Jasper pointed at Paul. “You say anything else I’m going to break your other fucking leg.”
Paul put his head down and he mumbled under his breath. “Damn kangaroo-fucker.”
Jasper’s eyes opened wide. “What the fuck did you call me?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit! You called me a kangaroo-fucker.”
Paul rattled off the first thing that came to his mind. “No I didn’t. I said go bang a Jew, fucker.”
Jim glared at him. “Fuck you, you anti-Semite!”
He was caught off guard. “I didn’t say anything anti-Semitic.”
“You said go bang a Jew, fucker.”
He spoke again without thinking. “No, I said hang a Hebrew trucker.”
Rajat became upset, causing his Eastern accent to be more prominent. “Fuck you, hillbilly! I kill you! I kill you bad!”
Paul held his hands out, palms up. “What did I do to you?”
“My father is of Hebrew descent and he’s a trucker.”
“You misunderstood. I said let’s gang up on Sue and fuck her.”
Amanda glared at him. “I’ll cut off your fucking dick if you try to touch me!”
Paul was starting to become frustrated. “Now why are you getting mad?”
“Sue is my middle name, asshole!”
Marcus laughed as he looked at Paul. “You better stop before you have everyone pissed at you.”
Jasper was shaking his head. “What a fucking tool.”
Paul was embarrassed as he held his head down.
Michael was hurting badly. “We need to stop dicking around and get out of here so I can get to a hospital.”
“You’re right.” Jasper laughed. “Paul’s creative phrases to save his ass a beating has wasted valuable time.” He looked at Marcus. “Did you find anything the others can use as weapons?”
“Yeah.” He handed Arul one of the torches, then handed Amanda and Paul broken legs from a stool. “I sharpened the ends a bit by grinding them on the floor. You can use them to stab or hit.” He handed another leg to Michael. “I know you’re hurting, but you need to fight if the time comes.”
Jim walked up to Marcus. “I need something too.”
He handed him a leg. “Glad you’re feeling better.”
“I’m still hurting, but I’m strong enough to fight.”
Jasper got everyone’s attention. “It’s time to go. And I need everyone to stay close and keep their eyes open.”
Jim felt it would be safer if they stayed in the room. “I think it’s a bad idea to leave. We need to hang here.”
Jasper shook his head. “No, we’re going to do it our way from here on out.”
Marcus agreed. “You’ve made too many bad decisions. Me and Jasper will get us out of this.”
Jim became aggravated. “I have a lot of experience. I should lead the group.”
Jasper laughed. “Shooting animals standing at a feed trough isn’t the experience we need.”
“First off, you’re just repeating what that psycho said. And they weren’t at a fucking feed trough. I’ve been all over the world and have….”
Marcus pushed him. “Shut the fuck up! If you don’t like the arrangement, you can stay here by yourself. You’ll only slow us down anyway.”
Jim held his hand out. “Okay, okay! We’ll do it your way.”
Jasper opened the door and looked around. “It’s clear. Let’s go.” He and Marcus led the group down a dimly-lit hallway. They were now on the second floor. It was just like the third floor—it had the same kind of rooms with large windows. They tried to open the doors as they moved along, but they were locked. At the end of the hallway there was an elevator. The doors were open, but the elevator was at an upper level. Jasper looked down. “Hey! I found Kerri and Brad.”
Everyone gathered around and looked. Kerri and Brad were at the bottom of the shaft, which was only one floor down. She was hanging by her wrists as Brad stood in front of her with his head down. He didn’t appear to be bound, but there was a wire hanging out of his penis that ran across the floor. Razor wire had been run back and forth in the shaft. There was so much of it, it looked like a spider’s web. It was obviously done to prevent anyone from climbing or jumping down.
Jasper yelled down to them. “What the fuck is going on?”
Brad looked up. He had a grimace of terror.
“Where’s Seth and Kenneth?”
He shrugged his shoulders as he lowered his head.
“Dammit! Speak to me!”
