Big Bad Wolves Page #3

Didn't mean to interrupt.

This fairytale was written

by the Israeli police...

based on true events.

And like any fairytale...

ours also begins with a wolf.

The wolf is you, by the way.

Our wolf is no different

from the other wolves...

except for his height, maybe.

And like

all the other wolves...

he also likes

to surprise little girls.

But our cruel son of a b*tch

doesn't just swallow them.

As the pictures show...

our wolf had a method.

He'd kidnap the girls and stuff

them with candy and cakes.

But alas...

the cakes

contained sedatives...

and so the little girls

would fall into a deep sleep.

Once asleep...

he would shove his penis

into every hole of their bodies.

Now, before I go on,

I must ask you.

What's the matter? You couldn't

handle one little girl

so you had to sedate her first?

Are you insane?

Huh?

You're not normal.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me!

You have to stop him!

Sorry, but I'd like to know

how the story ends.

Where was I?

He sedated the little girls.

Right.

- Bravo.

- Thanks.

So after violating

every hole in their bodies...

he'd wait until they woke up...

and then their

real nightmare began.

The sick maniac would take

the little angels' hands...

and break all

their fingers, one by one.

The poor girls would

faint from the pain.

And what did

the sadist do then?

Wait for them to wake up?

Have you read this story?

Do you want to take over?

What? No, you're doing

a great job.

Thanks.

When they'd regain

consciousness...

he'd take off

their shoes and socks...

and rip their toenails

off their delicate feet.

I'll be dammed if I know what

he did with all those nails.

The dwarf must have

a collection.

So...

you take souvenirs, huh?

I guess you have a jar of nails

above your refrigerator, huh?

- We'll get to that.

- Sorry.

- I got carried away.

- It's okay, we're almost done.

After the girls recovered from

what he'd done to their toes...

and only

after they'd recovered...

he'd saw off their heads

with a rusty saw.

The saw was so rusty

that in some cases

he'd switch to a less rusty saw

to complete the task.

Two of those girls were fully

awake when he sawed their necks.

But he left the sickest surprise

for their parents...

when he hid their

daughters' pretty heads.

One cf those girls

was my daughter...

and as I see it...

you have two options...

to die like the scum

that you are...

or to die after you

redeem yourself.

Look...

I can only imagine...

what you're going through...

and what something like this

could do to a father.

Are you being condescending?

Is he being condescending?

There was a hint

of condescension.

Listen carefully, shorty.

I'm going to do to you...

all the things you did

to those poor girls...

finger by finger,

toenail by toenail...

until your head

rolls onto the floor.

But...

I'm willing to give you

a quicker death.

That's why my Glock is here.

Under one condition...

that you tell me where

you buried my daughter's head.

I don't know where

your daughter's head is buried.

I didn't do it.

All those things you read...

that's not me.

- You have to believe me.

- Sorry, I'm a non-believer.

- No!

- We'll start with the fingers.

Do you want to go first?

What's going on?

Don't you want

to stuff him first?

Say what?

You said you'd

do exactly what he did.

- Are you stalling?

- Of course not.

I thought we'd do it

in the same order.

Did I say we'd do it

in the same order?

If we do, we'd have to violate

every hole in his body.

Are you into that?

I didn't think so.

Let's just say we've made

some modifications.

What?

Some changes,

to give us all a break.

Speaking of "break..."

do you want to break

his finger first...

or should I start?

Let's flip a coin.

I'll be heads, you'll be tails.

Agreed.

I hate when that happens.

- Found it.

- Great. What does it say?

Heads.

I go first.

Don't you want to use

one of the tools here?

- No, I'll manage.

- Oh, I see.

You're the type

who likes the feel of skin.

If there's something you want

to tell us, now is the time.

I'm counting to three.

One...

Two...

Two and a half.

Is this gonna take much longer?

Should I bring a sleeping bag?

If you can't

look in his eyes...

I suggest you stand behind him.

No! No!

No! No!

No!

Bravo.

My turn.

It's my mom.

I have to take the call,

otherwise she goes crazy.

Okay.

You can continue without me,

but leave me some, okay?

I'm not a hog.

Mom...

wait a sec,

there's no signal here.

Mom.

When did you plan on telling me?

- Tell you what?

- That you're moving out.

Eti's mom told me.

She found you the house

you were looking for.

You know things have been bad

between Tzipie and me since...

Your generation,

you split up over everything!

Mom, it's not over everything!

Especially

at a time like this...

you're supposed to support

each other, not split up.

In our day it wasn't like that.

Marriage was forever.

If you have something to say,

now's the time.

You have to stop this insanity.

You must believe me.

It might look like

I'm enjoying this

and maybe I am in a way...

but believe me, I'd be happy

to stop breaking your fingers.

Now, would you please

start talking?

Talking about what?

- I really didn't do it.

- They say it gets much easier

after the second finger.

Wait, wait!

What's the point

of all this? Huh?

If you torture someone

long enough...

he'll confess to anything.

What if I didn't do it?

Hmm?

What if you're making

a horrible mistake?

Do you really want

to lose your job?

I already did, thanks to you.

Wait a sec.

Listen to me.

If you continue this...

there's no going back.

I have a daughter of my own.

Why would I do that?

You're a clad too, aren't you?

If you're a dad too, then you

know what I'm talking about.

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

I'm talking about

how everything

changes when you become a dad.

The first time they...

smile at you.

That moment you swear

you won't let anyone hurt them.

Please...

I just want to go home

to my little girl.

Mom, we've been talking for five

minutes. I need to get going.

I want to see your new home.

Your dad and I are coming over.

This isn't a good time.

I'm... a bit sick.

Sick? And who's

taking care of you?

- I'm 45. I don't need a nanny.

- Yoram!

Your son is sick.

We're going over right now.

- Give me the address.

- I'm not giving you the address.

- I'll ask Eti's mom to tell me.

- It's near an Arab village.

It's a dangerous drive at

night. You're not coming.

- You're not giving me the address?

- No!

Just so you know,

you broke my heart.

- Mom!

- Now I'm angry. Goodbye.

Where were we?

I see you didn't make

much progress.

Yeah.

I figured I'd let

his adrenaline level go down...

so that he feels the pain

all over again.

You should've been a doctor.

Unlike you, I feel

we've lost precious time.

But it's okay.

I know how we can

make up for lost time.

What are you doing?

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