When he saw what Seth had done, he stopped breathing for a moment. “Holy fuck! What the… I can’t believe… Why?”
“Why not?”
“Wow! You need help. I’m not trying to be rude, but you really, really do.”
“I just think you had a thing for this bitch.”
He quickly came back. “No I didn’t!”
“Sure, pal. Same thing happened to Kim, in a roundabout way, and you didn’t make such a fuss over that.”
“You’re fucking delusional.”
Seth pointed at Amanda’s vagina. “I won’t hold it against you if you take that home.”
“I told you I didn’t have a thing for her! You’re making me upset!”
“All right, all right. Calm down. We’ll change the conversation.”
“Fine. But I still don’t give a shit about her.”
Seth handed him a whole bunch of bottle rockets and a knife. “Sharpen the ends of the sticks, then whack them at an angle facing away from the rocket to make barbs.” He did one to show him how to do it. “It needs to be like this.”
“Why?””
Seth walked over to Amanda and jabbed the stick into her right arm. “The point helps penetrate her flesh.” He pulled back on it. “And the barbs prevent it from pulling out.”
“How many do you want me to do?”
“All of them.”
Over the next thirty minutes, Seth and Kenneth worked on the bottle rockets. When they were done, Seth started sticking them all over Amanda’s body. She moaned as each one punctured her flesh. When he was done, there were about three hundred bottle rockets sticking out of her. Seth laughed. “She looks like a fucking porcupine.”
Kenneth was shaking his head. “You never did prove she was a bad person.”
Seth dug through a duffle bag, then pulled out a folder. He flipped through it, stopping on a page, then handed it to him. “That’s her criminal record. Her kids Kelly and Preston were taken from her because of child abuse. Then there’s numerous criminal convictions for theft, domestic violence, assault, vandalism, arson and fraud.”
Kenneth read it, then looked at Seth. “I had no idea.”
“I told you that scumbags who do mean shit to animals are pieces of shit.”
“What about the others?”
“They’re pieces of shit too. Some of them might not have as long of a rap sheet as she does, but they’re still lowlifes. And even if they had a clean slate, I would have still fucked them up for what they did. The fact they have done other shit is just more fuel for the fire. And speaking of fuel…” Seth picked up a spray bottle and walked over to Amanda. “You ready to be turned into a star?”
She glared at him through her only eye. “You don’t know shit about me. I’ll see you in Hell.”
He set the spray bottle down and grabbed a firecracker. He tied on a long fuse, then stuck it under her eyelid. “You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up.” He lit it, then stepped back. The fuse hung down by her knees.
She was desperately moving her eye around to dislodge the firecracker. She could feel the flame running up the fuse by her thigh. Seth had made it that long just to increase the fear factor. The anticipation of having her eye blow out would be horrifying.
When the flame reached her stomach, she started jerking around as she yelled at Seth. “Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you what I did!”
“It’s too late for that.”
“Please don’t do this! I beg you!”
“I would stop jumping around. You might set off some of the bottle rockets.” The fuses to the bottle rockets were about eight to ten inches away from her body, but as she jumped around the long fuse from the firecracker was flopping around and getting close to them.
She held still. “Okay! I’m doing it! Please get this out of my eye!”
“I didn’t say I was going to remove it. I just didn’t want you to set off all those rockets.”
“Oh my God! It’s almost to my eye!” The flame was now burning her face. She screamed right before it got to her eye. A few seconds later she relaxed.
Seth laughed. “It’s a fucking dud.” He stuck another one under her eye with a short fuse and lit it. Before she could say anything, it blew out her eye. She screamed as intraocular fluid ran down her face. Seth picked up the spray bottle and started soaking her body and all the bottle rockets.
Kenneth could smell it. “Is that alcohol?”
“Yep. Everclear.”
“Why are you doing that?”
“You’ll see.” After he had her soaked from head to toe, he walked to the other side of the room, lit a zippo, then tossed it at her. The Everclear erupted into flames, igniting all the fuses to the bottle rockets. Amanda screamed as she was completely engulfed in flames. The hundreds of rockets were putting out such a bright light that Kenneth put his hands in front of his eyes, but Seth was watching with excitement. “I told you I was going to make that bitch a star.”
All the bottle rockets popped at the same time, causing pieces of paper to be blown everywhere. As the paper floated to the floor like snow, and as the smoke cleared, Amanda’s body began to appear. All her flesh was black as coal, but miraculously, she was still moving. Kenneth was feeling nauseous as he looked at her. “Oh my God! She’s still alive!”
Seth lit a cigarette as he stood in front of her. “Well, fuck!”
Kenneth walked up. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re all out of fireworks.”
“Just go ahead and put her out of her misery.”
“Na, I’m kinda bored with this bitch. Go ahead and put her in the hallway.”
“Why?”
“I’m tired of looking at her.”
“I meant, why are you going to let her keep suffering?”
“Good point. After you drag her ass out there, pour this on her.” He handed him a jug.
“What is it?”
“Bleach. That should really make those burns feel real good.”
Rag Doll
Seth walked up to Michael as Kenneth dragged Amanda out in the hallway. “You ready to have your limbs twisted off?”
