Brutality

Book seven in the A Glimpse into Hell series.

Written by,

Wade H. Garrett

Copyright © 2023 by Wade H. Garrett.  No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form by any means without prior written permission of the copyright holder.

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WARNING!

Contains GRAPHIC CONTENT, ADULT LANGUAGE

& POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS,

and may be disturbing to sensitive readers.

This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental.

For:

all the victims left without justice.

Front cover illustration by, Wade H. Garrett

Edited by:

Richard Eckert

Proofread by:

Amanda Pickett

Anne Egan

Jacob Mark Henry

John Nicklin

JR Coker

Kesha Teach

Missy Mayhem

Ozy Von Schrecken

Robyn Mattern

Shan Saw

Tommy Chennington

Tong Chen

Travis Armstrong

Will Davis

Summary:

This is the seventh installment in the A Glimpse into Hell series.  In this story, Seth punishes sexual predators, rapists, and sex traffickers in the most horrific way possible.  And the entire gang is back, including Missy, Kenneth, Wyatt, Kyle, and even Barry.  Brutality is packed with dark humor, sadistic torture, and nonstop acts of carnage.

WARNING:  This book is extreme and contains filthy, grotesque, and brutal torture scenes.  It contains GRAPHIC CONTENT, ADULT LANGUAGE & POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS, may be disturbing to sensitive readers, and should only be read by the seasoned extreme-horror reader.

A brief comment from the author:

My subject matter and humor are not for everyone, especially criminals (particularly molesters and rapists), people that believe criminals have rights, or even people that are sensitive to extreme gore.  I know this will occasionally cost me a low rating and BS review, even though I have posted numerous warnings.  In addition, I welcome advice from my readers.  I write because of you, so I listen to criticism and praise.  I’ve tried to create the best quality read possible, but unfortunately, most of us indie authors don't have the means to hire an expensive editing agency like the mainstream authors/ publishers use, and some of us rely on friends, family, fans, and individuals that charge a reasonable fee.  I can read a sentence containing a mistake ten times, and my brain plugs in the correct word, even if it’s missing, so I’m useless as a proofreader.  Even though I used editing software and numerous people have edited/ proofread it, some errors may remain.  If anyone wants to proofread/ edit my book(s), please email me.

If you like Brutality, please leave a review.  The more positive reviews, the higher it is on Amazon’s search list, resulting in more people finding it.  I truly appreciate the positive reviews, comments, and support that I have been receiving, and that is the reason I wrote this book, the seventh one in this series, and will continue writing as long as there are people who appreciate my work.

If you have any questions, comments, or advice, please feel free to contact me at wade.garrett.777@gmail.com.

Best wishes,

Wade H. Garrett

Minor-Attracted People

In Jacksonville, Florida, Randy Moore slouched in a chair in a waiting room while displaying a look of aggravation.  Just released from prison for child molestation, this was his first visit to the probation office.  Wearing gray sweatpants, a white tank top, and sandals, Randy was thirty-four years old, around six-feet tall with a chubby physique, sported red hair fashioned into dreadlocks, freckles riddled his pale skin, and a red mustache topped off his already peculiar appearance.  As he exuded a sex-offender vibe, he surfed the internet for child porn on his cellphone as he waited to see his parole officer.

At the age of twenty-three, Randy began molesting his ten-year old niece.  Two years later he impregnated her, followed by an investigation, then his arrest.  A DNA test proved Randy was the father and he was found guilty of child molestation.  After serving nine years out of a fifteen-year sentence, he was released early for good behavior.

A few minutes later, a woman called out his name.  “Randy Moore!”

He quickly shoved his phone in his pocket.  “Yeah!”

“Mr. Barnett will see you now.”

Randy swaggered into a small office and plopped in a chair.  “When do you want me to piss in a cup?”

Sitting at a desk, Andrew Barnett, an older man with a bald head and thick mustache, opened a folder and began reviewing some documents.  “Just sit there and be quiet.”

“I’ve been holdin’ my piss all mornin’ and need to take a leak.”

“You can relieve yourself when we’re done.”

“I’ve got to go really bad.  And I mean bad.”

Aggravated, Andrew pointed toward the door.  “There’s a restroom around the corner.”

Randy quickly left the room.  When he came back, he slouched in his chair while displaying a look of aggravation.  “If I’m not required to take a drug test, I’m not going to hold my piss anymore.”

“Since this is your first visit, I need to go over the conditions of your probation.  Before we start, I would like to record this conversation to ensure your rights are protected.  Do you consent to being recorded?”

“That’s fine.”

Andrew sat a plastic container on his desk.  “Item number one; random drug testing will be performed.  You’ll need to leave a sample before you leave.”

Randy’s eyes narrowed.  “Why didn’t you tell me that before I took a piss?”

Andrew slid a checklist over to him.  “Item number two; you cannot have any contact with the victim, or the child you fathered.”

“I’m sure you hear it all the time, but I was falsely accused of that.  And that kid isn’t mine.”

“I’m not here to debate your innocence or guilt.”  Andrew glanced at Randy’s file for a moment.  “A DNA test did confirm the child is yours.”

“I don’t know how that’s possible.  I’m not a child molester.  Maybe she got my jizz off the toilet seat or somethin’.”

Being a probation officer for almost three decades, Andrew dealt with a lot of scumbags and lowlifes who claimed they were innocent, but Randy’s jizz off the toilet seat comment was a first.  “It doesn’t work that way, son.  And I’ve already told you, I’m not here to debate your innocence or guilt.”  He pointed at his own copy of the checklist.  “Item three; you’ll have a mandatory curfew between 10 PM and 6 AM.”

“I can do that, I guess.”

“You guess?  If you violate any of the conditions of your parole, your probation can be revoked, and you’ll go back to prison and serve out the remainder of your sentence.”

“Naw, dude.  I got this.”

“It’s Mr. Barnett, not dude.”

“Sorry, man.  No disrespect intended.”

Andrew possessed a no-nonsense demeanor, and he didn’t have much patience for sex offenders.  “Item four; you cannot live within one-thousand feet of a park, playground, school or day care.”

“I don’t.”

“Item five; you will need to register as a sex offender.”

“I want to talk to you about that.  I don’t identify as a sex offender, child molester or predator, and frankly, I find those labels offensive.”

“Really?  So, what would you consider yourself?”

“A MAP.”

“What the hell is that?”

Randy handed Andrew a pamphlet.  The front page displayed a flag with pastel colors of blue, red, yellow, purple, and pink; colors usually reserved for babies.  Across the center of the flag was written, Minor-Attracted People and Their Pursuit of Dignity.  When he flipped open the pamphlet, he scanned the message, Minor-Attracted People (MAPs) are individuals whose sexual and romantic preferences often draw them to underage people.  Minor-attraction is an orientation, and it is not chosen by the individual and usually reveals itself during puberty.  We are all born with a predetermined sexual preference, meaning, MAPs didn’t choose their sexual preference no more than others get to choose their sexual preference and they shouldn’t be judged for it.

MAPs are often misunderstood and are victims of misinformation and discrimination.  It’s often believed that they are dangerous, untrustworthy, and less human than everyone else.  Many people are frightened by MAPs, including trained counselors, and they are often ostracized for their urges.  A majority of MAPs lead lives of isolation due to prejudice, resulting in mental health challenges, such as depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts.  MAPs are people too, and their pursuit for dignity shouldn’t be disregarded.  When Andrew finished reading the pamphlet, he nonchalantly tossed it in a trashcan and picked up where he left off.  “Item six; you may not volunteer….”

An angered expression formed on Randy’s face.  “Hold up, man!  That was my personal property you threw away.  And I was tryin’ to talk to you about that.”

“Don’t interrupt me again.”

“Okay.  But you didn’t even comprehend what I was tryin’ to get across to you.”

“I got it.  Now sit there and be quiet.”  Andrew continued.  “Item six; you may not volunteer, or work for pay, at any place where children gather, including daycares, schools, parks, playgrounds, libraries, zoos, pet stores, theme parks, and malls.  Item seven; you may not obtain or use a P.O. box without my approval.  Item eight; you will be subject to a polygraph test at least once a year.  Item nine; you may not view, own, or possess any pornographic or sexually stimulating material, including digital and physical media.”

“What about Penthouse magazine?  I already have a subscription.”

“Item ten; you must keep a driving log, and you’re not allowed to operate a motor vehicle alone without my approval.”

“I don’t have a car, so no problem there.”

“Item eleven; you cannot participate in any Halloween activities where children will be present.  On Halloween, you must post a sign at your residence that states ‘no candy’, all exterior light must remain off, and you cannot display any Halloween decorations.”

“But I live in an apartment complex.  I can’t control what my neighbors do.”

“Item twelve; you will need to successfully complete a sex offender treatment program.”

“Wow!  That’s ridiculous.”

“Last, but not least.”  Andrew strolled over to a closet and pulled out a large sign that incorporated red letters plastered across a bright-yellow background, then leaned it against his desk.  “You will need to display this at your place of residence at all times.”

Randy’s eyes opened wide as he glared at the four-foot wide by three-foot tall sign that read, WARNING! Randy Paul Moore is a Convicted Sexual Predator.  “Are you fuckin’ jokin’!?!”

“If it was a joke, would it be funny?”

Randy could sense Andrew took delight in his humiliation.  “You can’t expect me to do that.  It’s embarrassing as shit.”

“Displaying the sign outside of your residence is part of your probation.  If you fail to meet any of these conditions, your probation can be revoked, and you’ll go back to prison and serve out the remainder of your sentence.”

“You’ve already made that clear.  And why is it so damn big?”

“To ensure everyone will see it.”

“Naw, man.  That shit violates my rights.”

“How do you figure that?”

“It just does.”

Andrew slid his copy of the checklist to Randy.  “Sign that.”

“Why?”

“So, I’ll have proof you were informed of these conditions.”

Randy quickly scribbled his signature on the document.  “You know, I’m a person too.  This isn’t fair.”

“What you did to that young lady wasn’t fair either.”

“I already told you I was falsely accused of that.”

“If you were falsely accused, I find it kind of odd that you would be carrying around a molester handout that promotes child molestation.”

“It’s not a molester handout.  If you took the time to read it, you’d know that.”

“Oh, I got the message.”

“I don’t think you did.  And I don’t appreciate how you’re treating me.  I have rights like everyone else.”

“Send a complaint to the molester protector.”

“Wow!  Someone needs to knock you off your pedestal.”

Andrew began writing in his folder.

“What are you writing down?”

“I’m keeping track of your threats and lack of cooperation.”

“That will be my word against yours, dude.”

Andrew nodded toward a wall-mounted camera.  “This conversation is being recorded.”

Randy’s eyes narrowed as he studied the camera.  “Hold up, man!  It’s illegal to record someone in Florida.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.  I know my rights.”

“Florida does have stricter privacy laws compared to other states, and usually prohibits the recording of private conversations.”

“I told you I know my rights, and not only are you gonna lose your job for this, but I’m also gonna sue your ass.”

“But Florida does allow recording when all parties consent.”

“I didn’t consent to shit.”

“Before we started, I told you I would like to record this conversation to ensure your rights are protected.  I also asked if you consented, and you said that’s fine.”

“No, I didn’t.”

Andrew held up a remote control.  “Do you want me to play back the recording?”  He nodded toward a large flatscreen TV mounted on the wall.  “I can play it back on that eighty-five-inch screen if you like.”

Knowing he did consent, he gritted his teeth as he grumbled, “Naw, man.  I’m good.”

“That’s what I thought.”  Andrew jotted a few things down on a piece of paper, then handed it to Randy.  “I’ve added some additional conditions to your probation.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Sure, I can.  It’s at my discretion.  And because of the behavior you demonstrated here, you’ll be required to complete an anger management course.”

“Seriously?”

“And you need to undergo a psychological health assessment.”

“Why?”

“Because you might be suicidal.”

“Why in the hell would you think that?”

Andrew retrieved the pamphlet from the trash and stuck it in Randy’s file.  “Your molester handout states child molesters face mental health challenges, including suicidal thoughts.”

“Stop calling it a molester handout.  And I’m not suicidal.  It’s just a brochure I printed from the internet.”

“You’re also going to be GPS monitored.”

“I know you’re not sayin’ I have to wear one of those ankle bracelets.”

“And I’m giving you a hundred hours of community service.”

“You’re just doin’ all this because I’m not bowing down to you.”

“This meeting is concluded.  And before you leave, drop your urine sample off at the reception desk.”  As Randy walked toward the door, Andrew added, “And make sure you pay your probation fee.”

“Probation fee?  How much is that?”

“Fifty dollars.”

“I only have twenty bucks, and I need that for my ride home.”

“Nonpayment will result in a violation of your probation.”

“What am I supposed to do?  I told you I only have twenty bucks.”

“That’s not my problem.  And speaking of being broke, you’ll be required to obtain employment.”

“I’ve been trying to find a job, but no one is hiring.”

“Bullshit.  I see help-wanted signs everywhere.”

“Like where?”

“There’s plenty of construction work around town.”

“I ain’t doing that hard labor shit.”

“All the fast-food joints are hiring.”

“I’m not flippin’ patties at McFuckers.”

“Most of the local factories are hiring.”

“Naw, man.  That would be boring, and I ain’t doin’ shift work.”

“Well, laziness is no excuse, so you better have proof of employment at our next meeting.”

“I didn’t want to mention this, but I filed for disability, and if I get a job, they will deny my benefits.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You’re a typical lazy scumbag looking for free handouts.”

“You can’t insult me like that.”  Randy glanced at the camera, then grinned.  “I got your ass now.  That comment is gonna cost you your job.”

“I turned the camera off when I said this meeting was concluded.”

“You sure are a sneaky fucker.  I’m gonna talk to the judge about this.”

“Good.  And make sure you print out another molester brochure for him.  He’ll get a kick out of it too.”

Boiling with anger, Randy stormed out of the office without paying his probation fee or leaving a urine sample.  Once outside, he opened an Uber app on his phone and requested a ride.  As he lingered around on a busy sidewalk, a young secretary came out of the probation office with his yard sign.  “Mr. Barnett said you forgot your sign.”

A wave of humiliation came over him as he gawked at the woman as she struggled to hold the large sign in the wind.  “That’s not mine.”

“Mr. Barnett said if you don’t take it, he’ll have a warrant put out for your arrest.”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?”

“That’s what he said.  Can you please take it before it blows out of my hands?”

Consumed with anger, he snagged the sign.  “Just give me the damn thing.”  When she walked away, he tried to face the writing toward his body so others couldn’t see it, but to his dismay, he found it was printed on both sides.  He tried to fold it, but discovered the sign was made of laminated aluminum.  As he stood on the crowded sidewalk waiting for his Uber, people were laughing and making snide remarks as they walked past him, and some were even taking pictures of him with his sign.  “Hey!  Y’all can’t be takin’ fuckin’ pictures of me.  That’s an invasion of my privacy!”

A few minutes later, his Uber showed up, but when the driver spotted the sign, the car quickly sped away.  Frustration swept over Randy as he requested another ride.  To his annoyance, the next driver did the same thing, and as the vehicle sped away, a woman yelled out of the window, “Fuck you, pervert!”

On his third attempt for a ride, the vehicle didn’t take off.  Relief washed over him as he climbed into the back of a Nissan Cube.  With the sign taking up a large portion of the rear seat, humiliation engulfed Randy.  “My friends made this sign as a joke, and they bet me a hundred bucks that I wouldn’t take an Uber with it.”

The driver glanced into the rearview mirror as he drove down the street.  “It’s all good, man.  I’m in the same boat you’re in.  And I take it Andrew is your probation officer.”

Randy noticed the man looked like a hipster with his slick-back haircut and thick beard.  “How do you know Andrew?”

“Because he’s my P.O. too.  And those signs are his M.O.”

“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ embarrassing, especially when I didn’t do anything.  Someone saw me pissin’ behind a dumpster, and now I’m considered a sex offender.”

