Unapologize

By: PricklySare

A/N: Hey ladies! After fifty-three chapters you know the drill. Now, I need to include a fairly large warning for this chapter. It's violent, gruesome, and if you can't handle torture, foul language, and blood...then how have you made it this far in the story? LOL. Anyway, it's an intensely violent chapter.

Thanks Stayce for everything, and thanks to everyone who has stuck with me through this story. We're almost done!

Sare

Chapter Fifty-Three: Tracto's End is Near

Tracto's POV

I deplored filth, the same way I abhorred people whose only function in life was to exist in mediocrity while pushing out children with some insignificant man. Since Nychta had defected and embraced someone so unworthy of him, I'd been forced to deal with the dregs of society, the sewer slime that walked around masquerading as human beings. I crinkled my nose in disdain. Vile creatures.

The apartment I was sitting in was one step up from the fucking dump, and I was stuck, cooling my heels, waiting for that disgrace of a minion that called himself a cop. He was no more a cop than I was a Trenton hooker. His badge was provided for him, the same way his life was. At my discretion. Lucky for me, I was finished with him, and the only remaining business I had was the termination of his...contract.

My finger caressed the trigger on the nail gun I'd brought with me. It was so much easier to deal with an unwanted pest when you had the advantage of portable power tools. When the door opened I smiled to myself and stepped out from my spot in the dinning room. "Hello, Officer," I said, the nail gun pointed directly at his crotch.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked. Fear radiated from him in thick waves, and I felt my panties get wet.

"I hear you've been talking." I advanced on him, backing him toward a wall.

"I ain't said nothing."

"Don't lie to me!" I modulated my voice and continued, "You're going to tell me everything you told that tramp and the men she's blowing." Recognition was clear on his face, and with it, the realization that he was going to die. His eyes shifted from side to side, and I took another step toward him, my finger on the trigger, itching to add just the slightest of pressure.

"I swear, I didn't say nothing!"

"Anything. You didn't say anything. Is English that fucking hard for you, you worthless piece of shit?"

His eyes were wide, and he took another step back, bumping into the wall. "Don't kill me. Please, please don't kill me. They promised to protect me. They promised!"

"Nobody can protect you from me, you maggot. Nobody. Especially not that fucking cunt.

"Now, tell me what you told them, and I will make your death painless. Keep dicking around, and I'll make sure you die slowly."

Uncertainty crossed his face, and I indicated the nail gun in my hand. It was still pointed at his crotch, and I was getting horny thinking about the pain I was going to inflict on him. His forehead broke out in a sweat, and I smiled when a spot appeared on the front of his pants.

"Awww, poor little fuck-up just wet himself. Guess you aren't man enough to need your cock, so I'll just fix that for you." I shot a nail directly through his testicles and into the wall behind him. His screams bounced off the walls, and I let out a laugh.

Blood was mixing with the urine that stained his pants, and he was gasping for air. I stepped closer. "It doesn't matter what you told them, they'll never catch me. I will destroy her, simply because he chose her over me, and became weak. They'll never be the wiser. I'm too smart for them.

"You know, I've been wanting to kill you for a while. I knew you were a fuck-up, but I still had use for you," I said as I shot another nail into him, this time into his left foot.

My phone announced an incoming text message, and I walked over to the counter to pick it up. "Well, if it isn't the stupid bitch. Isn't that sweet, the skank wants to meet up tomorrow for some girl time."

The imbecile I'd had to lower myself to hire, remained silent. His eyes pain filled and wet. Tears streaked down his face, mixing with the snot dripping from his broken, bulbous nose. Apparently he'd managed to piss off someone else before he'd walked into his apartment. Too bad for him, he'd be getting a lot worse than a broken nose from me.

I responded, Love to. When and where? What I'd really love to do was drink in her pain over the death of Nychta. I knew they'd received the papers notifying them of his status of Killed in Action, because they'd verified them. I wondered if she'd cried herself to sleep, knowing she'd never be able to wrap her arms around him again.

She responded quickly, wasn't that sweet? She was anxiously waiting for my response. Fucking needy bitch. She wanted to meet at the Rangeman lobby at noon, did she. I could give her that. I'd been wanting to get inside there. Maybe I could convince her to give me the grand tour, since that worthless cock, Hades hadn't done it yet.

Noon. See you then, I responded.

"You know... I really can't stand that baby factory," I said as I shot another nail into his body. This time pinning his right hand to the wall.

"It's a shame Nychta didn't make it out of Mexico, not that he'd had a chance in hell, but I would have loved to have seen his reaction when I finally destroy her." There was energy running through my body, like I'd swallowed lightning and it was looking for an outlet.

"You're being too quiet... Are you too pathetic to even carry on a conversation?" Why was it that no one understood my brilliance? Or those who did were too incompetent to handle it? Now the energy was drawing my nerves tight, and anger was beginning to boil in my veins. I could feel his eyes on me. Pleading with me, begging. What was wrong with men these days? Were they breast fed too long, and because of that not capable of dealing with the least little pain?

"Damn you, you worthless piece of maggot jizz, stop staring at me! You're not worthy to be in my presence, let alone touching me with your eyes!"

"You fucking bitch! You wouldn't be so big without that nailgun."

I stomped closer to him, and he took a swing at me, his hand glancing off my shoulder. I added two more nails, enjoying his screams as they embedded in his right foot, his left hand.

