Kasey glared at the man as he slowly put him on the floor. Once he had him there, he pulled the syringe from his neck and capped it, carefully putting the needle aside. "Did you really think that you could rape children and nothing would happen to you?" He bound the man's hands behind his back with a zip-tie.
The man stared up at him, unable to move thanks to the special drugs that Kasey had injected into him. It would keep him alert and very aware of what was going on, but he wouldn't be able to move.
"Scared?" Kasey set his gun down as soon as he was sure the drugs were taking effect. "You should be. I want you to be. I want you to feel the fear all those kids you've hurt have felt. I want you wondering what is going to happen to you, thinking about how bad it might hurt." Kasey pulled out a pair of scissors and started to cut the man's pants from his body. "I bet you told the kids it wouldn't hurt, didn't you? Well, I'm not going to lie to you the way you did to them. This is going to hurt. I'm going to make sure of it." He ripped the man's pants away before cutting the boxers off him, smiling as he let the cold scissors bump against the man's cock.
There was no sympathy for the man or regret about what he was going to do to him. He deserved everything Kasey was going to do.
The man stared up at him, unable to move or speak. The fear was obvious in his eyes, and Kasey fed off that fear the same way the perpetrator probably had when he'd seen the same fear in children's eyes.
"Do you want me to explain as I go, or should I just get the job done faster?" Kasey pulled several precut strings from the front pocket of the black hoodie he wore.
Sweat dripped down the back of his neck, and he wished he worn the thinner face mask he had. It usually didn't matter, but the man must have had the heat in the house cranked. He ignored it and focused on what he was there to do.
With practiced expertise, he tied the string around the man's balls, then another around his cock before pulling his knife from his pocket. "This is where it's going to hurt."
The man snorted as he stared up at Kasey.
"See, this is why I drugged you. We wouldn't want you to move and be able to slip away, would we?" Kasey tugged on the strings, lifting the man's cock and balls away from his skin. Once he had them where he needed them, he took the knife and quickly cut through the flesh, watching as the cock and balls came free from the man's body. "See how easy that was?"
Tears rolled down the man's cheeks.
"Now you won't be hurting any more children, will you?" Kasey took the piece of catheter tubing from his pocket and inserted it into the man's urethra before pulling out a small torch from his pocket and heating the knife until it nearly glowed red. "This will make sure you don't bleed out. We wouldn't want you to die." Kasey smiled as he pressed the knife to the man's bloody flesh, watching as it cauterized under the heat of the knife.
It only took him a few minutes to make sure the man would live before he quickly bagged up everything he'd used and shoved it back into his large hoodie pocket.
"Now you just stay there. I'll make sure help comes." Kasey tied another zip-tie around the man's ankle and secured it to the leg of the large desk he was near. Even if the cops took their time showing up, and the drugs had time to wear off, the man wouldn't recover enough energy to get free.
After making sure he had everything cleaned up, he double checked that the file his group had of all the crimes the man had committed was left on the desk for the cops to find. The man would face a ton of charges and probably wouldn't see freedom in his lifetime. He was one of the worst pedophiles the group had found locally.
"Now, let's save those boys." Kasey ignored the man on the floor as he made his way down the hallway toward one of the back bedrooms. Every five feet along the hall, he paused to spray paint a small arrow on the wall. When he came to the doorway where the heat scanning software the team used said the boys were held, Kasey sprayed a large heart on the door, forcing himself not to open it and check on the boys himself.
It was the hardest part of his job. He could get the boys out now, bring them to safety, but that would put his team at risk. It was better to wait and let the police find them. It was more important to stop the pedophiles. The boys would be saved, it might just take another fifteen or twenty minutes than if he took them out now, but it would keep his team safe.
Once the heart was on the door, Kasey again double checked that he hadn't left anything behind. The man was silent, his eyes closed, but Kasey was sure he wasn't asleep. He walked over, standing above him as he stared at the disgusting pedophile. "Tell your friends we will find them. We won't stop as long as you are hurting children." He nudged the man with the toe of his boot before turning and walking out the back door.
The cold air hit him hard, sending a chill through him as he made his way through the back gate and down the driveway. His car was parked down the street, and he kept his hoodie pulled tightly around his face as he made his way toward it, but raised the mask from his face.
Once in his car, he blew out a long breath as he started the car and pulled away, carefully checking around him to make sure there weren't any witnesses he could see.
Once he was about a mile away, he pulled into a parking lot and pulled out his burner phone. Quickly dialing 911, he rolled his eyes when the phone rang for nearly a minute before anyone answered.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Three boys are being held against their will at 5430 Button Road. You'll need medical as well." Kasey hung up the phone, setting it aside as he reached for his personal phone. He quickly sent the team a text.
Completed, police called. STK
He didn't wait for a response before dropping his phone onto the passenger seat. He pulled back onto the road, heading a few miles away to the large lake they used to dispose of evidence. Once there, he made sure he had the knife, string, burner phone, and all other items he'd used in a large bag before he flung it over the small cliff and into the water below.
He stared out over the lake, taking a few minutes to enjoy the silence. This was his third sting in a week. Even with two other hunters working with him, the need seemed to be increasing. When he'd first started years back, he would do a sting once every few weeks. Now, they were doing them almost nightly.
The internet made it easy for these sick fucks to find and groom children, and the sickest of them would take it to the next step, arranging meetings with the children or kidnapping them so they could rape and abuse them.
Kasey leaned against the hood of the car. He'd lost count of how many men he'd made into eunuchs. He'd never dreamed he'd make a career out of what he did. Hell, he wished he didn't have to. He would have loved getting a regular job. That would mean there weren't millions of kids being raped every day. Even now, he could head back to the team house and find the others hacking through computers, delving into the dark web, and pulling up new cases for him and the other hunters to take care of. It never ended. For each man they took down, five more seemed to show up.
Kasey rolled his shoulders as he finally pulled the hood off and removed the mask fully from his head. As much as he loved his job, he hated it at the same time. Hated that there was a need, hated that he had to do it.
He pulled his gloves off his hands and tossed them over the cliff into the water. Thinking about it did no good. It wouldn't stop the cases from coming in, or the men and women from desiring children. All he could do was his part to make sure they couldn't act on that desire.
He heard his phone beep from inside the car and quickly went to read the message he'd received.
Police on scene. Kids safe. STK
Kasey smiled as he sat back in the driver's seat. One more bad guy down and three kids who would return home. It brought him a little joy, but not enough, because tomorrow there would be more. It never stopped, and until it did, neither would he.
With the work done, he started the car and pulled out onto the road. He needed a hot shower and a drink. Then maybe, if the nightmares didn't find him, he could get some sleep.