Now Amanda began to freak out. “What the fuck are these?”
Jim noticed she had two oblong balls hanging from her vagina with some type of thread. They were dangling between her legs. He looked closer. “Oh fuck! I think those are testicles.”
Paul started yelling. “My nuts are missing too!”
Arul and Rajat noticed their ball sacks were empty and they had fresh stitching in their lower abdomens too. Aaron, Wayne, Marcus and Brad had two extra objects in their ball sacks, and Kerri had balls hanging between her legs like Amanda.
Jim knew what was happening. “Remember he said we were betting on something precious. He was talking about our fucking testicles. The bastard has taken them from the ones who bet on Gary and put them in the ones who bet on Joe.” He rubbed his stitching. “The sick fucker went in through our abdomens to do it.”
The men that had their testicles removed were very pissed off. Paul was holding his sack in the palm of his hand. It was flat like a pancake. “This is fucking bad!” He looked at Jim. “I wonder which of you fuckers have my nuts.”
“Right now, we can’t worry about that. We need to figure out a way to get out of here, then we can get to a hospital and have this fixed.”
“That’s easy for you to say. Your nuts are fine. Mine are rotting in one of you, so by the time we do get out, I’m shit out of luck. I don’t even have kids yet.”
Amanda became agitated. “Your fucking balls are the last thing I’m worried about.”
Paul stood up. “Fuck you, bitch! It’s easy to say that when you’re not all fucked up.” He pointed to his face. “My fucking eye is busted and all these damn holes in my face from the darts are going to scar. I’m going to be a ball-less freak.”
“Cry me a river, motherfucker!”
Jim was looking around. “Where are Brian, Casey and Douglas?”
Everyone looked around, noting they were missing.
Michael found a piece of paper hanging on the wall. “I found a note.”
Jim walked over to him. “What’s it say?”
“We’re invited to a special event. It says for us to find the medical observation deck on this floor.”
“Fuck! That means Seth has taken them. He wants us to watch what he’s going to do to them.” He thought for a moment. “Fuck that. We’re going to find a way out of here instead.”
“The note specifically says if we try to escape, they will be FUBAR.”
Kerri had been listening. “What does FUBAR mean?”
Michael walked up. “Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.”
Arul was scared. “Maybe we should do what he says.”
Jim shook his head. “Screw that crazy bastard. While he’s playing his games, we’re going to find a way out of here.”
Rajat opened the door. “Hey! It’s unlocked!”
Jim ran to it. “Hold up! Remember what happened last time?” He eased the door open. “We’re good. It looks safe.” He looked at the group. “Let’s go.”
Brad was standing off to the side, pissed that he had been tattooed. He felt betrayed. “Go on out there. Maybe he’ll cut your fucking throat! In fact, I hope each of you suffer immensely for what you did to me.”
Jim felt bad. “We had no choice.”
“You always have a choice, and you made yours. I’ll remember that.”
Michael was getting angry as he glared at Brad. “Fuck you, dude! You’re the one who got us into this mess, so shut the fuck up!”
“I didn’t get you into shit. He came after you because you fucked a cat in the ass.”
“I didn’t do that!”
“You might as well have, you sick fuck.”
“I’ll beat your ass, smart mouth!” He started walking towards him.
Jim got between them. “Save it for later! We need to get going.”
Michael pointed at Brad. “Your black ass is mine when we’re out of here.”
“Screw you! And you better grow eyes in the back of your head.”
“Is that a threat?”
Jim intervened again. “I said chill out!” He pushed Michael towards the door. “Go see what’s out in the hallway.” He looked at Brad. “And you need to calm down. You know we didn’t have a choice.”
Brad walked away shaking his head.
Michael was standing in the hallway. Most of the lights were burned out or broken, making parts of the hallway illuminated, while leaving other areas dark. “I think it’s okay.”
