Jasper moved over to the next one and started jerking on it with everything he had. When it popped out, he pulled another one just for the hell of it, then tossed the pliers on the floor as he glared at Seth. “Does that satisfy ya?”
Marcus was angry. “Release me! I want to spin that fucking wheel!”
“Great attitude.” Seth was hoping they were going to get mad at each other.
As Seth released Marcus, Kenneth secured Jasper.
Marcus eagerly spun the wheel, then glared at Jasper. “I hope it lands on your throat.”
Seth laughed. “That’s not on there.”
Jasper was scared. “Come on, man. You know I had no choice. Don’t be mad at me.”
“Fuck you! You took three of my teeth, asshole!”
“I should be the one upset. You took my eye.”
“Fuck your eye! And I’m going to take a lot more from your ass before this is over!”
“Okay, you motherfucker! You wanna play like that? Bring it on!”
As Marcus and Jasper argued with each other the wheel came to a stop. Seth laughed. “Uh, I don’t think you’re going to like this one.”
Jasper’s heart felt like it stopped when he noticed it landed on a penis. He looked at Seth with a frightened expression. “There’s no way you’re going to let that happen. You’re not that sorry.”
Seth handed Marcus a pair of scissors. “Cut off the whole thing. I don’t even want a stub left.”
He started to sit forward, then leaned back. “I… I can’t do it. Eyes and teeth are one thing, but his penis, that’s too much.”
Jasper was relieved. “That’s right. We’re done playing your fucking game.”
‘You think so?” Seth walked behind Marcus and grabbed the handle to the rod. He started to turn it, then walked back to the side of them. “I have a better idea, Marcus. If you refuse to do it, then I’ll cut off your dick. In fact, from here on out, whatever y’all refuse to cut off the other person, I will cut it off you.”
Marcus was looking at Seth with a disturbed expression. “Wait! You can’t change the rules!”
“Fuck if I can’t.”
“That’s not fair!”
Seth laughed. “The worlds not fair, pal. Now get to snippin’, or say bye-bye to your little friend.” He pulled out a knife.
Marcus sat forward. “Sorry, bro. I have no choice.”
Jasper started panicking. “No, no, no! You can’t do that! Please! I beg you!”
“It’s either yours or mine. And I wouldn’t be able to live without my cock.”
“And you fucking think I can! Please….” He screamed as Marcus started cutting into his penis. The scissors were cheap, so he was having to work them around as he squeezed the handles. As soon as Jasper’s penis fell off, Seth handed Marcus a torch. “Take care of the bleeding.”
Jasper screamed as the flames burned his flesh. The smoke billowing out from his crotch was burning his eye, and as he breathed it in, it caused him to cough.
When Marcus was done, he sat back in his chair as he watched Jasper cry. “It’ll be all right, dude. You can get a prosthetic or something.”
When Jasper caught his composure, he went absolutely nuts. His anger was overshadowing his pain. He couldn’t wait to be released. “Let me loose! I want to make that fucker pay!”
Marcus refused to be restrained. He was fighting with Seth. “Get the fuck away from me, you fucking piece of shit! You’re not going to touch me anymore! Do you hear me?”
Kenneth had to help Seth restrain him.
As soon as Jasper was released, he spun the wheel. He was watching it like an eagle. “Yeah, baby! I’m going to cut me off a wiener.”
Marcus was panicking. “Listen! I went easy on you. Please don’t take this out on me.” He looked at the wheel as it started to slow down. He took a deep breath when the pointer stopped on a nipple.
Jasper reached over and rotated it to a penis. “Fuckin’ A! Give me those scissors!”
Marcus started shaking his head as he looked at Seth. “He moved it!”
“I didn’t see shit.”
“No, no, no! This isn’t fair!”
Jasper leaned forward and grabbed his penis. “Payback’s a bitch.”
“I beg you, Jasper! Please don’t do it!”