“Same shit happened to me.  I got drunk at a party and some lady said she saw my dick when I was pissin’ on a tree.  Our laws in this country are really fucked up.”

“I agree, man.  Decent folks like us get fucked all the time.”

Twenty minutes later, the driver pulled into a Section 8 apartment complex located in the Lavilla District.  “You take care, bro.  And don’t let Andrew’s bullshit get you down.”

“I won’t.  And I’m glad I ran across you.  It’s good to meet like-minded people.”

“I’m Mack by the way.”

“I’m Randy.”

He handed Randy his business card.  “Hit me up the next time you need a ride.”

“Will do, man.”

Madam Scatophilia

“Get your fat ass out of bed.”

Startled awake, Lindsay, a 550-pound woman in her late twenties, lifted her head from her pillow and discerned a shadowy figure positioned at the foot of her bed.  Thinking it was her boyfriend, she grumbled, “What the fuck, Zac!?!  It’s two in the mornin’!  And why did you call me fat?”

“I said get your fat ass out of bed, bitch.”

Not recognizing the intruder’s voice, panic overcame her.  “Who in the fuck are you!?!  And why are you in my fuckin’ house!?!” 

Seizing her leg, the man forcefully thrust a needle into her ankle. She instinctively attempted to yank her foot away, the sharp pang eliciting an urgent shriek, “What the hell are you….”  Her vision faded to black.

Lindsay snapped awake, her head throbbing and vision blurred.  A wave of terror engulfed her as she realized she was naked and lying on the floor of her travel trailer.  Positioned on her back, she attempted to move her arms, but quickly discovered nails bound her hands to the floor.  Her horror deepened when she observed her legs being pulled into the spread-eagle position by ropes running between her knees and neck.  As her vision improved, she noticed her boyfriend sitting on the couch, his expression filled with apprehension.  In her desperate attempt to yell out, she discovered that sutures tightly sealed her lips together.  Simultaneously, she struggled to close her eyes, only to find that something bound them firmly to her forehead.

Zac Perry, a small and slender man in his early fifties, stood five-feet four-inches tall with a weight of around 115 pounds.  Being into rockabilly and a wannabe greaser, Zac sported a pompadour hairstyle, wore twill trousers with cuffed pantlegs, black combat boots, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, the same clothes he fell asleep in after passing out drunk on the couch the previous evening.  A thin, black mustache sat perched above his top lip, pockmarks covered his bony cheeks, and thick eyebrows sat over his dark eyes.

Lindsay and Zac were definitely an odd couple, and a perfect example of opposites attract.  Three years ago, they met online through Lindsay’s FansX page, a subscription-based social media platform.  Being an unemployed felon and leech, Zac began shacking up with her in her 1976 travel trailer located in a rundown mobile home park on the outskirts of Tarrant, Alabama.

Morbidly obese and a typical freeloading scumbag, Lindsay received disability benefits, Section 8 housing, and food stamps.  Tattoos covered her fingers, hands, arms, and neck, and written in cursive script, the word BITCH draped above her left eyebrow.  Piercings lined her right eyebrow, ran around the edge of her ears, dangled from her nose, bottom lip, and chin.  She sported long black hair, wore dark eyeshadow, and bright-red lipstick.

Seth, dressed in beige combat pants and a black t-shirt, came sauntering into the living room.  He set a laptop on the coffee table, then plopped down next to Zac on the couch.  “What’s your password, Fonzie?”

With his hands tied behind his back, Zac trembled with fear as he gazed downward.  “Why are you doing this?”

Seth typed, why are you doing this, into the computer, then hit enter.  “That’s not it, asshole.”

“I know.”  Casting a glance at Lindsay, he observed the crude manner in which she had been restrained to the floor, then his eyes traveled to the stitches holding her mouth tightly closed and her eyes wide open.  “I was just asking, why are you doing this to us?”

“We’ll get to that in a moment, but first, I wanna see what kind of sick shit you two have been up to, so I need the password to your computer.”

Thinking Seth was merely a deranged fan, he muttered, “I have a USB drive with all of our videos.  I’ll give it to you if you will let us go.”

Seth removed a large knife from his waistband and sat it on the coffee table.  “I’m not asking again.  And if you don’t cooperate, I’m gonna start jabbin’ holes in you.”

“Okay, man.  No need for that.  It’s Lindsay’s hashtag.”

“Like I’m supposed to know that shit.”

“You know, bbwqueenbitch666.”

With her mouth stitched closed, Lindsay eyed Seth with a hateful expression as she growled out muffled threats.

Ignoring her outburst, Seth typed the hashtag into the computer.  “Excellent.  Now let’s see what kind of depraved shit y’all have on here.”  He opened a folder labeled FansX Videos.  “Damn!  You two have been busy.”  He scrolled through the list, selecting one that was labeled Five Gallon Shit.  “Let’s see what this one is about.”

Lindsay, also known as Madam Scatophilia, performed acts of coprophilia, a paraphilia involving sexual pleasure from feces, for her fans.  When the video started, it showed Lindsay, butt naked, sitting on top of a 5-gallon bucket while eating a slice of pizza.  Seth frowned when he detected the sound of flatulence.  “What the fuck, dude?  Is she takin’ a dump?”

Zac kept his head down while remaining quiet.

“People actually pay to watch this shit?”  He chuckled.  “No pun intended.”  Obviously, Seth already knew the depths of depravity humankind could sink to.  He also checked out Lindsay’s page when he first investigated her and knew what kind of videos they made.

Zac didn’t respond as he continued gazing downwards.

“I asked you a question, Fonzie.”

“Stop calling me Fonzie.”

“Then you shouldn’t dress like him.”

“It’s called rockabilly.”

“And what did I say would happen if you didn’t cooperate?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

Seth snagged the knife from the coffee table and jabbed it into Zac’s thigh, leaving it in place.

Zac snapped out of his daze as he belted out a bloodcurdling scream.  “Oh, my God!  Why in the fuck did you do that!?!”

“Answer my question before I stab you again.”

“Yeah, man!  People pay to watch!”  He grimaced as he gazed at the handle of the knife protruding from his thigh.  “Please get this out of my leg!”

“It’s fine where it’s at.”  Seth turned back to the laptop.  “Let’s see what other sick shit y’all have on here.”  He selected a video labeled Pooper Scooper.  Seth shook his head as he observed a man wearing a black, full-body latex suit and WW2 style gasmask standing behind Lindsay, wielding a lacrosse stick.  “Is that fuckin’ you?”

“Maybe.”

Seth reached over and turned the handle of the knife.

“Yeah, it’s me!  Please stop twisting it!”

“Then fuckin’ speak up when I ask you a question.”  Seth glanced back at the video, then frowned as Zac caught a large turd in the net as Lindsay squatted on the floor.  “You two are some sick motherfuckers.”  To Seth’s revulsion, Zac grabbed a handful of feces from the net and began rubbing it all over Lindsay’s nude body.  “Really, dude?  This is the kind of sick shit you fuckers have been doin’?”

“It’s not what you think.”

“You’re rubbing her fat ass down with shit.  What else am I supposed to think?”

“It’s only for show.  You know, for her fans.”

“They’re just as fucked up as y’all are.”  Seth clicked out of the video and began reading some of the other titles out loud.  “Cleveland Steamer, Dirty Sanchez, Hot Karl, The Alabama Hot pocket, Chicago Sunroof, The Kentucky Klondike Bar, Alaskan Pipeline.”  Seth glanced at Zac.  “I know what most of this shit is, but what is the Alaskan Pipeline?”

“It’s where you freeze, you know, a turd.”

“And what the fuck do y’all do with that?”

“It’s inside a rubber.”

“And?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You use it like a dildo.”

“Of, course you do.”  Seth continued reading the list.  “Dirty Thunderstorm, Panamanian Petting Zoo, Whale Tails 4 Sale.”  He paused as he regarded Zac.  “What the fuck is a whale tail?”

“Uh, her panties.”

“She refers to them as fuckin’ whale tails?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s weird.  And y’all sell them?”

“I guess.”

“You guess?  Either you fuckin’ do or you don’t.”

“Yes, we sell them.”

“Seriously?  People actually buy that shit?”

“Sometimes.”

Seth continued reading the list.  “Blumpkin, Rusty Trombone, Scat Baby.”  He glanced back at Zac.  “What the fuck is a Scat Baby?”

“Uh, that’s just the name for a small shit, you know, little nuggets.”

Detecting Zac wasn’t being truthful, Seth clicked on the video.  “Oh.  So, this one shouldn’t be that bad.”

A troubled expression came over him.  “You don’t want to watch that one.  It’s kind of stupid.”

When the clip started, it showed Lindsay laying on her back inside a baby crib wearing a diaper.  Her huge obese body completely filled the inside of the crib as her fat squeezed out between the slats.  Her enormous ass was smashed against one end with her legs sticking straight up, knees bent over the top, and her head cocked forward at the other end.  “How in the hell did you get her big ass in there?”

“I took the side off.  But this video isn’t that good.  Try one of the other ones.”

“Naw, this one looks interesting.”  Seth shook his head as he watched Zac, wearing a red Teletubby costume, change her diaper as it overflowed with shit.  “I don’t see any nuggets, as you put it.”

“I got confused.  That must be in another video.”

After Zac flipped over the diaper, he began rubbing it across Lindsay’s large tits, coating them in a layer of feces.  “Why in the fuck are you doin’ that?”

Zac lowered his head in shame.  “Man, it’s all a show, you know, for her fans.”

“You already said that.”

“You can turn if off now.”

“There’s twenty minutes left.”

“There’s nothing to see.  I just keep doing that to her, you know, rubbing her with the diaper.”

“We’ll see.”  After Zac smashed the diaper into her face, leaving a thick layer of feces across her features, and similar to shoving a cream pie in someone’s face known as pieing, Lindsay began licking the shit from around her lips.  “You nasty fuckers.  What the hell is wrong with you two?”

“Please turn it off.”

“That’s not happening.”  Seth continued watching as Zac grabbed something from a table and approached the end of the crib where Lindsay’s large ass was smashed up against the rails.  After squatting down, he began slapping her pussy with the item.  Seth moved closer to the screen to get a better look.  “What the fuck are you using on her?”

“Just a dildo.”

His eyes narrowed when he noticed the object appeared to be made of plastic and incorporated a tiny hand.  “Is that a damn arm from a baby doll?”

Ashamed, he kept his head down as he mumbled.  “Maybe.”

“I see now why you wanted me to turn it off, you fuckin’ weirdo.”  After Zac whacked her pussy with the arm twenty to thirty times, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his penis and commended to running the plastic hand up and down his shaft.  “I’m not even gonna respond to that.”  When Zac’s penis became fully erect, he rammed the arm, hand first, into Lindsay’s cunt and began stroking her.  “Of course, you’re gonna fuck her with it.”  Seth shook his head when Zac shoved his crotch against the crib and began fucking her in the ass through the slats as he stroked her pussy with the arm.  “You filthy bastard.  The bitch is covered in shit.”

He remained silent, keeping his head lowered in shame.

As the video continued playing, Zac’s voice echoed out, “Damn, girl!  You’re fillin’ my bladder with farts.”  Seth glanced back at him and frowned.  “What the hell did you just say?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re gonna tell me what that means.  I’ve been around some sick bastards before, but I never heard of someone having their bladder filled up with farts.”

“It was just a joke.”

“Bullshit.  There’s more to it than that, and you better tell me.”

“Sometimes she tries to push me out… you know, when I’m inside her, and I get air inside my penis.”

“You two are a special kind of perverted.”  Seth started to click out of the video when he heard Zac exclaim, “Oh, hell yeah!  I’m all up in this sewer pipe.  Roddin’ this motherfucker out good.  Damn, girl!  Gimme those sewer gases.”  Disgusted, Seth shook his head.  “I’m not even going to ask.”  He clicked out of the video and selected the one labeled Whale Tails 4 Sale.  “Let’s check out these whale tails y’all been sellin’.”  When the video began, Lindsay, wearing only white underwear, bent over in front of the camera, then brown liquid formed in the center of her ass, staining the material, as the sound of flatulence reverberated in the speakers.  Then to Seth’s disgust, Lindsay began twerking, forcing the liquid shit to spread out across her entire ass end.  “You nasty motherfuckers.  I’ve come across some sick fucks before, but you two are a special kind of retarded.”  After Seth scanned the remaining videos, he glanced at Zac.  “Where’s the Baby Blue video?”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Sure, you do.”

With Seth inquiring about the missing video, it dawned on Zac that he wasn’t simply an obsessed fan pursuing Lindsay for his own perverse desires, but rather someone with much darker intentions.  “Who are you?  And what do you want from us?”

Seth remained silent as he began pulling items out of a large duffle bag and laying them on the coffee table.  As Zac examined the objects, including a clothes hanger, ice pick, baseball bat, bleach, and a bottle of Drano, he swiftly recognized their significance.  “Why are you showing me this stuff?”

“You already know the answer to that.”

Eleven months ago, Lindsay sought medical attention at the hospital due to experiencing unusual muscle spasms in her abdomen.  To her astonishment, she discovered that she was eight months pregnant, and the twitching sensation was a result of her baby kicking.  Surprised by the news, Lindsay and Zac were both taken aback, as Lindsay had been unaware of her pregnancy due to her weight of 550 pounds.  Not wanting kids, they pleaded with the doctor to terminate the pregnancy.  However, they soon discovered that late-term abortions in the third trimester were prohibited in Alabama unless the mother’s health was in danger, so the couple decided on self-terminating the pregnancy, all the while documenting the process for Lindsay’s fans.

Following their research on different methods, they initially attempted a mixture of bleach, vitamin C, pennyroyal, and aspirin.  When this approach proved ineffective, they decided to pierce Lindsay’s belly with an ice pick.  They did manage to stab the baby a couple of times, bursting the amniotic sac in the process, but the excruciating pain proved unbearable for Lindsay to endure and they quickly abandoned the idea.  Undeterred, they then considered the clothes hanger method.  However, they quickly realized that it would be equally agonizing.  Next, using a turkey baster, they filled her vagina with Drano.  That too deemed too painful as the drain cleaner burned her insides, resulting in them using a garden hose to flush her out.  In their desperate quest, they finally resorted to the use of a baseball bat.  As the camera recorded the event, Zac wacked Lindsay in the stomach several times as she lay on the couch.  To their surprise, the devastating impacts triggered labor.  An hour later, Lindsay gave birth while sitting on the toilet.  As Zac held the camera, spectators watched in disbelief as the child, still head down in the toilet, kicked its legs as it fought to catch a breath of air.  Lindsay severed the umbilical cord with a knife, and after waiting for the child to stop kicking, she pulled the lifeless baby boy from the toilet bowl.  With the baby exhibiting a blue skin tone, the couple referred to him as Baby Blue as they pranced around in front of the camera with their deceased infant like two hunters showing off their kill.

Two days later after uploading the video, law enforcement took the couple into custody, arresting them on charges of murder.  The subsequent trial evolved into a media circus, captivating audiences from all corners of the globe.  The couple’s defense argued that the act could not be classified as murder.  They contended that it was merely a case of self-induced abortion, emphasizing that since the fetus had never taken a breath, it did not possess the legal status of a living being.  During the trial, the prosecution, also backed by the medical examiner, claimed the child had been sodomized, but the defense maintained their stance that the fetus was not a living being and the charges for child rape could not be upheld.  Following extensive deliberation, the jury reached an impasse and failed to reach a verdict, leading to a mistrial.  Subsequently, the court made the decision not to pursue a retrial of the case.

As Zac’s gaze fixated on the items spread across the table, a feeling of doom washed over him.  “What are you planning on doing with that stuff?”

“We’re gonna give Lindsay an abortion.”

“But she’s not pregnant.”

“Not yet.”

Thinking Seth was planning on having sex with her, he grumbled, “You’re not gonna touch her.”

“First off, you’re in no position to tell me what I can and can’t do.  Secondly, I wouldn’t fuck that nasty bitch with your dick.”

“Why are you doing this to us?  I don’t even know who you are.”

“Sure, you do.”