He looked confused. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Please don’t twist off my arms and legs. And I thought you weren’t going to hurt me anymore.”
“See, you were listening. And where in the hell did you get the idea you were done?”
He started crying. “Please don’t! You’ve already gotten me back!”
“How do you figure that?”
“My hands and feet are mutilated. They make me look like a freak. And you took my penis. That’s the worst thing you could have done to me. How am I supposed to live like this? And my guts and ass are killing me. I think you might have torn something. If I don’t get to a hospital soon, I might get an infection.”
Seth laughed. “An infection is the least of your worries.”
Kenneth came walking in the room. “Hey, I poured bleach on her like you said. She’s going crazy, flopping around on the floor and shit like she’s having a seizure or something.”
“Good!” Seth nodded towards Michael. “Numb nuts said he wants to be turned into a rag doll.”
“I’m sure he did.”
Michael started freaking out. “I didn’t say that! Please don’t do this!”
Seth started removing his restraints. “Help me get him to the pipe threader.”
Michael started fighting with them, so Seth hit him in the head with a club, knocking him unconscious. They dragged him to the threader, stuck his right arm through the rotating section, then chucked it down.
Seth injected him with the automatic injection syringe. A few seconds later, his eyes opened as he was sitting on the floor with his arm stuck in the threader. He got on his knees and started freaking out. “What the fuck is this? Why is my arm in here?” He tried to pull it out, but it was bound tightly in the threader, which was on a three-legged stand, anchored to the floor. He tried to stand
up. “Oh my God! My feet are killing me!” They were very swollen and blue and the cauterized ends were oozing blood and clear fluids. He fell back to his knees.
Seth was standing next to him. “When I start this machine, your arm is going to start rotating. You’re going to have to flip around with it or it’s going to twist off your arm.”
His eyes got big. “You’re fucking crazy!”
“That’s not true. I could have stuck your hand in the threading die. You need to show some thanks.”
“Please don’t do this to me! I beg….”
Seth flipped a switch on the machine. The rotating section started slowly twisting his arm. He wasn’t sure what to do. He tried to get to his feet, but the threader had already twisted him to the side, throwing him off balance. He screamed as his arm forced him to fall on his ass. As it continued, he had to rotate to his side, to his knees, then to his other side before falling back on his rear. His arm was twisting unnaturally and Kenneth could hear the ligaments in his elbow and shoulder popping. “Damn! That’s making my arm hurt!”
Michael was panicking as he rolled around. Not only was his arm feeling like it was breaking, but his twisted intestines were causing agonizing pain as he flopped around. He screamed at Seth. “This is fucking killing me! Please make it stop!”
“See how you like this.” Seth moved a lever, speeding up the machine.
At first, Michael tried to keep up by doing backflips. If he jumped too soon, his body would beat his arm before it was rotated enough, causing it to bind up. It would make loud popping sounds as ligaments broke and bones cracked. If he jumped too late, his arm would be twisted too much, throwing him off balance. The machine would flip him around, causing even more damage to his arm. Feces and blood were slinging from his rear-end, splattering the floor, walls and ceiling, as he flipped around. He finally became dizzy and couldn’t keep up. The machine started flipping him around like a rag doll. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as all the bones in his arm shattered into pieces. Finally, there wasn’t enough bone structure left and his arm started twisting as his body remained stationary. To his horror, his arm tore apart at the elbow.
Seth burned his stub as he lay on the floor screaming. The upper portion of his arm was as limp as a noodle from all the broken bones.
Kenneth couldn’t see Jasper, Marcus, Arul or Rajat in the monitor. “Hey! Only Paul and Jim are in the hallway.”
Seth walked over to the monitor, then yelled at the camera. “Paul!”
Paul looked up as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall. “What?”
“When the others get back from trying to escape, tell Marcus and Jasper to head to room 227. It’s unlocked. And I want you and Jim to join them. I’ll be wrapping up here soon and don’t feel like chasing y’all around.”
Paul stood up. “Why am I going? You said Jasper and Marcus were next.”
“It will make it more fun.”
“Please don’t do this. I’ve learned my lesson. Please let me go. I promise I will never harm another animal.”
“Tell them to go ahead and sit in the chairs and you can get in the cage. Jim can do whatever.”
“Cage?”
“Yeah, I designed it just for you.”
He took off limping, disappearing into the dark. Jim was struggling as he scooted his baby walker down the hallway.
Seth went back over to Michael. “Arm or leg?”
He was lying on the floor in his own piss, shit and vomit. He wouldn’t look up.
“Let’s do a leg this time.” He looked at Kenneth. “Go grab the sledge hammer.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
“Not on purpose. I just need to make a few adjustments so his leg will fit in the threader.”
“Oh.” He went and got it.
Seth raised the hammer above his head, then slammed it down on Michael’s right ankle, causing blood to gush out of the crushed joint. He raised the hammer as Michael crawled on the floor screaming. He struck his ankle again, smashing it as flat as a pancake. He struck him again, but this time in the foot. Kenneth was shaking his head. “Why in the hell did you do that?”