Jasper started cutting his penis in half long ways, from his piss hole to the base. Marcus was screaming as loud as a person could scream. When Jasper had it in two pieces, he cut his penis off at the base. He grabbed the two halves, then threw them at Marcus’ face. “Fuck you, asshole!”
Seth handed him the torch. “Get after it.”
He waved it in front of Marcus. “My turn to burn your ass.”
Marcus screamed as the flames boiled his blood and burned off his pubic hair. He was about to pass out, so Seth injected him in the neck with the automatic injection syringe. Then he gave Jasper a dose. He looked over at Paul. “Hey! You need a pick-me-up too?”
Paul was at his limit. “I can’t hold on much longer.” Seth handed Kenneth the auto-injector. “Go give him a shot.” He looked at Marcus’ and Jasper’s eyes, noticing their pupils were large. “Good. The shit is working. Y’all ready to continue?”
Marcus was so angry his entire body was red. “Let’s do it! I’m ready to fuck him up!”
Over the next hour, Marcus and Jasper cut each other into pieces. Jasper had lost his nose, both ears, a knee cap, his balls, three fingers, four toes, a nipple and his tongue. Marcus had lost an eye, bottom lip, both eyelids, two more toes, three fingers, both knee caps, all the skin on his chest, a nipple and his belly button. Towards the end, Jasper lost his eye. Even though he couldn’t see, he wanted to continue. They had become so angry that Seth didn’t even have to strap them down anymore. They would take their punishment just so they could have another turn to inflict pain on the other one. Seth finally handed them each a knife. They went at each other like savages, stabbing and cutting. Within a few minutes, they both bled to death.
Kenneth was shocked. “I can’t believe two friends would do this to each other.”
“Their anger got the best of them. Plus, the adrenaline and Provigil increased their will to fight.” Seth walked over to Paul. He had both legs and his arms wrapped around bars on the ceiling. “How much longer are you going to hang there?”
He was covered in sweat and his limbs were bruised. He was very exhausted. “Please let me out. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“No, Jasper and Marcus have learned their lesson. You haven’t given a pound of flesh yet.”
He had witnessed the gruesome savagery. “I don’t want to die. Please have mercy. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Seth nodded to Kenneth. “Let’s go next door. The ragheads look bored.”
Rajat and Arul were lying on tables, asleep. Seth knocked on the window to get their attention. “Hey!”
They both jumped to their feet.
“Good. I was worried that y’all were dead. That would have been a shame to get off that easy.” He pointed to a tall rack in their room. “Feel free to go ahead and strap yourselves to that.”
They looked like they wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go.
Seth walked towards the door, then looked at Jim. “Hey, stinky, keep an eye on Paul.”
Jim was parked in the corner of the room. He had defecated and his legs were covered in feces. “You’re going to Hell for this.”
“And make sure you clean yourself up, you nasty bastard.”
Psycho Art
Arul and Rajat were horrified as Seth and Kenneth walked into their room. They took off running around like scared rats. They were running into things, crawling under tables and jumping over furniture as Seth and Kenneth chased them around. When they caught them, they dragged them to a custom-made rack. It was made of steel and had two upright sections that stood about seven feet tall. Seth stood Arul on one side and strapped him in a standing position, then he did Rajat on the other side. They were faci
ng each other and their heads, torso, arms and legs were tightly secured in place. The two sections were on rollers, allowing them to slide towards each other. Seth slid them together, then sat down on a stool next to them. “I’m curious about something. It’s bad enough to cut the horns off a rhino, but why did y’all cut off their faces, knowing they would die a slow and painful death?”
Rajat was cutting his eyes towards Seth. “No, no. We didn’t do that.”
Arul agreed. “That wasn’t us.”
Seth showed them a video. “These assholes look like you two.”
At the same time, they both said, “That’s not us.”
Seth held up a foreign newspaper. “I can’t read this shit, but that’s a picture of y’all being arrested.” He pointed to a picture of a rhino with its face missing in the same article. “It doesn’t take a genius to know what this is saying.”
They started talking in Arabic to each other.
“Hey! Cut that shit out!”