Jim walked out, followed by the others. He pointed. “There’s a staircase. Let’s go that way.” The group followed him. When he got to the door, he eased it open to see if it was clear. “It’s kind of dark, but it looks fine.” He nodded to Arul and Rajat. “You two go check it out.”
Arul was hesitant. “I think it’s a bad idea. We need to do what he said.”
“At least go see if there’s a way out.”
“Why don’t you go?”
“My leg hurts. And I’ve been doing plenty. It’s time for everyone to step up and take risks.”
Arul and Rajat started talking in Arabic to each other, then they became upset and started arguing.
Jim looked at Wayne. “You go check it out.”
He was holding the stub where his penis had been cut off. “I’m hurting too bad. And my balls are starting to swell and it’s painful to walk.”
Jim motioned to Michael. “You go.”
“Screw you.”
Kerri walked to the door. “Fuck it! I’ll go. You motherfuckers don’t have any balls.” She caught what she had said, remembering she had a pair hanging between her legs. She laughed. “And that’s because I’ve got ‘em.” She looked at Wayne. “I’m surprised you’re being a bitch, considering you have four.”
“Screw you, bitch!”
Michael grabbed her. “Yeah, fuck you!” He pushed her into the stairwell, then held the door closed.
She tried to open it. “You fucking asshole! Open the fucking door!”
“You got balls, so fuck you! Take your ass on down the stairs.”
Suddenly, Jim was struck in the left ass cheek with an arrow. He fell to his knees and shouted, “Oh fuck! I got hit again!” He tried to pull it out. “It’s burning the shit out of me!”
The arrow had come from a dark section of the hallway. Michael and Marcus ran in that direction. Everyone else took cover. Jim looked at Jasper. “Get this out of me! I think it’s got that fucking Gympie shit on it.”
He pulled it out, then examined the tip. “Sorry, Jim. It does.”
“My ass feels like it’s on fire!” He was holding the wound. “There’s got to be something we can do to make it stop. My fucking leg is still hurting from the last one, and that was hours ago.”
“Sorry. There’s nothing we can do here. You need a doctor.”
“Then cut out the affected flesh.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You might bleed to death.”
“I’ll risk it. I can’t take this fucking pain.”
Michael and Marcus came walking up. Michael squatted down next to Jim. “We didn’t find anyone.”
Jasper looked at Marcus. “The arrow had Gympie Gympie on it. He wants us to cut out the flesh around the puncture hole.”
Marcus shook his head. “Jim, that’s a bad idea. For now, you’re going to have to fight the pain until we can get you some help.”
Jim stood up. He was in agony. Jasper and Marcus had to help him keep his balance. “Let’s go down the stairs and find Kerri. She’s been gone a while. Maybe she found a way out.”
Michael was concerned. “Maybe Seth got her.”
“Or maybe she got out and hauled ass.”
Arul was worried. “Maybe we should go find the observation deck before something else bad happens.”
Jim was suffering so much he could barely speak. “I have to get to a hospital. Let’s go.”
When they opened the door, Kerri was lying on the floor in the stairwell. Her body was covered in
blood and her nose, ears, eyelids, lips, fingers, toes and tits had been cut off. Her wounds had been cauterized. She was in a state of shock. “Look what he did to me!”
Amanda knelt beside her. “It will be all right. We’re on our way to find help.”
“I’m hurting really bad. Please do something.”
Brad was standing off to the side. His tattooed skin had crusted over, making it painful to move. “Welcome to the club, you fucking bitch.”
Amanda glared at him. “What the fuck is your problem? Look what that bastard did to her.”
“And look what y’all did to me.” He laughed as he looked at Kerri. “Now we know what FUBAR meant.”
She started crying.
Michael shoved him against the wall. “Shut your fucking mouth before I kill you!”
“Fuckin’ do it if you think you can!” He pushed him back.
Jim was lying on his side on the floor. “Y’all fucking stop it! Killing each other isn’t going to solve anything.”
Arul and Rajat pulled Michael back. Michael raised his hands. “All right, all right! I would be doing his ass a favor anyway. No telling what that crazy motherfucker has in store for him.” He walked away.
