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"Don't worry, we won't be staying long. We're just here to make sure you don't hurt your granddaughters anymore." D smiled as he watched what Jessica would do.
The confusion in the man's eyes turned to fear as Jessica looked around her. "Best to move him to the floor. Nothing to tie him to up here." She reached out without hesitating and pulled the man off the bed, smiling as he slammed to the floor. "Much better."
D smiled, glad Jessica seemed to be handling this okay. There were no signs of nervousness, though he was sure she was feeling plenty of it.
Jessica got on her knees and started to tug the boxers off the man's legs.
A whoosh of air came from his mouth, sounding like a moan, causing Jessica to pause.
"That can happen. The medication paralyzes them and keeps them from talking, but some can manage a cry or gasp. It's never much." He smiled at the man. "Don't worry, it only lasts a little while. You can still feel the pain through it all, and that is the important part."
Jessica laughed. "You're horrible, but right. I guess this pain is nothing like the pain his granddaughters felt." She had his boxers off and pushed his legs apart. "Okay, first string, right?"
D nodded. "You'll want it tight enough to be uncomfortable."
Another rush of air came from the man.
Jessica ignored it this time as she tied the string around the man's cock and balls. Once that was done, she pulled out her knife. She glanced at D for a second, then pulled the string tight with one and cut with the other. It must have been harder than she'd expected, as she didn't get clean through the first time, but by the second attempt the man's cock and balls came away from his body.
"Okay, there will be a lot of blood, but you've got to get that tube in first." D watched as she worked, proud of how in control she was.
She struggled a little with the placement of the tubing, but that was normal. It took time to learn where it went, and depending on the person and the cut, it wasn't always obvious. She finally got it in and reached for the torch. Within seconds, she was cauterizing the area, keeping the man from bleeding to death.
"Perfect," D said proudly.
"Now to tie him up." She glanced up to look at the man. "Is he crying?"
D shrugged. "Normal reaction from the pain and trauma. Some do, some don't."
"Interesting." Jessica smiled as she used the zip ties to secure him to the bedframe. "Okay, clean up the mess." She followed the steps he'd taught her before glancing at him. "You have the evidence?"
"Yep, right here." He set it on the dresser away from where the man could possibly reach.
Jessica stood and smiled down at the man. "You know, we should kill you for what you put those girls through. I hope you suffer the rest of your life in pain, because I know they will." She turned away, nodding to D. "I'm ready."
D turned off the lamp and followed her out of the room. Once at the door, he paused. "Again, check for people and lights before stepping out of the shadows." He made his way outside, watching everything around him, listening to every sound. Memories of being arrested flowed through his mind, but he forced those away. It wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't let it.
Jessica stood by him and nodded, implying she thought it was safe to go.
D agreed, nodding back, stepping out of the shadows, and walking casually to the sidewalk as he slowly lifted his mask up from his face, tucking it under the hoodie.
Jessica did the same, staying by his side until they got to the back of the car and both got inside.
"Fuck that was crazy." She smiled at him.
He saw the signs of her being high on adrenaline. "You did great. Now you can either sit here and text them that we're out, and call the police or you can pull away and pull over in a few blocks. The choice is yours."
Without a word, she started the car and pulled away.
D relaxed, his heart racing just like it always did as he left a sting. He loved this work, and no matter the risks, he would continue to do it as long as he was able.
Jessica blew out a loud breath. "That was amazing. I can see what you mean when you talk about needing a way to decompress after. I feel high."
D smiled. "It eases a bit, but the rush is always there. You did great. I'm proud of you."
"I was honestly worried I couldn't do it, but it was so simple. I just thought of those girls and had no problem cutting his cock off. Tell me you follow up on all this after."
"We follow the court case and conviction. We also pay attention to when they are paroled back into the community." D glanced out the window. "We're far enough. You need to call the police. You can't leave him too long or the medicine wears off and there's a risk they could escape."