Brad picked up a propane torch and a can of PVC glue.
Marcus yelled at him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Brad looked up with a solemn expression. “I have to punish her.”
Rajat started getting upset. “You don’t have to do it!”
He grabbed the cord sticking out of his penis. “He put detonation cord in me. If I don’t, he will burn my penis off.”
Paul yelled down to him. “Just pull it out.”
“I can’t. He glued it in me.”
“Then find a way to cut it in half.”
A tear ran down his cheek. “Sorry. I have no choice. Seth told me to tell y’all it’s her punishment for burning those animals.”
Kerri was already in a lot of pain from being cut up. She could barely speak as she stared up at the group. “Please help me!”
Jasper became angry. “Don’t fucking touch her, Brad! I’ll kill your ass if you do!”
Jim looked at Jasper. “This was planned by Seth. He knew we would find this shaft. If we would have stayed in the room, Kerri wouldn’t be in this position.”
Jasper glared at him. “Bullshit! This has nothing to do with us staying or leaving.”
“It has everything to do with it. Seth isn’t going to torture anyone without an audience.”
“Don’t blame this shit on me. She chose to jump off the balcony.” He thought for a moment. “If I remember correctly, Brad and Kerri jumped to get away from your ass, so this is your fault.”
Marcus noticed Brad was pouring the PVC glue on Kerri’s back. “What’s the little bastard doing?”
Jasper yelled at him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Brad looked up. “This is for the turtle she burned.” He lit the highly-flammable glue.
Kerri’s back erupted into flames. As the PVC glue burned, it was melting to her skin. Her screams were being magnified by the elevator shaft. She was in so much pain that her body was violently flopping around and the steel cuffs around her wrists were cutting into her flesh. When the fire went out, her entire back was charred and her skin had cracked open. A pinkish liquid was running out of the cracks and dripping onto the floor. As she hung helplessly, her moans filled the shaft.
When Brad started pouring glue on her left arm, Jasper shouted, “You’re dead, motherfucker! Just wait and see! You better hope that fucking psycho kills you first!”
The others were yelling at him to stop, but he ignored them.
She screamed as he lit her arm on fire. Before the flames had a chance to go out, he had coated her other arm and lit it on fire. A few minutes later she passed out from the pain. The group was relieved that she wasn’t suffering anymore. But to their horror, Brad injected her with something, causing her to regain consciousness. He shoved his fingers under the flesh where her right breast had been cut off, pulled back on it, then dumped some glue inside her, filling the cavity between the outer skin and muscle layer. Her chest was already swollen and sore from the amputation, and now the glue was burning her raw flesh. She was screaming so hard that her voice box sounded like it was going to bust. He showed no mercy as he did the same thing to the other side. As soon as he lit the glue, her voice made a popping sound. She could only make faint sounds as she endured the pain of her chest burning.
When the flames went out, he shoved the torch head in her pussy, then pulled the trigger, igniting the gas. She raised her head and looked at the others up above. Her voice was deep and muffled as she
yelled out. “Please help me!”
Amanda looked away. “Oh my God! I can’t watch this!”
Michael leaned forward in his wheelchair and grabbed her arm. “It’ll be all right.”
She jerked her arm away. “All right? Look what’s happening to her! The sick bastard is burning her fucking vagina!” She looked at Marcus. “Tell him to kill her and get it over with.”
Marcus yelled down. “Brad! Please end it. She’s suffered enough.”
He wasn’t listening as he held the torch inside her. Flames were billowing out her vagina, burning her lips, pubic area and the inside of her legs. When he pulled out the torch head, burnt flesh was stuck to the end of it and a gush of boiling fluid ran out of her.
Jasper was trying to crawl down. He was standing on the razor wire, but he couldn’t find a way through. His feet were being cut as he balanced. He finally gave up and crawled back out of the shaft.
