“What the fuck is wrong with you!”
He stopped moving. “Really? Look what the fuck y’all did to me!”
Kenneth took off his belt, tied it to the walker, then started dragging him. Jim was furious as his armless torso jerked around. “Stop pulling me, asshole!” He shoved his stubs against the floor. “I said stop!”
“Shut the fuck up! And stop fighting me!”
Kenneth was aggravated as he dragged Jim. They argued the entire way to the room.
Seth was laughing. He had heard them cursing and threatening each other. “What the hell is wrong with y’all?”
Jim was gritting his teeth. “Fuck you too!”
Kenneth was frustrated. “You should have gotten this fucker yourself.”
Jim pushed his walker into Kenneth’s leg, then tried to bite him. Kenneth kicked him away. “Get off me, you creepy bastard!”
Jim came back at him. “Fuck you!” He tried to bite him again.
Kenneth punched him in the face. “Back off!”
Jim got mad and rolled to the other side of the room.
Kenneth noticed Jasper and Marcus were sitting in heavy wooden chairs with armrests. They were facing each other with only about an inch of space between their legs. Their arms were secured to the armrests with steel shackles and their ankles were secured to the front legs. Their waists were chained to the backs of the chairs, which were anchored to the floor. They had steel collars around their necks, with short chains connecting them to the tops of the chairs.
Paul was also in the room. He was in some kind of a strange cage. Kenneth pointed at him as he looked at Seth. “When did you get him out of the duct?”
“The dumbass fell through a rusted area right in front of me.”
Kenneth looked at the cage he was in. “What the fuck is he in?”
“I built a cage over a treadmill. And I glued sandpaper to the belt.”
“Why?”
“Punishment for dragging that donkey behind his truck.”
“I don’t understand. What’s it supposed to do?”
Seth flipped a switch, causing the treadmill’s belt to start up. Paul started limping at a fast pace. “He has to run, even with a broken leg, or he’s fucked, because if he falls, the sandpaper is going to shred off his skin.” Seth grabbed the bars on the side. “I purposely welded the bars vertical so he can’t hold onto to them. I also removed the treadmill’s handrails so he can’t hold onto them, and I removed the guard plates at the bottom. He has no choice but to run, or he’ll get skinned alive.”
Kenneth noticed that Paul could hold onto the top of the cage. “He could hang from the top if he wants.”
“Yeah, but he’ll eventually get tired and fall.”
Paul was panicking as he jogged. “Come on, man! Please turn it off! My leg is killing me!”
Seth grabbed a knob. “You want me to speed it up?”
“No! Please don’t!”
“Then shut the fuck up.” Seth looked at Kenneth and laughed. “I hope he’s got good cardio.”
“I wonder how long his leg will hold up? And I hope he’s got tough feet. That sandpaper is going to shred them into pieces. Then he’s going to bite the dust.”
“You already owe me twenty bucks, you wanna bet double or nothing?”
“On what?”
“I say he will collapse due to being out of shape.”
“I think it will be because of his feet or leg, so I’ll take you up on that.”
“You’re starting to like this shit, aren’t you?”
“I’m just getting tired.”
“Sure, pal, keep telling yourself that.” Seth walked off, then came back with a spinning wheel mounted on a stand. He set it next to Jasper and Marcus, then motioned to Kenneth. “Guess what this is?”
He noticed it had pictures of a finger, toe, penis, ball sack, ear, nose, knee cap, tooth, lip, eye, eyelid, tongue, nipple, chest and belly button. They encircled the wheel. There was a pointer mounted to the top. “I… I don’t know.”
Seth spun it. The pointer made a clicking sound as it hit some dowel rods that separated the pictures. “It’s just like Wheel of Fortune, but for assholes.”
Jasper was angry. “Screw you! You can’t make me play!”
Kenneth looked confused. “What’s he upset about?”
“I’ve already explained the rules to them. They’re going to spin the wheel for each other, and whatever it lands on they have to cut that part off.”