A mixture of apprehension and dread enveloped Zac as he instinctively knew that the man seated beside him was the notorious vigilante known as the Angel of Death.  Yet, the fear of verifying this suspicion gnawed at him, for he feared that seeking confirmation would inevitably seal his own fate.  “No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.  I can see it written across your face.”

“If it’s about the fetus thing, we were found not guilty of any wrongdoing.”

“That’s not exactly true.  The jury couldn’t come to an agreement, and the judge chose not to retry the case because of political pressure.”

“But the fetus never took a breath, so it wasn’t murder.  And women have the right to protect their health.”

“You’re just repeating the shit your attorneys said.  And I’m not here to debate women’s rights, or the morality of abortion.  Legally, you might have gotten away with it, but most people, regardless of their stance on abortion, would agree you two fuckers crossed the line.”

“That’s not true.”

“How many followers do you still have on your pervert page?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“I don’t know.  I haven’t looked.”

“Bullshit.  If you don’t tell me…”  Seth jerked the knife from Zac’s leg.  “I’m gonna start removing body parts, startin’ with your dick.”

“Uh, I don’t know, like twenty-three hundred I think.”

Seth opened the laptop and started to log in.  “That seems a little high.”

“Hold up, man.  It’s more like twenty-three.”

“Twenty-three and twenty-three hundred is a big difference.”

“I don’t know why I said that.  It was a slip of the tongue.”

“How many followers did you have before you drowned your child in the toilet?”

He lowered his head.  “Three hundred and eighty thousand.”

“So, do you still think that most people condoned your actions?”

“I guess not.”

“And which one of you sickos fucked the baby off camera?”

Caught off guard, Zac’s eyes widened as his face reddened with humiliation.  “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.  We didn’t do that.”

“Someone did, and since you’re the only one sporting a dick, I would presume it was you.”

“I would never do something like that.”

Seth pulled a document from the bag.  “You sure about that, Fonzie?”

Zac noticed the page contained his criminal record.  “Hold up, man.  I was falsely accused of that.”

“Three times?”

“Yeah.”

“Your record states you molested your eight-year-old son, fondled your sister’s kid, and child porn was found on your computer.”

“Like I said, I was falsely accused of that.”  Living within a mobile home park, Zac knew someone was always walking around at all hours of the night.   Casting a wary gaze toward the door, he recognized that reaching the exterior would grant him the opportunity to call out for help.  While his legs remained unrestricted, his hands were firmly bound behind his back, presenting a conundrum as to how he could manipulate the doorknob.

Seth began removing items from the bag and placing them on the coffee table.  “I know what you’re thinking.  There’s nowhere to run, and no one will hear you screaming.”

A wave of horror swept over Zac as he observed a small oxygen and acetylene set, limb saw, scalpels, sewing kit, I.V. bags, hoses, syringes, vials filled with different colored fluids, and other random medical supplies.  “Come on, dude.  You got me pegged wrong.  I didn’t touch the fetus.  I swear to God.”

“Stop referring to your child as a fetus, asshole.”  Seth pulled a large battery-operated pair of shears from the bag and held them up.  “Check out this bad motherfucker.”  He opened and closed the jaws a few times.  “These are similar to the Jaws of Life used in auto accidents, but I modified them to sever limbs.”

“What, like tree limbs?”

“No, like arms and legs.”

Inundated with a mixture of desperation and terror, Zac sprang from the couch like a spider monkey and dashed for the door.  Despite the constraint of his bound arms, he forcefully thrust his shoulder into the door, shattering the locking mechanism.  To his surprise, the door yielded more easily than he had anticipated.  The sheer momentum sent him hurtling forward through the air, reminiscent of Superman soaring through the sky.  After nose diving into the dirt, he quickly scrambled to his feet and began wailing, “I need help!  We’re being held hostage!”  A wave of confusion came over Zac when he realized he wasn’t in the mobile home park but in the middle of the woods.

Seth approached the door of the RV while smoking a cigarette.  “If you run, I’ll hunt your ass down.  And besides, you don’t want to leave Lindsay behind.”

“Where in the fuck am I?”

“Texas.  I moved your RV while you were out.”

“That’s not possible.  I was only asleep for a few hours, and that would have awoken me.”

“I injected you and that fat bitch with a sedative.  In fact, you fuckers have been asleep for three days.”

Without hesitating, he bolted, and as he disappeared into the darkness, Seth yelled, “What about your girlfriend, you jackass!?!”

Cat’s in the Cradle

Zac struggled to gather his senses as he awoke with a throbbing headache and obscured vision.  “Am I in the hospital?”

“No, dumbass.  You’re back in your shitty trailer.”

“Seth!?!”

“Aw!  So, you do know who I am.”

He tried to move, but his body felt numb.  “What’s wrong with me?  I can’t feel my arms and legs.”

“I shot your ass with a tranquilizer dart after you took off into the woods, but the effects should wear off soon.”

“Something isn’t right.  I feel hot, like my skin is on fire.”

“That’s just your body’s reaction to the clotting agent I injected you with.  I also gave you a hefty dose of adrenaline to keep you awake.”

“Clotting agent?  Did I get injured or somethin’?”

“Not yet.”

With his vision quickly improving, he scoured his surroundings, only to discover Lindsay lying beside him, still firmly constrained in the sadistic and crude fashion.  Beside her head stood a coatrack adorned with numerous I.V. bags suspended from its hooks.  These bags held various colored fluids, including red, green, and clear solutions.  Plastic tubing extended from each bag, leading down to multiple catheters inserted into her neck.

When he sat up, he ascertained his nudity, then he found a chain secured to his waist, the other end tethered to an anchor in the floor between Lindsay’s legs.  “Why am I naked?”  He jerked on the chain.  “And why am I tied up?”  Then he noticed a heavy object resting on his shoulders, compelling his hands to instinctively examine a thick, metal collar encircling his neck.  “What the hell is this around my neck?” 

Seth ignored him as he connected his cell phone to a home stereo system via Bluetooth.  “Have you ever heard the song, Cat’s in the Cradle by Harry Chapin?”

“I asked you a question.”

“And I asked you a question.  Do you know the song?”

“Yeah.  Now will you please tell me why I’m tied up?  And what the fuck is this around my neck?”

“There’s a phrase in that song that reminds me of you fuckers.  Can you guess which one it is?”

“I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Little boy blue and the man in the moon.  Little boy blue reminds me of the child you two murdered.”  Seth motioned toward Lindsay’s large, white ass.  “And you’re gonna be the man in the moon.”

As his vision sharpened, he discerned his video camera stood atop a tripod while his laptop illuminated a live feed streaming to their FansX page.  Between the camera and Seth’s reference to him being the man in the moon, moon being Lindsay’s ass, he now concluded Seth wanted he and Lindsay to have sex while being livestreamed.  “You’re not gonna get away with this, you sick bastard.”  He eyed the camera and shouted, “We’re being held hostage!  Please call the cops!”

Seth’s attention was drawn to a chat icon that appeared on the computer screen with the username alienprobe69.  Driven by curiosity, he clicked on the video chat option.  A person materialized before him, adorned in a vibrant body suit made of an assortment of different colored fabric.  Their face was concealed by pink cloth, featuring openings for the eyes and mouth.  Intrigued, Seth leaned closer to the screen, only to discover that the suit was fashioned out of women’s underwear, intricately sewn together with black thread.  “What the fuck?  Are you supposed to be some kind of superhero?”

Speaking in a deep voice, the man responded, his eyes revealing unmistakable traces of uncertainty. “I hope y’all are just role playin’ or somethin’?”

Seth laughed.  “I got it!  You’re Panty Man!”

“I’m being serious.  I’ll call the cops.”

“You do that, you fuckin’ weirdo.”

“You better not harm Madam Scatophilia or Mr. Sado.”

“Who in the fuck is Mr. Sado?”

“The guy you have chained up.”

“Oh.  You’re talkin’ about Zac Perry from Tarrant, Alabama, age fifty-three.”

Zac’s eyes widened as he sat on his knees.  “Hold up, man!  Don’t tell him who I am!”

“Everyone already knows who you are, dumbass.”  Seth glanced back at the camera.  “And the fat bitch is Lindsay Przybyszewski.  They’re the fuckers who were in the news earlier this year for murdering their baby, but I’m sure you already knew that, perv.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Sure, you don’t.”  Seth lost interest as he regarded Zac while holding up a remote control.  “Speaking of your collar, let me demonstrate how it works, but first, I need you to put these on.”  He casually tossed Zac a pair of steampunk-style goggles.

Zac scrutinized the eyewear, observing they appeared to be homemade, crafted of metal with a Kevlar strap, and incorporated glass lenses.  “What the fuck are these for?”

“To protect your eyes from the flames.”

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?  What flames?”

Upon pressing the button on the remote, flames erupted from the collar, engulfing Zac’s head in an inferno.  Within mere seconds, the intense heat ruthlessly incinerated his mustache and eyebrows as the hair on his head burst into a fireball.  In a state of panic, Zac desperately clutched at the collar, attempting to remove it.  However, the searing flames scorched his fingers, intensifying his agony.  Finally, after a moment of anguish, Seth released the button, abruptly extinguishing the flames.  Zac was left wailing in agony, his skin bright red and covered in blisters, lungs burning from breathing in the hot gases, and the smoldering remnants of his hair filled the room with a foul odor.  When he caught his composure, he sat up and began rubbing his eyes.  “Oh, fuck!  My eyes are burning!”

“That’s why I gave you the goggles, jackass.  And if you don’t want your fuckin’ eyes to get burned out, I would suggest you put ‘em on.”

He raised his hands.  “Hold up, man!  Please don’t do that again!  I’ll do whatever you want!”

Approaching Zac with a sledgehammer in hand, Seth was poised to speak when a voice echoed from the computer, interrupting his thoughts.  “Hey!  I called the cops!”

Seth glanced back at the camera.  “Good for you, Panty Man.  Do ya want a fuckin’ Bucky Beaver Badge?”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It’s an old saying, same as, what do you want, a cookie?”

“This shit ain’t funny, dude.  And the cops are on their way, so you better leave while you still can.”

“Whatever, you creepy fuck.”  Seth turned his focus back to Zac.  “Anything?”

A look of confusion washed over his face.  “What are you talkin’ about?”

“You said you would do whatever I wanted if I didn’t burn you again.”

“I will.  I swear to God.”

“Excellent.”  He sat the sledgehammer on the floor next to Zac.  “First, I need you to break Lindsay’s pelvis with this.”  He tossed a large butcher knife at his feet.  “After that, you’ll cut out her female organs and remove her intestines.” 

Zac’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape in sheer disbelief.  “What?  You can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

“There’s no way I’d do that to Lindsay.  I love her.”

Seth thought for a moment.  “I tell you what.  I’ll make you a one-time offer.  If you take that knife and cut your throat, I’ll let her live.”

“You’re fuckin’ crazy!  I’m not killin’ myself.”

“What if I let you cut off your dick instead.”

“I’m not doing that either.”

“What about a finger?”

“No.  And stop asking me to hurt myself because it’s not going to happen.”

“Then you truly don’t love your gal pal.”

“She’s not my gal pal.  She’s my fiancé.”

“Well, congratulations.”  Seth plopped on the couch, opened a music app on his cell phone, selected a track and clicked the repeat option.  When he pressed play, the home stereo began playing the song, Cat’s in the Cradle.  “You have until the song is over.”

Zac sat in stunned silence, his eyes mirroring a mix of shock and apprehension as he considered Seth’s unthinkable and sadistic request.

“The pain will stop when her guts are in a pile on the floor.”  He held up the remote to the collar.  “And you need to put on the goggles.”

“Come on, man!  Please don’t….”

Seth engulfed his head with flames for a few seconds.  “I said put the damn goggles on, asshole.  You’re gonna need your fuckin’ eyes to cut that bitch apart.”

Amidst the excruciating pain, Zac let out a heart-wrenching cry as he desperately patted the top of his head, smothering the flames consuming what little hair remained.  “Oh, my God!  You’re fuckin’ killin’ me!”

“I’m gonna kill you if you don’t put on those fuckin’ goggles.”

“Come on, man!  Please….”

Seth let flames enshroud his head for a few more seconds.  “I said do it!”

As Zac rolled around on the floor screaming, he wailed, “I’m not gonna do that to her!”

“You hardheaded motherfucker.”  Seth pointed a tranquilizer gun at him and pulled the trigger.

Upon waking, Zac heard the song Cat’s in the Cradle playing in the background, indicating he was still in the RV, and as he gathered his thoughts, he was met with a throbbing pain radiating around his head.  His trembling hands discovered the goggles firmly fastened to his face, and as he attempted to remove them, a sharp pain shot through his skull.  Then his fingers located the strap, but it too wouldn’t budge.  “What the fuck did you do?  They won’t come off.”

Lounging on the couch smoking a cigarette, Seth laughed.  “I nailed the fuckers to your head with furniture tacks.”

His eyes opened wide, filling the inside of the goggles.  “What!?!  You can’t be serious.”

“And that’s not all I did.”  Seth padded the top of a Styrofoam ice chest perched next to him on the couch.  “I also put your package on ice.  If you want it back, then you better do what I ask.”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“I have your twig and berries in here.”

A confused expression came over him as his hands reached for his genitals.  “My twig and….”  He lost his train of thought when he discovered a bandage covering his crotch.  A wave of horror swept over him as his fingers found the dressing lying flat against his skin.  “Oh, fuck!  This can’t be happening!”

“It’ll be fine.  The mortician will sew them back on.”

“Mortician!?!”

Knowing the importance of hope, Seth chuckled as he corrected his comment.  “I mean, the doctors can sew them back on.  But you better not wait too long, because your shit will go rotten pretty damn fast.”

He bowed his head as though conceding defeat, a palpable sense of sadness permeating the gesture.  “Just kill me and get it over with.”

“You don’t have to throw in the towel.  If you do what I ask, you’ll get your man parts back.”

“I don’t give a shit about that.  I’d rather die than hurt her.”

“Well, fuck.  I guess the dick-on-ice-trick isn’t gonna work this time.”  Seth held up the remote.  “So, I’ll just cook your head until you do it.”  He pressed the button.

As Zac rolled around on the floor screaming at the top of his lungs, he desperately fought at the collar, the flames searing the skin on his fingers.  Seth continued to burn his face, neck, and head, and when his skin turned bloody red, he shut off the flames.  “Are you ready to do it?”

Lying on the floor, he groaned in excruciating pain, smoke billowing from his charred flesh.  “I’m not fuckin’ doin’ it, so stop askin’!”

Filled with panic, Lindsay desperately fought at her restraints as she yelled through her stitched lips, conveying her distress.

Seth lit Zac up again, this time burning his head until his skin boiled, the end of his nose and edges of his ears incinerated, and his bottom lip ruptured.  His face now resembled melted pizza, and his hands were extremely swollen, bright red, covered in blisters, and his fingertips were black as coal.  “How about now?”

In an act of defiance, Zac belted out, “Fuck you!”

“Seriously, dude?  You already look like fuckin’ Freddy Krueger.”

“Go to Hell, you demented fuck.”

Seth tossed the remote on the table, knowing Zac wouldn’t survive another round of having his head burned.  “It’s not very often I run across someone who’s this hardheaded, but I have a remedy for that.”  He pulled a weed burner from his bag and approached Zac.  “Your head is toast, pal, but you still have plenty of skin left on your body.”

When Seth lit the weed burner, Zac’s eyes opened wide, completely filling the inside of the goggles.  “Oh, my God!  You can’t do this to me!”

Seth engulfed his body in flames, provoking Zac to violently flop around on the floor while wailing bloodcurdling screams.  When his body became bright red and covered in blisters, he pulled the flame to the side.  “Are you ready to do it?”

Zac stayed silent, only releasing groans from his lips, his body trembling in the grip of agony.

“I asked you a question, dickhead.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it!  Please don’t burn me anymore!”

“Then get to it.”

“Give a second.”

“One Mississippi.”  Seth engulfed him with flames for a few seconds.

