“Why are you pissed at me?”
“Because you turn everything into a fucking circus.”
Elmer was aggravated that he had to drag Bruce’s filthy body across the building.
Death Match
When they got over to the others, Seth injected Bruce with adrenaline. Within seconds he woke up. He didn’t say anything as he lay on the floor, looking like roadkill. Seth handed Elmer some shackles. “Put those on everyone, including Kim.” He pointed to a duffle bag. “There’s some eight-foot chains in there. I want you to chain Glen and Scott together first.” He walked over to Kim. She was in a lot of pain from her body being bound in the position for such a long duration, not to mention that her crotch was covered with a thick layer of dried blood from where Bruce had ravaged her flesh. “I want you to chain her to Bruce.”
Elmer looked aggravated. “Why we doing all this? They’ve already went through enough. Just kill the fuckers and let’s get out of here.”
Seth looked at the group. “Hey, do y’all want to have your throats cut, or do y’all want to fight it out?”
Glen was looking at Bruce. He couldn’t fathom that a person could go through so much mutilation and still be alive. “I… I don’t know.” He looked at Seth. “I just want to go home.”
“You will if you win.”
Glen was in an extreme amount of pain, but a chance at survival livened him up a little. “Okay. I’ll fight.”
Scott was on the verge of death, but a chance of survival pepped him up too. “I don’t want to fight, but I also don’t want to die.”
“You have to choose.” He pulled out a knife. “And make it quick.”
“I guess I have no choice but to play your game.”
Seth smiled. “Good.” He looked at Elmer. “He’s ready to throw down too.”
Elmer shook his head. “No, he’s not. You just bullied him into doing it.”
“Stop being a party pooper.”
“I just want this shit to be over so I can get out of here.”
“Why are you in such a hurry to get back to your cell?” When Elmer wasn’t staking out lowlifes or running errands for Seth, he had to stay locked up.
“It’s not a fucking cell. I can’t even stand up in there. It’s more like an animal cage.”
“No, it’s not.”
“The fucking floor is covered with fucking hay and I have to drink and eat from animal troughs.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“Come on, man, do I really have to go back in there?”
“Of course. And don’t call me man.”
“Why?”
“My name is Seth.”
“Not that. Why do I have to stay in that fucking cage?”
“Because you’re my monkey.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Better than being chained to the wall with these assholes.”
“No duh. But it still sucks. I don’t deserve how you treat me.”
“We’re not going to talk about this right now, so chill out.” He looked at Chester. “You wanna fight or die?”
Chester knew that the others were in bad shape, increasing his odds. He wasn’t a violent person, but if it gave him a chance to live, he was willing to do it. “Yeah, I’ll do it.”
Seth looked at Bruce as he laid covered in his intestines. “What about you, ass bag?”
“Fuck you!”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Seth looked at Kim. “What about you? Would you like to get Bruce back for what he did to you?”
She raised her head and glared at him. The left side of her face was covered with dry blood from where her eye had been ripped out. “Stay the fuck away from me, you fucking psycho!”
“Yep, she’s in.”
Elmer was pissed. “Whatever.”
“You know you like it.”
“This is your sick ass game, not mine.”
“Stop whining.” Seth handed Elmer two box blade knives. “Give those to Glen and Scott after you release them from the wall.”
Elmer noticed just half of the razor blades were sticking out of the knives. He tried to slide them out further, but they wouldn’t budge. “They’re not working.”
“I fixed them that way.”
“Why?”
“So they won’t kill each other too quickly.”
“That’s so thoughtful.” Elmer walked off. He chained Glen and Scott together, tossed the box knives at their feet, then released them from the wall. They both went for their knives, but Scott wound up falling to the floor from being so weak. He grabbed his knife and pointed it at Glen as he lay on his back. “I’ll cut your fucking throat, grease ball.”
