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Had you not been such a selfish cunt when I messaged you, you might have your leg. Now you don’t. It’s mine now.”
         “Please stop this! Please!”
         “Well, you still have another leg. We need to even it out,” he said as he turned the saw back on and sliced through her other leg. She screamed once again as he forced the blade through and removed her lower leg, once again cauterizing the wound. He reached down and undid the cuffs on her severed ankles and tossed the limbs aside. Jenny writhed and cried as he looked down at her.
         “You were once so beautiful Jenny. Such a perfect little body,” he said as he lifted her shirt and began feeling her stomach, running his bloody fingers along her waist and chest. He grabbed a scissors and cut her shirt off exposing her breasts. He ran his hands around them, and squeezed as she tried to pull away. Tears ran down her face as Rodney wondered where that pretty smile was he’d seen in her pictures.
         “See? You’re beautiful on the outside, but ugly on the inside. But we can fix that.” He reached up with the scissors and thrust it into her eye socket. She screamed and bucked against him, but he was too strong and too heavy. He wiggled the scissors as her eye socket made a sucking, squishing sound as her eyeball finally popped out of her head. She screamed and wailed to the point he thought his eardrums would burst. He lifted the eyeball and used the scissors to cut away the optical nerve and held the eye up to her good eye.
         “Looky there. Just like having a baby. I even had to cut the cord. I would cut out the other one, but I want you to see everything I’m about to do to you.”
         “Just kill me. Please? I can’t go home now. I can’t work. I’m no good for anything. Just kill me.”
         “Oh, I will kill you. You can be certain of that my dear. It will be when I’m ready though. Like I said, you need to be taught a lesson. Maybe once I’m done with you, I’ll take some pictures of your rotting corpse and put the up on Backtrack for the world to see. That might be fun.”
         Her sobs grew louder.
         “You’re sick! You’re fuckin’ sick! I’m glad I was rude to you. I was right to be. You’re a sick, creepy asshole! I bet you got a tiny little dick too!” She screamed.
         He tried to hold in his anger, but it was so hard when a piece of trash like her was shooting off at the mouth. He unloaded more punches in her face. Her nose crunched beneath his first on the first blow. After the third, he felt teeth breaking away in her mouth. She even began to gag on some of them. He stopped punching as she coughed and spit her busted teeth out of her mouth. They were covered in blood. She tried talking again, but it just came out as gibberish.
         “See? See what being rude gets you?” He picked up the saw once again. “Now, where was I?”
     

Chapter 4
     
         Abbie sat in her office, staring at the clock. It was only three in the afternoon, yet she felt like she’d been at work for twelve hours. It was hard to believe how badly she’d wanted the job as a mortgage processor at the bank. While it paid well, it was an incredibly mind numbing job. She’d gotten most of her work done for the day, now it was just killing time. She logged onto her Backtrack account just to waste time.
         Social media wasn’t a huge thing for her. She’d actually just gotten back on the whole social media thing. Her ex-husband had talked her into getting a joint Backtack account when they were together. That was a big, fat mistake. She never quite understood why people would get those unless as a couple you had serious control issues and insecurities. Any time one of her guy friends or even a co-worker would message her, Drake would lose his shit. It got old fast. He had a whole list of problems, but that was a big one. The final straw came when he decided he had the right to go