“Okay, okay!  I’m doing it!”  He scrambled to his knees and began scrutinizing the floor around himself.  “Where’s the fuckin’ knife?”

“It’s in my pocket, but you can start with the sledgehammer.”

He sat back on his legs as a deadpan expression came over him.  “Please give me the knife.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you cuttin’ your throat.”

“Why do you give a shit?  You didn’t care earlier.”

“Yeah, and I said that was a one-time offer.”

His shoulders dropped as he let out a sigh.  “Then fuck you!”

“You stubborn motherfucker.”  Seth set the weed burner down and retrieved the battery-operated shears.  “I’ll gut the bitch myself, but first, I need to get you ready.”

Zac’s body quivered with fear, his eyes fixed on the ominous tool.  “Hold up, man!  What are you gonna do with those?”

“Hold out one of your arms so I can cut it off.”

“You’re fuckin’ crazy!  I ain’t doin’ that.”

“We can do it the easy way, or hard way.”

“I told you I’m not doing that.”

“Suit yourself.”  Seth opened the jaws on the shears, and as he approached Zac’s left shoulder, a surge of panic compelled him to push the tool away, but his terror intensified as the jaws closed around the center of his forearm.  A bone-chilling scream escaped Zac’s lips, echoing the excruciating torment that befell him.  With chilling ease, the shears cleaved through his flesh and bones, allowing his lower arm to plop to the floor with a resounding thud.  Driven by a sadistic determination, Seth moved the tool to Zac’s elbow, severing the next section of his arm.  He continued the merciless dismemberment, slicing through his bicep, then ultimately chopping his entire arm off at his shoulder, ensuring he aligned the amputation evenly with the side of his torso.  As Seth utilized the oxygen and acetylene torch to cauterize the wound, Zac’s body succumbed to the excruciating pain, eventually slipping into unconsciousness.  Seizing the opportunity of Zac’s subdued state, Seth proceeded to amputate his other arm at the shoulder, then promptly cauterized the fresh wound.

While Zac lay asleep, Seth approached Lindsay with the sledgehammer.  “Are you gonna be as hardheaded as Mr. Sado?”

Lifting her head from the floor, she stared at Seth with terror-stricken eyes while muffled whimpers escaped through her stitched lips.

“Oh.  It’s good to know you’re willing to participate and I can proceed.”

She shook her head as she desperately tried to communicate.

Seth slammed the hammer into her groin, shattering her pelvic girdle.  She wailed a muffled scream as her eyes rolled back into their sockets, then a moment later, she succumbed to the pain and passed out.  As she lay unconscious, Seth cut out a large, gaping hole in her crotch, from the bottom of her anus to the top of her vagina, then pulled out her reproductive organs, followed by her bladder and intestinal tract.

As Seth cauterized her blood vessels with a small butane torch, troubled voices resonated from the laptop’s speakers.  When he glanced back at the screen, he observed a group of individuals donning tactical gear and holding an array of weapons.  They stood behind the man who had previously worn the suit made of women’s undergarments.  The man, now wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, appeared to be in his early sixties, the top of his head was bald, and long, stringy gray hair cascaded down to his shoulders.  A thick, red mustache adorned his chubby face, accompanied by studs lining his left eyebrow, a loop dangled from his lip, and large gauges adorned his earlobes.  Seth frowned as he eyed the man’s appearance.  “Damn, Panty Man, you’re one creepy lookin’ motherfucker.  You just look like you’re beggin’ for it.  And if I found out you’re a child molester or rapist, I’ll be seeing you next.”

The man’s eyes grew huge as saucers.

“Yeah, you didn’t think of that, did you, dumbass?”

One of the men in tactical gear approached the screen.  “You need to cease and desist!”

Seth laughed.  “You need to cease and desist.”

“I’m being serious, sir!  You need to stop what you’re doing right now.”

“I can’t.  I’m trying to get this bitch’s bleeding under control.”

Another officer tapped the man on the shoulder, provoking a conversation off to the side.  A moment later, he came back and regarded Seth.  “I’m Officer Bailey.  What are your demands?  I can get you anything you need.”

“You’re just trying to stall me until you can get a team over to the Sunset Mobile Home Park in Tarrant, Alabama.”

His eyes widened.  “That’s not true.  I just want to talk this out.”

“Don’t waste your time, pal.  I’ve already moved the RV.”

A third officer approached Officer Bailey and whispered into his ear.

Seth laughed.  “Yep.  My internet connection is encrypted.”

“We’ve actually pinpointed your location, so I would suggest that you don’t harm Mr. Perry and Miss…”  He studied a piece of paper for a moment.  “Miss Proboski any further and leave the scene now.”

“Her name is definitely a mouth full.  And it’s pronounced Przybyszewski.  And the cops would never tell an assailant to leave the scene of a crime, so that tells me you fuckers have no idea where I’m at.”

“Sir!  I’m just trying to keep you from getting hurt.”

Seth arose from between Lindsay’s legs and approached the laptop.  “I’m gonna mute you now so I don’t have to listen to any more of your bullshit.  And tell Panty Man I’ll be seeing him real soon.”  Seth muted the speakers, and as he watched Officer Bailey desperately trying to communicate, Seth stood in front of the camera, gesturing to his own ears while moving his mouth, silently repeating, “I can’t hear you.”

Guilty Pleasures

Randy marched into his apartment and slammed the door shut.  Lounging on a couch, his roommate Jeff paused a video game as he gawked at the large pedophile sign.  “What the fuck, bro!?!  Why are you carrying that shit around?”

Engulfed with anger, Randy held it out so he could get a full view of it.  “Because my P.O. is a fuckin’ dick.  He said I had to put this in my yard, or my probation will be revoked.”

“Oh, hell no!  We can’t stick that shit outside.  It’s embarrassing as fuck.”  Jeff Blackmore, also known as Papa Smurf, was forty-eight years old, short and fat, sported bright-red hair fashioned into a fauxhawk hairdo, and a long, gray beard hung from his face.  Large gauges drooped from his ears, studs lined his left eyebrow, and a tattoo of Papa Smurf covered the right side of his neck.  At thirty-seven-years old, Jeff abducted a five-year-old boy from a playground and molested him.  After serving ten years in prison out of a fifteen-year sentence, he was released early for good behavior and now on parole.  Jeff met Randy at Chuck E. Cheese, and being convicted child molesters, a bond quickly formed between the two men, not out of friendship, but out of necessity and sticking to one’s kind.

Randy slid the sign behind a bookcase, placing it next to Jeff’s sexual-predator sign.  “I’m telling you, dude, that guy was a real fuckin’ prick.  And he’s making me register as a sex offender.”

“Did you show him the brochure?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t give a shit.  In fact, I have to take a mental evaluation because of it.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.  And on top of that, the fucker is making me take an anger management class, wear a tracking device, and do a hundred hours of community service.”

“Wow!  What a fuckin’ dick.”

“But the worst part is, the asshole is making me get a job.”

Jeff was already on SSI and teaching Randy how to manipulate the system.  “That’s bullshit.  Did you tell him you have a bad back?”

“I never had a chance.”  Randy plopped in a recliner and pulled out his phone.  “That dude fucked with the wrong person.  I’m gonna send a complaint to the probation department and leave his ass some fucked-up reviews.”  Within a few minutes, Randy lost interest in his quest for retaliation and began searching the internet for child pornography. 

Around 3 PM the doorbell rang, prompting Jeff to pause his video game.  “I wonder who that is.”

A fearful expression came over Randy.  “Oh, shit!  It might be the cops!”

In a panic, Jeff quickly rose to his feet.  “Why!?!”

“I was pissed off when I left the probation office and didn’t leave my urine sample or pay that asshole his money.”

Jeff crept to a window and peered through the blinds.  “Relax, dude.  It’s just UPS.”

Still worried, Randy eased open the door and peeked out.  A wave of relief washed over him when he spotted two large boxes sitting on the porch.  “Damn!  That scared the fuck out of me.”

“You better go back and take care of that shit before your P.O. sends the cops over here for real.”  Jeff wasn’t concerned about Randy’s wellbeing, but only worried about himself, knowing if the police showed up, they might search the apartment and find his personal stash of child pornography.

“I don’t have the money to pay my probation fee.”

“How much is it?”

“Fifty bucks.”

“I don’t need the fuckin’ cops snooping around, so I’ll loan it to you.”

“Thanks, man.”  He grabbed the boxes and shut the door.  “These are heavy as fuck.  What the hell did you order?”

“I didn’t order anything.”

“Oh.”  Randy sat the boxes on a coffee table, then examined their shipping labels.  “I didn’t order anything either, but one is shipped to me, the other to you.”

“Who are they from?”

“Some company called Guilty Pleasures.”

“Guilty Pleasures?”  Intrigued, Jeff grabbed a knife from the kitchen.  “Let’s open ‘em up.”

Jeff quickly cut open the boxes, and when he removed the top layer of newspaper from his box, confusion came over him.  “What the hell?”

Randy’s eyes grew huge as medallions as he peered down in his own box.  On the bottom, nestled in newspaper, lay a full-sized replica of a toddler wearing a black BDSM mask, and between its legs appeared to be a slot for sexual penetration.  “Dude!  Did you get these from the dark web?”

“No.  I already told you I didn’t order anything.  Someone must have sent these to us by mistake.”  Noticing how realistic his doll appeared, Jeff touched its face.  “It’s made out of hard plastic, but the damn thing looks real.”

Randy spotted a tag hanging from the doll’s toe with his name written on it.  “My name is written on this tag, so these were sent to us on purpose.”  He wanted to stick his fingers into his doll’s vagina, which appeared to be a pocket pussy made of soft latex, but he decided to keep his excitement hidden.  “I don’t know why someone would send me this shit.  I’m not into kids, and I find it very insulting.”

Secretly excited as well, Jeff noticed his doll was black and incorporated a penis with a pocket anus.  “I’m not into kid’s either.  And I find it extremely offensive that someone thought I’d be interested in this.”

“Someone must have done this as a prank.  And whoever it was must have looked you up on the internet and dragged me into this.”

“Why in the fuck would you say that?”

“How else would they know to send you a boy doll?  And a black boy at that.”

An angered expression formed on Jeff’s face.  “You know I was falsely accused of that shit.  I’m not fuckin’ gay or into kids.  And I can’t believe you’d insult me like that, you fuckin’ prick.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you, bro.  I was just saying, since that information is under your profile, someone must have looked you up.”

“What about you?  Maybe someone looked your ass up and dragged me into this.”

“I’m not registered yet, so that couldn’t have happened.  And I wasn’t trying to piss you off.  I’m just trying to figure out who did this.”

As Jeff pondered the situation, specifically that his doll happened to be black and a boy, the thought of Randy ordering them crossed his mind.  “Hold up.  You’re the one who ordered these.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Your doll is wearing that creepy sex mask, and no one else knows you’re into that bondage shit, so you must have ordered them.”

“I already said I didn’t.  And I don’t need a fuckin’ sex doll.  I have plenty of women who drain these nuts.”

“Same here.  I got several hoes in this building that drain my nuts anytime I want.”

Randy picked up his box.  “I’m gonna go hide this shit for now, and first thing in the morning, I’m gonna throw it in the fuckin’ dumpster.”

“Same here.”

Randy and Jeff took their boxes into their bedrooms and shut the door. 

Around four minutes later, they both came rushing out of their bedrooms as the dolls hung from their crotches while wailing, “Child Molester!  Child Molester!  Child Molester!”

Nude from the waist down, both of their dicks were stuck deep inside the dolls, and as Randy held onto his to prevent the weight of it from tugging on his penis, he glanced at Jeff with a panic-stricken expression.  “It’s fuckin’ locked onto me, man!  I can’t get it off!”

Equally terrified, Jeff was holding onto the waist of his doll since he penetrated it in the doggy-style position.  “Same here!  I heard a snap, then it felt like something cut into my dick!  And I can see some blood coming out from between my dick and the hole in the doll.”

“I think they’re fuckin’ needles or something!”

“Needles!?!  What do you mean!?!”

“If I pull back on the doll, I can see something that looks like a needle going through my dick!  And my dick is bleeding too.”

“Oh, shit!  This is bad!  Real bad!  What the fuck are we gonna do!?!”

“I’m gonna try to open it up!”  Randy rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.  When he tried to pry open the doll, a devastating electrical shock dropped him to his knees.  “Oh, my God!  The fuckin’ thing just electrocuted me!”

Jeff grabbed a hammer, and when he wacked his doll in the back of the head, an electrical shock buckled his legs.  “Oh, fuck!  I just got zapped too!”

As Randy’s doll continued to shout “child molester” over and over, he tried to cover its mouth to reduce the sound, but he received another shock.  “It keeps shocking my dick!  I can’t even cover its fuckin’ mouth!”

“I know, man!  I’m getting shocked every time I try to fuck with mine too!  I think they’re defective or something!”

“They’re not defective.  Someone did this on purpose.”

Jeff’s eyes opened wide.  “Oh, shit!  I didn’t think of that!”

“We need to figure out a way to get these off, but first we need to shut them up before someone hears them.”

“Maybe we can dunk them in water and short out the electrical circuits.”

“Good idea.”

The men quickly hobbled into the bathroom as they held onto their dolls to reduce the weight on their dicks.  Randy turned on the faucet, and as he waited for the tub to fill up, he kept his back toward Jeff.  Having his cock buried in a full-sized replica of a toddler created an overwhelming amount of humiliation, and the doll declaring he was a child molester only exacerbated an already fucked-up situation.  “I’m not into kids, bro.  I was just trying to remove the pocket pussy and accidentally got my dick stuck in it.”

“I’m not into kids either, man.  I fell asleep and was dreaming about having sex with an older woman.  When I woke up, my cock was inside the doll.  I must have accidentally rolled on top of it or something.”

Instead of owning up to his own transgressions, Randy shifted the blame to Jeff.  “This is all your fault.”

“How do you figure that?  I didn’t make you fuck that doll.”

“I wasn’t fuckin’ it, asshole.  And I know you’re the one who ordered them.  And don’t tell me you fell asleep and accidentally got your dick stuck inside it.  You were only in your bedroom for like five minutes.”

“Fuck you, dude.  When we get these dolls off, I want you out of my fuckin’ apartment.”

“I was already planning on moving out.”

“Good.”  With the water level now around twelve inches deep, Randy stepped into the tub and dropped to his knees.  Anger engulfed him as he stared down at the doll as it slightly hovered above the water.  “I’m gonna drown your little ass.”  When he submerged the doll, its eyes fluttered a few times as it made an electrical buzzing sound, then it went silent.  “It fuckin’ worked!”

Jeff made a sweeping motion with his hand.  “My turn.  Get the fuck out of the tub.”

When Randy lifted the doll out of the water, its eyes popped opened wide as it began laughing in a creepy childlike tone.  “Oh, shit!  The water didn’t deactivate it!”

“Dunk it again!”

Without hesitating, he shoved the doll back into the water, but to his confusion, a burning sensation began emanating from his penis.  “Something is wrong!  My dick is getting hot!”

“Maybe the battery is shorting out.”

The pain became so intense, Randy lunged from the tub and began frantically punching the doll in the face as it laughed at him.  “Oh, fuck!  It’s burning the fuck out of my dick!  Please help me!”

Jeff couldn’t fathom the bizarre situation he found himself in as he stood dumbfounded.  “What do you want me to do!?!”

A grimace of terror came over Randy when smoke began bellowing out between his crotch and the doll.  “Oh, shit!  It’s destroying my dick!”  In a panic, he took off out of the bathroom.  As Randy frantically ran around their living room, jumping and screaming, Jeff chased after him while shouting, “Stop running!”  It became even more of a spectacle as Randy ran around and around the couch with his doll laughing as Jeff pursued after him with his doll wailing “child molester”.  It was like a scene featuring The Three Stooges on an episode of The Twilight Zone.

Randy paused for a moment.  “Please help me, man!  It’s fuckin’ burning my dick!”