“Fuck you, white boy!” Glen reached down to cut him, but Scott started kicking. Glen ran to the side, but Scott spun in his direction, still kicking in self-defense. Dark blood mixed with feces was running out between Scott’s butt cheeks as he moved around, causing a slippery mess on the floor. Glen became frustrated. “Stop kicking me, you fucking pussy, and fight like a man.”
To Glen’s horror, Scott sat up and grabbed the cable hanging from his penis. Before he had a chance to react, Scott had put both of his feet on his groin, fell back to the floor, then started pulling on the cable as hard as he could as he pushed off with his legs. Glen was screaming as his swollen penis was being stretched. During the struggle, Glen wound up slipping in the ass juice, causing him to fall. Scott quickly jumped to his feet, then started dragging Glen. He dragged him about twenty feet, then the cable ripped his penis from his body. Scott had an ‘oh shit’ expression and Glen had an ‘oh my God’ expression. They looked at the severed penis for a moment, then charged each other.
The show was on. Two men, with mutilated bodies that were covered in human fluids, started slicing and dicing each other like savages, fighting with everything they had for a chance at survival. They were cutting long gashes into each other’s flesh, causing blood to flow from their bodies. After a few minutes, they looked like they had slid down a long slide covered in razor blades. Finally, Glen sliced Scott’s remaining eye, ending the fight. Scott was pretty much helpless after that. He fell to the ground, then Glen started stomping on his head until brain matter came oozing from his ears and eye sockets. Glen picked up the other knife, then pointed it at Chester. “You’re next motherfucker!” He looked at Seth. “Get that fucker off the wall so I can kill his ass.”
Seth looked at Elmer. “Go chain the two dickless bastards together.”
Glen looked like a madman as he paced back and forth with a box knife in each hand. His body was covered in bleeding gashes and his head was bruised and swollen. He was pumped up and foaming at the mouth as he stared at Chester. “Fuck the chain. Get that piece of shit down.”
Elmer looked at Seth for approval.
Seth shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck it. If either one tries something I’ll shoot ‘em.”
Chester might have been a molester, but he wasn’t stupid. He realized Glen had given him an advantage—he was still chained to Scott. As soon as Elmer released him, he took off running, then stopped a little way away. Glen charged him, but his chain jerked him back. He became furious. “Fuck you, you little weasel.” He tried to pull the chain with his leg, but Scott’s body was too heavy.
Chester was looking around for a weapon. He tried to pull the rod from his chest, but it was too painful. Then he remembered Glen’s rod. It was lying close to Scott’s body. The cable that was connected to it ran across the floor next to Chester’s feet. He grabbed it, then quickly pulled the rod to him.
Glen’s eyes opened wide as he stared at his penis that was still attached to the end of it. “Hold up. That’s mine.”
Chester pulled the penis off the rod, then dangled it in from of him. “You want it, come and get it, asshole.”
Glen was caught off guard and didn’t know what to do. In the back of his mind he had hopes that it could be reattached. Now it was in the hands of his opponent. He couldn’t risk pissing
Chester off. He reached out. “Please be careful with that. If you give it to me, I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Chester tossed it on the floor, then started to stomp on it. “Give me your fucking knives, or I’m going to smash the shit out of it.”
“No no no! Please don’t do it!”
Chester started lowering his foot. “The knives, asshole.”
“Okay.” Glen tossed them at Chester’s feet. Chester tossed the penis in the air, and as Glen raised his hands to catch it, he drove the rod into his neck. Glen stumbled around for a moment, then fell to the floor.
Seth shook his head. “Really? That’s it?” He looked at Elmer. “This sucks.”
“Sorry you got screwed out of your show.”
“Go secure Chester back to the wall, smartass. When you get done with that, I want Kim and Bruce to go at it next.”
After Elmer secured Chester, he chained Kim and Bruce to each other. Kim was slow to get up after being bound for such a long time. She could barely move due to the pain in her crotch.
