Friday, January 3, 2014

Memoirs of a Madman, part 5, a 100 word story

Timothy was a psychopath I worked with for a while. His impulsiveness had caught the attention of the police, he left too many clues. I even tried to teach him how to clean up when finished.

I modified a large vice with a steel bowl so as to hold the top of his head and a chin cup on the other side of the vice. I meant to fully enjoy this. He flailed and screamed through the mess as his teeth imploded into his jaws. He was alive when his eyes popped in the sockets. He died shortly after that.

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