Seth looked at him. “Hey, Ron Jeremy, what are you sulkin’ about?”
“Can I speak freely?”
“Sure, pal.”
“Why are you doing this? We haven’t done anything to you.”
Seth took a deep breath. “This has to be the most non-listening group of motherfuckers I’ve dealt with. I’m not going to repeat why everyone is here.”
“I heard you. It’s just bullshit that you lured us all the way across the Pacific Ocean with a fucking lie.”
“Lie?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t lie to you.”
He looked at Kenneth and nodded towards him. “The letter he sent said we had been accepted into a special program that helps foreigners with free housing and medical.”
“None of that’s a lie. This is a special program. So special, it’s probably the only one that’s ever been offered. And your stay is absolutely free, unless you consider pain, screaming and begging payment.”
He just looked at Seth as if he was crazy.
“And I’ll give you all the free medical I can to keep you alive as long as possible during that screaming and begging.”
He looked down, not knowing what to say.
Seth looked at the group. “Everything in your letters was accurate. So, stop calling Kenneth and me liars.”
Jim laughed sarcastically as he lay on the floor. “So, who do I get to hunt?”
“Who said anything about you hunting anyone?”
“The letter did. That just proves you’re a fucking liar.”
Kenneth laughed. “Liar liar, pants on fire.”
Seth looked at Kenneth and laughed. “This dumbass is more upset about me lying than his nuts being nailed to a fucking chair.” He looked at Jim. “Do you have the letter?”
“Sure do. It’s in my pants.”
Seth left the room for a moment, then came back. “Hey, queerbait, why did you have this in your back pocket?” He held up a big, black dildo.
“That’s not mine.”
He tossed it onto the floor next to him. “Sure, pal.” He opened the letter, then showed it to him. “Is this it?”
“Yep. And you can read it for yourself.”
Seth scanned it. “I’m not seeing it.”
“It says it right there.”
“Show me.” He handed it to Jim.
He read part of it. “The selected person to be hunted is the lowest form of society.”
“Where does it say you get to hunt someone?”
“I just read it.”
“No, it says the person to be hunted is the lowest form of society. That’s you. You’re going to be hunted, not the other way around. So, no one lied.”
Jim’s eyes got big. “That’s deceiving. You’re not going to get away with this.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But either way, you’re going to pay for what you did.” Seth looked at the group. “In fact, each of you will pay for what you did. I’m going to treat you as if you mean absolutely nothing. Make you suffer in the most horrendous ways. No compassion. No remorse. No empathy. And definitely, no mercy. Just the way you treated the animals you hurt.” He tossed a pair of pliers onto the floor. “I’m giving you fuckers fifteen minutes to pull out your nails, then I’m coming for you.” Seth walked out the door.
Kenneth paused at the doorway and looked back. “By the way, the burly man in the back that got all fucked up, only ran a puppy mill. Think about what’s going to happen to your asses when Seth gets ahold of you.”
Everyone started freaking out when the door shut behind Kenneth.
Chaos
Jim crawled over to the pliers, then started pulling at the nail. He was trying to be as easy as possible since his ball sack was extremely sore and swollen. The others in the group were yelling at him to hurry up, but he couldn’t get it out. “It’s stuck. It won’t budge.”
Joe reached out. “Let me try. Toss me the pliers.”
As soon as he got them he started pulling on the nail. “Oh shit! Mine is stuck too.”
His buddy Gary was getting impatient. “Just get it out so I can remove mine.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Then give me the pliers.”
“Chill out. I’m trying.”
“Hurry up before that crazy fucker comes back.”
Joe moaned as he pulled at the nail, but it wouldn’t move. “Fuck! It won’t come out!” Jim crawled across the floor, dragging his chair behind him. He looked under Joe’s chair. “The bastard bent the end of the nail over. Give me the pliers so I can straighten it out.”
As Jim worked on the nail, Gary was getting impatient. “Hurry up. He only gave us fifteen minutes. We’re running out of time.”
