Out of nowhere a dart struck Gary in the neck. He fell to his knees, then to his face. Joe started beating on the window, but a dart struck him in the back, knocking him unconscious.
Jim and the others had found a staircase. As he led the group down the stairs, something struck him in the back of his right leg. He noticed an arrow was sticking out of him, then shouted, “Everyone get away from the center of the stairs! He must be up there!” He moved as quickly as he could, hovering against the outer wall. When he got to the third floor, he waited until everyone was out, then slammed the door shut. His leg was feeling like it was on fire and getting worse by the second. He fell on his side and yelled, “Get this fucking thing out of me! It’s burning really badly!”
Jasper knelt beside him. He grasped the arrow. “You ready?”
“Just do it!”
Jasper put his foot on his leg, then jerked it out. He looked at the tip, noticing how far the blood was on it. “It doesn’t look like it went in very far. You’re lucky. It could have hit an artery.”
Jim looked like he was suffering. “Something’s wrong. My leg feels like it’s on fire.”
Marcus was looking at the wound. “Probably just hit a nerve, mate.”
“That’s not it.” Jim started panicking. “The pain is getting worse! Oh my God! What the fuck is going on?” He stood up and starting walking in hopes it would relieve the pain. “My whole leg feels like it’s burning inside.”
Michael had picked up the arrow. He noticed there was a piece of paper wrapped around the end by the feathers. He pulled it loose, then read it. “Hey, man. This says the arrow was coated with some shit called the Gympie Gympie plant.”
Marcus grabbed the piece of paper and read it. “Oh shit! This is bad.”
Jim looked worried. “What’s it say?”
“Just what Michael said. The tip of the arrow was covered with the Gympie Gympie plant. It’s from the rainforest areas of northeastern Australia where I’m from.”
“Is it poisonous?”
“Yes. It’s a potent neurotoxin and one of the most venomous plants in the world.”
“Am I going to die?”
“I don’t think so, but the Gympie Gympie’s sting is infamously agonizing. You’re going to be in pain for a while.”
“For how long?”
“The burning sensations will grow more intense over the next half hour or so. It can then lead to aching joints and vomiting, and the intensity of pain can last from a few days up to several months. It can become so severe that it can eventually lead to shock.”
“Oh my God! How much more painful can this get?”
Jasper squatted next to him. “I’ve been told the pain has been described as unbearable. It can drive its victims to the point of madness. Stories have been told of horses jumping off cliffs after being stung just to escape the pain. An officer once killed himself because he was in so much agony.”
Jim looked scared. “What if we cut open the hole and let it bleed out like a snake bite?”
“That won’t work. It’s not a liquid. The plant is covered in fine, silicon-like hairs that embed themselves in your body, and they release the painful toxins. The arrow’s tip was covered in them.”
Jim looked at everyone. “Does anyone have painkillers on them?”
Paul was standing off to the side. His face was extremely swollen and covered in blood from where the flechettes had pierced his flesh. His left eye was swollen shut and oozing fluid. “Dude? We’re all naked. Where in the fuck would we have some pills?”
Marcus snapped at him. “You need to shut your mouth! Jim is in a lot of pain and isn’t thinking rationally. Show some fucking respect.”
Jim stood up. “We have to keep moving.”
Marcus grabbed his arm. “You sure?”
“Yeah. We need to get out of here.”
Amanda tried to open the door to the staircase. “The bastard has locked it.”
Jim pointed down the hallway. “Fuck it! Let’s go that way.”
Marcus and Jasper helped Jim walk as they eased down the hallway with caution. Suddenly, Aaron got everyone’s attention as they passed by a window. “Oh shit! There’s Joe and Gary.”
The group looked through the window into another room. Joe and Gary were tied to the top of stainless steel tables. They were looking back and screaming for them to help. Jim tried to open the door but it was locked. “We have to get them out of there. Find something and try to break the window.”
