He laughed. “You can thank Barry for that. He played show and tell with the dudes he fucked up. And being nude in front of each other doesn’t help either.” He completed the last form and turned to Missy. “I think we’re ready to go.” Seth marched over to the group, faced them and held up the forms. “These are death certificates. I filled out one for each of you, but left the cause of death blank. You’ll get to decide how you’re going to die. If you don’t choose, we’ll choose one for you.” He pointed at the drum. “That’s full of fun ways to die, and I promise, they’ll be a lot worse than anything you’ll pick.”
Everyone started yelling curse words and threats. Seth walked up to Robert since he was being the loudest. “You get the honor of going first.”
He glared at Seth. “Screw you, motherfucker! You’re not going to get away with this!”
Everyone was still shouting as Seth grabbed a special pole that he had crafted to restrain scumbags like these. It was six-feet long and had a braided-cable loop on one end and a twist handle on the other. The cable was covered in sharp barbs, and when the handle was twisted, the loop would tighten up. Seth held the end of the pole over Robert’s head and lowered the loop around his neck. He twisted the handle, tightening up the loop until Robert’s eyes bulged and he started gasping for air. He looked at Missy. “Unlatch his shackles.”
When she released him, he tried to fight back, but Seth twisted the handle harder, his knees buckled and sent him crashing to the floor. “I’ll break your fucking neck if you don’t cooperate!”
The barbs were cutting into his neck and blood was flowing down his body. He patted the pole to indicate submission as he grunted out, “Okay! I’ll stop fighting!”
Seth forced him over to the table and shoved him down onto the chair. He looked at Missy. “Give the fucker his certificate.”
She flipped through the pile, found his, and slid it across the table.
Seth tossed him a pen. “Write how you want to kick the bucket.”
He tried to get up. “Fuck you! You’re not going to get away with this!”
Seth twisted the handle. “Do it, or we’ll pick one for you.”
“Go to Hell!”
Seth looked at Missy. “Pick something cool for Mr. Mullet.”
She rolled the drum, then reached in and pulled out a folder piece of paper. She read it out loud. “Exploded.”
“Write that on your certificate, asshole.”
Robert was pushing off the table. “Fuck you!”
Seth twisted the handle harder. “Then we’ll just write strangulation on there for you.”
He tried to grab the cable around his neck, but it was too tight. When he started turning blue, he grabbed the pen and started scribbling on the form.
Seth relaxed the cable. “That’s kind of sloppy, but it’ll do.” He forced Robert over to the pillory and locked his wrists and neck in it. “Hang out here. I’ll be back in a minute.” He went into the RV.
Robert was frantically fighting at the wooden restraint as he shouted curse words and threats. “Fuck you, asshole! You’re not going to get away with this, you sick fuck!”
When Seth returned, he was wearing a chemical suit and carrying a five-gallon air tank. The tank had a two-inch pipe with a gate valve sticking out of it. He looked at Missy. “Check out this thing.”
“What the hell is it?”
“Tire bead sealer. I saw one being used in a tire shop. They use them to blast the inside of a tire with air to make the beads seal on the wheel. This tank holds five-gallons of air at a 145 PSI. When I open the valve, a massive amount of air will blast out the two-inch pipe.” He rubbed some lubricant on the end of the pipe, then forced it into Robert’s ass. He looked at Missy. “I’d get way back.”
Robert was screaming. “What the fuck are you doing to me, you faggot? It’s ripping me! Get it out!”
Most of the dirtbags on the wall were being quiet as they watched, but some were still yelling threats. Seth closed his face shield, held onto the tank tightly, then opened the valve. The sudden blast of air caused Robert’s abdomen to abruptly expand like an automotive airbag. In a fraction of a second, the skin around his torso shredded and body fluids and internal parts exploded out of him, simulating a bomb going off. Seth was shocked as he looked at the mess on the floor. His suit was covered from head to toe with blood, feces and ravaged pieces of flesh. He could barely see Missy through his shield. “I’ll be back.” He laid the tank on the floor and hurried outside.
