The Feeder by Mandy White Page B

her.”
    “Bullshit. Nice try assfuck. Just fucking admit it!” I swung my foot again, this time connecting with his groin.
    He grunted in pain but still stubbornly shook his head. He swung his free arm again, making a feeble attempt to grab me. That arm might be problematic. It would have to go.
    I went into the other room and turned up the volume on the TV, then strode back into the bathroom, aiming the gun at Camille’s killer. The first shot shattered his elbow, then I moved in and fired another round point-blank into the track-marked inner crook of his arm.
    “Try finding a vein now, you junkie sack of shit!”
    The arm now dangled uselessly with its joint shattered, only skin and connective tissues holding it together. I slipped my knife out of its sheath and removed the arm with a quick slash. Blood gushed from the severed artery, bathing the bathroom in scarlet as Vinnie thrashed and waved the stump of his upper arm at me. A few more swipes with the knife and his already-tattered jeans were in ribbons. I yanked them off and discovered he was naked underneath.
    Huh. I’d had him pegged for the fancy leopard-skin bikini type, not commando. Even easier.
    His legs were still free and he tried to kick at me so I grabbed his severed arm and bitch-slapped him with his own hand.
    “Every part that offends me, I will cut off. Understand?”
    Vinnie nodded. Tears streamed down his face and his eyes bulged from panic. He was afraid for good reason.
    “Admit you killed her! Tell her you’re sorry!” I yelled in his face. I wanted a confession before I ended his miserable life.
    He shook his head and refused to confess. I kicked him in the balls, once, twice, three times.  Damn, that felt good.
    “Confess!” I demanded.
    He had lost control of his bladder while I was kicking him and he was also bleeding from the groin, sitting in a growing puddle of piss and blood.
    Inspiration struck me yet again.
    I reached down and sliced his balls off before he had time to realize what I was doing. He howled when I held the dripping sac in front of his face.
    I rammed the muzzle of the Beretta into his right eye.
    “It’s dinner time, asshole.”
    He shook his head in protest, clamping his lips shut. I pistol-whipped him in the mouth, smashing out his front teeth. I crammed the barrel of the gun into his mouth, using it to pry his jaw open, then shoved his nuts into his mouth. He struggled feebly but weakened from loss of blood, he was losing the ability to fight me.
    “Swallow,” I said, “if you spit it out you die.”
    And damn if he didn’t gulp them right down.
    Obedient little pimp. Too bad he wouldn’t confess. I might have let him live. No, on second thought, I wouldn’t.
    “Hope the LAPD is proud to have a sick murdering bastard on their force. Just wait’ll they hear about you!”
    Vinnie shook his head vigorously.
    “Wasn’t… me,” he choked, “not... cop.”
    “Fucking save it. I’m done listening to your lies!”
    It was time to finish. I sliced off his penis and forced it into his mouth as well.
    “Let’s see how well you can deep-throat, motherfucker! Swallow that cock!”
    Some might assume that inserting a severed penis into a man’s throat would be similar to feeding him a sausage but I can tell you from personal experience, that is not the case. Once that thing is separated from its blood supply it loses any structural integrity it might have had. It was more like feeding him a condom full of peanut butter.
    He started to choke but with a bit of perseverance I managed to get it in there. The fucker kept trying to talk, even as I was shoving his own cock down his throat. He made a garbled noise that sounded like, “Ay-leb. Ay-leb.”
    I’m not sure if Vinnie died from choking on his family jewels, or blood loss from his severed genitals. Of course, it might also have been the entrails that spilled out of his gut onto his mutilated lap when I made the final vertical slice from his pubic hair