Michael found a large fire extinguisher. When he slammed it into the glass, it didn’t break. He did it again. This time it only cracked. Jim could tell it was shatterproof. “It’s no use. It’s safety glass.”
Brian and Casey grabbed a desk from another room. They picked it up over their heads, then threw it at the glass. It still didn’t break. Jim got everyone’s attention. “We need to keep going, and when we get help, the police can rescue them.”
Everyone started arguing. Some wanted to leave them, but some thought it was chicken shit. Jim raised his hand. “I think we should leave them. Raise your hand if you agree.”
Brian, Casey, Douglas, Michael, Brad and Paul raised one hand while covering their privates with the other.
“Who wants to stick around and try to get them out?”
Amanda, Arul, Rajat, Aaron, Wayne, Jasper and Markus raised a hand. Everyone was covering their genitals except for Markus. He seemed to be proud of his short penis.
“That makes it a tie.” He looked at Kerri, the gothic woman. “You didn’t raise your hand, so you will be the deciding vote.”
She seemed hateful. “I don’t give a shit one way or another.”
Everyone became upset. One person pushed another, then it turned into a pushing match filled with threats and name calling.
KICK ME—I’M A PSYCHO
As everyone argued, Seth came down the hallway with the chainsaw. He was dressed like a gangbanger. He had on brown baggy pants, a white tank top, a brown toboggan that was pulled down low and shades. Everyone started to run away, but Kenneth was coming from the other direction carrying a large wooden club with spikes. He was also dressed like a gangbanger. The group started trying to open doors, but they were locked. Finally, they found one open. They ran into the room, then shut the door and barricaded it with some furniture. Seth didn’t try to come in. Instead, he locked the door, then he and Kenneth walked off.
Jim had a gut feeling. “They wanted us to come in here. Keep a look out for anything unusual. This place might be booby-trapped.”
Amanda and Kerri had found an old bed sheet. They tore it into sections, then covered their breasts with one piece and their waists with another. It looked like primitive clothing. Aaron made a flap that hung over his genitals. Wayne didn’t need one since his penis had been cut off. Arul and Rajat did the same thing, but also made some turbans to cover their heads, using up the rest of the material. The others became upset and started yelling at the ragheads. Jim got their attention. “Y’all stop fighting! We have more important things to worry about.”
Jasper and Marcus noticed some window blinds. When they opened them, they saw Seth and Kenneth. They were in the next room where Joe and Gary were tied to the tables. Kenneth was laying tools out as Seth mounted Joe’s head in a vice. Gary was screaming for help as he looked at everyone in the other room.
Paul was upset. “We need to get out of here! Those crazy bastards are going to come in here and get us!”
Jim was lying on the floor. He was still in a lot of pain. “I don’t think so. We’re fine for now.”
Michael looked confused. “How can you say that?”
Everyone gathered around to hear what Jim had to say. “They’re fucking with us. They want us to watch as they torture Joe and Gary. Just like they did with Jimmy. This is some type of sick and twisted game to them.” He grabbed his leg. “Just like shooting me with that poisoned arrow. They could have just as easily shot me in a vital area and killed me on the spot, but t
hey wanted me to suffer.”
Amanda was scared. “What are we supposed to do?”
“We need to stick together. They’re not going to take all of us on at once. The bastards are going to try to get us one at a time. Once they’re done with whatever sick shit they’re planning on doing to Joe and Gary, we won’t run, but stand our ground and fight. We’ll fight together.”
Casey looked around. “There’s plenty of stuff in here we can use as weapons.”
Brad was shaking his head. “Seth has a gun. The other dude might too. We can’t take on guns with fucking clip-boards and jars.”
“They’re not going to shoot us. They want us alive so they can play their games.”
Brian disagreed. “He shot that dude back in the conference room. He shot him in the fucking nuts, then beat him with his own arms. I think we’re making a mistake. We need to find a way to get the fuck out of here.”
Wayne walked up. “We need to take out Seth first so I can get my penis back. That way the doctors can sew it back on.”
