Comeuppance

Nero stared at the bleeding man bound to the worktable. The man grunted and moaned pitifully, his sobs choked by a ball-gag fastened around his mouth. He was missing fingers in both his hands. Scratches, welts, and bruises covered his naked torso.

Nero looked at the poll results on an encrypted website, ‘We have a winner!’

He switched on a blow torch. The bound man started screaming.

‘How much money you’d have made with this torture website of yours!’ Nero said, ‘Now, you get to go like all your victims. Well, at least you’ll die doing what you loved eh?’

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. This week’s image is from Douglas M. MacIlroy. To read other stories on this prompt, do head over here.