A few minutes later, he came back holding his suit. It had been washed off. “Good thing the water is on.”
Missy was shaking her head. “Did you know that was going to happen?”
Seth noticed Robert’s abdomen looked like a deflated beach ball that had been shredded. “Not to that degree.”
“Who’s going to clean up that mess?”
“No one.” He opened the pillory, allowing Robert’s body to slump to the floor, then he slid it over a few feet to get it away from the mess.
She laughed. “That’s just as bad as sweeping dirt under a rug.”
After witnessing what Seth had done to Robert, everyone was now silent. Seth stood scrutinizing them. “Who wants to be next?”
Rachel was crying. “What gives you the right to murder us?”
“Execute.”
“What?”
“Murder implies you have a life worth living.”
“I haven’t done anything to you! You have no right to do this!”
“And you had no right drowning your kids.”
“Fuck you! You don’t know shit!”
“I know you’re up next.” He latched the cable around her neck as Missy released her. She was hysterical as Seth forced her to sit in the chair.
Missy slid a certificate to her. “Here you go, bitch. Pick your poison.”
“Please don’t do this! I’m begging you!”
Seth shoved her head forward with the pole. “Do it!”
Her hand was shaking as she held the pen. “Please don’t make me do this! I’ll do whatever you want!”
“I want you to fill in that blank.”
She dropped the pen and started bawling. “I can’t do it!”
Missy spun the drum, then pulled out a piece of paper. “Brains beat out with own fist.”
Seth dragged her over to the pillory, only securing her neck and one arm. He quickly went to the RV and grabbed a roll of quarters and some duct tape. He forced her to hold the quarters as he wrapped duct tape around her fist. When he was done, he whacked her arm off at the shoulder with a hatchet.
Missy reached out. “I wanna do it.”
Seth handed her the severed arm. “Have fun.”
Missy went to the front of the pillory with Rachel’s severed arm and started beating her in the head with it. The bones in her fingers could be heard breaking as her fist struck her skull. After a few minutes, Missy became tired. Seth took the arm. “Let me finish her off.”
Rachel was holding her head down and her body was limp. Her blonde hair was stained with blood and her scalp was covered with contusions. Surprisingly, she was still alive. She raised her head and looked at Seth. “Please don’t do this! I don’t want to die!”
He showed no mercy as he started brutally beating her in the head with her own arm. When brain matter started oozing from her ears, he tossed her arm on the floor, then went over to the others. “I’m fucking pumped! Who’s next?”
They were horrified as they looked down. They were so scared they didn’t want to make eye contact with him in fear he’d pick them.
“Don’t fucking get shy now.”
A man close to the end coughed. Seth walked over to him. “Billy Smith. Has anyone ever told you look like Jeff Daniels?”
“No, sir.”
“Are you dumb, or dumber?”
He was misty eyed. “I don’t want to die!”
“It’s gonna happen and all the begging in the world isn’t going to matter. And yo
u need to be thankful I’m giving you the choice how it happens.”
“Thankful? How can you say that?”
“Because I usually torture the fuck out of my victims.”
He started crying. “Oh my God! This can’t be happening! Please, I beg you not to do this!”
“You need to show some dignity and die like a man.”
“What gives you the right to do this? I don’t even know who you are.”
Seth had no desire to hear each of them beg, so he stood back from the group so they could all see him. “Listen up, fuckers! I’m Seth Coker, AKA, The Angel of fucking Death.”
Everyone’s eyes opened wide.
“Yeah, that got y’all’s attention. There is nothing you can do or say that’s going to persuade me from killing your ass. If you know anything about me, then you know what kind of predicament you’re in. And you also know I’m going easy on you. The fact is, each of you are going to die today, so I suggest you choose something that is the least painful.” He pointed at the drum. “Because everything in that fucker will hurt like a bitch.”
A tattooed Hispanic man yelled out, “What a tough guy! You be talkin’ all that shit while we’re tied up! Show me you have balls, ese, and fight me like a man!”
Seth pointed at him. “You just moved yourself into fourth place, vato. I’ll deal with you soon as I’m done with Jeff Daniels.”