“I think I got it.” He handed the pliers to Joe. “Try to pull it out.”
Joe’s eyes were huge as he worked the nail around. “It’s moving.” When it pulled out he took a deep breath. “Got it.” He noticed the nail was rusted. “Oh shit! I’m going to get an infection from this.”
“Don’t worry about that. You can get some antibiotics when we get out of here.” Jim motioned to him. “Bend mine so I can get it out.”
Gary grabbed the pliers. “Fuck that!” He started tugging at his nail with everything he had, ignoring the pain. To everyone’s surprise, he was able to pull it out. He jumped out of his chair and ran for the door. Jim yelled at him. “Give me the pliers!”
He stood next to the door on the hinged side. “Shut the fuck up! I’m going to hit that motherfucker with them when he comes back in and get my dick back.”
“You’re a fucking idiot! He has a gun.”
Joe ran and stood next to Gary with his chair in his hands.
Jim started yelling at them. “We need to help each other if we’re going to have a chance!”
Joe threw him the finger. “Fuck you! We’re getting out of here!”
“You stupid motherfuckers!”
Everyone was freaking out and yelling at Joe and Gary, but they were dead set on their plan. Jim knew they were running out of time, and if he was going to have a fighting chance he was going to have to free himself. Out of desperation, he grabbed his sack and started pulling on it. He screamed as he ripped it from the nail. Blood was running down the insides of his legs and pieces of veins were hanging out from the gash in his sack as he walked towards Gary and Joe. “You fucking assholes! I’m going to fuck you up!”
Suddenly, part of the ceiling fell in. An arrow with a cable attached to it struck Jimmy, the duck killer, in the shoulder. He and his chair were pulled up into the ceiling before anyone could react.
Jim shouted to the others. “If you want to survive, tear yourselves loose!”
Everyone was screaming as they pulled themselves from their nails. Jim noticed Joe was fixing to open the door. “Don’t open that! We don’t know what’s on the other side!”
Paul had torn his nut sack open and one of his testicles was hanging out the large gash. “Oh my God! I need to get to the hospital!” He took off running towards the door in a panic, and as soon as he opened it, a boom echoed out and he fell to the floor on his back. Joe slammed the door shut as Jim ran over to Paul. His face, neck and chest were covered in hundreds of small metal darts with fins.
Jim checked for a pulse. “He’s still alive.”
Joe noticed there were so many darts in him that he looked like a porcupine. “What the fuck are those?”
“Flechettes.”
“Is he going to die?”
“I don’t think so. The darts don’t go in very deep.”
“What the fuck would shoot something like that?”
Jim went to the door and slightly opened it. “I can see a string. The door was booby-trapped.” He opened it further. “The string is tied to the doorknob and it’s connected to a shotgun. There’s also razor wire blocking our exit.” He closed the door. “We’re going to have to be careful. The bastard probably has booby-traps everywhere. Maybe we need to stay put for a while.
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Gary was getting impatient. “We need to find that bastard and take him out so I can get to a hospital.”
“Stop worrying about your fucking dick!”
“That’s easy for you to say. He didn’t rip your shit off!”
Paul started coming around. He was feeling around his face. “Oh my God! What’s going on?” He felt his left eye. “What’s in my eye?”
Jim knelt beside him. “Just stay calm. We’ll get them out.” Jim motioned to the two men from England, Aaron and Wayne. “Y’all come here.”
They both had blood running down the insides of their legs as they came walking up while cupping their crotches, and Wayne was limping from the knife wound in his leg.
Jim stood up. “Y’all start pulling out the flechettes.” He walked over to Brian, Casey and Douglas. They were standing off to the side. “I need y’all to guard the door. And don’t let anyone open it, including on this side.”
Michael was just sitting in his chair. Jim walked over to him. “You need to get yourself loose.”
“I can’t. The nail is through one of my testicles.”
Jim motioned to Joe and Gary. “You two come here and help Michael get the nail out.”
