Blindfolded, he felt his father’s strong hand lead him down slick, stone stairs and, at length, he heard the sound of a heavy door being closed and locked behind them.
When his eyes were uncovered, he saw a dimly lit chamber full of curious and unknown items, dominated by a heavy wooden table. Chained to that table was a young girl, scarcely older than him, whose eyes were wide and frightened, her cries muffled by the leather strap pulled tightly across her throat.
Smiling, his father gestured towards the instruments laid out on a smaller side table, “Take your pick boy and enjoy the suffering of your birthday gift.”
The genes for evil and depravity had bred true in the innocent-seeming lad and with a quirky smile of his own he selected the first of many implements he would use to reduce the captive girl to little more than quivering gobbets of bloody flesh.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: inspire.