“I got your vato hanging, motherfucker!”
Seth put the cable around Billy’s neck and forced him to the table. Missy gave him his death certificate. His body was trembling. “Please don’t do this! I’m begging you!”
Seth looked at Missy. “Maybe I should sew their fucking mouths closed since my boogieman speech didn’t work.”
She laughed. “It never does.”
“Right.”
Billy couldn’t believe how Missy and Seth were behaving. “What is wrong with you two? I’m a human being! Y’all don’t have the right to do this!”
Missy tossed a pen next to his certificate. “Stop whining and fill it out.”
He became violent. “No!” He pushed the table away. “You don’t have the right to do this!” He fell to the floor. “Leave me the fuck alone! I haven’t done shit to you!”
Seth had to hold him down. “He’s not going to calm down, so go ahead and pick something for him.” He tightened the loop around Billy’s neck. “Chill out before I break your fucking neck!” He raised his hands in submission. Seth eased up a little so he could breathe.
Missy pulled a piece of paper from the rotating drum and read it. “Acute poisoning; used Drano for constipation.”
Seth handed Missy the pole. “If he becomes unruly, just twist the handle. It will cut off his airflow and the blood to his brain.”
She took the pole. “I hope he does—I’ll squeeze his fucking head off, like popping a zit.”
Seth grabbed a bottle of Drano from the RV, then sat on Billy’s chest, pinning his arms under his knees. “Open your mouth.”
He shook his head and muttered through his teeth. “No, no, no! You can’t do this!”
Seth shoved his thumb into his right eye. “Do it!”
“I don’t want to die! Please stop!”
Seth pushed harder, bursting his eyeball. “I said open your fucking mouth!”
“I can’t!”
Seth reached back, grabbed his penis and started stretching it. “I’ll rip off your fucking dick if you don’t!”
“Oh my God! You’re killing me! Please stop! I beg you!”
Seth was stretching his penis so much the outer skin was tearing. “Drink it, asshole!”
Billy finally couldn’t take the pain anymore and opened his mouth. Seth started pouring in the Drano. “You better drink all of it or I’ll rip off your balls too.”
Billy was only able to get half of the bottle down before he started gagging. Seth stood up and took the pole from Missy. “If you try to throw it up, I’ll choke your ass.”
His eye was huge and the muscles in his face and neck were tensed up as the chemical began neutralizing his stomach acid. Within seconds, he started spitting up dark-red blood clots and chunks of his stomach lining. He was straining so much that his eye became blood-shot, and his empty eye socket began hemorrhaging from the enormous stress his body was going through. Seth knew he would eventually vomit, so he dragged him by the neck away from the table to prevent a mess. As soon as he removed the cable, Billy began vomiting uncontrollably.
Missy was confused. “I thought you didn’t want him to throw up?”
“It doesn’t matter now. It’s too late. The Drano has already eaten through his stomach and is dissolving his guts.
Billy had blood running out of his mouth and nose. He looked like a zombie as he flopped around on the floor. He finally arched his back as he let out a bone-chilling scream, then his body went limp. Everyone on the wall was horrified as they watched him die a very painful death.
Seth walked up to the tattooed Hispanic man. “You’re up, Gilbert. Have any last words?”
He smiled, which showed he had some missing front teeth. “Let’s do this shit!”
Seth put the cable around his neck as Missy released his arms. Gilbert walked over to the chair and sat down without resisting. He picked up the pen and wrote on the form. Seth was surprised with Gilbert’s cooperation. “The vato has a death wish.”
Missy laughed as she looked at the form. “This is funny.”
Seth grabbed the form and noticed Gilbert had wrote atomic bomb for the cause of death. “What a wise ass.”
Gilbert thought if he came up with something unrealistic that he’d get off. He grinned. “That’s how I choose to die, motherfucker. And I know you keep your word, Mr. Angel of Death.”
“Alright, smart-ass. I’ll see if I can round one up for you.” Seth handed Missy the pole, then headed for the RV.
