The other men just sat in horror while being covered in grotesque body parts. Surprisingly, Buddy was still conscious. He was lying on his back, crying. His hands were shaking as he felt his abdomen. He raised his head, noticing there was a large hole. “Oh my God! What have you done to me?”
Seth banged on the window as he looked at the other men. “Y’all need to stop his bleeding.”
No one moved.
“You bastards better get over there and help him!”
Jamal put his hands out, palms up. “I ain’t no fuckin’ doctor.”
Thiago shouted, “Fuck that pendejo!” He pointed to his feet that were next to his chest. “Look what you did to me! You sorry piece of shit! I need help, too!”
Hui added. “Why in the fuck do you care if he lives or dies? You’re planning on killing us anyway.”
Seth pointed at Buddy. “If that motherfucker bleeds to death, I’m going to do the same shit to each one of you.”
Jamal looked aggravated. “What the fuck are we supposed to do?”
“Get a gallon of superglue and pour it into his open cavity before he bleeds out.” Seth pointed at Abbas. “And you can get your terrorist ass up and go over there and tie off any blood vessels that have ruptured.” He looked at Hui. “And you can go help the raghead.”
Jamal tried to walk, but his right leg was broken. “My leg is fucked up. You need to get someone else to do it.”
“I told you to do it.”
“I can’t walk.”
“Then hop, asshole.”
Jamal started hopping over to the glue on his good leg. “You’re going to pay for this, you sorry fucker.”
Abbas had to crawl since both of his legs were broken. Hui had already made it over to Buddy and examined him. He looked at Seth. “He’s all burned up inside. There’s nothing that I can do.”
“Is there any bleeding?”
“Maybe just a little, but nothing too bad.”
“Good. Sounds like the heat cauterized most of the blood vessels.” He looked at Jamal, who was having a hard time as he hopped on his good leg while holding the gallon container with his right arm. “When you get done playing hopscotch, pour the whole thing into Buddy’s cavity.”
He stopped and glared at Seth. “I’m not playing hopscotch, you fucking asshole! My leg and arm are broken! It hurts to move!”
“I don’t give a shit. Hop your ass along faster.” Seth looked at Hui and Abbas. “Y’all two go straighten out Thiago’s legs.”
Thiago shouted at them. “Don’t you fuckin’ touch me!” He looked at Seth. “You better back them off, motherfucker!”
“Hold up. You’re the one who was whining and crying about your legs, and that you need help.”
‘Fuck you!” He looked at Hui and Abbas. “Fuck you too! I’ll kill you motherfuckers if you touch me!”
“They stopped and looked at Seth like they were scared.
Seth became aggravated. “Get to it, fuckwads.” He pointed at Thiago. “Or I’ll make your feet touch your tits also.”
Thiago glared at Seth. “You think this shit is funny? Just wait and see. You’re gonna get yours, puta! Pudra en el infierno, idiota.”
Seth laughed. “You’re the one that’s going to rot in hell.” He pointed at Hui and Abbas. “Get to it, fuckers, and I’m not telling you again.”
They each grabbed one of Thiago’s legs, then started pulling them straight. They were having a difficult time since they had severe injuries themselves. Abbas was lying on his side due to his broken legs, and Hui was only able to use one arm since his other one had a bone sticking out of it. Thiago was screaming as they pulled on his legs and the sounds of ligaments and bones grinding together was coming from his knees. When they had them straight, Thiago just laid motionless while crying.
When Jamal made it to Buddy, he pulled the lid off the container. “You ready?”
“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine.”
Jamal looked at the severe damage. “Fine my ass.” He started to pour out the contents. “This is gonna hurt, white boy.”
Buddy held up his right arm. “Please don’t do it.”
He shook the container to taunt him. “This is probably going to burn like hell.”
Seth yelled out. “Jamal! Stop messing around and get it done.”
