The flames coming into contact with his body fluids was making a sizzling sound. Seth laughed. “Smells and sounds like we’re at a Sizzler.”
“What the fuck does this have to do with her?”
Seth looked confused. “What?”
“What the fuck does this have to do with my sister?”
“Sister? No, I said Sizzler. You know, the steak and seafood restaurant.”
“Oh yeah. I thought you said sister.”
Joe was breathing heavily and his body was so tense that the veins in his neck were sticking out. “Okay! Okay! That’s enough! Please stop!”
Seth slid a paw over his stub, then started stitching the leather cuff to his skin. Joe became angry, ignoring the pain. “You motherfucker! I’m going to kill your fucking ass when I get loose! Do you hear me, you bastard? You’re dead!” He looked at Kenneth. “You too, you black piece of shit! I’m going to fuck you up!” He laid his head back and started laughing in a maniacally way.
Kenneth was having a hard time holding down his other arm as Joe freaked out. “What’s wrong with this bastard? Why is he freaking out and acting this way?”
“People do some weird shit when they’re going through a traumatic experience. I’ve seen it too many times.”
“I would think he would act right, knowing it’s only going to cause him more pain.”
“He’s in what I refer to as a don’t-give-a-shit-mode.”
“What the fuck is that?”
“He’s so angry that he doesn’t give a shit what happens to him. The fact that he has no control over what’s happening to him, and being taunted in the process, causes a lot of anger.” Seth drilled in the screws. “But don’t worry—he’ll be back to survival or crybaby mode later.”
Joe raised his head, looked at the paw, then glared at Seth. “Fuck you! I ain’t gonna cry about shit! You can do your worst! I don’t give a fuck!”
“Good. Then I shouldn’t hear you whine and cry about having to gnaw off your other hand.”
He started laughing. “I ain’t doin’ shit, motherfucker! And you can’t make me!”
Seth set the end of a chisel on top of his left kneecap, then started whacking it with a hammer. Joe screamed as Seth split his kneecap in two. He moved the chisel to the outside of his knee, then drove it into the joint, breaking cartilage and cutting ligaments, tendons and muscles. He then moved to the inside of his knee and did the same thing. Joe was screaming at the top of his lungs, but Seth was ignoring him as he twisted his lower leg, tearing the remaining skin, muscles and tendons that were holding the joint together. He tossed it onto the floor next to his hand, then started burning the stub. When he was done, he sewed and screwed the paw in place, then went to his other leg. He set the chisel on his knee cap and started to hit it with the hammer.
Joe yelled out, “Don’t hit it! I’m doing it!” He bit into his flesh.
Seth noticed Joe was violently chewing at his other wrist. Within seconds, he had removed majority of the skin and muscles around it. “Oh good. You didn’t need any motivation to bite off your hand.”
His eyes got big as he paused. “What was that?”
“Do you not understand English?”
“You’re making me do this.”
“No, I’m not.”
“That’s why you ripped off my fucking leg and fixin’ to do my other one!”
“No, it’s not. I had planned on chiseling off both of them before I made you chew off your hand. You just jumped the gun, pal.”
He became violent. “You sorry motherfucker! I’m going to fucking….”
Seth grabbed his hand and twisted it off, then started slapping him in the face with it as he said repeatedly, “Why you hitting yourself?”
Kenneth was standing back with a disturbed look as he watched. He was speechless.
Seth noticed Kenneth’s facial expression. He nodded towards the floor. “You can grab his other hand and join in if you like.”
“How much more shit are you planning on doing to him?”
“I’m almost done with the foreplay.”
Joe’s eyes got big.
Blood Sport
Kenneth didn’t know what to say. He knew Joe was being tortured because of him. He was the one that started the whole thing when he posted the comments on the Internet about wanting Seth to avenge Roxie. Now there were a lot of people that were going to suffer because of it. He kept having mixed feelings, going back and forth wondering if what they were doing was right.
Seth could tell what Kenneth was thinking. He slapped Joe a few more times, then tossed his hand onto the floor. “I can tell you’re having second thoughts again.”