Marcus was so upset he was foaming at the mouth. “You’re a sorry motherfucker! You’re not going to get away with this!”
Seth laughed. “He’s just pissed because there are more penises on the wheel than anything else.”
Kenneth noticed there was only one picture of each item, except for the penis. There were five of them. “Oh shit! That’s fucked up.”
Everyone started freaking out. Marcus and Jasper started cursing and making threats. Rajat and Arul were in the next room beating on a window as they looked in. Paul was yelling for someone to turn off the treadmill. Jim was scooting around in his baby walker bitching and moaning. Kenneth shook his head as he looked at the nude men and the contraptions they were in. It looked like he was in a torture chamber, or a horror movie. “What a fucking circus you’ve created.”
Seth laughed. “It’s just like home away from home.”
“I don’t even want to know what that means.”
Jackass
Seth held up a remote as he looked at Marcus and Jasper. “This will activate some electrodes under your chairs. If you get stupid, I will light your asses up. So, who wants to go first?”
They both told him to fuck off at the same time.
Seth pulled a coin out of his pocket, then looked at Marcus. “Heads or tails?”
“Screw you, asshole!”
“Asshole? I guess that would be tails.” He flipped the coin in the air. It landed on heads. “Jasper, you’re up first.” He handed a key to Kenneth. “Unlatch his hands and the chain to his collar.”
As soon as Jasper was released, he tried to grab Seth. “I’m going to fucking kill….”
Seth pressed the button on the remote. Within seconds, smoke started billowing out from under his rear. He screamed as a loud arcing sound echoed out. Finally, he shouted, “Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!”
Seth smiled. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” He moved the wheel closer. “Give it a spin.”
He looked scared. “Why?”
“You know why.”
“Please don’t cut me.”
“You dumbass. Weren’t you listening when I explained this?”
“Yes.”
“Apparently not. Whatever it lands on you’re going to cut it off Marcus. Now spin the wheel.”
He was relieved as he spun it, but Marcus’ eyes were huge as he watched the pointer, worried it was going to stop on a penis.
Seth shook his head when it stopped on a toe. “You lucky bastard.” He handed Jasper a pair of scissors. “You get to pick which one to cut off.”
He tried to stab Seth.
Seth backhanded him, took the scissors, then walked behind him. He looked at Kenneth. “Hold his head between his legs.”
Kenneth shoved him forward, then forced his head down. Seth pulled out a knife and cut a large square on his back, from his shoulders to his ass crack. He pulled the skin loose at the top, wrapped it around a wooden rod, then stapled it in place. The rod had a crank handle, and as he turned it, his skin was being ripped off his back as it wrapped around the rod.
Jasper was screaming for mercy. “Oh my God! You’re killing me! I’m sorry! Please stop! I’ll do what you say!”
Seth had only pulled about ten inches of skin loose. He pinned the rod in place, then motioned to Kenneth. “You can let him go.”
Jasper was in a lot of pain as he sat back. “What did you do to me?”
“Ripped some skin off your back.” He handed him the scissors. “Pick a toe or
you’re going to lose more.”
He leaned forward and grabbed Marcus’ pinky toe. “I… I don’t know if I can.”
Marcus was jerking around in his chair. He couldn’t fight back since his waist, arms, legs and neck were secured to the chair. “Don’t do it, Jasper! Don’t fucking do it!”
Seth grabbed the handle to the rod. “Do it, or I’ll rip off your fucking back!”
Jasper pulled back on his toe, then started cutting it with the scissors. Marcus screamed out. “Stop cutting me, you motherfucker! It fucking hurts!”
Marcus was struggling. “These scissors won’t cut through the bone.”
Seth yelled at him. “Bend it until it breaks.”
He bent the toe upwards until it snapped, then twisted it until it came off. Seth handed him a propane torch. “Burn it so he doesn’t bleed out.”
Marcus was panicking. “Please don’t! I beg you!”
Jasper looked sad. “Sorry, bro. I don’t have a choice.”
