Tim felt like he was on top of the world. He started laughing in his head, thinking how messed up it was that he was getting excited after all the shit he had gone through. My God, I’m holding my freakin’ leg bone, he thought as he chuckled under his breath.
Charles didn’t even scream when the saw cut into him. He died before the blade was fully retracted. Joe was crying and appeared to have given up. Elmer stopped the saw, then walked over to him. Tim couldn’t hear what was being said. “Hey, what the fuck are you two talking about?”
Elmer glared at him. “Don’t fucking worry about it, you fucking prick. Mind your own business.”
“You need to get that fucking saw started and finish this shit.” He pointed at Joe. “That motherfucker needs to die.”
Elmer shook his head. “Listen here, you cocky piece of shit, you need to show some fucking respect. Joe hasn’t done shit to you. In fact, he’s been trying to help you.”
“Whatever, dude.”
“He could have let you cut off your legs and bleed out, you ungrateful bastard.”
“I don’t give a shit about him or you. And I don’t know what you two are fucking scheming, but Seth isn’t going to like it.”
“Seth already knows. He told me what your prize is going to be, and I’m just telling Joe what it is.”
Tim grinned. “You should be telling me, not that fuckhead.”
Joe had a solemn expression as he looked at Tim. “You don’t have to act like an asshole. We were all in this together.”
“Whatever. You’re just jealous you lost.”
Joe looked at Elmer. “At least give me the satisfaction of telling that arrogant fucker what his prize is before I go.”
Elmer nodded. “I think that’s a great idea.”
Tim had a cocky look. “Well, let’s hear it, Joe.”
“They’re going to incarcerate your mind.”
Tim looked confused. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“When this is over, they’re going to cut off all your appendages, including your dick and balls. Then they’re going to cut out your tongue, remove your voice box, bust your ear drums and rip out your eyes. You’ll get to live the rest of your life in some nursing home in total silence and darkness, forced to think about how much of a sorry piece of shit you are.”
Tim had a grimace of terror as he looked at Elmer. “Is he telling the truth?”
“For the most part.”
Tim started to panic. “Hold up. I won. The deal was I get to live. You can’t do that.”
Elmer laughed. “You are going to live, numb-nuts.”
“But you didn’t say anything about doing that to the winner.”
“You knew there was a surprise that went along with winning.”
“You sick son of a bitch! You had this planned from the beginning. You played all of us.”
“Just remember this was your fault for molesting your daughter when you’re nothing more than a breathing bag of thoughts. Keep that flowing through your head as the years go by. And maybe you will get lucky and live to a ripe old age, you fucking child molester.”
Tim started thinking of the reality of living in total silence and darkness without arms and legs. How horrifying would it be to have to live like that, not being able to communicate, only being stuck with his thoughts. Horrible thoughts at that. He desperately wanted to live, but not like that. He knew what he needed to do. He had the courage now to take his own life. He looked at Elmer as he pointed at Joe. “I haven’t won yet. He’s still alive. I want to keep playing.”
Elmer put Joe in a headlock, then shoved a long screwdriver into his eye, sinking it all the way to the back of his skull. Joe’s lifeless body fell back onto the table as the handle of the screwdriver stuck out of his eye socket. Elmer looked at Tim. “Game over, pal.”
Tim grabbed his knife, and before he could cut himself, Elmer ran over to him and injected him with a tranquilizer. The last thing Tim saw was Elmer’s smiling face as his vision faded into darkness.
Tug-of-War
A small town in Kansas was in shock. A local woman named Lisa Wilson had taken her three-year-old son in her arms, carried him out to the middle of a bridge, then threw him to his death. The most shocking part was someone had paid her million-dollar bail. When she was released, she was required to wear a tracking device. A week later she came up missing. The police found her tracking device and her foot in a ditch on the outskirts of town.
Seth’s phone rang. He answered. “Yeah?”
“It’s Barry, I mean Elmer. I got them in the warehouse like you asked.”