Brad didn’t say anything as he thought about what Michael had said. Not only was he worried about what Seth was going to do to him, but he had made enemies with everyone else.
Amanda and Paul helped Kerri sit up and leaned her back against the wall. She was in a lot of pain. “I’m not feeling well.”
Jim looked at her. “Try to stay awake.”
“Something isn’t right.” She leaned over and started vomiting up blood and large items.
Amanda put her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God! She’s throwing up her own body parts.” In the pile of vomit were fingers, toes and other pieces of flesh.
When she was done, she started freaking out. “Please get me the fuck out of here! I can’t take this! I don’t want to die!” She tried to stand up, but slipped in the blood.
Jim crawled over to her and held her down. “Calm down! It will be all right.”
She felt her face with the palms of her hands. “How can you say that? He turned me into a monster.”
Amanda felt bad for her, knowing she was right, but didn’t want to tell her. “That’s not true. A plastic surgeon can fix everything. When we get out of here, you’ll get the help you need.”
Jim slid to the edge of the stairs and looked down. It was dark and he couldn’t see anything. “Kerri, did you happen to see if there was a way out?”
“I only made it to the second floor when I was knocked unconscious.”
“Who knocked you out, Seth or Kenneth?”
“Not sure. They were wearing that animal mask.”
“You must have at least noticed their skin color.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t tell. It happened too quick.”
Paul knelt beside Jim. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t think they’re both down there. Whoever shot me with the arrow is up here. That gives us an advantage. Twelve of us against one.”
“Yeah, but you and Kerri are in no condition to fight.”
“If we’re going to get out of here, we’re all going to have to fight.” Jim stood up, using the handrail to balance. His leg and rear were hurting so badly it was almost crippling. Out of nowhere, an arrow struck him in the back of his shoulder. He lunged forward, falling onto his face. Before anyone could react, another arrow struck him in his right ankle. Michael grabbed Jim’s arm and pulled him out of the stairwell as Aaron and Wayne pulled Kerri out. Paul slammed the door shut.
Jim was in so much pain that his body was shaking. “Get these fucking arrows out of me!”
Jasper pulled them out, then helped Jim lean his back against the wall as he sat on the floor. He was on the verge of passing out due to the pain being so intense.
Michael squatted down beside Jim. “Let’s go find that damn room.”
“No. We have to find a way out.”
“He’s going to keep shooting you with these fucking arrows unless you do what he wants.”
He could barely speak. “Fuck him! He’s just doing it because I killed that Siberian Tiger. When I get out of here, I’m going to hunt his ass down.”
Another arrow came flying down the hallway, striking the wall a few inches from Jim’s head. Michael and Paul grabbed Jim by the wrists and started dragging him in the opposite direction from where the arrow had come from. Jasper and Marcus was right behind them dragging Kerri. The rest of the group was in the front. They knew they needed to find the medical observation deck to prevent Jim from being shot again, or someone else from being tortured like Kerri.
Dirty Sanchez
Jim was in absolute agony as Michael and Paul dragged him by his arms. He now had four wounds where the poison from the Gympie Gympie plant was burning his insides.
When the group came to a T in the Hallway, they found a sign with an arrow that read Medical Observation Deck. The group took off in that direction. At the end of that hallway was a set of double doors. Arul was the first one to make it to the doors. He was skeptical about rushing in. He eased them open a little and looked in. “I don’t see anything. It’s dark.”
The group was hesitant about going into the dark room, not knowing if something horrifying was awaiting them. Michael and Paul leaned Jim against a wall as he sat on the floor. He was in so much pain he could barely speak. “We can’t just stay here. We’re sitting ducks.”
Brad laughed. “We ain’t shit. You’re the one getting your ass shot.”
Michael pointed at him. “Keep running your mouth, punk!”
“Screw you! Each of you are going to get what’s coming.”
Amanda pushed him. “Get the fuck away from us!”