Joe was getting upset because Jim was telling everyone what to do. “Who in the fuck made you our leader?”
“We need to stick together if we’re going to make it out of here, and I have the most experience in this kind of situation.”
“Screw you. Me and Gary can handle ourselves just fine.”
Gary agreed. “We don’t need anyone slowing us down.”
Joe walked to the door. “You fuckers can stay here, but we’re going to find a way out.”
Jim shook his head. “Y’all are making a mistake. We all need to stay in here where it’s safe.”
Gary held his hands out, palms up. “Safe? Look at my dick, asshole! Oh yeah, you can’t, because it’s hanging around some psycho’s neck.”
Joe pointed at Paul. “Look at him. He’s all fucked up. And Jimmy was shot with a fucking arrow and pulled up into the ceiling. Who knows what’s happening to that fat fucker. Naw. I think we’re going to get the fuck outta here.”
Jim was getting angry. “Listen, you walk out that door, you’re on your own!”
Joe started walking towards Jim. “Screw you, cocksucker! I’ll beat your ass!”
Jim was just as hot-headed as Joe. The two went at it, throwing punches and wrestling around. Aaron and Wayne tried to break up the fight, but Gary started pushing them. They immediately took Gary down and began hitting and kicking him as he lay on the floor in the fetal position. Brian, Casey and Douglas had jumped on Brad. As they beat him, they were blaming him for their predicament.
The others in the group were freaking out. A few were yelling for everyone to calm down while some were provoking the fights. The women were still in their seats because they hadn’t torn themselves from their chairs. The situation was getting out of hand and turning into chaos.
S & K Lawn Service
As the group acted like savages, the room on the other side of the large window lit up. Everyone immediately stopped fighting and looked. They noticed Jimmy was in the center of the room on his hands and knees. A large metal collar was around his neck with a chain secured to it. The other end of the chain was connected to a D-ring mounted to the floor. His eyelids were sewn open and he was crawling in circles like a wild animal while yelling for help.
Jim noticed the room looked like an outdated surgery room. The equipment and furnishings appeared to be from the mid-twenties to early thirties. “I think we’re in an old hospital.”
Aaron and Wayne walked up. Aaron was watching Jimmy. “Why do you think Seth has him chained in there?”
“Not sure.”
Wayne was looking at the old equipment. “Maybe we can use some of that stuff against Seth and Kenneth.”
Jim looked at him with a worried expression. “Yeah, or maybe they’ll use it on us.”
Seth came walking into the surgery room wearing a mask and carrying a tool box and a weed burner. He was wearing a blue, buttoned up work shirt with a name tag that read S & K Lawn Service. There was a tag on the other side of the shirt that read Seth. His mask looked like it was made from different parts of several different animals. The main portion of it was a goat’s skull. It had pig ears, sheep horns and a giraffe mouth. There was also a bear claw symbol carved into the forehead.
Jimmy was scared shitless when he saw him. “What are you going to do to me?”
Seth tossed a large syringe filled with a green substance onto the floor. “Inject that into your heart. It’s gonna keep you from dying so soon.”
“You’re fucking crazy! I ain’t injecting shit into my heart!”
Seth lit the weed burner. It had a long shaft with a nozzle on the end and a one-pound propane bottle near the hand grip. “The pain will stop when you do it.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Seth started burning his body. The flames were shooting out of the torch head like a flame thrower. Jimmy stood up and took off running, but the chain jerked him to the ground, almost breaking his neck. Seth kept burning him, showing no mercy. Jimmy was rolling around on the floor in a desperate attempt to get away. His screams were so loud they were echoing in the other room.
Jim, Wayne and Aaron backed away from the window and stood next to the others against the back wall, getting as far away as they could from Seth. Amanda, Kerri and Michael had carried their chairs with them since they hadn’t torn themselves loose yet. They all watched in horror as Jimmy flopped around on the floor. Smoke was billowing from his body as he screamed.
Finally, he grabbed the syringe and shoved it into his arm.