Rajat’s demeanor changed. “You can do whatever you want. We’re not going to give you the satisfaction of begging.”
“Great attitude.” Seth walked off, then came back pushing a cart loaded with medical tools and supplies. “Well, since y’all don’t have horns to cut off, I have something special for y’all.”
Kenneth was sitting in a chair. He jumped up and ran to the window. “Oh shit! Paul fell! He’s on the belt. And his dick and balls are hanging from the wire.”
Seth could hear him screaming as he walked over next to Kenneth. He pulled up a stool and sat down, then lit a cigarette. “He didn’t succumb from being out of shape or from his feet, so I guess the bet is void.”
“I suppose so.”
“Let’s bet on how long he’ll scream.”
Kenneth sat on a stool to get comfortable. “Okay.”
“I say fifteen minutes.”
Kenneth was watching how he was being flipped around. “Shit! I say only five.”
“The one closer to the time wins.” Seth started a stop watch.
Paul was trying to lay on different parts of his body where the sandpaper hadn’t already mutilated his flesh. The areas that had gotten it the least were still scraped up. His knees, elbows, hands, shoulders, feet and hips had gotten it worst, so badly, that bones were starting to show through the missing skin and muscles. After a short time, there was no part of his body where the skin hadn’t been ripped off, except for parts of his face and head. He looked like a skinned animal as he desperately fought to get back to his feet so he could jump to the bars above. His feet had become so ravaged that he was standing on bones and most of his toes were gone.
Seth looked at his watch. “Nine minutes, pal.”
Kenneth couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Paul had hardly any skin left and he looked like one of those medical displays of the human body that showed all the muscles. “How in the fuck is he lasting this long?”
“I gave him two extra doses with the auto-injector before we left the room. The adrenaline and Provigil is keeping him going like the Energizer bunny and the clotting agent is slowing down his bleeding.”
“That’s cheating. You should have told me that.”
“If it will make you feel better, then change your time.”
“All right. Sixteen minutes.”
Seth laughed. “Oh shit! His intestines are falling out of his abdomen.”
Kenneth stood up, noticing they were piling up at the end of the belt and cage. “Damn!”
By now, all of Paul’s fingers were missing. His head had hit the belt enough times that his ears and nose had been removed, and parts of his skull and jaw bone could be seen. Seth looked at his watch. “Twelve minutes.”
“Fuckin’ A! I’m getting closer.”
Paul finally stopped moving as he lay on his back. He was still screaming though. When the belt started cutting into his spine, his legs started violently twitching. A moment later he screamed out for the last time. Seth looked at his watch. “Fourteen and a half minutes.”
“I’ll be damned!”
“That’s forty bucks now.”
“I’ll get it back. But how did you know he would last this long? Have you done this before?”
“Nope. I try not to be repetitive.”
“You must know something I don’t.”
“Yeah, I’ve been fucking up assholes for decades. I know how long a person can last when given certain drugs.”
“Well, that’s just fucked up. I think that’s borderline cheating.”
“You can come up with the other wagers if you like.” Seth walked over to Rajat and Arul. “So where was I?”
They didn’t say anything.
“Oh yeah. I came up with something special for y’all.” Seth injected them with the auto-injector, then sat on the floor by their feet. “I know you both said you weren’t going to give me the satisfaction of begging, but feel free to scream.” He put in some earbuds, selected an MP3 folder on his phone labeled Mötley Crüe, then cranked up the volume. He started singing along with the music as he cleaned his surgical tools with alcohol. When he was done, he picked up a scalpel and started cutting off their toes at the middle joint, making sure he didn’t cut any tendons. He quickly cauterized the individual blood vessels with a soldering iron as he moved along. When he had them all severed, he slid the racks closer where the ends of their toes were touching. He started sewing the tendons of Rajat’s left pinky toe to the tendons of Arul’s right pinky toe, then sewed the stubs end to end. He did their fourth toes the same way, then their middle, index and big toes. He then did their other foot the same way.
