Stir Fried Genitals

 The second day of his captivity, I started by checking the trophy skin. I changed the water and added lime. Not lime as in the fruit, but a chemical additive. This would help remove hair and the nails, although some of that would have to be done manually later. For now, the second stage of soaking had begun and it was time to prepare today’s meal.

I had a very special plan for today, possibly even more satisfying than yesterday. I took a frying pan down to the basement where I had a mini-stove just for today. I also brought along some soy sauce, rice, and some canned vegetables. This was going to be good.

He looked pathetic, the one-armed man tied like hog. He looked like he had been struggling all night to no avail and had exhausted himself. “Wake up sleepy head, we have work to do. Now, do you know why I took your hand yesterday? I took your hand because I know that was the hand you touched her with. I know that was the hand you hit her with. That was the hand you abused her with. You didn’t deserve that hand. Now that hand will be mine and you won’t hurt anyone else with it. But you know what, there was another part of you that you used to hurt her, another part you don’t deserve to keep.”

I had pulled his legs apart to give me plenty of room to work with. I pulled his pants down so I could get access to the part I needed for today. He must have figured out where this was going because his eyes went wide and he shook his head vigorously screaming as loudly as he could through his gag. I smiled as I put on rubber gloves because I didn’t want to touch this part with my bare hands. I picked up a sharp knife in one hand and used the other to reach down and take hold of his genitals in my other hand. He screamed again, even louder, shaking his head even more, he was even sweating.

“You don’t want me to do this do you?” I asked him, to vigorous head shaking confirming his response. “Yeah, she didn’t want you handling her genitals either. But you didn’t listen, did you? No you didn’t. I know you didn’t. I don’t care how much you denied it in court, I don’t care how much your god damned lawyer convinced that jury you didn’t do it, I know you did, and no matter how much you lie about it, you know you did it too. So now you’re going to know what it’s like when you tell someone not to touch and they don’t listen.” On the last word I cut his genitals off with one slice and he screamed so loud that even through the gag he made my ears ring. I took some gauze and wrapped his wound, I didn’t want him bleeding out yet, he definitely needed to be alive for this.

I took today’s cut over to the stove and fired it up. I added a little cooking oil to coat the pan and waited for it to sizzle before adding the meat. I swirled the meat around in the pan in full view of the man. Periodically I stabbed at it with a metal spatula, testing to see if it had gotten tender enough to start breaking down. It took quite a while, but I was in no rush, I enjoyed the look on his face every time I looked up. I slowly added the rice and vegetables, not too much, I wanted the dish to be mostly meat. Meat, rice, and vegetables were in a three to two to one ratio, half of the dish was meat, a third was rice, and a sixth was vegetables. Once I had the ratio right, I stirred the pan making sure everything cooked evenly. I added soy sauce for flavor, just a little bit, and kept it going until it had a good steam going and some of it looked to be burning. The slight browning meant it was time to serve this dish.

“Time for your last meal. I’m not eating this, this is…rather disgusting. I mean, I think I cooked it well, but the main ingredient is too unsavory for me. But you seemed to think it was a prime ingredient when you shoved it in her, in all of them. But it’s done, the last person it goes into is you. You better enjoy it at least half as much as you thought they would, if not more, because this is the last thing you will ever eat. You had to have known I wasn’t going to leave you alive after all of this, but don’t worry, we’re a long way from the end, and I need you to keep up your strength, I don’t want you dying early, that wouldn’t be any fun. Now I’m going to take your gag off so you can eat, be a good boy and please don’t scream, I assure you, there is nobody anywhere near enough to hear.”

I proceeded to pull the gag away from his mouth, very careful not to allow my fingers too close to his mouth in case he tried to bite. It would have been futile anyway, but I couldn’t underestimate his desperation. As soon as the gag was off, he spit at me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you doing this to me?”

I looked him in the eye from a safe distance. “You haven’t figured it out have you? This is for all the women you raped.”

“Allegedly!” He attempted to correct me as if I didn’t know better. “Those were false accusations!”

“Really?” I asked rhetorically.  “All of them? Because seemed like a lot of women to be wrong about you.”

“Well, that’s not how the jury saw it, I was acquitted.” He stood by his story indignantly.

“The jury was wrong.” I shot back. “Just because you can afford good lawyers doesn’t make you innocent. I know you did it.”

“So this is vengeance?” He surmised.

“Not vengeance, justice!” I corrected. “Now I didn’t take off that gag so we could talk, I took it off because this stage is force feeding you your own dick, and like I said, this is it for you, so eat up.”

“What are you going to do with the rest of me?” He asked. “You took my arm and roasted that, what else are you going to do?”

I laughed in his face. “I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but I will make sure you get to witness and know every grueling, grisly step. Now shut up and eat.” I took a spoonful of stir-fried genitals and shoved it in his face. He tried to resist, but I slapped him. “I said eat you son of a bitch!” With tears forming in his eyes he opened his mouth and took in a mouthful of his own junk. “How does it taste?”

“Like the worst Chinese food I ever had.” He said with more disgust than I had ever heard. I wasn’t surprised, if I didn’t know how shitty this was, I wouldn’t have been feeding him. But this wasn’t supposed to be enjoyable.

I took another spoonful to give him a second helping. “Open wide, you’re eating all of this. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.” He reluctantly ate the rest. He cried a little more with each mouthful. “There we go all done.”

“Fuck you.”

Those would be his last words, because I pulled pliers out of my back pocket, grabbed his tongue with them, and sliced it off with the same knife I had used to cut off his junk. I stuffed his mouth with more gauze and put the gag back on. “That was bold of you, I hope it was worth it to you.”

I took the tongue and what was left of the rice and vegetables back upstairs to make my dinner. I prepared the tongue the same way as the genitals in a different pan, I was never using that other one ever again. I was less sparing with the rice and vegetables this time, I didn’t mind my portion leaning a little more vegetarian than the rest of the menu I had planned, and I sure wasn’t wasting these ingredients.

I plated the finished product and enjoyed the meal alone in my dining room. Not bad at all, I guess he just got an inferior cut in his helping. Tomorrow was going to be better anyway. Well, better for me, he was going to hate what came next, it would be very painful.