I just couldn't resist. I love the scene of the creep getting what was coming for him, but there wasn't much suffering at all, not enough fear for us to revel in. This is how I reimagined it.
Nick Blaine waited outside the restaurant with Joseph Lawrence as the Guardians dragged Warren Putnam out of the building and forced him on his knees before the two Commanders. His only hand catching him from falling on his face.
"Lawrence?" Putnam looked up at the man who looked down at him with disdain.
But it was Nick who answered, "The High Criminal Court of Gilead in a special overnight session found you, Commander Putnam, guilty of apostacy. Sins of the flesh." His voice was cold and emotionless as he stared at Warren.
"That's insanity." Warren exclaimed indignantly. "For what?" He demanded as he tried to stand up, only to be pushed back down on his knees by the two Guardians.
"The rape of unassigned property." Lawrence coolly answered. Though internally, he was delighting in this moment. He never liked Putnam and how the arrogant man undermined his New Bethlehem project.
"She's my Handmaid! She belongs to me!" Putnam emphasized, trying to get his point across as he glared up at his fellow Commanders.
"The Eyes of the Lord are everywhere." Joseph stated as the corner of his mouth quirked up for a moment. "To keep watch on the wicked, and the good." He glanced at Nick, telling him it was time.
Nick pulled out a gun from behind his back and aimed the gun at him.
"But I have a baby on the way." Warren tried to plead his case. There was no way they can leave his children fatherless.
Nick lowered his gun after a moment, making Warren sigh in relief. But that went away along with something else.
BANG!
White hot pain coursed through his body as the bullet shot through him, directly through his nether region. He screamed in pain as he fell to his side. His only hand pressed in between his legs as blood spilled out. "You shot my dick off! You fucking shot my dick off!" He screamed in horror and agony as he withed on the ground for all to see.
Everyone winced in disgust and some imagined pain when they saw where he was bleeding out from. The way he wriggled like a worm was horrible to watch, but they just couldn't look away.
"Sorry, looks like I missed." Nick coldly said as he holstered his gun.
"Really?" Joseph asked incredulously. Though honestly, this was just too perfect and poetic. The bastard's sorry excuse for a dick got him in trouble twice.
"I didn't want to explain to my wife why there was blood on my face." Nick shrugged as they watched Warren cry inhumanly as his wife Naomi came to his side, not knowing what else to do as he bled out from what was once his manhood.
"Lawrence, Blaine...you sons of bitches! You'll burn in hell for this!" Warren glared furiously up at them, sweating and breathing heavily.
"We'll meet you there." Joseph quipped since he knew that's where he's gonna end up.
"Wait until he bleeds to death and then hang him on the Wall." Nick ordered the Guardians and Eyes as he and Lawrence walked away like bosses.
"That's single-handedly the worst way for a man to go." Joseph stated as though he was talking about the weather.
"That wasn't a real man." Nick responded as the listened to Putnam cry for all to hear.
He was hung up on the Wall as ordered, blood poured down his pants and onto the ground for the Handmaids to see. The way he died filled each of them with joy, especially Janine, the mother of his daughter. Though honestly, she wished she could've watched his demise with Esther. She was the last to follow her sisters as Aunt Lydia led them back to the Red Center for warm milk.
"By His hand." Janine whispered as a relieved smile came onto her face as Putnam's dead body swayed in the wind.