“So his leg will go in the threader.”
“You could have just stuck it in there.”
“The threader only has a four-inch opening. I needed his foot to be straight with his leg.”
“I thought when you said adjustment, you were going to do it to the machine.”
Seth laughed. “I wouldn’t beat on my shit like that.” He grabbed Michael’s foot and dragged him across the floor, then stuck his leg into the threader. “Low, medium or high?”
Kenneth looked confused. “Huh?”
“I was talking to Michael to see what speed he wanted to start off at.”
Michael was panicking. “Please don’t turn it on! I don’t want to lose my leg! Please have mercy!”
“We’ll start off slow.” Seth put it on low, then flipped a switch.
Michael was lying on his back with his right leg bent as it went into the threader. He wasn’t in any kind of bind until the machine started forcing him to his left side. Since his knee didn’t bend sideways, he was having to hold himself up with his left arm. He continued to hold himself up as he turned face down, but when he started rotating to his right side, he had no way to hold himself up since his arm had been ripped off at the elbow. Plus, even if he had his right arm, his body was too far from the floor since his left leg was now above the one in the threader. As he rotated that direction, Seth was watching with excitement. He yelled at Kenneth. “Twenty bucks that his leg breaks before his knee hyperextends.”
“You’re on.”
Michael started yelling at Seth. “Please stop the machine! It’s going to break my fucking leg!” About that time, his tibia and fibula snapped, causing his body to hit the floor. Bone fragments were protruding out of his leg as he screamed.
Seth moved a lever, speeding the threader up. Michael didn’t have time to react as his body flopped around. His leg started twisting where his bones had broken and the skin looked like a twisted wash cloth. When it became very tight, Michael grabbed his knee right before it gave out. He lay on his back, watching in horror, as his lower leg continued to twist. The skin at his knee had ripped apart and all that was holding his leg together were some tendons and muscles. After a few more rotations, his stub fell to the floor. Seth gave him an additional injection with the automatic syringe, then cauterized his stub. He turned off the machine, removed the severed limb, then looked at Kenneth. “I’m getting bored with this shit. Do his other arm and leg, then come to room 227.”
Kenneth looked confused. “You’re leaving me here?”
“You can handle it.”
“I don’t want to do this.”
“Fuck!” Seth picked up the sledge hammer and started hitting Michel’s left foot and ankle. After he flattened them, he shoved his leg into the threader. He moved the speed lever to high, then turned the machine on. Michael didn’t even have time to scream before the threader ripped off his leg at the knee. Seth quickly cauterized the stub, then shoved his left arm into the threader. He put the machine on low speed, turned it on, then walked out of the room.
Since Michael didn’t have lower legs, he was spinning on his stubs as the threader rotated his arm. He yelled at Kenneth as he was walking off. “Please turn it off! I don’t want to lose my arm!”
Kenneth paused. “Sorry. I can’t help you.”
“Then fuck you, you black piece of shit!”
He walked over to the machine and lowered the threading die. “No, fuck you!” He pushed the die against his hand. The sharp threads immediately started cutting into his flesh. Instead of cutting smooth threads, it was mutilating his flesh, muscles and bones until his hand came off at the wrist. He turned off the machine, then shoved his arm all the way into the rotating assembly up to his shoulder.
Michael was panicking. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up, assh
ole!”
“You don’t want to do this! You’re not like Seth! Please let me go! I won’t say anything!”
Michael’s arm was sticking out the other side of the machine about ten inches. Kenneth started it, then pushed the die against his stub. The die ripped off his flesh as it cut threads into his bones. The die was on a trolley, so as it cut, it moved up his arm.
Kenneth walked out of the room as Michael flopped around and screamed for mercy.
Home Away from Home
Kenneth caught up to Seth in the hallway. He noticed he was dragging Jasper by the hair. He looked dead. “Did you kill him?”
“No. Just shot him with a tranquilizer gun.”
“Where’s Marcus?”
“Already in the room.”
“What about Paul?”
“I haven’t found him yet.”
“You need me to do anything?”
“Yeah. Go round up Jim. He’s hiding in the dark in the east hallway.”
“You think he’s with Rajat and Arul?”
“No. I have them locked in the room next to Marcus.”
“Think Paul could be down there with him?”
“No.” He nodded toward the ceiling. “I think he’s hiding in the heat duct.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I could hear something banging around in there.”
“Might be a big ass rat.”
“Yeah, named Paul.”
“How you going to get him down?”
“Not sure yet. Maybe I’ll get you to go in after him.”
“Fuck that.”
“You scared of confined spaces?”
“I’m not scared of shit.”
“Good. After you round up Jim, figure out a way to get him out of there.”
“All right.” Kenneth took off. When he got to the east hallway he found Jim. “Let’s go, asshole.”
Jim was angry. “Get the fuck away from me!” He started scooting his baby walker backwards.
Kenneth grabbed it, making him come to a stop. “Don’t make me drag your ass, you little prick!”
Jim started throwing his upper body around and kicking his legs. “Leave me alone! I haven’t done shit to you!”
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