Brad walked behind Kerri and shoved the torch head into her ass, then pressed the trigger. All the muscles in her body were sticking out as he burned her colon. She was moaning as loud as she could as she endured the pain. Within a few minutes, she calmed down. Brad was confused. He pulled out the torch head, noticing there was no flame. Even though the flame had gone out on the torch, the propane was still being pumped in her, causing her intestines to be filled with the gas. When he stuck it back in and pulled the trigger, fire came blowing out of her ass. He dropped the torch and started rubbing his hands on his legs to ease the pain.
As the flames shot out between her butt cheeks, she was violently jerking around. The strain to her body was causing her to fart, which caused large surges in the flames. The pain became so intense that her bowels released a gush of smoking shit. It was burning her skin as it ran down the back of her legs.
The group above was horrified. They felt helpless as they watched. Brad was showing no mercy as he poured glue on her legs. When he lit them, Kerri started gagging as the toxic smoke burned her eyes and lungs.
When the flames went out, the skin from her feet to lower abdomen was black. She was on the verge of death as he lifted her head up. He took the torch and started burning her right eye. She made a strange screeching sound like a rabbit being killed as the intraocular fluid started boiling. When the eye ruptured, steam came blowing out of her socket. He did the other eye, then poured glue all over her head. He lit it on fire, then walked out of the elevator shaft, leaving her head in a huge ball of fire.
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Foul smelling smoke was coming out of the shaft as the group sat on the floor in a state of shock. Jasper stood up. “We need to keep going.”
Amanda had tears running down her cheeks. “What’s the use? He’s going to keep picking us off one at a time.”
“I’m not just going to stay here like a sitting duck.”
Marcus stood up. “Jasper is right. We have to keep going.”
As the group headed away, Arul and Rajat were helping Jim walk as Amanda pushed Michael. Everyone was keeping an eye out, knowing any of them could be next. When they came to a T, they went left. The hallway was dark, but some of the rooms with the large windows had lights on. The atmosphere didn’t feel right, almost as if they were being watched. It was very creepy.
About halfway down the hallway, Arul found a display cabinet that was lit on the inside. He yelled to the others. “I found Wayne!”
Everyone gasped as they looked inside the glass cabinet. Wayne was suspended in the center of it by fishing lines. His arms and legs had been cut off. He was looking back at them. “Please help me.”
Marcus started to open the door, but Jim stopped him. “Hold up! It’s booby-trapped.”
“How do you know?”
“Just a suspicion.”
“It’s fine.” When he turned a handle to open it, the inside of the cabinet erupted into flames. The group stared in horror as Wayne burned to death.
Jim was angry. “I fucking told you not to open it!”
Marcus felt bad. “I didn’t see any wires. It looked okay.”
“You’re going to get us killed with your stupidity.”
“Screw you!”
Jasper intervened. “Who gives a fuck? He’s better off now anyway.”
Amanda became upset. “How can you say that?”
“What kind of life would it have been to live without limbs?”
“He could have done just fine. There are special places where he could have lived a productive life.”
“The dude didn’t even have a dick. If I get all fucked up like he was, I hope someone would do me the same favor.”
Amanda shook her head as she walked off.
Marcus got everyone’s attention. “Let’s keep going.”
Arul and Rajat continued to help Jim walk as Amanda pushed Michael in the wheelchair. Around fifty-feet down the hallway, the lights went out. It was pitch dark. No one could see anything. They weren’t sure what to do as they panicked. Something knocked Arul and Rajat to the floor, then Jim started screaming. His screams seemed to fade away as if he was being quickly dragged away. Marcus and Jasper were moving down the hallway by feeling the wall in search of him. They were shouting Jim’s name, but his screaming was echoing throughout the building and they couldn’t tell where he was. Finally, he stopped making sounds. Everyone gathered in a huddle to protect themselves, worried that one of them would be next. To their horror, Jim started screaming again. It seemed to last forever.
Around thirty minutes later the lights came back on. Jasper jumped to his feet, noticing Michael was missing from his wheelchair and Jim was sitting in it. He was slouched forward and his other arm was missing. Marcus knelt beside him. “Jim, you okay?”
