Chapter Text
Prologue
The large room was dark for the most part, the only light a single bulb hanging from a dangling cord from the ceiling and creating a circle of light on the floor. It swayed slightly, side to side, in a gentle rocking motion, from some unseen air current. In the center of the circle lay a man, bound and gagged with duct-tape to a cold metal gurney. It was angled up a bit so that the man was in a reclined position rather than laying flat.
He was a big man, relatively strong with broad shoulders and a faded tan. One could say he was attractive, with a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, but his nose had been broken a few times too many and set poorly. The man’s head lolled to the left, then the right as he started waking up, trying to orient himself. Lanky brown hair fell across hazel eyes. His head felt fuzzy and his mouth tasted of ash. He pulled at his bonds, looking for some give.
He growled low in frustration, the sound echoing in his head. He tried rocking the gurney with no success. The wheels were locked in place and he did not have enough momentum to tip it.
The man stopped struggling and looked around. All he could see was within the small ring of light. The floor was covered in plastic, the edges trailing out beyond the edge of the light.
He also realized he was completely naked. The cold air in the room prickled at his exposed skin.
The man started struggling harder, fear starting to creep into his movements.
“It’s no use, you know,” a cultured voice said from the darkness. “You’re not going to escape.”
The man stopped a moment and looked in the direction of the voice. He tried to say something, but all that came out was muffled sounds.
“What’s that you say? Who am I? What am I doing? Why am I here?” The voice trailed around behind the man, the owner walking in a circle just outside the ring of light.
The man twisted roughly, trying to loosen an arm, a leg, anything that would help him get free. It was no use; he was bound too tightly and too well to get any leverage.
“These are all important questions, but only the last two have any particular bearing on why you’re here. I am here because I am attempting to make the world a better place.” The voice circled around the bound man again. He redoubled his efforts to find a weakness in his bindings, but they held firm.
“And you are here because certain scum need to be cleansed and removed from the face of this planet.” The voice went hard; the words clipped and precise, delivered in an icy tone that made the man’s flesh prickle that much more. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow and into an eye, the salt stinging a bit as he blinked rapidly. He started struggling again.
“Struggle all you like, it’s not going to make a difference. Just like it didn’t for those girls you raped.” The voice stopped in front of the man again. It was hard and cold, sending a shiver down the man’s spine.
The man stopped struggling and looked into the darkness in front of him. He could just make out the outline of a person, a few steps back from the edge of the light.
“Their struggles didn’t stop you. It made you excited, turned you on even more. You don’t seem very excited right now.” The man looked down at his lap to his spread thighs and exposed dick. He looked back up quickly.
“Definitely not excited,” the voice taunted. “A bit shriveled, I’d say.”
The man glared.
“Still a bit of fight in you, hmm? Well, not for much longer.” The voice in the darkness coalesced into the figure of another man. He was tall and slender, dressed all in dark clothing. He wore a heavy apron and a protective shield over his face. In his surgical-gloved hands, he held a scalpel.
The scalpel gleamed in the light.
The man’s eyes widened in fright and started renewing his struggles.
A dark chuckle echoed through the room as the aproned man walked forward.
“We’re just getting started.”