"Ok, for the last time. Would you or would you not want to tell me what really happened that night?" Jesse tightened his grip on the chair leg he held to Nelson's throat. Nelson sat motionless, his eyes closed. It seemed like he was contemplating his choices and he wasn't sure which way to lean. He finally let out an exasperated gasp and sigh, almost of relief.

"Fine. I raped DJ Tanner."

"You son of a…!" Jesse gave his firm grip on the chair leg a quick motion, left to right. On Nelson's thigh. Nelson screamed in pain and tried to apply pressure to the wounded area but alas he could not as his hands were tied well. His wrist was also broken due to him being thrown. Blood began to appear as the cut opened up further.

"Stop it! Stop! Please! I beg you!" Nelson cried.

"You want me to stop? Do ya? How about you stop raping my niece! Oh wait, you already did! Too late!"

Slit.

The other leg was now cut. Nelson cried out and cried continuously. "I needed her that night! I needed to show her the pain I felt when she left me! It was all a part of our plan…all a part of our plan…all...a…par…pl…"

"Our?! Who is our?! There's another man involved!? Who is he Nelson! Give me the name! Nelson, NO!"

Nelson passed out, blood seeping to the surface and soaking his clothes. Jesse stood there with a bloody chair leg, above Nelson's unconscious body. Nelson was not the only man who had forcefully raped his niece, DJ Tanner. Jesse walked out the door to his left, leaving Nelson alone. Nelson, locked in a room with no food, no movement, and two severe cuts for several days ought to be the bare minimum punishment he deserves. Jesse looked to the beach, he was to find the second man.