Chapter 22 Sick and Twisted (2/2)

Making their way back through the garbage, Laz glanced over and noticed some wires running from Joey's computer to the bedroom. Since the area around the computer was the clearest, the wires running along the floor were very obvious.

Tony noticed them too, but he didn't say anything and just lead kept moving.

Coming to the bead curtain that separated the two rooms, Tony moved it aside and walked in first. Laz hesitated for a moment before following him, bracing himself.

He was glad he did.

The room was pretty clear overall, minus the large bed in the middle. On the wall opposite of the window, dozens of curious things were hanging on pegs and hooks. Although Laz didn't recognize a good portion of them, he could tell that some were paddles and whips, straps and even what looked to be a bamboo stick. Quite a few were also laying on the floor with visible bloodstains on them. It seems like the ones on the floor had been used recently. Tony was standing in front of the bed and walked over to a small table near the headboard, looking at the small bags sitting there.

As Laz walked over and looked, he noticed the woman who was laying there seemed to be sleeping. The foot and arm straps that ran from the bottom of the bed to the top were sitting off to the side, her hands and feet were bound together, but the only thing holding her to the bed was a chain that had locked her in place with a leather collar.

Her face was bruised and bloody almost beyond recognition. Many different bruises and cuts ran the full length of her almost naked body, some looked like they were arranged in a pattern. The marks around her wrists and ankles showed that she was tightly bound most of the time and had fought against it, but to no avail. Her full breasts showed various signs of bite marks, cuts, bruising and even blackened spots.

The scene was absolutely horrible. Laz could only feel somewhat reassured by the fact that it appeared like she still had underwear on, otherwise it would be hard to even associate her with a young woman. This was his thought at least until he looked closer, realizing that the underwear looked strange.

Tony glanced back for a moment after looking around and noticed Laz's gaze.

”It's an adult diaper.”

”A what??” Laz was slightly confused. Why would she need to wear a diaper?

”His goal is more than just pain or sex. He wasn't just raping her, he was breaking her. He wasn't even going to let her feel like a human. That's some fucked up shit for sure.”

Laz's mind went blank. He could imagine a lot of things, but not this. This didn't even enter into his thoughts as a possible thing, much less actually witnessing it. Laz almost couldn't process it.

”Hey, Skull, come here for a moment,” Tony called, waving Laz over while pointing at his mask.

Laz walked over and shook his head, clearing his thoughts. A few days ago, this would have seemed like a nightmare, now it just seemed sick and twisted.

”What's up Clown?” Taking the signal from Tony, he knew not to use a name.

”Looks like we got a crowd. Want to say hi?” Tony laughed a bit while looking at the camera set up. He had figured out pretty quickly that Joey had been broadcasting this and there were people watching the whole time.

He had seen these kinds of things before, this one could even be considered somewhat tame.

As Laz got close to the camera, he started to get more and more pissed. He wasn't that pissed off about the girl he didn't even know, but he couldn't help feeling pissed off at these couch perverts who would get off on other people's suffering.

He felt like they were nothing more than cowards.

Lowering his voice, he directly got his face in front of the camera, thankful he had the ski mask on. He didn't know it, but his bright blue eyes inside the white skull mask made for an unforgettable scene.

”You fucking cowards have a good time, eh? Your hands spent the last few days on your tiny dicks since none of you would ever have company? Good for you. You little pricks are getting off easy. But for the shit head who did this? Next time you see his face will be in an obituary. Say your prayers for him to whatever fucked up god you pray to, cause I'm going to make sure he doesn't leave here alive.”

For those watching, many could not help but shiver. They weren't scared by the words of this young man, they were scared because as they were watching, his eyes went from a deep, clear blue to a powerful, brilliant red.

The last thought they had after Laz backed away and Tony aimed the gun at the camera was: 'Was this the look of a demon?'

A bright flash and muffled bang would be their only answer.