Chapter 10

The father struggled to get free, but failed like the rest. He had hatred in his eyes. Watson took pleasure in this.

Watson: "I do hope you like blades! You do work with them right?"

He grabbed a saw from behind the father. The mother was crying and so was the sister. Alex had shut his eyes and flinched when the saw started spinning up.

Watson: "How about we start with the hands!"

Watson then put the saw above the fathers right hand and went down. The saw had no trouble cutting into his flesh. Sounds of flesh tearing and bones being cut filled the room. The The man's hand fell to the floor. Blood was now spitting out from where his hand used to be.

The father was now screaming from behind his tape. And Watson spun the saw up again, but this time over his left hand. The sounds filled the room again, with more than one person's screams filling with it. Once done he tossed the saw to the side.

Watson: "You can't die on me just yet old man."

Watson pulled out a syringe filled with a fluid. He stabbed and injected it into the father. Then Watson went behind the dad's chair. After a few seconds he came back in front of him. The father started to cry tears as fear consumed him. Watson was carrying a blow torch. He then turned it on.

The area around him got brighter from the flames. And slowly, he inched towards the dad. Once close enough to his chest, the fire started to burn his clothes. Then he screamed loudly. Burning flesh filled the room again. It was sickening. The fathers chest was being burned apart, where the heart is. He struggled, but still the fire burned into him.

Eventually he stopped moving against his bonds and slumped. Watson turned the torch off. A hole was now buried in his chest and a chunk of his heart was gone. He was finally dead.

Watson: "Hmm... Who to do next? Maybe you!"

He pointed at the second sister.