THE BACK OF THE MAN’S HEAD BY THE HAIR AND SEETHED “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK”.

THE MAN COULD ONLY HEAR THE RUSTLING OF BOXES AND ITEMS. HIS ASS HURT SO BAD WITH A FOREIGN OBJECT IN IT, NOT THAT HE HADN’T HAD FOREIGN OBJECTS UP THERE BEFORE BUT THIS WAS PAINFUL AND HUMILIATING.

TONI CAME BACK AND HAD A HAND ON THE MAN’S THIGH. THE MAN FELT SOMETHING HARD GO INTO HIS ASS NEXT. TONI HAD FOUND A PAIR OF TONGS - APPARENTLY THEY WERE IN A BOXED LABELED “FOURTH OF JULY SALE” - HE KEPT THE TONGS CLOSED FOR NOW AND CAUTIOUSLY PUSHED LIKE HE DID WITH THE TONGUE. ONCE HE HAD SUCCESSFULLY PUT THE TONGS INSIDE THE MAN’S ANUS, TONI OPENED THEM AND LEFT THE TONGS THERE. THE MAN, WITH DARK RED BLOOD DRIPPING DOWN HIS CHIN AND CHEST, WAILED LIKE A BEAST.

TONI FINALLY STOOD UP, APPRECIATING HIS WORK, AND MOVED TOWARDS THE MAN’S FACE. THE MAN WAS JUST TOO TIRED TO MOVE ANYMORE AND AT THIS POINT JUST WANTED THIS TO BE OVER. LIGHTLY GRAZING THE MAN’S FACE, TONI PUNCHED THE MAN AS HARD AS HE COULD, BREAKING HIS NOSE. “JOHN” PASSED OUT FROM ALL OF THE PAIN HE HAD ENDURED.

WHEN HE WOKE, “JOHN” SAW HIS BUTCHER BACK AT THE SHELVES - HE SEEMED TO BE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING SPECIFIC AS HE KEPT GOING THROUGH BOXES AND MUTTERING A CURSE IF HE DIDN’T FIND IT. HE COULD SEE TONI HAD SHORT BROWN HAIR, HAD A FARMER’S TAN, HAD QUITE A BIT OF MUSCULAR BUILD, AND HE WASN’T TOO TALL. OF COURSE THE CLOTHES WERE BLOODY, IT WAS HIS BLOOD. f*****g PSYCHOPATH, BOTH OF THEM WERE.

TONI RETURNED TO WHERE THE MAN WAS. THE MAN COULD SEE SOMETHING SHINY IN HIS HAD AND HE STARTED TO THRASH IN THE CHAIR CAUSING PAIN IN HIS LEGS AND ASS. TONI HAD FINALLY FOUND WHAT HE WAS LOOKING FOR, TURNED OUT THE SPECIFIC ITEM THE MAN SAW WAS A MELON BALLER.

TONI STRADDLED THE MAN IN THE CHAIR. “CAN’T HAVE YOU RUNNING TO THE POLICE IF OUR DUNGEON MASTER DECIDES YOU SHOULD LIVE”. TONI CARESSED THE MAN’S TEMPLE WITH THE MELON BALLER AS HE SPOKE. THE MAN SHIVERED KNOWING WHAT WAS TO COME.

TONI HELD ONE EYE WIDE OPEN, PLACED THE SCOOP ON TOP OF THE EYEBALL COVERING THE MAN’S SIGHT, AND IN ONE FLICK OF THE WRIST HE SEVERED THE MAN’S OPTIC NERVE. TONI COPIED THE MOVE ON THE OTHER SIDE AND HELD HIS EYE IN HIS HAND. HE THREW THE EYES ON THE FLOOR AND ENJOYED THE POPPING SOUND AS HE STEPPED ON THEM. THE MAN WAS NOW BLIND AND MUTE. PERFECT, TONY THOUGHT, GRINNING AT HIS MASTERPIECE.

TONI THEN LEANED THE CHAIR FORWARD SO THAT ALL THE PRESSURE WOULD BE IN THE FACE AND NOT THE BACK OF THIS MAN’S HEAD. HE PROPPED THE CHAIR BETWEEN THE SHELVING UNITS, THUS MAKING THE MAN HANG FACE DOWN TOWARDS THE FLOOR. AFTER DOUBLE CHECKING THE STURDINESS, TONI FLOPPED IN THE DESK CHAIR. THE MAN HAD FAINTED FROM EITHER SHOCK , EXHAUSTION, OR BOTH. “MAYBE THIS IS WHEN HE’LL ACTUALLY DIE”, TONI SIGHED.

THERE HAD TO BE A REASON HE GOT SO ANGRY AT THE MAN. WAS IT REALLY BECAUSE THE MAN VOMITED ON HIM OR COULD IT BE THAT HE TOOK ALL HIS ANGER ISSUES OUT ON THIS MAN. HE SIGHED AGAIN, STARING AT THE MAN LITERALLY IN PIECES BEFORE HIM. HE TURNED HIS GAZE TO THE LONG FORGOTTEN SECURITY CAMERA AND WONDERED IF THAT PRICK WAS STILL WATCHING. HE FIGURED HE WAS JACKING OFF TO ALL OF THIS, BEING THE WEIRDO HE WAS. HE THEN DECIDED ON THE NEXT METHOD OF ‘DISCIPLINE’ HE WOULD USE.