“How many were you able to get?”
“Seven.”
“Good. I’ll be there in a few days. Put ‘em on ice until then.”
“Seriously? That will probably kill them.”
“I didn’t mean ice ‘em literally, you fucking idiot. I just want you to hold them until I get there.”
Elmer could hear people laughing in the background. “Where’re you at?”
“Offshore fishing in the Gulf.”
“Who’s laughing?”
“I’m with some friends.”
“Friends?”
“Yeah, believe it or not, I do have friends, but don’t worry, you’re still my bitch.”
“Ha ha. So, what am I supposed to do in the mean time?”
“What I told you to do.”
“If you say so, boss.”
“Stop calling me boss.” Seth hung up on him.
Elmer put his phone in his pocket, then looked at a group of people that were tied up along a wall. “You fuckers are just going to have to wait a few days before he gets here.”
A woman’s voice shouted out, “You’re going to fucking hang for this, you little bastard.” After that comment, angry voices shouted out, cursing and threatening him. There were three women and four men. They were all nude and chained to a wall inside an old abandoned building. They had been demanding answers from Elmer, but Seth had told him not to say or do anything until he got there.
The building was located way out in the middle of nowhere in west Texas. All the windows had been boarded up so it was dark, except for the immediate area where Elmer had set up some twelve-volt lights that were being run off car batteries. The building was dusty, cold and moisture filled the air.
Elmer was aggravated that Seth was goofing off while he was busting ass. Over the last four weeks he had staked out fifteen lowlifes. All Seth had done was given him the list of names and ten grand. Out of the fifteen scumbags, he was able to get seven. The others were either in prison or couldn’t be located. It had been a lot of work rounding them up. He had also taken all the risks. Now he had to sit and wait until Seth arrived, as if he was incompetent. But he was glad that he didn’t have to wear the stupid beer hat anymore now that all his wounds had healed.
The next day Elmer called Seth again.
Seth answered. “Now what?”
“You sure you don’t want me to do something? I’m getting kind of bored.”
“Hell no—you botched up your last assignment.”
“You still mad at me for killing Joe?”
“You turned that whole escapade into a fucking circus.”
“That was all Tim’s fault.”
“Bullshit. You were the one that was supposed to be in control, but apparently, I’m going to have to hold your hand. Now chill the fuck out. I’ll be there in two days.” Seth started to hang up, then remembered who he was talking to. “I hope you’ve been giving them water.”
“Of course, I have. I’m not stupid.”
“That’s good—it would be pointless to do all this if they died from dehydration.”
“See, you don’t have to babysit me.”
“We’ll see about that. Now hang tight. I’ll be there soon.”
Elmer put his phone away, then quickly gave everyone some water.
Two days later Seth arrived around 11 PM. Everyone stayed quiet as they stared at him with
uncertainty, but Elmer was excited like a dog that had been left at home all day. “I’m glad you’re here. These fuckers have been talking a lot of shit. It sucks I couldn’t say anything to them. Now they’re aggressive. And I mean real fucking aggressive. You’ll have your hands full with a few of them. You should have at least let me talk shit.”
Seth shook his head. “Why you so wound up?”
“Sorry. I’ve been freakin’ bored. This place is way out in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
“That’s why I picked it.” Seth noticed Elmer was wearing baggy white pants, a black tee shirt, a grey jacket with a hoodie and a red flat bill hat. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“What? You don’t like it?”
“First off, you look fucking retarded. Like a wannabe gangster. A retarded gangster at that. And who in the hell wears white pants to a blood and guts shit storm?”
“I’m not worried about it—I’ll be watching from a distance.”
“Watching my ass. You’re going to be elbows deep in the shit.”
Elmer’s eyes opened wide. “I thought I didn’t have to do that kind of stuff anymore.”
“Where in the hell did you get that idea from?”
“I thought you didn’t….”
A woman’s voice shouted out, “Hey, motherfuckers, don’t act like I’m not here.”