He could barely speak and was dazed and confused. “I don’t know.”
“What happened?”
“Seth had me. He cut off my arm with a hatchet.”
“Where’s Michael?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Jasper heard someone yelling. “Let’s go!” He took off towards the sound. Amanda pushed Jim as the group followed him. When they came to a T in the hallway, they made a right towards the sound. At the end, they found a monitor and camera hanging from the ceiling. In the monitor, they saw Michael. He was standing in the center of a room. His arms were secured above him by a chain hanging from the ceiling. His feet were shackled to the floor, with chains connected to anchors. Seth was standing in front of him.
Amanda looked at the camera, knowing it was probably so Seth could see them. She yelled at it. “Leave him alone, you fucking bastard!”
Seth turned and looked at her in his monitor. “If you volunteer to take his place I will let him go. Otherwise, he’s going to suffer the same fate that he bestowed on that cat.”
“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it.”
Jasper pulled her to the side and whispered to her. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m just trying to buy Michael some time.”
“He’s not stupid.”
“I know what I’m doing.” She looked at the camera. “I said I would do it.”
Seth got close to a camera on his side. His face took up most of the monitor on their side. “You sure? I’m going to twist this fucker into pieces, one appendage at a time.”
“I said I would.”
“Show me that you’re serious.”
She looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“Rip out one of your eyes.”
She shook her head. “That’s not necessary. Tell me where you’re at and I’ll come to you.”
“Either you do it, or I’ll have the others do it for you.”
She started walking backwards. “Just forget I said anything.”
Seth got closer to the camera. Only his mouth could be seen. “Whoever rips out one of her fucking eyes will be shown some mercy.”
Everyone looked at each other for a moment, then looked at her. Jasper and Marcus started walking towards her. She put her hands out, telling
them to stop. “Hold up! Y’all really can’t be considering that. I was just trying to help Michael.”
They kept coming.
She took off running, but Marcus and Jasper tackled her. As they held her down, they ripped out her left eye. She lay on the floor screaming while covering her bloody eye socket. Marcus walked up to the camera and held up the eyeball.
Seth smiled. “Good job. I’ll make sure you get some mercy when it’s your turn.”
Jasper walked up. “What about me?”
“What about you?”
“I helped.”
“That deal was only for one person.”
“That’s bullshit! I’m the one that ripped it out.”
“Well, Marcus is the one who has it, so I don’t know what to tell you.”
Jasper glared at Marcus. “Tell him who did it.”
“I did.”
“You lying motherfucker!”
Jasper and Marcus started fighting. Paul broke them up. “Hold up! He’s doing this shit just to get you riled up.”
Seth picked up a drill with a half-inch chuck. He stuck Michael’s left pinky finger in the drill, tightened down the chuck, then started twisting his finger very slowly. Michael screamed as the joints began to tear apart. He screamed louder as his finger twisted like a twisted piece of taffy. When it tore off at his hand, tendons were still connected. Seth ran the drill some more, causing them to twist in his wrist and arm. The more they twisted, the more knotted up they became. When they finally broke, they left large knots under his skin. Seth removed the finger from the drill and tossed it onto the floor, then moved to his ring finger.
Jasper was angry as he watched Michael being tortured. He started yelling at the camera. “You’ve made your point! You don’t have to do this! We’ve all learned our lesson.”
Paul was limping on his broken leg as he went down the hallway trying to open doors. Marcus yelled at him. “What are you doing?”
Paul had a look of desperation. “He has to be in one of these rooms.”
Arul and Rajat started helping Paul. Then Marcus and Jasper joined in. Amanda was sitting on the floor upset and Jim was sitting in the wheelchair feeling helpless.
Seth watched as they tried to open doors and beat on windows. He yelled out to them. “Hey, Jasper! Marcus! Y’all are going to be next. If you want, go ahead and find room 227. I already have it set up for your surprise.”
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