Seth yelled, “Your heart, jerkoff!”
He shoved it between his ribs and into his heart, then injected himself. He pulled out the needle and tossed it onto the floor, then just lay crying as his hair smoked. His skin all over his body was bright red with patches of charred flesh. Seth shut off the torch, then looked at the group through the window.
Joe ran to the door. “We need to get the fuck out of here!”
Jim pushed him against the wall. “Hold up! It’s not safe!”
Joe pushed him away and pointed at Seth as he stood on the other side of the glass staring back. “That crazy motherfucker is right there! I’m going the other way.”
“There are booby-traps. And we don’t know where that black bastard is.”
“I’ll take my fucking chances.”
“Don’t be a fool.”
About that time, Kenneth entered the other room pushing a lawn mower and carrying a weed eater on his shoulder. He was wearing the same blue work shirt. It also had a tag that read S & K Lawn Service. The other tag read Kenneth. “Look! There’s the black dude. Now we can get the fuck out of here.”
When Joe opened the door, he noticed razor wire. When he started to pull it apart, blue arcs shocked his hands. “Fuck! It shocked me!” He grabbed at them again. This time he was knocked onto his ass.
Jim knelt next to him. “You all right?”
He sat up. “Yeah. But how in the fuck are we going to get through those?”
The sound of a lawn mower starting up got everyone’s attention. Kenneth was holding the handle of the lawn mower down, elevating the front of the deck. Jimmy was lying right in front of it. Seth was standing over him with the torch, yelling, “Stick your fucking hand in the blade!”
Jimmy had a grimace of terror. “Please don’t make me! I beg you for mercy!”
“You didn’t have any mercy for the ducks you ran over.”
“They were just ducks.”
“Now you get to stick both of your hands in there.”
“You’re fucking crazy, dude!”
Seth started burning him. “Do it, you fucking piece of shit!”
Jimmy was screaming as he rolled around the on floor. “Stop! Stop! I beg you! Oh my God! You’re killing me!�
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“I’m not stopping until you do it!”
Jimmy finally couldn’t take the pain anymore. His flesh was burned so badly in places that it had cracked open and was steaming where his body fluids were boiling. “Okay! Okay! I’ll do it! Please stop burning me!”
Seth pulled back the torch. “If you don’t do it, I will burn your face off.”
Jimmy eased his right hand towards the blade. As he got closer he could feel the suction. He was scared, but he didn’t want to be burned anymore. It was the worst pain he had ever experienced. Seth had burned him from head to toe, horribly disfiguring his body. If he lived, he would be a freak. But he also didn’t want to die. For now, he just wanted the pain to stop, so he had no choice but to do what Seth asked. He shouted, “Fuck you!” as he shoved his hand under the mower. A loud thump echoed out as his face and body were covered with blood. Large pieces of ravaged flesh and bones shot out of the mower’s discharge chute, covering the floor and the back wall. When he pulled back his arm, his hand was gone. He looked up at Seth with anger as blood squirted out of his stub. “Look what you made me do! You’re gonna pay for this!”
“Not by you.” He pointed to his other hand. “And you’re still not done.”
His eyes got big. “What?”
“Don’t ‘watt’ me, you’re not a fucking light bulb. Stick that fucking hand in the mower! And hurry up before you bleed out.”
“Please don’t make me!”
Seth lit the torch.
Jimmy knew he didn’t have a choice. He screamed as he shoved his hand under the deck. The blade cut off all his fingers, but his thumb was still intact. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the ceiling, waiting to bleed out so his suffering would end.
Seth kicked him in the side. “You’re still not done!”
“What?”
“You have a thumb left.”
He didn’t say a word as he shoved his arm back under the lawnmower. When he pulled it out, the rest of his hand and thumb were gone. He lay on his back. “I’ll see you fuckers in Hell.”
Kenneth shut off the mower, then helped Seth pour glue on the open ends of his stubs. Jimmy didn’t understand what was happening. “What the fuck are y’all doing?”
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