Without thinking, Jeff grabbed the doll and tugged on it.

Randy’s eyes grew huge as saucers.  “Stop pulling on it, dumbass!  You’re gonna rip off my dick!”

“Sorry, man!  I was just trying to help.”

“You did that on purpose!”  Angered, Randy kicked Jeff’s doll in the head, triggering an electrical shock.

Jeff hunched over from the pain and grumbled.  “You stupid fuck!  You made it shock me!”  He punched Randy’s doll in retaliation, prompting him to receive a debilitating electrical jolt.

Randy dropped to his knees, then fell to his side as he wailed, “Okay, okay!  I give!”

As Randy lay on the floor, Jeff noticed a yellowish substance flowing from his doll’s mouth.  “Dude!  Something is leaking out of your doll.”

“I think it’s piss.”

“Why do you think that?”

“That last shock caused my bladder to release.”

“Why in the fuck is it coming out of its mouth?”

“I don’t know, man.”

After a few minutes, the burning sensation faded and the smoke dissipated.  Relieved, but also worried about the severity of the burns he sustained, Randy sat up and leaned his back against a wall.  With the majority of his cock inside the doll, he could only see about an inch of it, and what he could examine appeared to be burned.  “Oh, shit!  My dick is burnt!”

Jeff slid to the floor and sat next to Randy.  “What the fuck are we gonna do, man?”

“I don’t know.”  To Randy’s dismay, his doll stopped laughing and began wailing “child molester” again.  “I can’t believe this shit is happening.”

“I know.”

“Should we call the police, or an ambulance?”

“I don’t know, man.  That would be embarrassing as fuck.  And they won’t believe we got our dicks stuck by accident.”

“But if we try to get them off ourselves, we’ll just get shocked or burned.”

“I need to think for a moment.”

“Hell, we can’t even cover their mouths without getting shocked.”

Anger came over Jeff as he thought about it.  “I know.  Some asshole spent a lot of time making these, and when I find out who did it, I’m gonna fuck them up.”

Flabbergasted, the two perverts just sat on the floor as their dolls wailed out “child molester”.

Man in the Moon

While the group of officers watched in horror, Seth approached Lindsay and severed her right nipple, then he ran a half-inch diameter tube from the hole in her breast to the bloody and ravaged wound in her crotch.  After he affixed a mouthpiece to the end of the tubing hanging from between her legs, he injected Zac and Lindsay with adrenaline.

Zac jolted awake first.  Feeling a throbbing sensation radiating from his sides, he glanced at each of his shoulders.  His eyes widened in disbelief when he saw both of his arms were missing.  “Oh, my God!  I can’t believe you did this to me!”  Then he spotted the bloody pile of organs and entrails lying next to him.  “Oh, shit!”  In a panic, he raised his head and examined his abdomen.  “Where in the fuck did those come from!?!”  His eyes then traveled to Lindsay.  A wave of horror came over him when he saw the gaping hole between her legs.  “You fuckin’ killed her, you sadistic bastard!”

“Is that a statement, or question?”

Peering at Seth through the goggles, his narrowed eyes conveyed a burning rage.  “You’re going to pay for what you did to her!”

Seth frowned as a cigarette hung from his lips.  “Really, Zac?  Your ass doesn’t have any arms.”

“I might not be able to do anything, but you’ll get the needle for this!”

“Yeah, maybe, but not tonight.”

“When the cops find out what you did, they’ll hunt you down.”

“If you want, you can tell ‘em right now.”  Seth motioned toward the camera.  “They’re watching as we speak.”

“Bullshit.”

“Check out your laptop.”

When Zac glanced over at the screen, he saw several officers gazing back at him while their mouths silently moved.  Fearing that Seth might terminate the connection, he hastily blurted out, “My name is Zac Perry, and she is Lindsay Przybyszewski!  We’re still in our RV, but we’re in the woods somewhere in Texas!  Please send help!”

Seth unmuted the speakers as Officer Bailey glanced back and exclaimed to the other officers, “They’re in Texas!”

Seth shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t give a shit.  “Maybe we are, maybe we’re not.”

In a panic, Zac wailed out, “I think he’s Seth Coker, the Angel of Death!  You need to find us before it’s too late!”

Officer Bailey’s eyes widened in disbelief.  “No, way!”

Seth laughed.  “Yes, way.”

He glanced back again and instructed, “Contact the FBI.”

“Make sure you tell them to send Agent Arnold.  And he’ll need to bring two body bags, but one of them needs to be walrus sized for the fat bitch.”

He turned back toward the screen.  “This isn’t a game.”

“No, it’s retribution for murdering their child.”  Seth nodded toward Zac as he regarded the camera.  “And that sick bastard fucked the infant after they drowned it in the toilet, and the fat bitch not only watched, but egged it on.”

Zac’s eyes grew large as saucers as he shook his head.  “No, I didn’t!  He’s lying!”

Seth held up a red USB drive.  “You sure about that?”

Zac’s facial expression conveyed a look of guilt.  “Where did you get that?”

“I found it in your hiding spot stashed amongst your child porn.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

Seth held up the USB drive so Officer Bailey could see it.  “I’m gonna leave this here on the coffee table.  It’s a video of Zac sodomizing their dead child.  Lindsay was the one who recorded it, and she can be clearly heard in the background instructing him to do it.”

The officer displayed a straight-faced expression.  “Okay.  If what you’re saying is true, we can use that as evidence and they’ll go to prison for what they’ve done, so there is no need in harming them any further.”

“The court system had its chance, and at their trial, the defense already stated that since the child wasn’t born alive, he wasn’t considered a living being, and the charges for child rape could not be upheld.  That will most likely happen again.  And besides, even if they were held accountable, these two sick fuckers don’t deserve three hots and a cot.”

Suddenly, Lindsay awoke and began emitting muffled groans of agony through her stitched lips, prompting Seth to casually stroll over to Zac.  “About time the bitch came to.”  He glanced at his watch.  “I’ve got a match in the mornin’, so we need to wrap this shit up.”  He pointed between Lindsay’s legs.  “Go ahead and crawl in there so I can abort your ass.”

“What?”

“I need you to get inside your girlfriend, I mean, fiiiancéee, so I can abort you.”

Zac was flooded with a mix of relief and horror.  While grateful that Lindsay wasn’t dead, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him as he contemplated the uncertain fate that lay ahead for both of them.  “Please don’t hurt her anymore.  I’m begging you.”

Seth retrieved the sledgehammer.  “I need you to crawl inside the open cavity between her legs, and I’m not asking again.”

“Please don’t….”

Seth slammed the head of the hammer onto Zac’s left ankle, shattering his bones.  “Move it, asshole!”

Zac wailed at the top of his lungs.  “Oh, my God!  Please stop….”

He crushed his knee.  “I’m not stoppin’ until you do what you’re told.”

“Okay, okay!  I’ll do it!”

Seth seized the mouthpiece attached to the hose hanging from Lindsay’s gaping wound.  “You’ll need this to breath.”  He attempted to insert it into Zac’s mouth, but he kept spitting it out.  Frustrated, Seth grabbed a hammer and a handful of nails.  “I’m gettin’ tired of your tenacious attitude, you prick.”  He commenced nailing the mouthpiece to Zac, each nail shattering a front tooth at the root as they penetrated his gums.  Zac cried out in torment as he was compelled to endure the excruciating pain.  After Seth drove in the last nail, he forcefully shoved Zac’s head inside the gaping hole between Lindsay’s legs, then he kicked him in the buttocks with his boot.  “Get on in there, asshole!”

In an act of defiance, Zac began wiggling his body, slowly working himself out.

“You hardheaded prick.”  Seth retrieved the sledgehammer and began striking him in the legs, each blow breaking bones and bursting open his flesh.  Zac’s screams of agony could be heard echoing out from the tube protruding from Lindsay’s right tit.  Realizing his suffering wouldn’t end unless he did as instructed, Zac began working his way inside her while moving like an inchworm. 

Given her extreme obesity and the absence of her female organs, bladder, and intestinal tract, along with Zac’s arms being severed at the shoulders, he somehow managed to fit his entire head and the upper portion of his torso inside her.  As Zac lay on his back weeping, Seth began sewing the ravaged skin hanging from Lindsay’s gaping wound to Zac’s chest and sides.  After he sutured them together, Seth stood to his feet, and as the song Cat’s in the Cradle softly played in the background, he glanced back at the camera and laughed.  “I told that fucker he was going to be the man in the moon.”

As the barbaric event unfolded before him, Officer Bailey’s expression displayed a sense of consternation.  “You can’t do this, sir!  People have the right to be tried by a jury of their peers.”

Seth approached the laptop, observing there were now around two million viewers watching the live feed, indicating people were telling their friends and family about the video.  He moved back in front of the camera.  “I see that this has gone viral, so I’ll let all of you decide their fate since the cops feel these assholes deserve to be tried by their peers.  Behind me is Zac Perry and Lindsay Przybyszewski.  For the ones of you who don’t know who they are or what they did, just search for them on the internet.  Also, pull up Zac’s criminal record.  It will show he’s a convicted child molester.”  Seth held up the red USB drive.  “This is a video of Zac having anal sex with their dead child, and Lindsay was the one recording it.  And she not only condoned his actions, but instigated it.  I can’t show you the video because it’s too vile, and I don’t want it floating around on the internet; there are too many sick fucks out there that would use it to get off, and it would also be inappropriate for me to show it anyway.  You’ll have to trust my word on this, but I will be leaving this copy for the cops to review later.  Anyone who thinks these fuckers are guilty and deserves what they’re gettin’, give a thumbs down.  For those of you who feel they are innocent, or should be given the opportunity to have their day in court though our judicial system, give a thumbs up.  The majority vote will decide their fate.  They’re already fucked up pretty bad and will most likely die from their injuries anyway, but if the majority is a thumbs up, then I’ll leave them right where they are and give the cops the GPS coordinates.  I’m giving everyone thirty minutes to decide.”

Officer Bailey couldn’t fathom what he was hearing.  “You can’t do this, sir.  We have laws in this country.”

“They’re being judged by their peers, so it’s the same damn thing.”

“They have a right to legal representation.”

“Everyone can see and hear you, so represent their asses if you want.  You have twenty-eight minutes left.”

His eyes opened wide as he thought about how many people were viewing him.  “But I’m not an attorney.”

“So, what.  If you think these fuckers didn’t murder their newborn son, or that it was alright for Zac to fuck him after they drowned him in the toilet, then speak up.  Everyone is listening.”

Secretly, he agreed with Seth and felt Zac and Lindsay were getting exactly what they deserved, but being an officer, and if he didn’t want to lose his career, he had no choice but to explain the law to the viewers.  As Officer Bailey pleaded his case, Seth strolled over to Lindsay, then laughed as he pointed at her.  “Y’all have to see this.”  He retrieved the camera from the tripod and aimed it toward her abdomen.  Zac’s face could be seen pushing against the skin on the inside of her belly, resembling an opaque entity you’d see in a horror film where a ghost or demon is trying to push itself out of a wall.  “That shit reminds me of the movie Frighteners.”

He then took the camera into the bedroom and showed the viewers a hidden compartment in the wall behind a painting.  “This is where I found the USB drive with Zac fucking their dead child.”  Seth grabbed a handful of photos and digital media from the void and held them up.  “This is their stash of child porn.”  He tossed the items on the floor as he moved across the room over to a nightstand.  “I have run across plenty of deviant motherfuckers before, but these two are pure evil.”  He showed the viewers a family portrait of Zac and Lindsay holding their deceased child.  “I have a dark sense of humor like anyone else, but this is demented as fuck.”

Seth strolled into the bathroom and filmed the toilet.  “This is where they drowned their child, who they referred to as Baby Blue after he died.”  He then panned across several large panties hanging from a shower rod, their white fabric stained brown.  “They call them whale tails and sell them to their perverted fans.”  He then showed several buckets containing large turds and splattered feces.  “There’s not much to say about that shit, pun intended.”  Seth walked into the living area, secured the camera back to the tripod, then plopped on the couch.  From where he sat, he could see the likes and dislikes on the laptop.  “There’s just a few minutes left, and you’re losing your case, Mr. Bailey.  Outside of a handful of child molesters, sick fucks, and a few bleeding hearts, it’s about ninety seven percent in favor of me finishing them off.”

Officer Bailey’s shoulders slumped, and a disappointed expression crept across his face.  “Please reconsider what you’re planning.  This isn’t a third-world country.  We have laws.”

“Yeah, laws that don’t discourage scumbags from committing heinous crimes.”  Seth glimpsed his watch, then eyed the laptop.  “Times up, pal.  And it’s now four-million, eight-hundred and thirty-seven thousand, to a hundred and ninety-four thousand.”  He snagged the ice pick from the coffee table and approached Lindsay.  Her eyes were huge as saucers as she fought at her restraints while mumbling muffled pleas of mercy through her stitched lips.  Seth pointed at Zac’s face as it slithered around from under her skin.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll take care of that pesky critter for you.”  He knelt on one knee, then started thrusting the ice pick into her abdomen, stabbing Zac in the face.  As Zac violently thrashed his head around while screaming through his breathing tube, Seth patiently waited for a bulge to reappear in her abdomen before he jabbed him again, resembling a game of Whac-A-Mole.  With every strike, Lindsay let out anguished cries through her stitched lips, while Zac writhed within her, inadvertently exacerbating his suffering as he kicked his broken legs.

After Seth punctured about fifty holes into her flesh, ultimately stabbing Zac in the process, he grabbed a bottle of bleach.  “He’s still kickin’, so let’s see if this shit will work.”  He began pouring it into the tube hanging from her tit, filling Zac’s mouth with the liquid.  To keep him from blowing it out, Seth held his thumb over the tube until he felt a suction, indicating he swallowed the sodium hypochlorite.  He allowed Zac to take a few breaths, then he poured in more before placing his thumb over the end of the hose again.  Zac quickly figured out he wouldn’t be able to breathe unless he swallowed the bleach, so he began gulping it down between breaths.

When he swallowed about half the bottle, Seth moved to Lindsay’s head and locked eyes with her, witnessing the terror in her gaze.  “While we let the bleach simmer, we’re gonna give you a dose of Drano.”  He sliced a small incision into the front of her neck and quickly inserted a tracheotomy tube.  After he inflated the cuff, locking it inside her trachea, he slid a clear vacuum bag over her head and taped the end around her neck to prevent any leaks.  A surge of claustrophobia overwhelmed her as she struggled to draw air through the breathing tube.  Seth, adding to her distress, opened the vacuum port above her face, inserted a small funnel, and began filling the bag with Drano.  The sodium hydroxide, also known as lye, instantly burned her eyes, skin, and sinus cavity.  The highly caustic and alkaline substance triggered saponification, a reaction that began breaking down the fats and oils present in her skin, turning them into a soap-like substance.  Amidst her wails of agony channeled through the breathing tube, a distressing sequence unfolded.  Her hair started dissolving, blisters erupted on her face, and her eyeballs turned bloody red.  The merciless sodium hydroxide continued its reaction with her skin, delving deeper into the tissue layers, inflicting extensive damage on cells, blood vessels, and nerves.  At the same time, an exothermic reaction ensued, generating scorching heat and causing thermal burns on her skin.

Lindsay violently convulsed as the skin on her face liquefied, releasing a bloodcurdling scream through her tracheotomy.  Seth then witnessed blood and mucus spewing from Zac’s breathing tube as the bleach dissolved his stomach lining.  As the couple endured an excruciating amount of pain and teetered on the verge of death, Seth retrieved the baseball bat and began beating Lindsay in the stomach, each impact making a thump as it connected with Zac’s head.  He continued whacking her until Zac stopped moving, the conclusive blow producing a distinct cracking sound as his cranium shattered.  Seth then casually tossed the bat onto the floor and nonchalantly glanced at the camera.  “I think that got his ass.”

Officer Bailey remained silent as a look of trepidation hung from his face.

“Don’t look so sad.  The fuckers got off easy.”

“Easy?  What the hell, man?”