Kenneth shook his head. “I’m not. And why would you say that?”
Seth started cauterizing Joe’s stub. “Because I can read people. I’ve been analyzing the way the human mind works for years. I can tell this is bothering you, just like it did with Jimmy.”
“Naw, I’m all right. Just keep doing whatever you want to do.”
Seth secured the paw to Joe’s stub, then leaned back against the table. “I’m only doing this because of Roxie. And of course, because the others deserve it. Roxie’s incident just initiated it.”
“I guess what’s bothering me is you brought in a bunch more people. I don’t have an issue fucking up Brad. I’m actually looking forward to it.”
“Scumbags.”
“What?”
“I refer to them as scumbags, lowlifes or assholes, not people. And dirtbags, jackasses, asshats, fucksticks, douchebags, asswads, fucktards, dickheads, assbags, jerkoffs, fuckheads or ass clowns will work too”
“Uh, okay… I just feel like they’re gonna be tortured because of me.”
“No. They’re going to be tortured because of their own arrogance and evilness. Don’t feel bad about it. I fuck up animal-abusing pricks all the time. I just thought it would be more exciting to do a whole bunch of them at once. And think about this. Several of these fuckheads are going to make it out of here alive and tell their story to the entire world. That’s going to make others think twice before they break into someone’s house and cut the head off the owner’s pet, then stick it in the freezer like a pot roast.”
Kenneth frowned. “That’s kind of rude.”
Seth picked up a battery-operated reciprocating saw. “You know what I mean. If some jackass doesn’t harm an animal because he thinks I will come for his ass, then it’s all worth it.”
“So, you do this kind of shit for the greater good of mankind?”
“And animal-kind. But I also enjoy the fuck out of it. It’s a win win for everyone.” Seth cut straight though Joe’s right knee with the saw. “Except for this prick.” He quickly started burning the stub to stop the bleeding. “But if you wanna end it, I’ll let these fuckers go.”
Kenneth thought about it as Seth mounted the last paw to Joe. “You’re right. I see how this can make a difference. I just don’t understand why you like doing it, or why you do such sick shit to them.”
“Everyone likes different things. I just happen to like fucking up scumbags. Can’t explain it, just do. Now, as far as fucking them up real nasty-like, that makes a huge impact on other scumbags. If I just went around and popped a cap in their ass, that wouldn’t be scary, but turning a dog abuser into a fucking dog, well, that creates a whole other type of scary, don’t ya think?”
Kenneth nodded. “I guess. Not the liking part, but the scaring-the-fuck-out-of-the-others.”
“So, do we carry on, or do you want to throw in the towel?”
“Game on, baby.”
“All right. Let’s get to it then.” Seth stapled some floppy dog ears made of leather to Joe’s ears, put a studded dog collar around his neck, then shoved him off the table and onto the floor. Joe had blown his voice box from screaming. He just lay on the floor motionless as he cried.
Seth showed Kenneth a tail that he had made. The center part was a piece of rebar with a pointed end that had bar
bs. The whole thing was covered with long hairs. He jabbed the pointed end into Joe’s back where his tailbone was. The barbs locked it into place, preventing it from falling out. Seth kicked Joe in the side as he yelled, “Get, boy!”
Joe started crawling across the floor on his stomach. He looked like a wild animal that had been run over by a truck.
Kenneth shook his head. “Apparently, you’ve thought about what you were going to do to him?”
“Of course. I have something planned for each person. It’s just as fun planning the shit as it is getting to do it.”
“You know you need help, right?”
Seth laughed. “Don’t we all.” He walked over to Gary. “You ready for your teeth?”
Gary looked white as a ghost. He was in a lot of pain since the soreness had set into his limbs. He didn’t answer.
“Good.”
Gary screamed as Seth ground his teeth into points. When he was done, he stapled on the ears, put a collar and tail on him, then dumped him onto the floor. Seth went over to the window and banged on it. “Listen up, fucktards!”
