This monster needs to be castrated with pliers and beaten over and over again.
What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hitters, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Nail his balls to the top of a telephone pole. Pour hot lead in his A$$ till his nose touches the ground. Then hurt him.
A hammer might be better. I once knew a fellow in Mammoth, AZ who killed his wife with a pair of pliars. It took him several hours, but maybe that was the point. I never thought he was capable of such a crime but never liked him through the three years I worked with him. He was very suspicious about his wife and said once that he thought all women wanted many “lovers”.