He started to punch her. “Don’t fucking touch me, bitch!”
“Why don’t you go your own way. We’re all tired of your whining.”
He held his arms out, showing his black skin. Even his penis and balls were black. “Look what the fuck you did to me, bitch!”
“I said we’re sick and tired of hearing it, asshole!”
Brad started to walk away, but noticed something down the hallway. “Oh shit! Someone is down there!”
Everyone looked. The end of the hallway was dark. Michael walked in that direction, then stopped. “I don’t see anything.”
“I’m telling you I saw something moving around.”
“I don’t see…” Something moved in the dark, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. “Who’s there?”
Something growled.
His body was frozen as he stood staring into the dark. He could now see an outline of something and its eyes were glowing. It wasn’t a human, unless they were on their hands and knees. He started walking backwards as he yelled to the others. “Y’all get ready to run!”
To his horror, a four-legged creature came charging out of the dark. It was wearing Gary’s skin like a costume. Its snout was sticking out of Gary’s mouth and it was looking through his eye holes. Gary’s arm and leg skins were dragging the ground as it ran. Michael couldn’t tell what kind of animal it was, but it was big and had long teeth.
There was nowhere to run but into the dark observation deck. The others had already run in, dragging Jim and Kerri with them. The animal was on Michael’s heels as he ran through the doors. Arul and Raul slammed them shut at the last moment.
Everyone huddled together in the dark as they listened to the animal claw at the doors. Suddenly, the lights came on. They found themselves on a deck that was about five-feet wide and encircling a room on the floor below. The room was round and large, around forty-feet in diameter. It was very antiquated and had old equipment and steel tables. The deck appeared to be for people to watch autopsies or medical procedures from up above. Everyone lined up along an old wooden handrail, staring down at the room.
Jim was lying on the floor looking between the balusters. “We need
to find a way down.”
Michael had already walked all the way around the deck. “There’s not one.”
“Is there a way to climb down?”
“No. There’s nothing to climb on. And we can’t jump because it’s about a fifteen-foot drop.”
“Dammit!”
“Maybe we can…” He noticed the door in the lower room opened. “Oh shit! Someone is coming in.”
Seth came in the room pushing a table with Douglas strapped down on top of it. He was wearing a 1920’s doctor coat and a head mirror and was whistling a tune as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He parked the table in the center of the room.
A few seconds later, Kenneth came in pushing Brian and Casey on a table. They were lying side by side and strapped down. Kenneth was also wearing an old doctor’s coat and head mirror. He parked the table off to the side, then went over to Seth.
Michael whispered to everyone. “Y’all stay quiet. We don’t want them to know we’re up here.”
Jim laughed sarcastically. “They know we’re up here. It’s been their fucking plan from the beginning.” He looked at Seth through the balusters and shouted, “Hey, asshole! I’m sick of your fucking games!”
Seth walked over to a wall and flipped a switch. An old lighted display hanging from the ceiling came on. It read PROCEDURE IN PROGRESS: PLEASE REMAIN QUIET.
Jim became angry, shouting, “You’re a fucking psycho!”
Seth picked up an arrow and wiped something on the tip of it, then set it next to a compound bow that was on a table. He never even looked up, as if Jim and the others weren’t there.
Jim knew what the arrow was for; if he kept talking he was going to be shot again. He gritted his teeth as he mumbled, “What a fucking prick!”
Michael was crouched down next to him. “Don’t worry about it. While he’s fucking around down there, we’ll figure out a way to get out of here.”
“How?”
“Not sure. Maybe that damn animal will go away.”
About that time an ear-piercing scream echoed out. Everyone looked down to see what was happening.
Seth was cutting the head off Douglas’ penis with a pair of tin snips. He tossed the head onto the floor, then started cutting the insides of his penis with a scalpel. He was meticulously working the blade around not to damage the outer skin. Kenneth walked up and spoke over Douglas’ screams. “What the hell are you doing?”
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