As Missy stuck the bags of potassium metal in his limbs, Seth was sticking them in his abdomen. When they were done, Seth closed him up with the stapler.
Missy noticed a fuse was sticking out of Humberto’s penis. “His dick looks like a fucking candle. Can I light it?”
He handed her a Zippo. “Sure, but let me wake him up first.” Seth dragged him to the center of the building, then injected him with adrenaline. Humberto was in extreme pain when he awoke. He raised his head, noticing he had long gashes all over his body that had been half-assed closed with staples. “Oh my God! What have y’all done to me?”
Missy lit the fuse, then took off running. Humberto noticed there was something flickering by his genitals. When he realized it was a fuse coming out of his penis, he started freaking out. “Y’all come back! Please don’t do this to me!” He tried to move his arms, but pain shot through his body. When the flame entered his penis, he screamed. A few seconds later, his body erupted into flames. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as he was burned from the inside out.
Seth and Missy watched as lilac-colored flames engulfed his body. When they finally went out, most of his flesh had disintegrated, leaving skeletal remains with some charred muscles.
Seth lit a cigarette. “Kind of smells like barbecue.”
“If you say so.”
“We have one more to go. Let’s wrap this shit up.” Seth went over to Janna. She had turned her chair over and was laying on the floor. The zip-ties had cut into her wrists from where she tried to get loose. Seth sat her back up, then slid her up to the table. “I hope you’ve thought of something creative since you’ve had plenty of time to think.”
She started crying. “Please don’t do this! I just want to go home!”
Seth looked at Missy. “Just go ahead and pick something for her so we can get the fuck out of here.”
She pulled a piece of paper from the drum and read it. “Ride the lightning.”
“That’s an easy one.” Seth grabbed a pair of jumper cables, some pipe nipples and a pair of insulated gloves from the RV, then dragged Janna in the chair over to an electrical panel and removed the cover. “Fucking A. I was hoping this was three-phase, 480-volts.”
Missy was standing next to him. “I take it that’s a good thing.”
“Sure is.” He handed Missy a flashlight. “Shine this at the panel.” He put on the gloves, then pulled out the fuses, causing the lights to go out. He started replacing them with nipples.
“Why are you doing that?”
“The fuses could blow while she’s riding the lightning.”
“I know you’re going to electrocute her, but why do you call it ride the lightning?”
“That’s what prisoners used to call the electric chair.” When he was done, the high-bay lights started coming back on. Seth handed Missy one end of the jumper cables. “Clamp one of the alligator clips to her cunt and the other one to her asshole.”
Janna was scared as Missy removed her from the chair. “Please don’t do this! I didn’t mean to hurt my baby! I had postpartum depression!”
Missy punched her in the face. “Shut the fuck up!”
Janna lay crying as Missy clamped the clips to her vagina and anus. When she was done, Seth looked at Janna as he stood by the panel and held the other end of the jumper cables. “Do you want to go with 277-volts or 480-volts?”
Tears were running down her cheeks. “I’m begging you not to do this! I don’t want to die!”
“If you don’t choose, I’ll do it for you.”
“Please give me another chance! I’ll make it up to you! I swear!”
“You don’t owe me anything. I’m doing this for your daughter.”
Janna shouted, “She’s fucking dead! This isn’t going to bring her back!”
Seth was caught off guard. “Wow! I was going to go with 480, but now you’re getting 277.” He clamped one of the alligator clips to the neutral bar.
Missy was confused. “Why are you going easy on that bitch?”
“I’m not. The 480 would have just blown her apart. The 277 won’t. It’ll just cook the fuck out of her. It’ll be slower and more painful.”
“Good! Fry this bitch!”
Janna started to speak, but Seth clamped the other alligator to a busbar. The lights dimmed as she violently flopped around on the floor. Her eyes were huge and she was foaming at the mouth. The air quickly filled with a foul odor of burnt flesh as smoke began to pour out between her legs.