Bruce wasn’t in much better shape. He didn’t want to die, but he also didn’t want to fight. He looked at Seth. “Please don’t make me do this. I can’t kill someone.”
Seth looked at him like he was crazy. “Really? But you don’t have a problem sticking your dick in kids. And what makes you think you’re going to win?”
Elmer tossed Bruce a box knife. “Stop whining, you fucking molester, and get this shit over with so I can go home.”
Seth added. “Cell.”
Elmer glared at him. “Whatever. I just want to be done with this shit.” He tossed a knife to Kim. “Good luck, bitch.”
To everyone’s surprise, Kim had been faking how much pain she was in. She charged Bruce as he was standing dumbfounded and kicked him in the chest with both feet. He fell to his back and slid across the floor from the impact. She also fell to the floor, but as she quickly got up, she grabbed his intestines, then started pulling on them with everything she had. Bruce was screaming as he tried to pull them back towards him. They played tug-of-war until she was able to overpower him. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as she dragged him across the floor. His innards finally tore apart, causing her to stumble backwards when the end of his intestines came out. She jumped on top of him, then buried her fingers into the raw meat on his face with one hand as she grabbed his charred penis with her other. His penis had been so severely burned that it crumbled and fell apart as she squeezed and twisted it. She tossed the remains, then shoved her hand into his open wound where his anus had been ripped out. She was shouting for him to die as he flopped around on the floor while screaming.
Elmer was shaking his head. “I think someone is getting some payback.”
Seth was impressed. “Maybe I need to swap you for her.”
Elmer’s eyes got big. “I’m fine with that.”
“Good. Then you get to fight Chester next.”
He looked confused. “Why?”
“If she is going to replace you as my helper, then you’re going to take her place.”
“Fuck that. I’ll stay where I’m at.” He thought for a moment. “Hold up. Why would she be your helper, but I’m your bitch?”
“Because she didn’t fuck me over.”
“Whatever.”
About that time, Kim pulled out Bruce’s bladder followed by his prostate and seminal vesicle. They were all connected to his urethra, which she ripped from his body. There was another tube, the ductus deferens, that was still attached. She stood up, put her foot on his stomach, then pulled back on the tube. His nut sack turned inside out, then his testicles came popping out.
Seth laughed. “She literally ripped his balls out of his ass.”
Elmer shook his head. “Fucking bitch is definitely getting some payback.”
“I might make an executive decision after seeing this shit and make her my new partner.”
“So now she’s a partner? You’re fucking sorry.”
Seth shook his head. “I’m just fucking with you. I wouldn’t let that child murdering bitch hang around me.”
Elmer looked relieved.
Kim tossed the parts to the side, then picked up a box knife that Bruce had dropped. She sat on his chest, pinned his arms under her knees, then started cutting at the muscles on his face. His eyes were jerking around chaotically in their sockets as he violently threw his head around.
Seth was getting excited. “Rip his shit off!”
When Kim had all the muscles severed, she started tearing them from his bones.
Seth shouted, “Fuckin’ A, Bubba! Check that shit out! You can see his freakin’ face bones!”
Bruce was in so much pain that his adrenaline rush allowed him to overpower her just enough to roll over onto his stomach. Kim stayed on him like a rabid monkey as she latched on from behind. To his horror, she started slicing long gashes into his back as she shouted for him to die. He was holding his head up while screaming at the top of his lungs. Most of the muscles were gone from his face, revealing his skull. His gums, teeth and the inside of his mouth were exposed. His eyeballs were bulging to the point that they looked as if they were going to fall out. He looked like a monster, something from a Dawn of the Dead type of movie.
Elmer was looking between his fingers as he covered his face. “This is fucking sick.”
“No. This is fucking awesome.”
Elmer started dry heaving, then vomited. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “How in the fuck can he still be alive?”
“It’s amazing what a human can go through. I’ve see some crazy shit in my time.”
Kim stood up after she ravaged his back, then started stomping on his head. Within seconds his eyes fell out due to the lack of supportive muscle. They were bouncing around by the optic nerves.