Amanda popped off. “Your dick is the least of our worries.”
He snapped back. “Screw you!”
She looked at his stub. “Not by you.”
“That’s fucked up!”
Something started making a tapping sound. Kerri shouted, “Oh shit!”
When everyone turned to see what she was looking at, they noticed Seth was standing at the window, tapping on the glass.
Jim stood up. “What the fuck do you want from us?”
Seth smiled, then walked away.
Jim looked at everyone. “Dammit! Why didn’t someone notice he was standing at the fucking window. Now he heard what we were saying.”
Paul snapped back. “If your ass hadn’t been lounging on the floor, we would have been looking up.”
“Fuck you! You know I’m in a lot of pain.” He eased back to the floor.
Michael knelt next to him. “Maybe we should act like we’re watching, just as he wants, while a couple of us try to climb into the ceiling to see if there’s a way out. We can do it in the corner next to the window. That way he won’t see us.”
Jim thought for a moment. “I’ve read about this guy. He’s not stupid. He’s probably already thought about that.”
“We can’t just wait like lambs at the slaughter. We have to at least try.”
“Fuck it. If you want to risk it, go ahead.”
“I will.”
Brian pointed. “Hey, guys. Seth left the room.”
Jim stood up, looking to see where he was going. “Everyone grab something in case he comes in here.”
Aaron, Wayne, Brian, Casey and Douglas each grabbed a chair. Jasper and Marcus found some canes. Paul had a trashcan. Arul and Rajat were holding jars of liquid. Michael had a fire extinguisher. Brad was wielding a bed pan and Kerri and Amanda were off in the corner hiding. Jim was standing in front of everyone, facing the door. He was holding the arrow he had been shot with. “If he comes in here, attack him at the same time.”
The door knob jiggled.
“He’s coming! Get ready!”
When the door opened, Seth was standing in the hallway with some type of tactical weapon. He motioned for them to back up. “Get back unless you want an ass full of lead.”
Jim yelled, “He can’t take on all of us!”
Seth fired in full auto mode above them, causing parts of the wood and plaster ceiling to collapse onto everyone. The rounds were devastating, disintegrating everything they hit. As everyone lay on the floor covering their heads, Seth walked into the room and stood on the debris. The air was still filled with dust and gun smoke. He dropped a drum magazine, then inserted another one. He lit a cigarette, then laughed. “A Saiga 12 gauge with a full auto conversion and a twenty-round drum sure does make an impression, don’t ya think?” Joe’s dogs, Lola, Scar Face and Kobie, came into the room and stood by Seth.
Jim was holding his hands out. “Please don’t kill me.”
Some of the others started begging also.
Seth pointed at Brad. “Stand up, you little punk.”
Brad stumbled to his feet. “Yes, sir.”
Seth took a picture of him with his cell phone, then looked at the rest of the group. “Instead of plotting ways to escape and take me out, I want that energy used to turn this fucker’s skin as black as charcoal since he’s a racist prick. And I mean every fucking square inch of it.” He tossed a bag onto the floor. “That’s full of tattoo equipment and black ink. If you don’t do it, I’ll cut off your fucking dicks, except for Wayne’s since he doesn’t have one.” He looked at the women. “And I’ll cut off y’all’s tits.” He turned and walked to the door, then paused. “Oh yeah. When I get done with tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the next room, we’re going to be betting on some dog fighting.”
Jim became angry as he lay in the rubble. “What?” He looked at the dogs. “You’re a fucking hypocrite.”
As Seth walked out of the room, the group noticed he had a sheet of paper taped to his back that read, KICK ME—I’M A PSYCHO. He called out to the dogs. “Let’s go.” They ran out of the room, then he locked the door.
Jim stood up. “What a fucking prick!”
Michael brushed himself off, then looked at Brad. “This shit is all your fault.”
Brad put his hands out, palms up. “What? I didn’t have anything to do with this shit.”