Elmer nodded. “She’s been a real bitch. The mouthiest of the group.”
Seth walked closer to the group and looked at them. “Y’all ready to get this orgy started?”
The same woman popped off. “You ain’t touching me, you fucking pervert.”
Seth noticed she looked like white trash. The type that collected government handouts. She was in her late twenties, short, skinny with a flabby belly, red hair, and poor quality tattoos were scattered all over her body. She had piercings in her face, nipples and bellybutton. She has sores on her lips and a couple of boils around her waist. Seth lit a cigarette, then blew smoke in her face. “I wouldn’t fuck you with Elmer’s dick, you nasty bitch.”
“Fuck you, asshole!”
After that comment, everyone became unruly, cursing and shouting threats.
Seth grabbed the woman’s face, shoved it back against the wall, then pulled out her left eyeball with his fingers. He held it up, dangling it by the optic nerve. “Anyone that makes a fucking sound will have their eye ripped out too.”
The building was quiet. All that could be heard were crickets and the woman’s crying.
Elmer shook his head. “Wow! These fuckers haven’t been this quiet since they woke up three days ago.”
“We’re not fucking around with this group. Let’s get the who did what out of the way so we can get this party started.” Even though Seth had done the original research on the people, he wasn’t sure who was who. He looked at Elmer as he nodded towards the redheaded woman. “Start with this gross, one-eyed bitch. Which one is she?”
Elmer flipped open a notebook. “This is Kim. She’s the one that stuck her newborn baby in a dumpster, then got off by claiming she had postpartum depression. She was locked up in a mental institution. I enticed the doctor just as you said.”
“I’m glad you were able to get this one. She was in the top five on my list.”
Seth moved to the next person; a man. He was older, probably in his late fifties. He was tall, slender and bald on top. His remaining hair was died black. His skin was very tan and wrinkly. It was obvious that he spent a lot of time outside in a bikini by his tan line—his shaved crotch was white as a ghost while the rest of his body looked like burnt bacon. He had an earring in each ear, and a piercing in his left nipple. Seth was shaking his head. “Where in the fuck did you find this guy? He looks like a fucking pervert.”
“As a matter of fact, he is. This is Bruce. He was number eleven on your list. He was convicted three times for molestation and has spent half of his life in prison.”
“I remember him now. He just looks different with his tan.”
“And I’m sure being nude don’t help either.”
“Right.”
Elmer looked at Bruce. “You wanna tell Seth where I found you?”
He was looking down. “I served my time.”
Elmer laughed. “I’ve been hearing that a lot over the last three days.”
Seth got everyone’s attention. “Hey, y’all listen up. I don’t have time for this shit. Anyone that doesn’t cooperate will have their throat cut. And that’s after Elmer does something real fucked up to you.”
Bruce kept his head down as he said, “I was driving my car.”
Elmer shook his head. “No, you weren’t.”
“Well, I was parked at the moment.”
“And where were you parked?”
“On the side of the road.”
“No shit, asshole. Stop beating around the bush.”
A man at the far end yelled out, “You motherfuckers are nothing more than bullies. You have no right to do this.”
Seth looked at Elmer. “Go pull off that fucker’s dick.”
“With what?”
“Your hands.”
“You serious?”
“You didn’t have a problem doing it to Jason.”
“How long you going to be mad at me for that?”
Seth glared at him. “I’m not telling you again.”
Elmer could tell by Seth’s eyes that he wasn’t joking—he had seen that look plenty of times. The man shouted at Elmer to keep away from him as he approached. Elmer grabbed the man’s penis with both hands, then started pulling on it. The man was screaming at the top of his lungs as Elmer stretched his manhood several times its length. It looked as if they were playing tug-of-war. Elmer finally put his foot on the wall for extra leverage, then with all his strength, tore it off at the base. Blood was squirting across the floor as everyone stared in horror.
Seth tossed Elmer a small pouch. “There’s a clotting agent. Put some of that on his pussy.”