Missy noticed Janna was trying to speak. “I thought electricity stops a person’s heart.”
“It will if the current runs through the heart, but in her case, the majority of it is only running between her pussy and asshole.”
“So, this could take a while to kill her.”
“Yep. Hopefully, she’ll be cooked from the snatch up.” Seth looked at his watch, noticing it was 11 AM. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“What are we going to do with all these bodies?”
“Just leave them here. I’ll send Barry back to clean up the mess.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“We’re also going to leave the RV here and take your truck to Amarillo since the police might be looking for it.”
“I think that’s smart.”
Seth loaded a few things in Missy’s truck, then got in the driver side. Missy looked pissed. “What’s wrong?”
She pointed at the dash. “Look what that little bastard did.”
Seth leaned over and noticed BARRY WAS HERE was carved into the dash. “What a fucking asshole.”
“I’m going to carve my name in his fucking ass when I get a hold of him.”
Seth closed and locked the gates that surrounded his warehouse, then he and Missy headed for Amarillo.
Berserk
Two hours into their drive, Kenneth came over the two-way radio. “Short Bus, you there?”
Seth keyed up. “Go ahead.”
“We made the pick-up. All three of them. Heading to the safe house.”
“Good to hear. We’ll be there around 7 PM.”
“Ten-four.”
Missy had been sleeping. She sat up, noticing the sun was bright. “What time is it?
“A little after one.”
“Was that Kenneth?”
“Yeah.”
“Was he able to get Richard and his buddies?”
“Yeah. He’s taking them to an old farmhouse I have in the country.”
“Bill will be happy.”
“Yes, he will.”
“How much longer is the drive?”
“About six hours.”
She laid back in her seat. “Then I’m going back to sleep.”
An hour from Amarillo, Seth keyed up on the two-way radio. “K-Dog, you there?”
He didn’t answer. He tried several more times with no response. He tried Wyatt. “Swamp Dog, you there?” He didn’t respond either.
Missy was reading a book. She looked at Seth. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m not sure. They’re not responding.”
“Maybe their radios are dead.”
“That’s not like Kenneth. And he’s really good about keeping extra batteries with him.”
“He might be taking a crap or something. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“If we were talking about Spanky, or maybe even Wyatt, yeah. But not Kenneth. And with them both not responding, something’s happened.”
“Do you think they got busted by the cops?”
“I hope not.”
Seth continued trying to contact Kenneth and Wyatt with no luck. When they finally got to the farmhouse, he noticed the Toyota was there, but Kenneth’s truck was missing. He spotted the front door to the house standing open. “Something’s wrong.” He pulled out his firearm.
Missy was worried. “I’m coming with you.”
“I need you to stay in the truck.” Seth cautiously crept up to the house, then eased across the front porch to pr
event the boards from squeaking too much. He looked through the door, noticing there was someone laying on the floor nude. He looked back at Missy and ran his hand back and forth in front of his throat. She knew that meant trouble. She pulled a gun out of her purse and got out. She stood next to the truck, keeping an eye out in case someone was hiding outside.
Seth eased into the living room. The man on the floor was face down and his arms were tied behind his back. There were two more nude men on the couch. They had been decapitated and their bodies were propped up in the sitting position. They were covered in blood and their arms and legs were tied up with rope. He didn’t recognize the men, giving him hope that Kenneth, Wyatt and Barry were okay.
Seth moved into the kitchen, finding Kenneth. He was laying on his stomach with his hands tied behind his back. He was naked and covered in blood and feces. Seth rolled him over, noticing his face had been cut off and his penis was missing. He checked his neck, finding a pulse. Seth left him and started checking the rest of the house. All the rooms were empty, but there was a closed door off the hallway. It had numerous bullet holes in it. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He hugged the wall, then knocked on it. “Anyone in there?”
A voice yelled out. “Who is it?”
He recognized it was Wyatt. “Wyatt! It’s me!”
