Dia- We're are complete strangers. I don't know the first thing about you, You know nothing about me. But after reading the details of your attack I have taken it upon myself to go on a little mission. Granted I know nothing of your attacker other than his name is David, I've decided to start there.
I've picked up a gentleman named David. It's probably not the same piece of shit that you encountered, but that's irrelevant right now.
The Contortionist lead me to him. He truly is a blessing and a curse. He can make things so easy, but he makes things so difficult.
This David, he's dressed nicely. button up shirt, tie, khaki's. He was probably coming home from work. Has a picture of his wife and 2 children in his wallet. I haven't said a word to him in the 16 hours we've been aquainted.
He keeps asking me why I'm doing this.
I hate when they ask me that.
Like i'm going to give them some sort of divine closure in answering that stupid question, or it will trigger something in my head that will make me stop.. Heh
I'll give him some diving closure.
As of this writing, I have removed both of his hands at the wrists with a hacksaw, seeing as how the piece of shit didn't like Dia's writings and tried to stop her.
I didn't want him to bleed out so I cauterized the wounds with a small blowtorch I picked up last week at the local hardware store.
He passed out from the pain of the blowtorch. The smell is appaling.
I have him tied to an old reinforced wooden chair.
I've placed 2 industrial 8'' concrete screws through his feet into the floor for good measure.
I'm leaving him with The Contortionist for a bit.
I know this is no justice for the atrocities that you suffered Dia.
We'll see where this goes.
Until Next Time.