WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER HAS BLOOD, GORE, AND DEATH.
I use the very straps he used against the children to hold him down. He fights against me and I punch him in the gut taking his breath away as I finish tying him down. "Chip I want you to record this." Chip beeps and I look around the room with all the scary instruments.
"I hope you had a good dinner Malco... because tonight will be a very long night for you." The man shook from head to toe as he tried to think of anything to save himself. "I'll tell you everything! I promise!" I stop looking at the tools and look back to him with a blank look.
"CEO Jang from Korea is even in on this... do you really think you can stop them all? That you can somehow outsmart them all?" Malco was grasping at straws as his spit flies from his mouth. I make a face of disgust and step back. "I really don't like when you talk... your voice or even the things you say... such a shame... I think I can fix this."
I walk over and grab a wicked looking pair of tongs. I turn around to show him the tongs as I snap them closed a few times. Every time they snapped closed Malco would flinch. My smile grows as I walk closer. "I think if I take care of this first, I will have less of a headache as we continue." My smile grows as his face shrinks in fear.
"You crazy fucking whore!! I'll kill you if you touch me! They will kill you!" I chuckle darkly and say "Good... I'll have company in hell." Malco's face loses all color as I reach for his mouth. He begins screeching like a banshee again... I reach out and snap his jaw open so he can't fight me as I take the tongs to his tongue. He struggles with all his might but he can't do anything against the straps holding him in place.
I take my curved blade and cut his tongue completely off. His screams take on another pitch as he begins choking on the blood now filling his mouth. I grin and use the tool to suck the blood and used the cauterizer to stop most of the bleeding. I grab one of the many coolers and fill it with ice. I put the bloody tongue inside and turn to see him watching me with eyes filled with pain.
"Are you curious? Hehe... they are gifts. Gifts to all the men who are trying to bring me down." Malco's eyes become huge as he shivers from head to toe. He tries to say something but without his tongue, he can only make noises. "Next will be the fingers... the hands that hurt all those children.
He begins whimpering and struggling again but I pay no attention as I find a wicked looking pair of scissors. His eyes full of fear, watch as I step closer. "Don't worry... I won't let you die until you have nothing left." He starts wailing and struggling with everything he has as I begin cutting him up piece by piece.
Only after the man, Malco died and was left completely in pieces did I stop. I stored each and every gory part of him in separate boxes and asked Chip to send me everyone's address. Chip didn't say anything but showed me the addresses. I marked each one and called for a carrier for a pick up first thing in the morning.
I was grateful for the black outfit... it wouldn't show all the blood. I walk over to the sink and wash my bloody hands in warm water as I try to pull myself out of the dark place I just went. The children... I quickly clean up and head to them knowing I needed to move before daylight broke.
I make my way to the room and before I have Chip open the door I take a moment to collect myself...I didn't want to scare them. I nod and Chip opens the door. The children flee to the farthest part of the room and huddle together. My heart tightens at the sight and I do my best to stop the shaking in my cold hands.
"I'm here to save you... I want to take you out of this horrible place... do you want to come with me?" The children look to each other and I see fear, hope, and other emotions as they fight with themselves. "Would you feel better if I called the police?" I ask in a gentle voice and many of the children look up in hope.
"You will really call the police? You aren't just saying that?" One small child asks and my heartbreaks. The sun was already rising and I no longer had the cover of the night. Chip sends me a video feed of a man picking up the "Mail" I set out and when I knew he was gone I look back to the small child.
I kneal down so I'm at face level as I pull out my phone. Chip ran a program to cover my real information so the police can never trace the call. I dial the number and put it on speaker so all the children can hear.
"Hello, what is your emergency?" I look at the children and give them a gentle smile. "Yes, I have found something extremely disturbing here and I have found a room of missing children." The children's eyes begin to light up with hope while some cry. The operator freezes but quickly takes charge and only after she says she has troops heading that way do I hang up.
The children smile and say thank you while others cry for their mothers and fathers. I slowly stand and say "I want all of you to stay here so the cops can find you okay?" The kids nod their adorable little heads in agreement as I turn to leave. "Wait! Why are you leaving?" One little boy asks stepping forward.
I reach out and gently touch his head as I say "This big sis killed all the bad guys... the cops will want to arrest me... so I have to go okay?" The little boy frowns and says "But you're a hero... why would they arrest you for killing bad people?" My smile grows and I say "Because killing is bad... no matter what... okay?" The little boys face scrunches up but then nods.
"Don't worry big sis... we will keep your secret. We won't let the police arrest you. To us... you're our hero who killed all the bad guys!" My smile blooms under such pureness and once again I'm happy that I chose this path. The other kids join in with smiles of joy. I return the smile and when Chip says "The police have arrived... it's time to leave."
I nod and say "The police are here so I have to go now... I hope you all find your families again." The kids cheer and I make a quick exit. As the police storm the whole place I made sure Chip left everything unlocked for them as I crept away on the beast. Fatigue pulls at me as I make my way home. This turned out to be a long night...