Three Cigaretts

Ohio is a small place, some parts had cities, but most of the houses were miles away from each other. This was a convenient way to make money by driving a taxi for hours and hours, though it was nothing more than a job to get through school. I am a solitary being, the only interaction I have with others is when I’m out working. I take people where they need to be, and that’s it. Humans are disgusting vile creatures that can do nothing but take and destroy for there own greedy needs. I hope every one of us gets what we deserve, including me.
I came across the most peculiar man driving my taxi one day. He was rather voluptuous. His short brown hair was falling off his scalp. His grey eyes were miserable and lost, he seemed like he was trying to cover up some sort of evil he held deep within his tortured soul. His nose was like a beak rather than a nose, it petruted from his rather flat face a good two inches. His sausage like fingers clasped an ash brief case about a foot long an 8 inches high. His suit had sweat stains lining the collar and dripping down to his chubby chest.
“Where to?” I asked after we sat in silence for a few moments.
“Adelphi” He replied, his voice was raspy. He smoked; there was no doubt in my mind his lungs were laced with tar-like tobacco, digging him into an early grave.
I flipped the rear view mirror to I could look at his disgusting complexion, as I did his grey eyes gazed in the mirror, striking my heart with a sudden realization. It was you. My mind raced thinking of all the things this man had done. HE was the one that raped me. He killed my mother and put a bullet in my sister’s head, keeping her in a vegetated state for the rest of her pathetic life. I had waited for this day to come, though I did not know what to do. His eyes were the key to his vile, pitch black heart. Killing mothers and raping girls no older than twelve was where he found pleasure, nothing else would create such a twinkle in his eyes than killing and raping. The most malicious part of this act was the fact that he had forced me to watch my mother and sister take a single bullet each before he forced himself upon me, violently assaulting me. It was more painful than eating nails for breakfast and tacks for snacks.
“Alright.” I remained calm, acting as oblivious as I could without appearing mundanely quiet. We spoke of the weather and other pitiful things strangers talk about; politics, pets, vacations, even how he experienced car trouble last week.
Car trouble! I stopped the car abruptly, the sudden discontinue oh the motion caused thrust his head forward.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” he snapped. “It figures that I got the worst cab driver possible. Fuck you! I’m leaving.” Leaving meant walking three miles with lungs that can’t breathe to Adelphi.
“Just one second sir.” I let myself out of the yellow car, scampering to the back. There was nothing around for miles accept a tool shed that I knew of. I grabbed a crowbar and waited for him to exit the taxi. A soon as his over sized head was within my swinging range I attacked his with all the force I had in my body.
***
I watched him wake up. Chains held his body three feet off the ground, while nails pierced his hands, arms, legs and the sides of his stomach fat, holding his body to the wall. Blood had just begun to dry when he woke up. I didn’t gag him. I thought about how nice it would be to hear him scream in agony. His eyes peeled open to the sight of me holding a pair of branch trimmers and a bucket that was sealed shut with five holes in the top.
I didn’t say anything before I had started my work. I placed the bucket on the ground and began prying the nails from his plump belly. He screamed, becoming more alert after the first nail was pulled.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME!” He shrieked before I could pull a second nail out.
“My dear,” I began as a grim smile crossed over my face, “I’m torturing you, is that not obvious enough?” he begged and pleaded for me to release him, but the second I touched another nail he shrieked, though no one heard him but me, there wasn’t anyone else around for miles.
I gave up on prying the nails from his skin and grabbed the branch trimmers with my right hand.
“Do you remember me?” I asked not expecting what he would say next.
“Yes” He replied. "I saw it in your eyes, but never did i think i would have ended up like this if i had encountered you once more."
I could not speak. I was in shock due to the fact he remembered me just as well as I remembered him. This did not stop me from continuing what needed to be done.
I took the sheers and expanded the silver end. I placed the cutting end around his chubby right index finger and applied as much force as I possibly could to the back end of the sheers. He let out the largest bellowing scream I have ever heard. His finger hit the ground causing blood to flutter from the amputated end and hit the floor in little bead like droplets. Blood ran down his hand and to his arm, flowing to his elbow eventually hitting the ground, creating a small pond of blood on the wooden floor.
He shrieked.
“Please stop yelling” I assumed he was in a large amount of pain, but nothing like what he had put me through.
He didn’t stop.
“Please,” I swung the gardening tool at his groin. Sure enough he was quiet and red in the face. “stop.”
I proceeded in severing his fingers of one by one. If he decided to let out a yelp or beg for me to stop his genitalia would suffer as much as his hands did. After I clipped his index finger off I was lost. What next? Do I just kill him? I came up with a better solution. I looked at the puddle of blood on the ground and then at the tears on his cheeks.
I severed his bottom lip next.
Another scream. Followed by a moan.
A large flesh colored object hit the floorboards and a fountain of blood came pouring from his face. I picked up the item that had recently fallen on the ground.
“Oh.” I felt like I was going insane. It was… wonderful. “I got your nose.” I demanded he open his mouth and when he refused I took his bottom lip in my hand, which too fell to the floor covered in blood. I looked at my bloody hands and promptly heave his nose into his gaping mouth. I slapped my hand over his mouth.
“Swallow, please.” it was insanity that was taking over my soul. To be honest I loved the feeling of it, more than I loved my family or anything else for that matter.
I moved my hand after he choked on his oversized nose.
“Blleashe’ the man tried to form words with only one lip “jush let meh gho.”
“Could you repeat that?” I snickered. “Or should I take a wild guess at what you’re saying?”
He only struggled to pull the nails from his appendages. There was no answer.
“Christ, don’t act so helpless.” I put down the branch trimmers and selected the bucket as his punishment for acting so damn powerless. “Okay. I’ll relive you from you pain. You’re starting to bore me. There are five rats inside this bucket.” I took off the lid and showed him the beautiful creatures, eyes red and mouths foaming. “If there is and obstacle in their path they are sure to eat there way through it. So that means one of three things will happen to you. Either you get lucky and bleed to death, or the rats eat their way through the bucket and you starve to death, or they’ll eat their way through you.
I placed the bucket against his stomach and began to wrap the tape around his skin and the container. I did this at least five; the rats got into a wild frenzy, clawing at the bucket and his oversized belly.
He hung there, not saying a word, just hanging from the chains with nails in his fat and flesh.
“Good bye” I said as I looked him up and down one last time before leaving. “I hope you think you got what you deserved.”

His body was found three months later.
The killer was never found.