Rented shed, alone in the clearing, Isolated, a lone sad soul. Perfect.

Strapped tightly to a table, Mouth unhindered.

He wants to hear the screams.

First a toe, clipped, so smoothly,

Another toe. Tied, minimal blood loss.

Guilt thwarted as he stares.

Photo is all he has; his wife and daughter.

A reminder during cries from a deserving sinner.

The week passes quickly and slowly, Depending on perspective.

Digits succinctly, suavely removed.

A foot, another. Served as a gruesome feed.

Adrenaline injections, the torture lasts.

Blood smatters the dirty tools, An antibiotic drip ensures survival.

Drops of water, flesh sustenance.

Vomiting. Crimson stains darken.

Thinning, weakening, pleading.

Blonde hair flowing by the sea, Smiles in better times.

A family ripped apart to please;

The sick depravities of the chained monster.

Only a scarlet speckled picture remains.

Arms, thigh with vegetables and parsley jus.

Good chefs serve all dishes well. Vengeance decayed his life, career, home,

It is all that is left.

Pitiful torso, knife in the spine, head on a stick.

Adrenaline, antibiotics, tight tourniquets.

No one enters the private land, Security and warnings, far from humanity.

The gun brings him home.

The monster lies, prolonged suffering.

Deserving.