When Elmer came back, Seth pointed at his pants. “You got some penis juice on your pants.”
Elmer looked down, noticing several large red stains. “Son of a bitch! These cost me a hundred bucks.”
“Cost who a hundred bucks? I know your ass doesn’t have any money. And speaking of money, where’s the rest of it?”
“It’s in the trunk of my car.”
“Next time I send you on an assignment, don’t be using the scumbag funds on gay ass clothes.”
“I had to blend in.”
Seth started to say something, but noticed the type of people that were hanging on the wall. “I see your point.”
Elmer looked at Bruce. “Hey, tan man, you ready to stop beating around the bush?”
Bruce was horrified at what happened to the other man. He could hear him crying. “Yeah, I uh… I was parked in front of a playground, and uh… Yeah, I was parked there.”
“Why?”
“Just hanging out.”
Elmer looked at Seth. “And guess what the fucker was wearing while he was just hanging out?”
“By looking at him, I would guess a dress.”
“I wish. He only had on speedos and flip flops. That was it.”
Seth laughed. “What a sicko.”
“At least you didn’t have to drag the nasty bastard out of his car.”
“I’ve done my fair share of shit like that, but that’s what I have you for now. And as far as this fucker just hanging out, I know what he was doing. Enough with him, let’s move on.” Seth walked over to the next person. He was a big man, around two-hundred and fifty pounds. He was in his mid-forties, had long black hair that hung past his shoulders and a thick handle bar mustache. His body was littered with white-power tattoos. Seth could tell they were prison-related. “And what the fuck do we have here?”
“This is Scott. He….”
Scott shouted, “I’ll fucking kill you if you touch me, you motherfucker!”
Seth flicked his cigarette butt, striking Sc
ott in the face. “Your left eye or fucking dick?”
“You ain’t touching me.”
Seth pushed Elmer forward. “Pull off his fucking dick.”
As soon as Elmer grabbed his penis, Scott screamed out, “No no no! Please don’t pull it off! I beg you.”
Seth shouted, “He chose his eye! Rip the fucker out!”
Elmer shoved Scott’s head against the wall, then thrust his thumb into his left eye. Scott screamed as intraocular fluid ran down his face. Elmer was having a hard time getting out the eye as he worked his fingers around inside the eye socket.
Seth was getting aggravated. “You’re fucking it up.”
Elmer looked over his shoulder. “What? I can’t hear you over his screaming.”
Seth shouted, “You’re fucking up his eyeball!”
Elmer ripped out the eye, then looked at it. “It looks fine to me.”
“It’s fucking deflated.”
“You want me to rip out his other one?”
Scott started begging. “Please don’t! I beg you. I will do whatever you say.”
Seth laughed. “Naw, he’ll need it later when he’s muff-divin’.”
Elmer had a confused look. “Do I even want to know what that means?”
“Probably not.”
Elmer thumped Scott in the face. “You ready to tell on yourself?”
Seth lit a cigarette, then took a long drag. “No need wasting time with this fuckhead either. I remember researching him. He’s a habitual rapist. Let’s move on to the next one.”
They walked over to a woman. She was looking down. Her long black hair was hiding her face. She was short with a flabby belly and wide hips. Elmer yelled at her. “Look up!”
When she raised her head, Seth recognized her. She looked like a drugged-out version of Rosie O’Donnell. “Ah, my million-dollar baby.”
“Yep. This is Lisa Wilson. But I can’t believe you wasted that kind of money on this bitch.”
“I do spend a lot on hunting and fucking up scumbags, but this was a donation.”
“From who?”
“A crooked judge. I gave him the choice of paying her bail or having his testicles pulled out through his ass.”
“That’s freakin’ gross, but that explains why the child-murdering bitch wasn’t in jail. I found her living in a shelter. She was an easy find since everyone in the town hated her.” Elmer looked at Seth. “You could have told me you had her bailed out. It would have saved me some time.”
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