Seth laughed. “Check that out. They look like a pair of those comical glasses with the eyeballs on the end of springs.”
Kim was now ripping large pieces of skin from Bruce’s back. His mouth was moving, but only faint sounds were coming out—he had blown his voice box from screaming. Elmer was confused. “Why in the fuck is he not dying?”
“Because you pumped him full of clotting agent and adrenaline.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot.” He started to feel guilty. “This isn’t right.”
“Don’t forget, he’s a….”
“I know, I know. He’s a fucking child molester. But this is bad. Real bad. We’re going to pay for this shit.” He yelled at Bruce as he was moaning. “Just die already!”
Seth tossed Elmer a large hunting knife. “End it if you want.”
He had a solemn look. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Then stop acting like a bitch.”
Bruce looked at Elmer as Kim ravaged his flesh. He could barely speak. “Please kill me.”
Elmer got the bright idea of tossing the knife to Kim. As soon as she got it, she drove the blade into the back of Bruce’s head, then charged Seth with it. He dropped her with his .45 before she was able to take her second step. Elmer had been standing behind her and one of the bullets had whizzed past his head. He had a deer-in-the-headlights look as he stood dumbfounded.
Seth glared at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why in the fuck did you give her that?”
“I… I wasn’t thinking.” He looked at Kim as she laid on the floor. There was a large hole in her head where a bullet had blown out the back of her skull. He felt wet, then noticed he was covered in blood. “Oh my God! You shot me!”
“You’re fine. It’s her blood.”
Elmer had soft tissue all over him. He started wiping it off his face. “What the hell is this shit?”
“Brains.”
He pulled off his shirt, then started cleaning it off. “I was standing behind her. You could have shot me.”
Seth added two bullets to the magazine, then holstered his gun. “Yeah, but I didn’t.” He walked over to Chester as he hung on the wall. “Looks like you won,
pervert.”
He started crying. “Please call an ambulance.”
Seth looked back at Elmer. “Get your ass over here.”
Elmer came running up. “What?”
“Don’t watt me, you’re not a fucking lightbulb.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.” Seth nodded towards Chester. “When you get done cutting his throat, throw everyone in the well out back.” He looked at all the body parts, flesh, blood, urine and feces that were covering the floor. “And clean up this mess.”
Elmer looked pissed. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving me here to do this by myself.”
“Don’t start.”
“This is bullshit!”
“I said….”
Chester interrupted. “Hold up. What do you mean cut my throat? You can’t do that to me. You said the winner gets to live.”
“Yeah, just not for how long.”
“You’re a fucking liar!”
“You have that backwards, pal. If your throat doesn’t get cut, then I would be. Now shut the fuck up.”
“Please don’t. I’ve done everything you asked.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“You’re mistaken.”
Elmer remembered what Seth said when he first arrived. “You ran your mouth after Seth warned everyone that they would be fucked up and have their throat cut if they didn’t cooperate.”
“I don’t remember him saying that.”
“Sure, you do. That’s why you got your dick ripped off.”
Seth handed Elmer a piece of paper with an address written on it. “That’s your next assignment.” He looked at his watch. “It’s almost 5 AM. Meet me there at 11 PM this evening.”
Elmer looked at the paper, then frowned. “This is a twelve-hour drive.”
“So.”
“I haven’t had time to sleep.”
“You can meet me there, or go stay in your cell. And besides, if you bust ass cleaning up, you should be able to get in a few hours of sleep.”
Elmer wadded up the piece of paper and stuck it into his pocket. “Whatever, dude.” He jerked the rod out of Chester’s sternum, ripped the cords from his body, then shoved it into his eye socket, burying it deep inside his brain. Chester’s body was flopping around on the wall as he made a weird howling sound. Seth pulled out a knife and sliced his throat, then tossed it to Elmer. “Clean off the blood.”
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