Gilbert yelled at him as he walked away. “Good luck, ese!” He smiled as he looked at Missy. “What’s a fine woman like you doin’ with that asshole? You need to come to brown town.”
“I’m not into dirtbags.”
“Come, on. Don’t be like that. You know you want this.”
“Yeah, I’ve been dreaming of snagging me a toothless fuck.”
“Fuck you, bitch! Your white ass couldn’t handle this shit anyway.”
She tightened the cable around his neck. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Go easy, Chica! I was just messin’ with you.”
Seth came walking up with a wooden baseball bat. He showed it to Gilbert. “Does this work?”
He noticed Seth had carved the end of the bat into the shape of a bomb and wrote NUKE on it. “What the fuck is that?”
Seth struck him in the face, knocking him out of the chair. Gilbert defecated and urinated on himself as Seth beat him to a bloody pulp. After few minutes, he started having labored breathing as he lay in his own blood, piss, shit and vomit. Towards the end, he just laid helplessly as the bat ravaged his body. Seth had shattered most of his bones, saving his head for last. He looked down at him. “You ready to die?”
Gilbert could barely speak. “Just do it!”
Seth beat him in the head until his brains were splattered over the floor. The ones on the wall were frantic after witnessing the barbaric killing. Half of them were fighting at their restraints, the others were trying to think of an impossible way to die, knowing Gilbert had been on the right track. They just had to come up with something Seth couldn’t do.
Seth tossed the bat on the floor, then walked up to the group. “That fucking wore me out. Y’all try to pick something less exhausting.” He started pacing back and forth in front of them. “So, who wants to be next?”
Everyone remained quiet.
“That’s fine. It’s time to put the old man out of his misery before he has a heart attack.”
Cecil’s body started trembling. He knew Seth was talking about him since he was the oldest. He didn’t say a word as Seth and Missy removed
him from the wall. Missy noticed he was in his late sixties, frail and had a long, gray beard. She tossed him the pen as he sunk to the chair with his head down. He continued to be quiet as he wrote on the form. When he was done, Missy took it, then laughed. “He might have gotten you with this one.”
“What the fuck did he write?”
“Flattened like a pancake by an authentic, full sized, steamroller.”
“Another wise ass.”
Cecil laughed. “I might be old, but I’m not a fool. And I hope you know what a steamroller is. And it’s not something you can carve in a bat, because I specifically requested an authentic one of full size.”
“You sure that’s the way you want to die?”
He crossed his arms as he sported a smirk. “Yes, sir.”
“No changing your mind?”
“Nope.”
“Alright. Let me see what I can do.”
“You do that.”
Someone yelled out. “That’s it. Let’s all pick a steamroller! He doesn’t have one, so he won’t be able to kill us.”
Seth looked at Allen. “Did the hammer knock you silly, or did you grow a pair of balls?”
He was angry that Seth had cut off his penis. “Just playing your game, motherfucker.”
“Yes, you are.” Seth tossed Missy some large zip-ties. “Secure Cecil’s arms and legs.”
Cecil looked confused. “Hold up! Why are you tying me up?”
“Because I don’t want you running off.” Seth looked at Missy. “I’ll be back shortly.” He got in Missy’s F250 and drove out of the building.
Everyone was congratulating Cecil for coming up with something that would save them.
About thirty minutes later, Seth came pulling into the building. Missy’s truck sounded like the diesel engine was straining. Cecil’s eyes got big as Seth got closer. “You got to be fucking kidding me!”
Seth stopped in front of the group. They were speechless as they stared at an antique steamroller that Seth was pulling behind the truck. He got out and dragged Cecil in front of it, then got back in the truck. He had the window down and looked at everyone from the driver seat. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “FYI. This is an old junkyard, and there’s a bunch of equipment out back. Just let me know if anyone else has a creative way to die. I can hook you up.” He put the truck in four-wheel low, then stepped on the throttle. All four tires spun for a moment, filling the air with the smell of burning rubber as the truck struggled to pull the heavy piece of equipment. Cecil’s screams echoed throughout the building as he was flattened like a pancake. All that was left of him was skin, a large pool of blood and pulverized bones.
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