Everyone was sitting on the floor. They had witnessed a very disturbing sight and were feeling numb inside, knowing their turn was coming. They felt hopeless.
“Joe and Gary are going to fight each other to the death. I need y’all to bet on who the winner is going to be.”
No one said anything.
“Wow! No response?”
They sat quietly.
“If you motherfuckers don’t show some enthusiasm, I’m going to turn you into a human centipede, meaning I’m going to sew everyone in a row, mouth to ass.”
Jim shrugged his shoulders. “What are we betting with? We have nothing of value.”
“Sure, you do. You’re going to be betting with one of the most precious things you own.”
“And what the fuck would that be?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll find out if you lose.”
“Is this your way of conning money from me? You’re not only a murdering bastard, you’re also a fucking thief.”
Michael stood up. “I don’t have a pot to piss in, so you’re shit out of luck.”
Everyone started yelling, saying they weren’t going to give Seth shit.
Seth pointed to the left side of the room. “Whoever thinks Joe is going to win, get on this side.” He pointed to the right. “Over there for Gary.”
No one moved.
Seth shouted, “Move your asses before I come in there!”
Jim walked to the left side of the room. Aaron, Wayne, Kerri, Amanda, Jasper, Marcus and Brad followed him. Brian, Casey, Douglas, Paul, Michael, Arul and Rajat chose the right side.
“Good.” Seth walked over to Joe and Gary. They were both lying on the floor on their sides. “You two ready to fight?”
Joe could barely speak. “Just kill me.”
Gary was in no better shape. “Please leave me alone.”
“I know what y’all fuckers need to get this party started.” He injected them in the neck with the automatic injection syringe. Within seconds they pepped up. “Here are the rules. Use whatever means necessary to kill your opponent. The winner gets to go to the next round.”
Gary was getting upset. “Why are you doing this to us?”
“Question time is over. And you know why, so stop asking.”
“You’re a sorry bastard!”
“I’m not that sorry. I’m granting bonus points to anyone that rips off the other’s dick.”
Joe was glaring at Seth. “And what the fuck would that be?”
“The asshole that does it, gets to take their limbs to the hospital for reattachment. Of course, that’s if they survive this round and the next round.”
Gary became angry as he looked at his severed limbs. They were laying in a bloody pile on the floor mixed with Joe’s. “You need to pick up my hands and legs before they get some bacterial shit on them. And put them on ice.”
Seth laughed. “You sound awfully cocky. You must think you’re going to win.”
The adrenaline and Provigil running through his veins was working full force, allowing him to overcome his pain. He rolled onto his paws, then glared at Joe. “I’m going to fucking kill his brown ass!”
Joe had become aggressive as well. He got on all fours. “Fuck you, Gary! You’ve always been a fucking bitch!”
Kenneth was covering his mouth. The sight of two men with short, stubby legs, paws instead of feet and hands, tails, floppy ears and pointed teeth was almost too much to watch. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He had never seen such an atrocity, but he was also amazed that not only were they alive, but feeling well enough to fight. “This is some fucking strange shit. I can’t believe they’re not dead, and the fact they’re actually getting aggressive and wanting to fight is amazing.”
“It’s called survival instincts.” Seth laughed. “And the effects of the drugs.”
“Regardless. This is the craziest shit that I have ever seen.”
Seth whipped out a wad of money, then laid five bills on a table. “I’ve got five-hundred on Joe.”
Kenneth tossed down his money. “You’re on.”
Seth kicked Joe in the ass. “Get to it, asshole! Go make me some money!”
Gary and Joe went at it. Gary sunk his teeth into the side of Joe’s face as he buried his claws into the back of his neck. Joe was clawing at Gary’s face, ripping gashes in his skin as he tried to get him off him. Gary jerked his head back and tore off a large piece of Joe’s cheek, exposing his back teeth. They were ignoring the pain as they continued to go at it, clawing and biting each other like wild animals.