Marcus jerked around in his chair as Jasper burned him. When he was done, Seth had Kenneth secure Jasper, then release Marcus. Seth pointed to the wheel. “Your turn.”
Marcus glared at Seth with hate-filled eyes. “You’re fucking nuts! I refuse to play your game.”
Seth pulled out a knife, then looked at Kenneth. “Hold the bastard so I can add a skin crank to him too.”
Marcus’ attitude changed. “Okay! Okay! I’ll do it.” He spun the wheel. Everyone was watching to see what it was going to stop on. When it landed on a picture of an eye, Jasper started shaking his head. “No, no, no! You can’t do that! Please! I’ll do whatever you want!”
Seth handed Marcus an ice cream scoop. “Pick an eye.”
Jasper looked at the scoop. “Please don’t! I beg you! We’ve been friends since grade school. Please don’t take my eye.”
Marcus looked down. “He’s right. I can’t do it.”
Seth cut a large square in his back as Kenneth held him down. After he pulled the top part loose and stapled it to a rod, he started rolling up his skin. Marcus was screaming. “You’re fucking killing me! Please stop! I beg you!”
“I’m not going to stop until you pop out his fucking eye.”
“Okay! I’ll do it!”
When Kenneth let him go, he lunged forward and shoved Jasper’s head against the back of the chair with one hand as he shoved the scoop under his right eyeball. He had to wiggle it around to break the optic nerve, then he popped it out of the socket.
Jasper was screaming as his eye rolled across his lap and onto the floor.
Marcus dropped the scoop and grabbed Jasper’s shoulders. “Please forgive me! I’m sorry!”
Jasper was crying, causing tears to run down his left cheek while blood was running down his right one.
“Please talk to me, bro.”
“Get the fuck away from me, man!”
Marcus sat back in his chair. “You don’t have to be like that. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Fuck you! You ripped out my fucking eye!”
“And you cut off my toe.”
“It’s a fucking toe! An eye is different, you fucking asshole!”
“You know I didn’t have a choice, so stop acting like a bitch!”
Seth nodded to Kenneth. “Time for them to swap.”
As Kenneth secured Marcus and released Jasper, Seth went over to Paul. “How’s it hangin’, pal?”
Paul was hanging from the top of the cage. He had his right elbow bent around a bar as he held onto his wrist with his left hand. The pressure from the bar was smashing the inside of his elbow and cutting off circulation, causing his arm to turn blue. He was straining as his arm supported the weight of his body. “Please get me out of here! I don’t think I can hold on much longer!” He knew if he fell, the belt would throw him against the back of the cage, then the sandpaper would start shredding his skin. He could try to land on his feet and start running, but he was exhausted.
Seth leaned against the cage and lit a cigarette. “You should be grateful that I’m showing you more mercy than you gave that donkey.”
“How do you figure that?”
“He didn’t get a chance to get off the asphalt. At least you’ll get to hang for a while between sanding’s.”
“Sanding’s?” He became angry. “That’s fucked up! You think this is a fucking game! You’re a sadistic piece of shit!”
Kenneth walked up. “Why is he freaking out?”
“He’s just excited that he’s going to get a free derma peeling. It can be expensive at the dermatologist’s.”
Paul was gritting his teeth. “Screw you, asshole!”
Seth climbed up the side of the cage, then started stomping on Paul’s arm. “Let go, you fucking retard!”
He tried to land on his feet, but the belt flipped him onto his head, then onto his back. Before he could react, he crashed into the back of the cage. He was screaming as he tried to get up, but the belt was holding him against the bars as it shredded the skin from his body as he flopped around. He was finally able to get on all fours, but the sandpaper started shredding the skin on the palms of his hands and his knees. The pain became so intense that he rolled onto his side. The belt started turning red from blood as his skin was being sanded off his shoulder, arm, hip and leg. He didn’t know what to do, so he rolled onto his back when he couldn’t take the pain anymore. Within seconds he rolled onto his other side. He was screaming as he fought to get to his feet. His body was covered in blood and pieces of chewed up skin. He finally was able to stand up, but the belt held his feet against the bars.