Douglas started walking towards him. “Fuck if you didn’t! We’re all in this because of what you did to Kenneth and his fuckin’ dog.”
Jim got between them. “Hold up! It doesn’t matter why we’re here. We just need to figure out a way to get out of it.”
Aaron walked up with a screw-driver that he had found. He pointed it at Brad. “We should kill this motherfucker. Then maybe that crazy bastard will forget about all of this.”
Jim pushed him back. “That might piss him off.”
“Maybe it’s what he wants us to do. Maybe it’s a test.”
Seth tapped on the glass. When everyone looked, he pointed at the bag.
Jim looked at Aaron. “I don’t think so. We’d better do what he asked.”
Brad looked scared. “Are you serious? You said we have to stick together.”
Rajat dumped out the contents from the bag. It was full of tattooing equipment, batteries and black ink. Arul counted the guns. “There are only seven guns.” He handed one to Aaron, Wayne, Brian, Casey and Douglas, keeping one for himself and Rajat.
Jim looked at Michael and Paul, then nodded towards Brad. “Take his ass down.”
Brad took off running around the room like a madman, throwing chairs and anything he could get ahold of at Michael and Paul. When they caught him, they dragged him to the ground, then stretched him out on the floor. After the others got the tattoo stuff ready, they each took a different part of his body and started coloring his skin.
Foreplay
Seth looked at Kenneth as they were standing next to Joe. “I can hear the fuckhead screaming from here.”
Kenneth looked through the window. Brad’s body had large sections of black skin where each person was working. “He looks like a fucking zebra.”
Seth laughed. “That’ll teach him to call you a fucking jigaboo.”
He walked over to Seth. “What are you going to do to these pricks?”
“Something appropriate.”
“Is it going to be fucked up, like what you did to Jimmy?”
“That depends on what you consider fucked up.”
“At least there isn’t any lawn equipment around, so it can’t be that bad.”
“True.”
“Good. I don’t think I could see that again.”
Seth patted Joe’s forehead. “You ready to get started?”
Joe’s body was tightly secured to the top of a stainless-steel table with ratchet straps and his head was in a vice. He was horrified as he looked at Seth. “Please don’t hurt me. I beg you.”
Gary was strapped to a t
able a few feet away. He was pissed. “Get the fuck away from him, you fucking asshole!”
Seth walked over to him and started sewing his penis back on. Gary screamed as his swollen and sore flesh was being punctured with a needle. When it was stitched in place, Seth took a can of expanding foam sealant commonly used in buildings, and shoved the can’s plastic straw into his piss hole, then punctured his urethra just below the head. He slid the straw down the center of the penis, then started injecting the foam. When the base of his penis swelled, he started moving the straw back as he continued to inject the foam, which allowed his penis to swell evenly. When he was done, it looked like he had an erection. The foam was seeping out of his piss hole and around the base of his penis where it was stitched. The penis was dull white in color due to the lack of blood, and didn’t match Gary’s darker skin tone.
Seth laughed. “Damn thing looks like a cadaver’s dick.”
Kenneth was holding his hand over his mouth. “Why in the hell did you do that?”
“For the fun of it.”
Foam was starting to come out of the end of the penis and around the base where it was stitched in place. “Why is foam coming out?”
“It’s expanding. That’s what it’s supposed to do.”
“Is that going to make his dick bigger?”
“Yeah, probably several times bigger.”
His eyes grew wide. “Really?”
Seth laughed. “Do you need a can?”
“Hell no!”
“Just checkin’ since you got so excited.”
Gary started freaking out. “Please take it off! It’s burning!”
Kenneth looked confused. “How can he feel his dick?”
“He can’t. The foam is probably seeping into his groin and burning his insides.”
“That’s fucked up.”
Seth was looking at the penis. “What’s fucked up is, I think that’s Wayne’s dick.” Seth dug around in his pocket, then pulled out another penis. He frowned as he looked at it. “Dammit! I did get them mixed up.”
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