Seth and Kenneth were rooting for them as the others stared in horror. Gary was a little stronger, allowing him to flip Joe over onto his back. As he held him down, he started ripping gashes in his neck with his claws while biting off chunks of skin from his face. Joe was violently swinging his paws, hitting Gary in the face. During the struggle, Gary’s left eye was ripped open. Intraocular fluid was running down his face as he sat up and screamed. Joe took advantage of the situation and pushed Gary onto his back, then crawled on top of him. He went straight for his penis, sinking his teeth deep into the foamed-filled flesh. When he pulled back, he not only tore the penis off, but a large piece of flesh where it was stitched in place. Part of the urethra and a few veins were the only things left hanging out of the gaping hole.
Gary was screaming as he tried to get Joe off him, but he was sitting on him backwards. He was clawing him in the back, but Joe was ignoring the pain. Gary reached under Joe’s ass with both paws and sunk his claws into his ball sack, then tore it open, causing his testicles to fall out. Joe tried to get up, but Gary sunk his claws into his hips and pulled down, then grabbed ahold of his testicles with his teeth. Joe screamed as he lunged to the side.
Joe rolled across the floor, then sat up on his rear to examine his injuries. He became infuriated when he noticed his testicles had been ripped off. “You fucking bastard! Look what you did to me!”
Gary spit the testicles out, then looked down at his crotch, noticing the penis Seth had sewn on him was missing. “Ha! How’d Wayne’s dick taste, faggot?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Joe charged Gary. They both went at it with everything they had, clawing, punching and biting.
Seth was excited as he watched. He was rooting for Joe as Kenneth rooted for Gary. Everyone in the other room was standing at the window, watching in horror as the two men ravaged each other’s body. They were covered in gashes and puncture holes, and their entire bodies were covered in blood. Joe finally managed to get ahold of Gary’s throat with his teeth, ripping a huge gash into his esophagus. Gary fell on his side as he gasped for air. His screams were coming out of the hole in his throat as Joe continued to ravage his body. Within minutes, Gary choked to death on his own blood.
Seth clapped. “Fuckin’ A Bubby!”
Kenneth shook his head. “I’ll be damned!”
Joe ro
lled onto his side. “Get me to a fucking doctor.”
Seth walked to the door. “You’re not done yet, pal. You have one more match.”
Joe had a cocky look. He was feeling indestructible. “Fuckin’ bring it on! I’m getting the fuck out of here.” He looked at Kenneth. “And your black ass can go ahead and bag up my shit. And pick up my fucking nuts while you’re at it.”
Seth shook his head. “Don’t listen to the prick. It’s just the adrenaline talking.”
Joe laughed. “I don’t give a fuck about you or that black piece of shit.”
Seth opened the door. “Well, maybe you’ll care about this.”
Lola, Scar Face and Kobie came running into the room. Joe smiled as they ran to him. “There’s my babies.”
They lunged on top of him, sinking their teeth into his flesh. Joe screamed as they ravaged his body. They looked like wild and starving animals killing their prey. Within minutes, they had him torn apart.
Seth looked at the others in the other room. “Time to pay the piper.” He held up a remote-control device and pressed the button.
Jim noticed gas was entering the room through a vent. “Everyone try to find something to cover your mouth and nose! He’s gassing us!”
Before anyone could react, they fell to the floor, then into a state of unconsciousness.
Seth handed Kenneth a body bag. “Put Joe in there, then take him to my van.”
“Why?”
“He’s got headlines to make.”
FUBAR
Jim awoke with a mild headache. He sat up, feeling nauseous and his lower abdomen was hurting. He tried to stand up, but a sharp pain shot through his guts. He examined himself, finding a freshly stitched wound a few inches above his penis.
Jasper started freaking out. “Oh fuck! Something’s wrong with my nuts!”
Jim felt his own, noticing he had four oblong objects in his sack. “Me too!” He started frantically fondling them. “What the hell are these?”
Michael was on his knees, bent forward. He was feeling around his ball sack, noticing it was empty. “Oh my God! There’s nothing in here! My nuts are gone!”
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