Seth had climbed down and was standing next to Kenneth. He pointed at Paul’s feet. “Check that shit out.” The weight of his body was causing the flesh on the bottom of his feet to disintegrate at a fast rate.
Kenneth shook his head. “He’s not going to last long in this contraption.”
“Sure, he is.” Seth turned off the machine.
Paul fell on his side as he breathed heavily while crying. “Thank you for stopping it. I’m in so much pain. Please get me some help.”
Seth walked off, then came back with a bug sprayer. He pumped it up, then started spraying Paul with alcohol. He violently flopped around and screamed at the top of his lungs as his raw flesh burned. When Seth had him soaked, he put his hand on the start button. “I’m fixin’ to turn it back on, so you need to get your lazy ass up and hang from the top.”
Paul was in so much pain he couldn’t move.
“Okay.” Seth started the treadmill.
Paul screamed as the belt flopped him around.
Seth turned it back off. “One last opportunity.”
Paul eased to his bloody feet, then jumped up, grabbing a bar. He wrapped his arm around one bar and a leg around another. He was so exhausted and in so much agony that he didn’t say a word. Seth started the machine, then climbed back up on the cage. He tied a wire around the base of Paul’s penis and balls, then tied the other end to the top of the cage.
Paul was freaking out. “Oh my God! Why did you do that?”
“’Cause you cut off that donkey’s dick and balls, you fucking jackass.” He climbed down and walked back over to Marcus and Jasper. Kenneth looked confused. “Why did you give Paul a chance?”
“You tell me.”
“Uh, so his suffering will last longer.”
“Correct. And?”
“The anticipation of having his skin ripped off is fuckin’ scary. And tying his dick and balls to the top of the cage makes it even worse.”
“Good job. I’m glad you’re catching on.”
“Maybe so. But I still don’t find any enjoyment in this like you do.”
“Of course, you do. That’s why you’ve stuck around this long.”
“That’s not it. I just want to fuck up Brad.”
“Then consider all this a crash course in how to be a murdering ass lunatic.”
“You’ve definitely takin’ me on a free trip to crazy town.”
Seth laughed. “Right. And speaking of crazy…” He looked at Jasper. “You ready to spin the wheel?”
“I’m hurting really badly. Please don’t do this.” His right eye socket was extremely swollen and the right side of his face was covered in dried blood with the exception of a few places where a pinkish fluid was running out from under his eyelid.
“Don’t start whining.”
“You have no right to do this.”
“And you had no right cutting up someone’s pet. Now spin that fucking wheel before I give you something to bitch about.”
Marcus started jerking at his restraints. “Jasper, fuck this crazy bastard! Don’t do what he says!”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“Yes, you do.”
“You said you didn’t have one when you took my eye.”
“Come on. We’re even now.”
“Even?” He started getting aggravated. “When did this become something vengeful?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m starting to. And you’re just acting this way because it’s my turn to cut something off you.”
“Don’t be like that. We’ve been through a lot together.”
Seth glared at Jasper. “Don’t pay any attention to him. And I’m not telling you again.”
He was torn in what to do, but he decided to spin the wheel, especially since Seth was holding a knife to his penis. Suspense filled the room as the pointer made a clicking sound. Marcus’ eyes were big as the wheel started slowing down, not knowing what it was going to land on. Seth laughed when it stopped on a tooth. “Nice. Maybe that will keep Marcus quiet for a while.” He handed Jasper a pair of pliers. “Pick one.”
Marcus glared at Jasper. “Stay the fuck away from me!”
Jasper was still pissed about his eye. He showed no mercy as he held Marcus’ head back while grabbing a hold of a front tooth. As he pulled on it, Marcus was making a loud ‘awww’ sound. Jasper was having a difficult time getting it to come out. He finally started twisting it, causing the tooth to break off at the gum.
Seth shook his head. “That doesn’t count. It had to be a whole tooth, roots and all.”
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