“I would have taken them with me, but I didn’t bring a cattle trailer to haul the lard ass.”

“You didn’t have the right to take the law into your own hands.  And everyone who voted for this is just as guilty.”

Ignoring him, Seth focused on searching the laptop.  In no time, he discovered a spreadsheet detailing Lindsay’s sales.  He then located the name alienprobe69.  The person bought a pair of her whale tails, and it included his shipping address.  Starting with the zip code, Seth discovered that it belonged to Monte Vista, Colorado, a town with a population of 4,300 residents.  He then pulled up the Rio Grande County Tax Assessor’s webpage and searched for the address.  The tax records showed Billy Ray Monroe owned the house.  He then searched the person’s name on a sex offender registry.  To his lack of surprise, the person was listed.  His record showed he was sixty-two-years old and molested two children, a five-year-old in 1981, and an eight-year-old in 1995.  He served seven years for the first offence, and twelve for the second.  Billy then picked up a child pornography offence in 2009 and served three additional years.  Seth compared the man’s picture to the man in the chat window, verifying they were the same person.  “Hey, Panty Man?”

A worried expression came over him as he stood in the back of the room.  “Yeah.”

“You’re lucky that I don’t know who you are or where you live, because if I found out you were a sex offender, I’d turn you into a monster.”

His eyes opened wide.  “A monster?”

“Yeah.  I like turning fuckers into monsters.  I already have a dick-faced slug and a milkman.”

Officer Bailey signaled to one of the other officers as he motioned toward Billy.  “Get him out of the room.”  He turned back to the camera.  “We need to….”

Seth closed the laptop, picked up his tools, then strolled out the door, leaving Lindsay moaning in agony while Zac lay dead inside her abdomen.

Ass Clown

In an abandoned slaughterhouse located in West Texas, Barry Moeller glared at Seth and exclaimed, “Come on, dude!  Please don’t do this!  It’s fuckin’ humiliatin’!”

Seth laughed as he lounged in a chair while holding a remote control.  “Hush, before I turn on your collar.”  Seth eyed Kenneth as he sat next to him.  “You ready?”

“Sure, man.  And I got a surprise for your ass this time.”  Kenneth moved a joystick on his remote, sending his armored robot to an arena for combat.  His crude robot consisted of a self-propelled push mower deck, an electric motor, and a large mechanical arm, similar to a scorpion’s tail, as its primary weapon.  Instead of a stinger on the end of the tail, it featured a large rubber dildo.

Seth’s battlebot consisted of a mobility scooter with the seat and handlebars removed, and instead of four wheels, it incorporated tracks akin to a tank.  An exoskeleton encased Barry’s limbless body and a hydraulic cylinder was attached between the exoskeleton and the base of the scooter, allowing Seth to lay Barry flat on his stomach, or raise him into the upright position.  A robotic arm with a two-finger gripper was mounted next to Barry, and a control panel with a joystick hung next to his face so he could operate the contraption with his tongue or mouth.  Around Barry’s neck hung a pink collar adorned with iced-out letters spelling “SPANKY”, and atop his head sat a colorful court jester hat with bells.  Currently, Seth controlled the machine with his remote, disabling Barry’s joystick.

For the last six months, Barry endured the misery of being confined in a small cage at Kenneth’s house.  After being stung by scorpions daily, bumps and scars covered the skin on his face, head, and body, giving him the appearance of having leprosy.  Enraged, Barry directed a piercing glare at Seth through his left eye, while his mechanical right eye, reminiscent of something from a sci-fi movie, zoomed in and out, producing a symphony of whirring and whizzing sounds.  “Do you really have to do this?  It’s fuckin’ degrading.”  As Seth and Kenneth rammed their battlebots into each other, the penis and ball sack hanging from Barry’s face flopped around in macabre synchrony.  “I can’t believe you fuckers are doin’ this to me.”

Kenneth laughed as he began jabbing Barry in the face with the dildo.  “If I knock out his fuckin’ eye, do I win?”

Seth reached out with the robotic arm and began grabbing at Kenneth’s mechanical tail.  “Which one?”

“His real eye, not that fake shit.”

“I guess so.”

“Good.”

As the dildo relentlessly battered Barry’s face, his ball sack swung like a speed bag, accompanied by the jingling of the bells on the court jester hat.  “Please stop!  Y’all are gonna….”  Suddenly, the dildo struck Barry in the eye.  “You stupid fuckers!  You got me in the eye!”

Seth spun the contraption around, and as he fled, Kenneth chased behind him while jabbing the dildo at Barry’s ass.  “Ha!  Your shit is too slow, boy!”

Around that time, Missy casually strolled up.  “When you two get done playin’ with your toy robots, Wyatt and Kyle just dropped off Lisa.”

Seth glanced at Kenneth.  “Well shit.  I guess we’ll have to finish this later.”  He flipped a switch on the remote, engaging Barry’s controls.  “Come on, Spanky.  It’s time for show and tell.”

Barry raised himself into the upright position.  “I can’t see.  My fuckin’ eye is swollen shut.”

“You’re fine, so stop stallin’.”

“Come on, man.  It’s embarrassing when you do this.”

“Everyone has a specific roll to play, and yours is to show the scumbags what can happen if they don’t cooperate.”

Barry hadn’t encountered Wyatt since the farmhouse where he attacked him and Kenneth, creating a tense and awkward moment.  “I know, but I don’t want Wyatt to see me like this.”

“You should have thought about that before you decided to butt-fuck everyone and cut off Kenneth’s dick and face.”

A frown crept over Kenneth’s features.  “Hold up, man.  That’s a sore subject.”

“Sorry, bro.  He needs to be reminded sometimes.”

A look of sadness overcame Barry.  “I’ve already told Kenneth I’m sorry like a million times.  I don’t know why I did that, and if I could take it back, I would.  I think I had a mental breakdown or somethin’.”

“Mental breakdown or not, there was no excuse for it.  Now get your ass movin’.”

Barry and Kenneth followed Seth down a corridor and into a large room where Missy, Wyatt, and Kyle stood around a redheaded woman lying on the floor hogtied.

Upon catching sight of Barry, Wyatt’s eyes widened in astonishment.  “Damn, Seth.  I heard what you did to Spanky, but I didn’t believe it.  That’s really fucked up.”

“He usually does provoke that kind of reaction at first.  That’s why I like to use him for show and tell.”

“He kind of looks like a cyborg with leprosy.  And I can’t believe you transplanted his dick and balls onto his face.”

“That’s his punishment for cutting off Kenneth’s dick.”

Kenneth scowled.  “You don’t have to keep bringing that shit up, man.”

“Like I said earlier, he needs to be reminded of what he did.”

Barry’s eye narrowed as his mechanical eye zoomed in and out.  “I can hear everything y’all are saying.  And how can I forget?  You turned me into a fuckin’ monster.”

Wyatt scrutinized the motorized lens protruding from Barry’s face.  “Does that mechanical eye really work?”

Seth laughed.  “Naw, but it looks cool.”

“And I see you installed a zipper on his mouth.”

“Yeah, sometimes I don’t feel like hearin’ his shit.”  Seth glanced back at Barry as he displayed a pouted expression.  “Do you have somethin’ you want to tell Wyatt?”

Consumed with humiliation, Barry lowered his head while simultaneously shrugging his shoulders.  “Not really.”

“You sure about that?”

He took a deep breath, then made eye contact with Wyatt.  “I’m sorry.”

Seth motioned with his hand.  “And?”

“I’m sorry that I… you know, did what I did.”

“Say it.”

“I, uh, had my way with Kenneth, and uh…”

“Don’t sugar coat it.”

“Do I really have to say it?”

“Yes, and I’m not telling you again.”

“I’m sorry for doin’ Kenneth and….”

“Doin’?”

Barry glanced down at the floor.  “For...”

“Look at Wyatt when you talk.”

He lifted his head back up.  “I’m sorry for having intercourse with...”

“Intercourse?  We’re not in a fuckin’ doctor’s office.”

“I’m sorry for having sex...”

“Sex isn’t the word I would use either.”

“I, uh…”

“I know it’s awkward as fuck, so just spit it out and get it over with.”

He took a deep breath.  “I’m sorry for fuckin’ Kenneth in the ass and for cuttin’ off his dick and face.  And I’m sorry that I was plannin’ on fuckin’ you too, and I’m sorry for tryin’ to shoot you.  I don’t know why I did it, but if I could take it back, I would.”

Kenneth’s eyes narrowed as he peered at Seth.  “That shit is embarrassing, man.  Now everyone knows.”

“Everyone already knows.”

“But we don’t have to keep bringin’ the shit up.”

“At least he has a small dick.”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“It was probably the same as gettin’ cornholed by a hamster.”

“That’s fucked up.”  Kenneth glared at Barry.  “I should have killed your ass, you little faggot.”

“I’m not a faggot.”

“Really?”

Seth intervened before an argument broke out.  “Listen, guys.  It’s good to get the shit out in the open.  Bottlin’ it up isn’t healthy.”

Filled with resentment, Kenneth clenched his teeth.  “You wouldn’t want to talk about it if it happened to you.”

“Sure, I would.”

“Bullshit.  You would have cut his fuckin’ throat.”

“I wasn’t tryin’ to upset you.  I just thought it was important to clear the air.”  Seth handed Kenneth a knife.  “If you want to kill his ass, do it and get it over with.”

His eyes widened as he held the blade.  “Really?  I can kill the little faggot?”

Seth nodded.  “Yep.”

Everyone expected Barry to flee in his robotic contraption, but to their surprise, a tear ran down his cheek as he held his head up.  “Just do it.”

Kenneth approached him.  “I am, motherfucker.”

“Good.  Put me out of my misery.  I don’t give a fuck.”

“I’m not playin’ around with you, punk.”

“Don’t just stand there.  Fuckin’ do it.”

Kenneth hesitated as he held the knife.  “I am.”

“Then what are you waitin’ for?”

Caught off guard by Barry’s demeanor and willingness to die, he glanced at Seth.  “Why is he actin’ this way?”

“You’ve heard me say over and over there are things worse than death.  Spanky would rather be dead than live like a sideshow freak.  And he despises being in the cage even more.”

Kenneth thought for a moment.  “Can I kill his ass anytime I want?”

“Yep, it’s an open offer.”

Kenneth pointed the knife at Barry.  “I’m gonna let you live for now, faggot.  And when you’re not expecting it…”  He abruptly thrust the blade forward, slashing through the air, as he shouted, “BAM!  Your ass is dead!”

Barry flinched, causing the ball sack dangling from his chin to jiggle like a rooster’s wattle.  At first, he was relieved, then anger swept over him as he thought about it.  “Fuck that.  I’m not gonna be lookin’ over my shoulder.  Just do it and get it over with.”

“Naw, man.  I don’t want you to not know when it’s comin’.”

“Come on, dude.  It’s gonna make my anxiety go up.”

“Good.”

Barry didn’t want to die, but he also didn’t want to go back to his cage where he spent countless hours in solitary.  Being around Seth and the others was the only time he felt alive.  “Will you do it later?  I don’t want to go back in that cage?”

“No, and stop askin’.”

“But I cut off your dick.”

“You’re not gonna goad me into doing it, so drop it.”

“Come on, man.  Don’t be like that.  You’ve been whinin’ and cryin’ that Seth wouldn’t let you do it, and now you’re pussin’ out.”

“I said no.”

“Bullshit.  You’re gonna do it when we get back to your house.”

Kenneth handed the knife back to Seth.  “Damn.  He ain’t gonna shut up about it.”

“Nope.  He’s going to drive you crazy until he gets his way.”  He glanced at Wyatt.  “Are you good with Spanky’s apology?”

“He didn’t fuck me in the ass, or cut off my dick, so yeah.”

Kenneth grumbled.  “Hey, man.  Y’all need to stop bringin’ that shit up.”

Seth laughed.  “Now that we got that out of the way.”  He pointed at the red-headed woman on the floor as she lay unconscious.  “Missy and I have something special planned for this ruthless bitch.  But I’m gonna warn ya now, it’s gonna be brutal as fuck.”

Kenneth observed that the woman appeared to be in her late thirties, of average size with large tits, and long, flowing red hair cascaded past her shoulders.  She possessed a pretty face, featuring smooth skin and full, luscious lips.  “Who is this chick?”

Seth lit a cigarette.  “Lisa Jerguson.”

“She doesn’t look like she would hurt a fly.”

“Don’t let her good looks fool you.  She’s a cold-blooded bitch.”

“What the hell did she do?”

In Sacramento, California, Lisa Jerguson led a typical life, having been married to a man named Ron for nine years, and blessed with three kids: Liam at eight months old, William at two, and Ava at four.  Ron, a commercial pilot, traversed the skies while Lisa embraced her role as a dedicated stay-at-home mom.  Beneath the façade of her seemingly content life, Lisa’s heart was burdened by the constant absence of her husband due to his demanding job.  Overwhelmed by anger and frustration, she found herself succumbing to temptation and rekindling an affair with a man named Ricky, an old boyfriend from the past.

As the truth about Lisa’s affair came to light, the ensuing arguments between them revealed a devastating surprise.  Not only was it not Lisa’s first affair, but Ron also discovered that Liam was not his biological son, but fathered by a man named Chuck.  The revelation shattered their already crumbling marriage, leaving a trail of heartache and betrayal in its wake.  Struggling to come to terms with the painful truth, Ron made the difficult decision to file for a divorce and fight for custody of all three children.

Then, in a horrifying twist of events, an act of spite and retribution overcame Lisa.  Driven by her rage and desire to hurt her husband, she resorted to a chilling act of vengeance and ruthlessly killed their three children with a butcher knife.  With a heart hardened by resentment and malice, Lisa penned a chilling and callous note, detailing her intent to inflict the cruelest punishment upon her husband by taking away his children.  Her words dripped with icy cruelty, revealing the depths of her malevolent plan to strip away every ounce of joy from his life.  In a final, heart-wrenching act of revenge aimed at causing the maximum amount of pain to Ron, she cut her wrists as she laid in the bathtub while wearing her wedding dress. 

Brimming with anger, Missy’s gaze narrowed upon Kenneth as she started to recount the vicious act committed by Lisa.  “The bitch killed her three children with a butcher knife.  She fuckin’ stabbed them innocent babies over fifty times each.” 

“What the fuck?  Was she on drugs or somethin’?”

“No.  The bitch couldn’t keep her legs closed.  When her husband found out about her affairs, he was leaving her sorry ass, so she did it to punish him.”

“What a ruthless bitch.”

“And that’s not all that she did.  She castrated the two boys before she killed them, and that includes cutting off their penises.  Liam was only eight months old, and William was two.”

Kenneth’s eyes narrowed in anger as he glanced at Seth.  “Damn, Seth.  We’ve come across some cruel motherfuckers before, but this bitch is pure evil.”

“Yep.  She’s the worst one so far.

“So, what happened next?”

“She tried to kill herself by cutting her wrists.”

Infuriated, Missy added.  “The bitch was wearing her wedding dress while lying in a bathtub.  She had spread rose petals all over the floor, and placed candles around the tub.  She also had those precious babies in the tub with her.  Their mutilated bodies turned the water red with their blood.  In her suicide note, she said she did it so that image would be burned into her husband’s memory for the rest of his life.”

“Wow.  What a sadistic bitch.  Did her husband find her?”

Seth shook his head.  “No.  The cleaning lady did.  The dumbass forgot she was coming that day.  And that’s why she didn’t bleed out and was saved by the paramedics.”

“And why isn’t her sorry ass in prison?”

“She was.  In fact, she got the death penalty and was on death row at the Central California Woman’s State Prison.”

Confusion clouded Kenneth’s expression.  “How in the fuck did you get her out?”

“Do you remember Bill Townsend?”

“Of course.  He’s the rich dude that gave us the files on all those scumbags after his wife and daughter were murdered.”

Barry chuckled as he sarcastically popped off.  “How could he forget?  That’s when he got his dick cut off.”

A frown came over Kenneth as he glared at Barry.  “What the fuck did you say, you faggot ass punk?”