As Buddy screamed from the glue burning his insides, Jamal laid on the floor. Hui and Abbas were also lying down. Everyone was exhausted now that their adrenaline rush had faded. They were also in a lot of pain due to their injuries becoming more inflamed.
Seth opened a briefcase and pulled out a mask and five syringes. “I’ll be back shortly.”
Elmer stood up. “Where’re you going?”
“To give these to them.” Seth left the room.
Circus of Freaks
Elmer noticed the door in the other room opened. Seth walked in wearing a skull mask, tossed everyone a syringe, then left. When he came back, Elmer was mad. “That was fucking stupid! They could have charged you! And then they could have come in here and got me!”
Seth tossed the mask on the counter top, then motioned towards the men with his hand. “Seriously? They’re all fucked up. What the hell are they going to do to anyone?”
Elmer crossed his arms, pouting. “It was still stupid.”
“Don’t start acting out.”
“I’m not.” He grabbed the mask and held it up. “And why were you wearing this stupid thing? They’ve already seen what you look like through the damn window.”
First off it wasn’t for them. I have cameras in the room and didn’t want to be recorded.”
Elmer looked around. “I don’t see any.”
“They’re on the wall above the window on their side, facing away from us.”
“Why not edit the recording later like you usually do?”
“I can’t. I’m live streaming this shit to the Internet so everyone can see how much fun these assholes are having.”
“That’s kind of ballsy.”
“I’ve already told you it was going to be broadcast around the world so I could make an example out of them.” Seth sat down, then spoke into the mic. “Inject those into yourselves.”
By now, everyone was in a state of mind that they just didn’t give a shit. They each injected themselves without arguing. Elmer was confused. “What are you giving them?”
“A special concoction I came up with. It’s a mixture of pipradrol, epinephrine, scopolamine and a clotting agent. These motherfuckers are fixin’ to come alive and have the time of their lives.”
Elmer noticed everyone was getting fidgety. “Looks like it’s already working. But what’s it actually going to do to them?”
“I’ve only used this concoction a few times and it works great for this type of situation, but it did take a lot of experimentation until I got the mixture right. The epinephrine is adrenaline. It’s the same shit we’ve used before and it’s going to pep them up. Pipradrol stimulates the central nervous system. The scopolamine, also known as ‘The Devil’s Breath’, renders them incapable from exercising free will while remaining coherent. And the clotting agent is self-explanatory.”
“Devil’s Breath? I’ve never heard of it. Who came up with that name?”
“I guess the criminal assholes in Columbia where it comes from.”
“Is that supposed to make it sound scarier or something?”
“You wanna see scary? Watch this shit.” Seth spoke into the mic. “Hey, fuckwads, I am in control and you will do everything I say.”
Everyone was crawling around like wild animals, not paying attention to what Seth was saying. He looked at Elmer. “Light them up for a few seconds to get their attention.”
“You got it.” He pressed the buttons on the control board, causing everyone’s body to flop around on the floor as they screamed.
“Look at me.” The men were staring at Seth. “I am in control and you will do everything I say.” He pointed at Thiago. “I want y’a
ll to hold down Thiago and remove his dick skin the same way Buddy did his.”
The others attacked him like savages, showing no mercy as they held him down and cut around the base of his penis with a box knife. The men were so pumped up that they were ignoring their own pain; they were standing on broken legs, using broken arms and bending tweaked backs.
Thiago was pleading in Spanish and screaming as they ripped the skin from his penis. Elmer was horrified at the barbaric event. “Oh my God! They’re acting like they’re on drugs.”
Seth laughed. “They are.” He spoke into the mic. “Now I want y’all to cut off his ball sack. And make sure you leave his nuts intact.”
They didn’t hesitate. Hui and Jamal pulled his legs apart as Abbas cut around the top of his sack. When he had the skin severed, he pulled the sack off, leaving his testicles hanging by their spermatic cords.
“Now I want y’all to cut around the top of Thiago’s legs, then rip the skin off like you’re taking off your girlfriend’s thigh-high stockings. When y’all are done with that, do the same thing to his arms.”
