[ WP ] You 've kidnapped your moms abusive boyfriend and are about to get some payback

I watched as Jason drifted up through the layers of mental function toward consciousness. His eyes fluttered, brow furrowed, and he tried to open his taped-shut mouth. It took him nearly a full minute to realize his situation; when he discovered the barbed wire binding his arms and legs to the chair, he started to scream through the silver tape. 
 
 `` Struggle all you want, Jason. That barbed wire will just keep cutting into you.'' I glared down at him as I lit the cigar and puffed for a moment, getting a red-hot glow started on the end. `` Let's talk about my mother, Jason. Well, I'll talk, you can just sit there and listen. After all, bitches are to be seen and not heard. Is n't that what you told her?'' With that, I ground the lit cigar into his right ear. It took him nearly three minutes to stop screaming. 
 
 `` We're going to stay here and do this until you see the error of your ways, Jason. And I'll decide when that is.'' I ripped the tape from his mouth, and as he screamed again, I shoved the still smoldering cigar into his open mouth, then covered it with a fresh length of tape. Jason's eyes rolled up into his head as he went into shock. 
 
 *Splash* 
 
 The bucket of ice water woke Jason with a start, and his screams began anew. His thrashing pushed the spikes of the barbed wire into his flesh, and blots of scarlet appeared on his white T-shirt. 
 
 `` Do n't pass out on me now, we're not done here. Let's see, cigar burns, what else.... Oh yes, broken glass. You ground a broken wine glass into her chest.'' The ground glass poured out of the bucket and cascaded down his body. Glittering crystals stuck to his shirt and skin, and a layer of glass covered the top of his head. I jammed the bucket down on his head, driving the shards into his scalp. 
 
 `` Metal baseball bat to the abdomen and legs,'' I said, twirling the weapon in my hands, `` breaking several ribs and both tibias. 
 
 The bat swung and landed across Jason's chest, pushing glass and barbed wire through his shirt and flesh. It came down again across his legs, and again, and again. 
 
 `` Last, but not least: partially drowned, chlorine damage to the eyes and esophagus. Ripped scalp and hair. Obviously held under the water with malicious intent.'' I read the medical chart dispassionately, as if I was an examining doctor. `` Low level brain damage caused by oxygen starvation. You drowned my mother, Jason. She's in a wheelchair, she ca n't feed or clothe or wash herself because you got drunk and decided she did n't need to live anymore. Well, I think it's time for you to take a swim, Jason.'' I tipped his chair on its back legs and dragged it into the next room, where the Olympic sized pool sat, placid and peaceful blue. The swim instructor for the high-school swim team would have an interesting surprise in the morning. 
 
 
 As Jason and his chair sank to the bottom of the pool, I called mother's caretaker and checked in on her, promising to visit in the morning. First, I'd need a long shower and some time to clean up.