“You heard me.  And you know what you can do about it.”

“Fuck you.  You’re not gonna goad me into killin’ your ass.  But when I get you back to my house, you’re gonna wish you were dead.”

“Don’t get your panties in a wad.  I was just messin’ with ya.  And I’m not a faggot, so stop callin’ me one.”

“Then what the hell would you call it when a dude rapes another dude?”

“A teachable moment.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“You always talked shit and said you were going to fuck me up, so I got your ass before you got me.  And you didn’t say no, and everyone knows, no means no.”

Kenneth eyed Seth with a look of annoyance.  “The little fucker is startin’ to sound just like your ass.”

Seth glared at Barry.  “What the hell has gotten into you?”

“I’m tired of being your science project.”  He shook his head, prompting the bells on his hat to jingle.  “And why do I have to wear this shit?”

“Because it entertains me.  And since you always acted like an ass clown, I turned you into one.”

“Well, fuck you, asshole.”

“Asshole?  Keep runnin’ your mouth and see where it gets you.”

“Yeah, yeah.  What the hell can you do to me that’s worse than this?”

“You wanna find out?”

He shrugged his shoulders.  “Whatever, man.”

“One asshole comin’ up.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You’ll find out later.”  Seth pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button.

When Barry tried to speak, a zapping sound emitted from the pink collar around his neck the same time he let out a yelp, his eye opened wide, and the dick and penis hanging from his face quivered.

A look of confusion came over Wyatt.  “What the hell is wrong with Spanky?”

“I activated his collar.  It shocks him every time he tries to speak, same as one of those electric barking collars that assholes put on their dogs.”

“That’s funny as shit.  But why didn’t you just zip up his lips?”

“Because this pisses him off more.”

Out of defiance, Barry tried to speak.  “This is…”  Zap!  “Come on…”  Zap!  “Dammit…”  Zap!  “Uh…”  Zap!

Seth frowned as he peered at him.  “Are you done?”

“Fuck…”  Zap!  “You…”  Zap!

“Keep it up and see where it gets you, smartass.”

When Barry didn’t respond, Seth glanced at Kenneth.  “What the hell were we talkin’ about?”

“You were going to tell me how you got this evil bitch out of prison.”

“Oh, yeah.  Since Mr. Townsend has the financial resources and the right connections, I asked for his help.”

“I’m surprised he was willing to risk it.”

“After we gave him his reckoning, he said he wanted to keep helping us whenever he could.  Ever since he lost his wife and daughter, Bill has been struggling to find peace, and he wants to take his misery out on every scumbag that’s harmed someone.  That’s how I was years ago, so I know the feeling.  Now that I have Missy and you guys in my life, I’m not consumed with anger anymore.”

Missy gave Seth a peck on the cheek.  “I love you too, baby.”

Seth winked at her, then continued.  “When I showed Bill Lisa’s court records, he became obsessed with getting her out.  For this to have any chance of working, we needed someone on the inside, specifically a doctor.  Since it would be impossible to use one of their doctors, we found this shady bastard named Cecil Wylie that was willing to do it for a sizable payoff.”

Kenneth raised his hand, getting Seth’s attention.  “I thought doctors had some kind of moral code they had to abide by.”

“They do, it’s called the Hippocratic oath.  And that’s why I said we found this shady bastard.”

“How much did y’all have to pay him?”

“Mr. Townsend forked out three million.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“I’m surprised Bill was willing to do that.”

“That’s pocket change for him.  And he’s the one who came up with the idea to pay off a doctor in the first place.”

“What happened next?”

“We had Cecil move from North Carolina to Chowchilla, California.  When a position at the prison became available, which was about six months later, he applied for it and was hired.  We waited about a year before we proceeded, but during that time, Cecil did take Lisa’s blood and urine samples from her during routine checkups.”

“Damn.  Why did y’all wait so long?”

“To reduce suspicion.  After that, Cecil slipped tetrodotoxin into her food, which is a neurotoxin from a puffer fish, causing her to fall into a coma.  When she was moved from solitary to the prison’s medical ward, Cecil sent the lab the blood and urine samples that he originally took from her so they wouldn’t be able to detect the tetrodotoxin.  We kept Lisa in a state of comatose for six weeks until the prison decided to have her moved to a local hospital for further testing.  Knowing the date and time she was expected to be moved, I borrowed one of the ambulances from the hospital and picked her up myself.  There were two guards that accompanied her, but I gassed the back of the ambulance with nitrous oxide and temporally knocked them unconscious.  After that, I took her to Cecil’s house where he helped her recover.  She’s been there for almost three weeks, and Wyatt and Kyle just picked her up this evening.”

Kenneth displayed a frown as he listened to the story.  “That sounds like a lot of fuckin’ work.  And I’m surprised you were even able to pull off such a stunt.”

“It was risky, and I wasn’t sure if it was going to work myself.”

“If she was on death row, why didn’t you let them just kill her ass?”

A grave expression fell upon Missy’s face.  “Because the bitch didn’t deserve to die a painless death.”

Kenneth scrutinized Lisa as she lay on the floor.  “So, what are you planning on doin’ to her?”

Missy presented him with a figurine of a knight in shining armor.  “Something poetic.”

“What the hell is this?”

“It’s William’s toy.  The bitch had it standing on top of her suicide note.”

Confusion came over him as he held it up.  “And what are you gonna do with this?”

“You’ll find out in a couple of days.”

“Couple of days?”

Seth nodded.  “It’s gonna take that long to break her.”

“What does that mean?”

“I need her mentally and physically broken so she’ll do what needs to be done.”  Seth glanced at his watch, noting it was a little after eleven PM.  “Y’all can come back in forty-eight hours, and make it twelve AM sharp.”

Kenneth nodded toward Barry as he regarded Seth.  “Do you want me to take him back to my house?”

“Naw, he can stay here.  I have some shit work that needs to be done.”

Not being able to talk with his shock collar activated, Barry raised his mechanical arm, then held up the two-finger gripper.

Kenneth frowned.  “What the hell is he doin’?”

“Throwing me the bird.”

“Of course, he is.”

How to Catch a Predator

Jeff finally gathered his thoughts, stood up and walked over to the coffee table.

Randy glanced up at him as he remained on the floor.  “What are you doin’?”

“I’m gonna check the boxes to see if there are any instructions.”

“That’s fuckin’ stupid.  Someone made these to humiliate us.  Why in the fuck would they leave us some instructions?”

“We have to do something.  My dick is starting to hurt really bad, and I want this thing off before it causes more damage.”  When Jeff removed the bottom layer newspaper, he found the box empty.  “Dammit!  There’s nothing in here.”

“I told you.”

He started to walk away, but his eye caught a glimpse of a drawing mixed in with the newspaper.  “I think I found something, dude.”

“What is it?”

He unfolded the page and discovered an exploded diagram.  “I think it’s a blueprint of my doll.”

“Seriously?”

“It looks like it.”

Randy scurried over to his box and quickly found the same drawing intermingled with the layers of newspaper.  The page mimicked an actual section of the newspaper with a headline that read, How to Catch a Predator.  The center portion of the page featured an exploded view of the doll, and each of the separate parts displayed a number.  Sections of text surrounded the drawing: one described the listed parts, another looked to be a set of guidelines or instructions, and a third one appeared to be a manifesto.  Randy knew someone purposely disguised the page to blend in with the newspaper.  “Some sneaky fucker didn’t want us to find these when we first opened the boxes.”  With the headline titled, How to Catch a Predator, he knew the dolls were deliberately sent to him and Jeff.

Jeff felt nauseous as he examined the drawing.  “You were right, man.  Needles are binding our dicks inside the dolls.  Item number three shows there are seven of them, and they’re going all the way through our dicks from one end to the other.  And per the instructions, the needles engaged only at full penetration during ejaculation.”

“I’m sure they did.  Whoever did this is an evil motherfucker.  And for the record, I didn’t cum in the fuckin’ doll.”

“I didn’t either.”  Jeff continued scanning the paper.  “Number four shows the electrodes, and the directions say if the doll is tampered with, the parasite will receive an electrical shock.  And number five shows a heating element, and it says if the doll is submerged in liquid, the parasite will receive a burn.  And number six mentions that the parasite will get shocked if the doll is covered for concealment or to reduce its sound.”

“Well, we already figured that shit out.  And the parasite comment is starting to piss me off.”

“It’s pissing me off too; I’m not a fuckin’ parasite.”  A look of surprise came over Jeff as he studied the schematic diagram.  “I figured out why pee came out of your doll’s mouth.  The drawing shows a hose that runs from the end of the pocket pussy to the doll’s head, and the description refers to it as a urine tube.”

Randy seemed distracted and didn’t respond.

“Did you hear what I said about the urine tube?”

“Naw, man.  I’m reading a message from the asshole who sent me this doll.”

“What part are you looking at?”

“It’s at the very top of the page.”

Jeff began scanning the section.  “It’s going on and on about the lasting effects of sexual abuse and how child molesters are the parasites of society.”

“Skip past that bullshit and read the bottom portion.”

Jeff’s eyes narrowed as he read, Jeffery Hugo Blackmore, also known as Papa Smurf, lured five-year old Aiyden Neville Robinson from a playground using the temptation of candy.  He felt nauseated as the author described the explicit details of the sexual assault that took place in a nearby restroom.  He then learned Aiyden committed suicide at the age of fourteen after suffering from severe depression related to his molestation.  The last sentence read, This doll was handcrafted with love and dedicated to the memory of Aiyden Neville Robinson.  “What a fuckin’ asshole.  And he has me mixed up with someone else.  I didn’t do this shit.”

Randy’s page also went into detail about him molesting his ten-year old niece, which resulted in her impregnation at the age of twelve.  “Same here.  It talks about some shit I didn’t do either, and it’s dedicated to that lying whore.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.  I’ve already served time for something I didn’t do, and now this.”

“I know man.  I’m in the same boat you’re in.”

A frightful expression came over Jeff as he began studying the diagram again.  “Oh, fuck!  Check out number seven.”

Randy glanced at the drawing, observing number seven looked like a small cylinder with tiny hoses that ran to the needles in his penis.  “What the fuck is that?”

“The description says it’s a formaldehyde injection system.  The needles are perforated, and if the doll is X-rayed, scanned, frozen, heated, exposed to magnetism, including an electromagnetic pulse, or severely damaged, the chemical will be injected into the penis, resulting in a penectomy.”  He glanced at Randy with a grimace of terror etched across his face.  “Isn’t formaldehyde the same shit they use to embalm dead bodies?”

“Yeah.”

“And what the fuck is a penectomy?”

Randy quickly searched the internet on his phone.  “It’s where the penis is removed through surgery.”

“Oh, fuck!”

Out of concern, Randy searched the internet for the effects of formaldehyde on a living person.  “This is bad!  Real fuckin’ bad!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Formaldehyde causes living tissue to die, and accidental injections usually result in the removal of the contaminated flesh, or an appendage or limb to be amputated.”

“Then we won’t try to remove the dolls.”

“We can’t just leave them on our fuckin’ dicks.”

“I know that.  Maybe we can wait until the batteries go dead.”

“What does the directions say about the life of the batteries?”

Jeff scanned the drawing and located two batteries.  “There are two of them.  Number twelve and thirteen.”  He quickly read the description.  “It says the batteries are lithium-ion and they can last up to six weeks.”  The color drained from his face as he continued reading the description.

“Now what?”

“If the primary battery is drained, the formaldehyde injection system is automatically activated, which is powered by the second battery.”

Randy scowled.  “Of course, it is.  This shit is getting more fucked up by the minute.”

“It gets worse.  There’s also a countdown timer that will initiate the formaldehyde injection system.”

“Oh, shit!  How long do we have?”

“It just has a range between four hours to three days.”

“That’s fuckin’ vague.”

“Yeah, it is.  So, now what?”

“Well, it’s obvious we can’t just wait until the fuckin’ batteries go dead, or wait until the timers goes off, so I guess we’re gonna have to call 911.”

“I agree.  I don’t think we have a choice.  But what are we gonna say?”

“I have no idea.  The asshole who made these screwed us good.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it right now.  We just need to focus on what we’re gonna tell the cops.”

“I know.  But when I do get this shit off, I’m gonna find the fucker who did this to us.”

“I’m right there with ya.  So, do you want me to make the call, or do you wanna do it?”

Physically and mentally drained, Randy shrugged his shoulders as he grumbled in frustration.  “It doesn’t really fuckin’ matter.  Just do it and get it over with.”

Jeff dialed 911 and put his phone on speaker so Randy could hear.  A moment later, a female dispatcher answered.  “911, please state your emergency.”

“This is Jeff Blackmore.  Me and my roommate need….”

With the dolls wailing “child molester”, the dispatcher could barely hear him.  “Ma’am!  I’m having a hard time hearing you with the children in the background.  Can you please move to a quieter location?”

“First off, I’m not a woman, I’m a man.  And no, I can’t move to a different location.  The sound is coming from….”

“Ma’am!  I still can’t hear you.  Can you…”  The dispatcher paused for a moment.  “Hold up!  Why are the children yelling child molester?  Are they in immediate danger?”

Jeff raised his voice so the operator could hear him over the dolls.  “It’s not kids making the noise, it’s dolls.”

The phone went silent for a moment.  “Is this a prank?”

“No, it’s not a prank.  Someone snuck into our apartment and drugged us when we were asleep.  When we woke up, these dolls were attached to us and we need help getting them off.”

Randy gave him a thumbs up.  “Good excuse, bro.”

The dispatcher remained silent.

“Are you still there?”

“Misuse of 911 services, including making a false alarm or reporting false information, is a misdemeanor of the first degree.”

“I already told you this isn’t a damn prank.”

“Please explain your emergency again.  And speak louder so I can hear you.”

“I don’t know how to explain what’s happening because it’s embarrassing.  Can you just send the cops or an ambulance to our apartment?”

“I need to know the details of your emergency before I can dispatch an officer or medical services.”

“Like I said, someone snuck into our apartment and drugged us.  When we woke up, we found our penises stuck inside some dolls and we can’t get them off.  I think the person is some kind of pervert or something.”

The dispatcher hung up.

Jeff peered at Randy with an aggravated expression.  “The fuckin’ bitch hung up on me.”

“Call her ass back.”

Jeff dialed 911 again.

A male dispatcher answered.  “911, please state your emergency.”

“This is Jeff Blackmore.  I was just on the phone with y’all, but the call was dropped.”

“Please state your emergency.”

Jeff explained everything again, resulting in the dispatcher hanging up on him.  “What the fuck, bro?  They keep hanging up on me.”

“Call ‘em back, but this time don’t mention the dolls.  Just say I’m having a heart attack.  That will get their ass over here.”

“But they’ll still hear the fuckin’ the dolls and ask about them.”

“Just say it’s coming from the T.V. or something.”

He dialed 911 for the third time.

A woman answered.  “911, please state your emergency.”

“Yeah, this is Mr. Blackmore.  My roommate is having a heart attack.”

“Please hold.”  A moment later, an older man spoke.  “This is Rodney Pickett, supervisor of 911 services.  Please explain your emergency.”

“My roommate is having a heart attack.”

“Please speak louder.  I can’t hear you over the kids.”

Aggravated, Jeff shouted into the phone.  “I said my roommate is having a heart attack!”

“Sir!  This is your third time calling 911 services.  Reporting false information is a first-degree misdemeanor punishable by up to one year in jail and a thousand dollar fine.”

Jeff muted his phone and eyed Randy with a troubled expression.  “Dude.  If I lie about you having a heart attack, I could go to jail.”

“So, what.  It’s better than losing your dick.”

Jeff unmuted his phone.  “I’m not reporting false information.  This is a real emergency.  Please send the cops or an ambulance.”

“What is your full name and address?”

“Jeffery Hugo Blackmore.  301 Green Forest Trail in Jacksonville Heights, apartment 502.  Are you sending someone now?”

“An officer will contact you in a few days to issue a citation or make an arrest.”