They had screamed the entire time, but Seth couldn’t hear them as he sang out of tune to the Mötley Crüe songs. Kenneth was worn out from a long day of chaos and was trying to sleep on a table, but Seth’s singing was distracting him. He could deal with Arul’s and Rajat’s screaming, begging and cursing, but Seth’s out-of-tune singing was too much. He walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
Seth looked back, then removed his earbuds. “What?”
“Dude, stop singing. It’s keeping me awake.”
“You don’t like Mötley Crüe?”
“Sure, if it was in tune.”
Seth handed him some cotton. “Stick that in your ears.”
“Seriously? You’re gonna keep on even after I told you that you suck?”
“I don’t care. It’s not like I can hear myself.”
Kenneth shook his head as he walked off. “What a crazy motherfucker.” He stuck the cotton in his ears, then lay back on the table.
Seth put the earbuds back in, then started singing again. He grabbed Arul’s left arm and carefully cut through his wrist without severing the tendons. When he had his hand amputated, he sliced it open and cut the tendons loose from the bones. Before he lost too much blood, he cauterized the blood vessels. He did his other arm the same way, then did Rajat’s arms. He took Arul’s left arm and sewed the tendons to the tendons on Rajat’s right arm, sewing their arms together end to end, then did their other arms the same way.
Kenneth couldn’t sleep due to Seth’s singing. He had been sitting on the bed trying to figure out what he was doing. He walked over and tapped Seth on the shoulder again.
Seth pulled out his earbuds. He started to speak, but Rajat and Arul were screaming and yelling. He grabbed their dicks. “Shut the fuck up!”
They began whimpering.
Seth looked at Kenneth. “Now what?”
“What were those noodle looking things that were hanging out of their arms?”
“Tendons.”
“Why did you connect them to each other?”
Seth laughed. “So, when Rajat’s tendons contract, they will pull on Arul’s tendons, and vice versa.”
“Okay. But why would you want to do that?”
“Because it will be creepy as fuck. And I did their toes the same way.”
“That’s fuckin’ weird. And it’s kind of a waste of
time when you’re just going to kill them.”
“Who said I was going to kill them.”
His eyes got big. “Really? You’ve killed everyone else.”
“No I didn’t. Jim, Amanda, Aaron, Kim and Wayne are still alive. Maybe even Michael.”
“For now. But what you did to them, they’re not going to live much longer, so they might as well be dead.”
“Speaking of Jim, when are you going to finish him off?”
“I have plans for his ass, so he’s done for now.”
“Okay. So, what about Brad. When are we going to start on him?”
“As soon as I’m done with the ragheads.”
“All right.” He started to walk off, but paused. “Can you at least try to keep it down?”
“Sure.” Seth put his earbuds in, then started singing louder than before. He grabbed Rajat’s penis, then cut its head off. After he cauterized the blood vessels, he cut a hole in the bottom of it close to the base, then pulled the urethra out so he could still urinate. Rajat was screaming so loudly that it was drowning out Seth’s music. Kenneth finally got aggravated at Seth’s loud singing and Rajat’s screaming. He headed for the other room to get some sleep. When he walked in, it smelled like death’s outhouse. Paul’s body had completely disintegrated and the floor around the treadmill was covered in shredded flesh, organs, feces, urine and bones. He shut off the machine, then lay down in an old hospital bed. He thought he was going to get some sleep, but Jim came rolling up in his baby walker. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Don’t start.”
“Fuck you! You can’t do some shit like this to me and think everything is going back to normal. When I get out of here, I’m going to make sure you die a very slow and painful death.”
“I’m so scared. You can’t even wipe your own ass. What the fuck are you going to do to me?”
“I’ll hire someone.”
“Your ass is broke, dipshit.”
“I have money stashed in several places.”
“You did, but Seth took care of those too.”
His eyes got big. “Bullshit!”
“Just leave me alone so I can get some rest.”
He started head-butting the bed as he yelled, “Fuck you, asshole! You’re going to pay for this!”
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