Wyatt slid something away from the door, then cracked it open. He peeped out. “Thank God it’s you!” He opened the door all the way and walked out. He was upset. “I thought I was a dead man!”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“Barry fucking killed everyone!”
“Fuck!” Seth ran outside to make sure Missy was okay. “Keep a lookout for Barry!”
“What’s wrong?”
“He went fucking berserk. Kenneth is hurt bad. Grab the medical kit!”
Missy reached into the backseat and grabbed it. They ran back into the house. Seth and Wyatt laid Kenneth on the kitchen table and wrapped his face with some gauze and bandaged what was left of his penis
Wyatt was worried. “Is he going to die?”
“I don’t think so. It doesn’t appear he has any major injuries, but he has lost a lot of blood.”
Missy had noticed the men in the living room. “Is that Richard and his buddies in the other room?”
Wyatt sat in a chair. “Yeah.”
Seth lit a cigarette, then took a long drag. He was upset. “What the fuck happened?”
“Barry just snapped. He knocked Kenneth out with a gun and tied me up with some rope.”
“Where in the hell did he get a gun?”
He looked down. “It was mine. I had left it on the table.” He became angry. “The bastard said he was saving me for last and wanted me to watch. He started on Richard and his buddies. He had them tied up and bent over on the furniture.” Wyatt looked nauseated. “He raped them. He had this big boom box playing What a Feeling, and was dancing around and taking turns on them. The fucking bastard even rubbed his dick on my face as he taunted me.”
“How did you get away?”
“I was able to get my hands free when he wasn’t paying attention. I locked myself in the bathroom. Barry was irate and screaming at me like a mad man. When I refused to come out, he started shooting at me through the door, but luckily, I was standing off to the side. When he ran out of bullets, he started trying to kick in the door, but I had slid the clawfoot tub in front of it.”
“Damn, Dude. I feel bad.”
Wyatt looked down, not knowing how to tell Seth what else happened. “It gets worse.”
“What are you talking about?”
“He raped Kenneth. I heard it. I heard Kenneth begging for him to stop while I was hiding like a coward.”
“Don’t blame yourself. This is all my fault for bringing Barry on the trip.” Seth looked at Missy. “I should have killed the bastard a long time ago.”
“It’s not your fault either. He chose to do this.”
Seth noticed Barry’s explosive collar was laying on the floor. “How in the fuck did he get that off?”
Wyatt shook his head. “I’m not sure, but he was always fucking with it when he thought no one was watching.”
“Kenneth had the remote for it. I always made sure he had it when Barry went with him.” Seth heard someone moan. “Y’all be quiet.” He pulled his pistol from his holster and eased into the living room. He noticed the man on the floor was moving around. He holstered his gun. “We have a live one.”
Missy and Wyatt ran up as Seth knelt next to the man. “It’s Richard. He’s alive.” Seth stood up. “We need to get Kenneth some medical attention.” He wrote down a phone number on a sheet of paper and handed it to Wyatt. “I have a doctor in Roswell, New Mexico that will take care of him. Call that number when you get there. His name is Dennis Herbert.”
Wyatt and Seth carried Kenneth to the Toyota. Seth handed him a bag. “Give this to Dennis. It’s ten-thousand dollars. Tell him I’ll get him the rest when I get there.”
“Are you not coming with me?”
“No. I need to find Barry. And I also have to deal with Richard.”
Missy walked up and handed Wyatt a Styrofoam cup from 7/11. “I found Kenneth’s penis. I put it on the ice that was left from my soda. I couldn’t find his face though. Barry must have taken it.”
“I’m sure that sick fuck did.” Wyatt started the truck. “I’ll call y’all when I get Kenneth there.”
Seth and Missy went back into the house as Wyatt drove away.
Around 2 AM the next morning, Wyatt walked out onto a veranda at the doctor’s house. He pulled out his phone and called Seth. “It’s me. I just got Kenneth here. The doctor is working on him now.”
