“Nhi Avantika! Imagine! Imagine the pain those women, those innocent girls, barely in their twenties, working and living for their old and ailing parents must have felt when this bloody killer raped them and severed them alive. Imagine the pain their parents must have gone through and will go through all their lives imagining their daughter in the condition they found when they returned home one normal evening. Baaki ki puri life wo apni beti mai unn tukdo mai yaad rakhenge. Do you think such a plain simple death would appease their crying hearts?”

He said and looked at all three of them. Avantika took a step forward and stood beside him.

“I'm with you sir. I believe in you. Whatever you do.”

She said and slipped her hand into his not caring about anything else. He smiled slightly and squeezed her hand before looking at the other two.

Aastha too nodded and slowly a smirk formed on her face.

“Let's make him feel what he inflicted upon those girls.”

“I still don't -”

“Khushal!”

Aastha called his name and he stopped. She showed him her eyes and he immediately stood beside him indicating silent support making Avantika laugh.

“I like this side of you sir.”

“Shut up!”

He grumbled, making all of them laugh.

“But seriously! How will we handle the media and the law?”

“We'll release a statement telling we know who the killer is with all the proofs and a few days later, we release another statement that the killer was found murdered brutally at his residence.”

Prakhar smirked making all of them nod. An hour later, Prakhar entered the basement making Prashant groan.

“Prakhar! Ye kya kr rha hai tu? I'm your brother! Open me up!”

Prakhar showed no reaction to his shouts and yells.

“You want that girl! Take her! Tere liye itna toh kr skta hu mai.”

He said with a smirk and Prakhar clenched his fists. Just some more time and this smirk would vanish. He would be punished for his crimes.

He had all the things ready to start the torture and was waiting for Khushal. He wanted to participate.

But when the door opened, Avantika and Aastha entered. He heard Prashant snicker.

“You're the best brother! You got me another one. Chal isko tere liye chhoda, give her to me!”

This disgusting piece of shit still had the audacity to demand such a thing even after being tied up.

“Rassi jal gyi lekin bal nhi gaya. Jaha bandha hua hai waha se hil bhi nhi skta tu. Kya krega haan! In some time you'll be begging for death.”

Aastha yelled, making him look at her lustfully.

“What are you guys doing here? Didn't you say you won't enter?”

Prakhar asked specifically from Avantika. He knew she was a little soft hearted.

“No sir! We want to enjoy the show. Popcorn bhi laaye hai hum.”

Aastha grinned and Avantika nodded with a determined glint in her eyes. Prakhar walked towards them and said.

“It's going to be horrific. Seing dead bodies and seeing how those dead bodies were made are two different things.”

“We know sir! We're also trained officers.”

Avantika said softly and he gave her a look.

“Training aur reality mai bhut farak hai. Promise me you'll leave the moment you feel like it's too much for you to bear.”

“Sir-”

“Promise me Avantika!”

She nodded and they heard Prashant's dirty voice again.

“Ahh Avantika! Such a sexy name for that sexy little body. Too bad you're already taken. Koi aur hota toh mai nhi chhodta. But you're my brother's woman. Sad! I really loved that little mole on your lower back though.”

He commented and Avantika's blood ran cold. She looked at Prakhar wide eyed as if silently asking him how he knew it.

He said he reached on time. Prakhar understood her fear and cupped her face.

“Look at me! Trust me Avantika. I was there on time. Nothing happened. I promise.”

She took a deep breath and nodded.

Khushal came in and they started.

EXTREMELY DISTURBING CONTENT. MENTIONS OF TORTURE

Wordlessly, Prakhar picked up a pair of scissors and held the hem of his shirt. 

“Prakhar! Kya kr rha hai tu?!”

Prashant thrashed and tried to avoid but he had no way to run. His hands and legs were tied tight. Prakhar cut his tshirt the way he had seen Avantika's when he reached. His eyes blazing with me undefined anger.

Khushal too helped and they shredded his pants and boxers leaving him stark naked. He looked at Prakhar in anger and tried to hide himself but in vain.

His face got red with humiliation because Aastha was continuously smirking at him.

“Prakhar!”

He groaned angrily in a low menacing voice.

“Kya hua? Bhut kuch krna chah rha tha tu toh? Itne mai hi sharma gaya?”

Aastha commented and snickered actually enjoying her popcorn.

“Now do you realise how those innocent girls would have felt being held down at someone mercy like this?”

Khushal spat out and then Prakhar stepped in.

“You know how a woman feels when someone forces themselves upon her. When she is raped. When her insides are clawed for someone's momentary sadistic pleasure? You know how she feels? How much pain she endures? You know how much? THIS MUCH!”

He yelled and in a swift flick of the tool he held, castrated Prashant who let out a ear piercing scream.

Avantika closed her eyes in satisfaction. A tear of acknowledgement of the pain the women suffered at this monster’s hand leaked from her eye. 

Prashant fainted after screaming for a while.

“Ye toh bata hi chui mui hai.”

Aastha commented and Khushal picked up the bucket of boiling hot water they had ready for this purpose and threw it straight on the newly severed area making Prashant yell in pain again.

“Why? Why would you do this?”

He asked panting heavily. The pain was too much for the monster to bear.

He got no reply.

“Kill me! Just kill me now! There's no point of living now.”

“Aww! You're little manhood is gone!”

Aastha commented again and this time Avantika yelled. 

“You were never a man you monster!”

Prashant's head hung low in shame and pain.