Mental
By John A. Sturgeon
They say that I am mad yet is anyone truly what we call sane? I think not and I believe I have merely done what almost all of us think about at one time or another. True, I did break one of he laws which is held most sacred but I believe if the system we use for law was correct I would not have had to commit my crime of passion and get vengeance by serving true justice and killing that man who I believe is the spawn of maggots.
I took a long time in preparation and planning of my act of revenge. I
Also spent a small fortune on the supplies but it was worth it I tell you to see that man, the man who destroyed my life in agony suffering for his sins. I’m sure you would like to know what could be so great as to cause this act of revenge so allow me to tell you the whole story from the beginning.
I was not so demented before he did this. But one day I came home and was attacked by an intruder. After he attacked me I was bound and gagged before he took me into my bedroom where to my alarm I found my wife tied up and disrobed, tears streaming down her cheeks, blood on her bosom. I tried to break the ropes holding me as hard as I could but my attempts were in vain and I could do nothing but watch as he raped then killed my beloved before attempting to end my life.
This was years ago, a decade to be exact. Over the years I gathered my supplies, built two chambers, and made a few machines just to be able to do my plan correctly. It was fairly easy to create the devices and build the cells but a few of the supplies like tarantula hairs and gallons of sulfuric acid were rather hard to obtain, but in due time I had all of the ingredients to this plan and was able to track down the man who has killed the woman who meant everything to me then I set my plan to work and did what I had fantasized of doing millions of times.
For those of you with a weak stomach or a soft heart I shall do you the favor of not going into gory detail of my slow torture of that foul man but lets merely say this. When I was finished he was nothing but a pile of sludge (or so I thought). But I had everything that could be used as evidence destroyed with one of my inventions which was a steel rod with a sharp end slicing through the support beams of the underground lair which was used for area in which I gained my revenge.
Right now I would be at home enjoying some wine if not for somebody thinking their were dinosaur bones in the area I had caved in to destroy the evidence. Because they found my fingerprints on a Plexiglas wall that I had used in the making of the cells I am in the a room of an insane asylum looking at a picture of my late wife and holding a crudely made blade to my throat. Goodbye cruel world and all who inhabit it!
The End