“Does he think he’ll make it?”
“Not sure. He’s in a coma.”
“Well, fuck! That wasn’t the news I was hoping for.”
“Did you find Barry?”
“No. And don’t come back to Texas. Just stay there.
“Why?”
“Barry could be looking for us.”
“I thought about that. Good thing he doesn’t know where I live, but what about you?”
“Doesn’t have a clue. But Missy and I are getting out of Texas anyway just in case he went to the police.”
“That would be stupid. He’s not innocent.”
“I know, but we’re talking about Barry.”
“Okay. Keep me posted.”
“Will do.” Seth hung up.
A few days later, Seth called Wyatt. “Hey, it’s me.”
“Did you find Barry?”
“Not yet. How’s Kenneth?”
“He’s going to live, but he’ll have severe scarring on his face and his penis might not work right.”
“Is he awake?”
“Yeah”
“Let me talk to him.”
“He’s too fucking angry right now. Not at you, but at Barry.”
“I’m sure he is. Tell him I’m going to make that little fucker pay dearly for what he’s done.”
“He already knows that. And if possible, he wants to be the one to do it.”
“Then I’ll make it happen.”
“Did Barry go to the cops?”
“Not that I can tell.”
“Are you back in Texas?”
“No. I’m in Las Vegas, but will be heading back in a few days.”
“Are you going to keep looking for Barry?”
“I’m taking care of something I should have done a long time ago. When I get done here, I’m going to dedicate every waking hour to finding that little bastard.”
“I’m going to head back home to hang out with my daughter. I’ll come back in a few days to help you look for him.”
“Sounds good. Call me when you get back in Texas. In the meantime, watch your back. That little fucker knows the game. And tell Kenneth I’ll be stopping in to check on him on the way to Texas.”
“Will do. Talk to you later.”
Seth hung up the phone, then l
ooked at Missy. “You ready?”
She smiled as she put her arm through his. “Of course.”
They ambled into a small, Elvis Presley wedding chapel.
The Reckoning
Bill Townsend walked into his gallery that was filled with artifacts and oddities. It was his morning ritual. He enjoyed looking at all his unique possessions before he started his day. There was something new. He walked up to it, noticing it was an old fortuneteller machine that you would find in the early 1900s in penny arcades and amusement parks. Bret must have found this, he thought as he examined it. He wondered if it worked. He tried to look inside it, but the glass was tinted. There was a piece of paper taped on the front of it. Maybe Bret left him a note, he thought. When he unfolded it, a penny fell out. He read the note. You got your reckoning. That’s out of character for Bret, he thought.
When he stuck the penny in the old machine, the light on the inside came on, revealing a ghastly sight. Richard’s head was revealed behind the glass. The skin on his face had been cut from his chin up to his forehead, over to top of his head and down the back. The two halves were being pulled apart by fishhooks, revealing his skull. The top of his skull was missing, exposing his brain. There were two electrodes with wiring sticking out of his brain, and they were arcing like a Jacob’s Ladder. Each time the arc started over, Richard would moan and his eyes would bulge out.
Bill was bewildered as he looked at the gruesome sight. He couldn’t fathom how he could be alive. He opened the bottom of the cabinet, discovering that Richard’s arms and legs were missing, and his torso was suspended from chains. There was a bucket under him to catch his waste, and several IV bags hanging next to him appeared to be feeding him nutrients.
He closed the door, and then tapped on the glass. “Can you hear me?”
Richard’s eyes started moving around. “Oh my God! Please help me!”
Bill smiled. He rejoiced in the knowledge that Richard was coherent. “Don’t worry. I’m going to do everything in my power to help you.”
“Thank God! Please get me out of here! I’m in excruciating pain! And I can’t stand the isolation! It’s unbearable!”
“Like I said, I’m going to do everything in my power to help you. Help you live for many, many years… Right where you are.”
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