His body was fully pinned, and I felt powerful and in control again. I'd had fantasies of cutting his tongue out, enjoying the feeling of his blood as it rolled down my skin. "Well, scum," I said, tapping a long fingernail to his cheek, before scratching deep into his skin. "I'm going to slice your tongue out...then I think I'll enjoy watching you eat it."

He spit in my face, a long, foul smelling glob running off my nose. Rage rushed through me and I stepped back. I wasn't going to touch him, not with my hands. Not again.

I walked into the poor excuse for a kitchen, and shuddered at the sight of dirty dishes overflowing from the sink. There were probably roaches running around like they owned the place. Ugh!

"Where do you keep your knives?" I called out of the kitchen. There was silence from the other room, and I sighed. Men were so pathetic now days. I bet that little Jezebel would show more strength than that slug hanging from the wall.

Grabbing a dirty knife from the sink, and a pair of tongs, I strolled back out to where the fat tub of lard was waiting for me. "Okay, fatass, this has been fun, but I'm getting bored and there are other things I need to be doing. I'm just going to make this quick, and painful."

His mouth was already open, his breathing labored, I grabbed his slimy tongue with the tips of the tongs and stretched it out. His eyes widened, and he started shaking his head, trying to pull his tongue back inside his large trap. "Stop that! Be a man for once in your life and take your punishment."

As I brought the food crusted knife to his outstretched tongue tears leaked from his now swollen eyes, and he started screaming. Nychta would never be whiny enough to cry. He'd never show weakness like this. Or, at least he wouldn't have before that fucking baby mill got her claws into him. With vicious intent I began sawing back and forth across his tongue, slowly cutting through the muscle. His screams were rough, the pain, and the blood that was sliding down his throat making him gag. After the first couple of swipes, his screams turned to whimpers before the shock his body was in ended even those. Blessed silence filled the apartment as his body sagged against the nails holding him in place.

I was careful to not get his warm blood on my clothes, though it did drip down the handle onto my hand. The sticky wetness reminded me of my cum covering my thighs whenever Nychta was between them.

I smacked his cheek a few times to bring him around once his tongue was gone. "It's time to open your eyes, fucker. I've got to be going, and I want to make sure you eat before I leave you." I shoved the tongue into his mouth and said, "Now, it's not a donut, but it will have to do. Chew it like the blimp you are." I looked at my watch. Good, I hadn't taken more than an hour. It was time to get moving.

"I'm going to leave you now," I said walking into the kitchen to rinse the blood from my hands. "I've got a date with another loser. I should get to kill him shortly," I called over the running water. When I walked back out, the weak piece of flesh that had wasted his life on being nothing but a fat slob, was unconscious. I picked up the nail gun and shot two nails into his head, my job completed. I walked out of his apartment, my possessions in hand, and never looked back.

Hours later I was sitting at my desk, crystal glass of cognac in hand, when I checked my email. There was a message waiting from Marissa's boyfriend. "What the fuck do you want, you cocksucker?" I wondered out loud. Clicking on the subject I began to read.

Looks like there is a big secret here at work, and the stupid bitch and her fucking puppies are playing everyone for fools. They all think they're smarter than me, they haven't figured out yet that I've got access to all their communications as well as the power to override the cameras.

I've sent you a video that I found... interesting. Maybe we can fuck to it later.

I clicked on the video file and felt anger boil inside of me. "No fucking way! God damn sonofabitch!" My glass went flying across the room, shattering against the wall. It wasn't possible, there was no way that Nychta had made it out of Mexico. No possible way. He was dead. He had to be.

I enlarged the video and continued watching while he and that worthless piece of ass fucked against a wall. Her cries echoed in what appeared to be a gym. I dug my nails into the palms of my hands, drawing blood, while she tangled her hands in his hair, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

His face was buried in her hair as he was pounding into her. I turned the volume up, needing to hear every sound. "God, Babe, I love you. You're mine... Mine."

"Fuck, Carlos, yes, yes, I love you...I'm... yours."

Her left hand moved down his naked back and the light caught on a huge diamond ring. "Nooooo!" Everything except for my computer was sent crashing off the desk. My eyes never left the monitor and I saw and heard everything.

I continued to listen, the anger boiling hotter and hotter inside me. I was going to kill her, rip her apart and make him watch. He'd never said those words to me. The way he treated her...dammit, I was better than her. I was the best, he was the best...together we would have been everything.

Tomorrow at noon, the game was done. I was going to finish her off. No fucking skank ass little whore was going to get the better of me. Nychta was going to wish he'd never laid eyes on that fucking cunt. I was going to enjoy making him watch while his life was destroyed...completely this time.

Somehow he'd managed to get back to the States, alive, but this time I'd make sure he didn't see another sunset. He'd managed to get around my carefully laid plans, and that couldn't go unpunished. What he'd experienced in Mexico was nothing compared to what I was going to do to him.

As they slid down the wall into a heap of limbs, I unclenched my fists and began to plan. Nobody outwitted me and got away with it. Nobody.

At exactly noon the next day I walked into the lobby of Nychta's company, a company I'd already decided would be the next thing to go once I got rid of little Miss Fuck Me Against the Wall. I had a happy smile on my face, knowing that I was in control, and the little twat had no idea what was coming.

I gave a cheery wave of my hand when she stepped off the elevator and walked toward me. When she reached me her eyes were bright and shiny, happiness apparently, and she leaned in to air kiss my cheek. I closed my eyes and pictured her broken and bloody. "I'm really not sorry to have to do this to you...Tracto," she said, and there was a loud bzzt, a harsh jolt ran through my body, and I knew...the fucking whore had stunned me.