Elmer stood up. “Oh my God! This is sick.” He watched in horror as the men ripped the skin from Thiago’s limbs. He could hear his screams through the glass. “Why is he in pain, but the others aren’t?”
“It’s the combination of the drugs I gave them. It helps the aggressors overcome pain, but the one being attacked feels everything.” Seth keyed up. “Now I want y’all to cut around his eyes and mouth. After that, run the blade along his hairline, in front of his ears, along his jawlines and under his chin. I want his face removed, but I want the skin around his eyes and mouth to remain intact.”
Elmer was shaking his head as he watched the men rip off Thiago’s face. “This is so fucked up.”
“You haven’t seen shit yet. We’re just getting started.” Seth spoke into the mic. “Hui, I want you to turn the skins so the outside is back out, then put them—his ball sack and face—into the correct baskets. I want you other two to coat Thiago’s limbs, dick, testicles and face with the glue.”
Hui did what he was told as Abbas and Jamal began smearing glue all over Thiago’s raw meat. Thiago was screaming at the top of his lungs as he crawled across the floor. When he got close to the window, he reached out towards Seth and shouted. “Please make them parada! My cuemo is quema! Burning mi piel! Please han misericordia! I beg te!”
Elmer was confused. “What the fuck is he saying?”
“He’s in so much pain that he’s mixing up his English and Spanish, but he’s basically telling me to make them stop because his body feels like it’s on fire.”
When the men had Thiago coated with the glue, he just laid on the floor crying. Seth spoke into the mic. “Thiago. Stand up.”
He could barely speak. “Please just matar me.”
“I’m not going to kill you, but I will let you get back at the others for what they did to you. You are now the predator and can’t feel pain. Take your vengeance.”
He shouted. “I will asesinato esos cabrones!” As he tried to stand, the damaged ligaments in his knees were causing his legs to move around as if they were made of taffy. The drugs he had been given helped him overcome the pain as his legs bowed unnaturally at the knees. When he was finally able to stand, he had a difficult time keeping his balance. Elmer couldn’t imagine how a person could still be alive in his condition, much less willing to take commands. He felt nauseated as he looked at Thiago. “What the fuck. Why is he getting up?”
“Because I told him to. That’s the scopolamine at work.”
“But he should be in a lot of pain.”
“Not now because he’s becoming the aggressor. Between the pipradrol, epinephrine and scopolamine, he’s now feeling invincible and blocking out the pain. The combination of these drugs practically rapes their mind, and whatever state I want them to be in they are.” Seth spoke into the mic. “Listen up! I want y’all to do the same thing to Jamal that was done to Thiago. Jamal! You’re too weak to fight back. They’re going to make you suffer and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re going to feel the pain of your flesh being torn off.”
Jamal didn’t know how to respond as the others charged him. He was the biggest and strongest in the group, but he easily went down as the others dragged him to the floor. He screamed at the top of his lungs as they started tearing him apart. Abbas was sitting on his chest and ripping off his face as Hui removed the skin on his penis and cut off his ball sack. Thiago was like a skinned monkey on crack as he ripped the flesh from his limbs.
In less than ten minutes they were done. Jamal didn’t move as he laid on his back crying, but that changed when they started coating his raw muscles with glue. The pain was so intense that he flipped over, then started crawling in a circle on his hands and knees while screaming. Thiago was sitting on his back, riding him like a horse. The other two were latched onto his legs. As he dragged them, they were smearing glue on his raw muscles.
Elmer was shaking his head. “What a fucking circus you’ve created. A circus of freaks.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” Seth spoke into the mic. “Once y’all get done with Jamal and sorting the skins, Abbas said he wants to be next.”
As soon as they were done, they turned on Abbas like savages. They had him skinned and coated in fifteen minutes. As soon as they were done, Seth had them do Hui, then finish up with Buddy, who amazingly, was still alive and survived the brutal attack.
