10

Adam

Satisfaction. That's what I felt.

I may be a sociopath, but some people deserve the punishment. Daphnie's father deserved it for everything he put her through. She was mine, and I wouldn't tolerate anyone harming her.

I had thrown countless punches at him. My knuckles were bruised, and his blood was splattered all over me. I had broken his jaw, cheekbones, and nose; Daphnie's father would probably need reconstructive surgery. In addition to messing up his face, I broke his sternum and a few ribs. That wasn't enough, though. He needed to feel excruciating pain, and he needed to feel worse than he made Daphnie feel.

"Give him another dose." I looked over at Chad. As I beat the shit out of Daphnie's father, Chad quietly stood on the side well supplied with steroids to keep the bastard awake whenever he was ready to pass out.

"He's gonna need it."

"Yes, sir."

As Chad did as he was instructed, I walked over to a cabinet and took out a metal baseball bat. I turned around and smi