Payback' s a bitch

I reached up and took the phone off of the hook, turning on my cell phone in case my fiance had to get ahold of me.

The next morning, I hauled my blurry eyed butt out of bed and just stared at the wall. The door opened, my fiance had just got home from work on third shift.

"Rough night?" Jason asked me.

"Take a wild guess." I yawned.

I pulled myself off the bed and into the shower to wake myself up.

In the kitchen I made a pot of coffee. Just as I was sitting down to drink a cup, I heard violent pounding at the door.This made me madder than hell. I got up and jerked the door open.

" How the hell did you find out where I lived?" I yelled in Leslie's face.

" We work at the same place, remember?"

"I don't care you know I have a restraining order against you're fat lardy ass." I angrily spat at him. "Get over it. I am never ever going to take you back. Leave me the fuck alone!"

"you'll be sorry if you don't Julie."

"Fuck you" I yelled as I slammed the door in his face.

This had been going on every since I threw him out of the apartment we had. Calling me at all hours of the night, driving back and forth in front of the apartment, banging on my door, sending me pleading letters that had eventually turned into threatening letters. He had even been stalking my 4 year old daughter, saying that he was attached to her and that he missed her.

I don't even know what I had seen in him. Leslie weighed 350lbs, had no self esteem and had been a virgin when I met him.

Our relationship had started out ok, been had spiraled into a controlling, manilutive nightmare. He was jealous of my family, my friends, my daughter's dad and every male that I so much as glanced at.

Later that day at work, he began to hang around me like flies to horse shit. I ignored him and went about my job. He had threatened to shoot my fiance when we had first gotten together, and I suspected he still had the idea in his head.

At the end of my shift, I clocked out and got to my car as fast as I could. He waddled up to my cardoor.

"Julie, you will be sorry if you don't take me back. I am dead serious."

I ignored him and backed out of the parking lot.

when I got home, I sensed that something was terribly wrong. My daughter was not making any noise, and Jason was nowhere to be found. I went into my bedroom and found out why.

Leslie stood there with Jason and Morgan tied up with gags over their mouths. Jason was naked and tied spreadeagle to the bed. Leslie had one of the swords he collected in his hands.

"My my. I see you decided to join out little game." Leslie sneered.

"This motherfucker right here is the reason our marriage ended and I am going to take care of him right now, while you watch."

I stood frozen in horror as he proceeded to cut Jason's balls off of his body. He screamed against the gag. Leslie then slowly filleted his dick and then gutted it like a fish. Jason's eyes closed in pain.

As the shock wore off of me, I sprang into action. I grabbed the box cutter knife out of my workshirt pocket and cut Jason loose, then Morgan, who had apparently cried herself to sleep. Then I used his big flabby body to my advantage. I kneed him in the gonads, and he immediatly went to his knees, wimpering in pain. I then rolled him over on his back and stood on his chest. Then I proceeded to jump up and down on his goodies with all my weight. There was no way he could have gotted up. I reached down with my knife and popped the button on his jeans. I roughly pulled his pants down, then his underwear. I stared down, repulsed that I at one time thought that his flabby body and tiny shriveled up dick were a turn on.

I reached over to his ball sack with the razor sharp blade of my boxcutter knife and quickly sliced upward. It went through the scrotal tissue like butter. His balls were now unprotected in their little grab bag. I speared his right testicle, yanked it forcfully out of it's pouch, gave it a hard yank and the cord snapped. Leslie yowled in pain. I then put the severed testicle under my heel and stomped down on it, twisting my foot as if butting a cigarette out.

Then I reached down and speared the left testicle and did the same thing to it. Leslie was now crying and screaming like the pathetic worm he was.

Next, I skinned his tiny pecker, relieving it of all it's slimy flesh. Then I stuck my blade in at the base and sliced upward with all my might. It split in half like a raw hot dog. I did now bother to cauterize his wounds because I wanted him to bleed to death.

As for Jason, he was able to have all his equipment reattached and we lived happily ever after.