The family that preys together…- 25

“Where should we start brother mine?” Bryant looked at Crispin and then the nude back of their prey. The man was suspended from a hook in the basement ceiling as was the usual with most of their victims. However this time they had tied ropes to his ankles as well, anchoring them to the floor so that he wouldn’t rotate while Bryant played his game.

“Start at the beginning, go on to the end, and then stop.”

“This is the beginning?” Bryant smiled as he touched the bottom of the man’s spine with edge of his knife.

“I’d say so.” Crispin stood to one side, watching. “If I remember correctly, severing his spine there will affect bowel and bladder activity and whether he can get an erection.”

“Sounds good to me.” He carefully, almost gently cut through the skin and severed the spine, his knife so wickedly sharp that for a moment the man didn’t think anything had happened. Then he gasped as the pain from the slicing of the flesh hit.

“That would certainly make him somewhat handicapped,” Crispin declared, “but hardly enough that he’d need to use a handicapped space. Perhaps higher?”

Bryant ran the back of the blade up, counting under his breath. “Here,” he said. “It should leave him a paraplegic. Then he could justify parking where he did.”

“Please,” the man blubbered, tears streaming down his face. “I’ll never do that again, I swear. I was just in a hurry. It was a mistake. A mistake.”

Crispin moved to stand in front of him, gripping his chin in one hand. “You’re right; you won’t ever do that again.” He nodded to his brother and once again the knife did its work. This time the man screamed, not so much from the pain but from the terror of what they were doing to him.

“Paraplegic, not the best way to live but he’ll have the use of his upper body and could still drive if he can afford to have that junker modified.” Crispin released his hold on the man and stepped behind him, tapping his spine a couple of inches below the base of his neck. “Here and he’ll be completely immobile from the neck down.”

“No!”

“Yes.” Bryant’s cut this time was sharp and swift.

The man passed out.

“No staying power, honestly,” Bryant said in disgust as he cut the ropes holding the man.

Crispin nodded in agreement. “Finish it and let’s get him back where we found him.”