Elmer was disgusted as he looked at the men. They were walking around in circles, pumped up and growling like animals. Their skinned limbs, raw penises and hanging testicles were sickening. The exposed muscles on their faces combined with the patches of skin around their eyes and mouths were disturbing.
Monstrosity
Elmer looked at Seth. “This is fucking grotesque.”
“It’s definitely fucking something.”
“So now what?”
“It’s time for them to get ready for the show.”
“What show?”
“You’ll see.” Seth spoke into the mic. “Hui, go grab a black left leg and dark brown right leg from the leg basket. Abbas, go grab a yellow right arm and dark brown left arm from the arm basket. Thiago, go grab a black dick skin and a golden-brown ball sack from the baskets. Jamal, go find your face. Once y’all get your skins, go grab a needle and some thread. They’re with the other materials. Then I want y’all to sew them on Buddy.”
Elmer was looking at Seth with disgust. “Are you fucking serious?”
Seth shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s fucking sick.”
“I’m surprised you’re having an issue with this considering the other shit we’ve done.”
“It’s just because you do something different every time and it still catches me off guard.”
“Good. That means I’m not losing my touch and becoming boring.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
Seth noticed Thiago was poking Buddy in the eye with a needle as the others were taunting him by waving the skins in front of him. He yelled into the mic. “Stop fucking around and get to it!” He looked at Elmer. “The combo of drugs makes them meaner than shit when they’re in the aggressive mode. They actually get off on making someone suffer.”
Elmer was worried. “Can they break through the window?”
“No. And don’t forget, I have control over them.”
Buddy was screaming as they sewed the skins to his body. Jamal was sitting on his chest while he helped Abbas sew on the arm skins. Then Abbas held his arms down as Jamal sewed on the face. Hui held his legs back as Thiago sewed on the penis skin and ball sack. When Thiago was done, he held Buddy’s legs down to prevent him from kicking as Hui sewed on the leg skins.
When they were done, Buddy looked like a patchwork doll that had been sewn together with thick, black thread. Seth spoke into the mic. “Buddy. Stand up.”
He didn’t move.
Elmer shrugged his shoulders. “Fucking disturbing”
Seth shook his head. “You’re no help.” He spoke into the mic. “Come on, Buddy, stand up. I want to see what you look like, strutting your racist ass around in all the colors you hate.”
Buddy rolled his head over, making eye contact with Seth. He raised his arm slightly from the floor, and as his yellow colored hand shook, he shot the finger.
“Now that wasn’t very nice.”
Elmer blurted out in excitement. “Heinz 57! That’s what he is. He’s a Heinz 57, since he’s made of different ethnic groups.”
Seth laughed. “What do you think of that, Buddy? You’re a Heinz 57. A fucking mutt. Part African, Spanish, Asian and Arabic to go with your whiteness. I bet you love that.” Seth pointed at Jamal. “There’s a mirror over there with the rest of the shit. Go get it and show Buddy what he looks like.”
When Jamal held a large mirror above Buddy, he started shouting, “Oh my God! What have you done to me?” He looked at Seth. “You’re going to pay for this.”
“I’m sure. Take another look in the mirror, you idiot. You ain’t gonna do shit.”
“My brothers will find you.”
“I heard your brothers were thrown out of a helicopter at five-thousand feet.”
“What?”
“And they didn’t have parachutes.”
He tried to get up, then fell to his side. The explosion had injured his back. He started crying as he laid in the fetal position. “Look what you’ve done to me. You had no right to do this.”
Seth looked at Elmer. “Shit! I needed him to be able to walk.”
“Why?”
“For the grand finale.”
“What finale?”
Seth thought for a moment, then spoke into the mic. “Hui, Abbas and Thiago. Do Jamal next. I want him to have a white dick, dark brown balls and white face. I don’t care what color legs and arms he has as long as they’re not black. When y’all get done, lay Jamal on his stomach with Buddy on top of him so they’re back to back, then sew them together.”
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