“Hold up, man.  First off, I can’t wait that long.  And I’ve already told you I’m not reporting false information.”

The dispatcher hung up.

Anger engulfed Randy.  “What the fuck, man?  Call their asses back.”

“I’m not calling anymore.”

“This has turned into a fuckin’ clusterfuck.  And I can’t believe they’re not sending someone.”

“What the hell did you expect with all the racket these fuckin’ dolls are making?  And now I might be going to jail, and that’s your fault, asshole.”

“Don’t start your shit.  I was just trying to get us some help.”

“Well, the fuckin’ cops aren’t coming, so we’re gonna have to go to the hospital on our own.”

“There ain’t no way I’m leaving this apartment.”

“I’m not losing my dick, but you can do whatever you want.”  Jeff grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna put on some fuckin’ pants, then I’m going to the hospital.”  When he slid them up to his waist, a jolt of electricity shot through his groin, provoking him to jerk them back off.  “Fuck!  I just got shocked!”

“Are you serious?  We can’t even put on some fuckin’ pants?”

“I guess not.”  Jeff grabbed a hand towel from the kitchen.

“Now what are you doing?”

“I’m going to cover up the doll so no one can see it.”  When he draped the towel over his doll, another jolt of electricity shot through him.  “Dammit!  I got shocked again!”

“You dumbass.  The directions said if we try to conceal them that would happen.”

“Don’t call me a dumbass.”  Jeff grabbed his phone and requested a ride from Uber.  “I got a car coming.  It will be here in about fifteen minutes.  You can go to the hospital with me, or stay here, I don’t give a shit.”

Randy glanced at a clock and noted the time of 4:45 PM.  “Should we wait until dark?”

“My dick is starting to hurt really bad and I just wanna get to the hospital.”

“I guess if you’re going, I’ll go too.”

“Then take that creepy sex mask off your doll before we head out.  It makes you look like a deviant.”

“I’m a deviant?  Dude, your doll is a boy, and your dick is stuck in its ass.”

“I told you I accidentally rolled on top of it when I was asleep.”

“Whatever, dude.  I don’t want to argue.”  He began to remove the BDSM mask, but a shock radiated out from his groin.  “Dammit!  It lit me up when I tried to remove it.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to leave the damn thing on there.”

Remembering what happened the last time he tried to take an Uber, Randy held up a business card.  “Cancel your ride.  I’m gonna call Mack.”

“Who in the fuck is Mack?”

“He’s the Uber driver who gave me a ride home from the probation office.  The first two drivers wouldn’t even pick me up because of the damn sign.  If a sign freaked those fuckers out, what do you think will happen when they see these dolls?”

“I didn’t think of that.  Do you think he’ll give us a ride?”

“Yeah.  He’s a cool dude.”

“Then give him a call.”

Randy dialed the number several times, but it kept going straight to voicemail.  “He’s not picking up.”

Jeff glanced at his phone.  “I guess we can still take my Uber.  It’s only a few minutes away.”

Only wearing a t-shirt and flip-flops, a crippling amount of anxiety came over Randy as he supported his doll.  “Are we really leaving our apartment?  Everyone is going to see us.”

“We don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t know if I can do this, man.”

“Maybe we should hide our faces.”

“I was already thinking the same thing.  Let’s see what we can find.”

After searching the apartment for something to conceal their identity, Randy decided to use a brown paper bag.  He cut out holes for his eyes, then pulled the bag over his head.  “What do you think?”

“That will work, man.”  Jeff covered his head with a white pillowcase with holes cut out for his eyes.  “What about mine?”

With Jeff’s spiked hairdo, the top of the pillowcase came to a point.  “It looks like you’re wearing one of those Klan hoods.”

He pushed down on the top of the pillowcase a couple of times.  “Did that fix it?”

“Naw, man.  You got too much gel in your hair.”

“Fuck it.”

“Dude!  We’re in the fuckin’ ghetto.  You can’t go outside wearing that shit in this neighborhood.”

“I don’t have time to change it; the driver is almost here.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.  You know this is embarrassing as fuck, right?”

“Let’s just head down to the parking lot and get it over with.”

“But what if the driver takes off on us?”

“I’ve already thought of that.  I’m gonna run to the car and get in before they do.”

“Good idea.  But what if they refuse to drive us?”

Jeff grabbed a knife from the kitchen.  “Then I’ll make them.”

“Dude!  Your ass will definitely be going to jail if you do that.”

“Like you said, it’s better than losing my dick.”

“Are we really doing this?”

“Yep.  And it’s time to go, so let’s get the fuck out of here.”  Jeff took off out the front door followed by Randy.

Ride the Tin Man

Two days later around midnight, Kenneth, Wyatt, and Kyle entered the building.  A moment later, Barry came driving up in his mechanical contraption.  “Hey, guys.”

Kenneth noticed that Barry appeared distraught.  “What the hell is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re actin’ weird.”

Wyatt laughed.  “Yeah, you’re not being your normal smartass self.”

“I’m just feelin’ a little depressed.”

“Did somethin’ happen?”

“Not really.”  He spun his contraption around.  “Follow me.”  Barry led them through a corridor adorned with rusted meat hooks suspended from the ceiling.  The air in the old slaughterhouse carried the scent of past death, and the atmosphere hung heavily, radiating an unsettling undertone.

Eventually, they arrived in a large chamber illuminated by candles.  In the center of the room, Kenneth’s gaze fell upon a life-sized replica of a knight-in-shining-armor, sprawled on its back across the floor.  The knight appeared to be antique, made of sheet metal, and around six foot tall.  Resembling the type of metal sculpture often found as a yard decoration or outside an army surplus store, the knight lay on a red satin sheet while encircled by an arrangement of candles.  A pair of candle rows extended from the figure to a doorway roughly thirty feet away.  Rose petals adorned the floor both around him and along the pathway, creating a fragrant carpet, while a lone camera positioned on a tripod stood a few feet away.

Barry came to a stop next to a row of chairs.  “Seth set up some chairs for y’all.”

Taking a seat beside Wyatt, Kenneth observed that the atmosphere carried a sense of solemnity.  “Damn.  This feels like a funeral.”

Wyatt agreed.  “Yeah, it does.”

Seated on the opposite side of Wyatt, Kyle experienced a wave of unease.  “Or an execution.”

A shadow of gloom and melancholy descended upon them, casting a pall over their spirits.

A few minutes later, Seth approached wearing blue medical scrubs stained in blood, an aura of fatigue clinging to him.  “Listen, guys.  This is going to be pretty fucked up, and I’m reconsidering if you should even be here.”

Kenneth’s eyes narrowed.  “What the hell does that mean?”

“I’m not sure if you’re gonna have the stomach for it.”

A slight amount of irritation came over him.  “Bullshit.  I’m not a fuckin’ pussy.  I’ve seen plenty of sick shit, and I doubt this will be any worse.”

“Well, you’ve been warned, so I don’t want to hear it if you get traumatized.”

“That ain’t gonna happen.”

Wyatt’s gaze fixated on Seth’s bloodstained garments before shifting to his weary and exhausted eyes.  “You look tired.”

“Yeah, Missy and I have been up for forty-eight hours straight.”

“What the heck did y’all do to her?”

“We had to break her mentally and physically, so she’ll do what needs to be done.”

“What does that mean?”

“Let’s just say, she’s ready to die.”

“Oh.”  Wyatt glanced at the knight as candles surrounded him.  “What’s the deal with the tin man?”

“It’s just another part of her atonement for what she did to her kids, like poetic justice.”

“Is it really gonna be that bad?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe it’s just me.  I haven’t slept in a couple of days.”

“Whatever is going to happen, I can handle it.  The bitch deserves to suffer.”

“Okay.  I’m gonna go get with Missy so we can get started.”  Exhausted, Seth lumbered down the candle-lit path, gradually vanishing into the obscurity ahead.

As the men waited with a mix of apprehension and curiosity, Wyatt cast a quick glance at Kenneth and Kyle.  “What the hell do you think they’re gonna do to her?”

Kenneth shrugged his shoulders.  “I have no idea, man, but it can’t be worse than the other shit we’ve seen, so I don’t know why Seth came out here and treated us like we’re a bunch of bitches.”

Kyle scrutinized the knight as he lay on the floor, then gazed at Barry.  “What are they planning on doin’ with that statue?”

“I don’t know.  They didn’t tell me.”

“You must know something.  And you’re acting weird, like something is bothering you.”

“They haven’t said shit to me, and they wouldn’t even let me in the room where they’re holding Lisa.  But I did hear her scream and beg for two days straight.  She kept screaming and screaming, and I never thought it was going to end.  I guess that’s what got me feelin’ down.”

“Oh, shit.  I wonder what they did to her.”

“I don’t know.  But she was begging to die towards the end.”

Suddenly, the song Unchained Melody began softly playing, casting a haunting ambiance throughout the room.  Perched at the edge of their seats, the trio of men watched in hushed anticipation as Barry hung in his contraption.  With wide eyes, they held their silence, bracing themselves for whatever was about to unfold.

Emerging from the darkness, three people eased their way into the beginning of the candle-lit path.  Robed in black cloaks with hoods, Missy and Seth stood on each side of Lisa as she adorned a white wedding dress, her head covered in a veil.  It appeared she could barely walk as Missy and Seth provided support, their arms gently encircling her arms.  On the other side of Seth, he maneuvered an I.V. stand with multiple bags of blood with hoses that ran to Lisa’s wrist, while Missy held a large carving knife in her free hand.

After a short distance, they paused and began removing Lisa’s wedding dress and veil.  Once unclothed, the men gasped in disbelief when they saw her nude form, her once vibrant red hair now gone, lips sewn together, eyelids removed, and thousands of stitched incisions covered every portion of her body.  About one inch in length and spaced a quarter of an inch apart, these incisions, stitched closed with thick black thread, completely covered her shaved head, face, neck, torso, breasts, and limbs.  Stitches even lined her fingers and toes, covered the bottom of her feet, encircled her ears, and dotted the whites of her eyeballs.  A sewn gash ran from her shoulders to the center of her chest, then down to her groin, similar to a Y incision performed during an autopsy.

As Seth clenched Lisa’s arm, her frantic heartbeats pulsed through his fingers, and the disconcerting rhythm of her panicked breath reverberated in his ear.  Amid the haunting notes of Unchained Melody enveloping the room, Missy’s voice pierced the air with a chilling announcement as they advanced forward, “Dead woman walking!”

Following that chilling proclamation, Seth sensed Lisa’s heart momentarily falter, a faint, desperate whimper escaping from her quivering lips, her mind consumed by the horrifying reality of her impending doom.  As they slowly ventured forth along the path aglow with flickering candles and padded with rose peddles, Lisa’s anguished moans reverberated, each step a symphony of suffering, her stitched body a canvas of torment.  It took several agonizing minutes for Lisa to traverse the thirty-foot path, her stitched feet leaving bloody footsteps in her wake.  When they approached the knight, Seth and Missy helped Lisa stand over him, placing a foot on each side of his waist, while facing toward his head.  Missy then knelt and shoved the handle of the large carving knife into a hole in the tin man’s crotch.  She rotated the knife, and when its razor-sharp blade faced forward, a latching mechanism made a snapping sound as it locked it into place.

A nauseated feeling swept over the men as they observed the size of the knife, its blade stretching about fourteen inches in length, its base expanding to three inches in width.  Then to their absolute horror, as soon as Seth and Missy stepped away, Lisa didn’t hesitate as she squatted downwards and shoved the knife inside her pussy, instantly splitting her vagina down the center from her clit to the top of her uterus.  After enduring two days of relentless torment and suffering more agony than she ever thought possible, she was not only ready to die, but longed for it.  As she began riding the tin man, she wailed muffled screams through her stitched lips as the knife ravaged and mutilated her innards.  Her gaping wound flowed with crimson, seeping relentlessly onto the cold, unforgiving metal of the tin man beneath.  The blood snaked its way across her metallic lover with an unsettling deliberation, weaving a sinister dance of scarlet rivulets that trailed and merged, forming a grotesque canvas of suffering.  Each drop seemed to echo a disturbing rhythm, as the tin man’s suit of armor absorbed the macabre offering.

When the knife came piercing through the skin on her lower back, Kenneth leapt from his chair and began dry heaving.  He struggled to suppress the rising urge to vomit, but when he detected the sound of the blade scraping against her tailbone intertwined with her grizzly moans of agony, he couldn’t hold back any longer and began vomiting.

Within seconds, the blade had butchered Lisa’s female organs, sliced open her bladder, and mutilated her intestines.  Experiencing an overwhelming about of pain combined with a surge of adrenaline, she ripped the stitches from her lips, and as she wailed a bloodcurdling scream, urine, feces, blood, and ravaged pieces of flesh gushed from the gaping hole between her legs, covering the tin man’s waist and engulfing the air with an overpowering and repulsive stench, an amalgamation of acrid and nauseating notes that arose from the mingling of various body fluids.  The odor hung heavily, reminiscent of a dumpster filled with putrefying meat, stale blood, and swarming maggots, clinging to the atmosphere like an unwelcome shroud and a testament to the raw, bodily essence of life.  As blood drained from her gaping wound, the bags of blood hanging from the I.V. stand steadily deflated as they attempted to replenish her body.

Wyatt and Kyle sat in stunned silence as the blade came slicing through the front of her lower abdomen, creating a huge opening from her vagina to her belly button.  As her abdominal cavity lay wide open, her ravaged female organs, detached bladder, and large sections of mutilated intestines spilled out of the cavernous wound and onto the tin man before sliding to the floor.  From her wound, warm jets of blood erupted, showering the tin man in a gruesome spray, transforming him into a canvas of gore and dulling the once-gleaming armor to a coppery hue.

Then a wheezing sound began emanating from Lisa’s chest, the result of the knife puncturing one of her lungs, and as she gulped for air like a fish out of water, blood came pouring from her mouth and nostrils.  A moment later, her lifeless body fell forward and slumped against the tin man.  While the song Unchained Melody cast a somber atmosphere over the grim scene, Seth quickly pulled her onto the floor, laying her on her back, as Missy brought over an emergency crash cart.  As lights began illuminating the room, Seth and Missy feverishly worked to control Lisa’s bleeding with clamps, sponges, and clotting agents.

Seth glanced up, noticing Kenneth was lying on his back behind the row of chairs.  “What’s wrong with Kenneth?”

Wyatt glanced over his shoulder.  “Oh, shit.  I knew he got sick, but I didn’t know where he went.”  He quickly rushed over to him and checked his vitals.  “I think he’s just passed out.”

“I warned his ass this would be too much for him to handle.”  Seth then noticed Barry and Kyle were missing.  “And where’s Spanky and Kyle?”

Wyatt shrugged his shoulders.  “They both rushed out of here.  I think they got sick too.”

About that time, Kenneth sat up.  “What the fuck?  Why am I on the floor?”

Seth laughed as he gave Lisa chest compressions.  “You said you weren’t a pussy, but your ass passed out.”

He stood to his feet, his voice laced with disbelief.  “Bullshit.  I didn’t pass out.”

“Hell, if you didn’t.”

A surge of queasiness overwhelmed him as he examined the blood-smeared knight, its waist and surrounding floor covered with mangled organs, entrails, blood, urine, and feces.  When his gaze shifted to Lisa’s ravaged body, he began to retch uncontrollably.  “Oh, my God!  How is she still alive?”

“She’s not, but we’re trying to bring her back.”

“Why?  Just let her die.”

Missy shook her head as she pumped a manual resuscitator.  “Hell no.  This bitch ain’t done suffering if I can help it.”

Suddenly, a gasp escaped Lisa’s lips as she startled awake.  Missy glanced at Wyatt as he stood off to the side with a disturbed expression.  “Go grab the gurney.”

Seth raised his hand, getting their attention.  “We can’t move her.  There’s way too much trauma done to her body, and she’s not going to survive much longer anyway.  And I’m surprised that she even woke up.”

A look of disappointment came over Missy.  “Dammit!”  She retrieved a knife from her waistband and began stabbing Lisa in the face, rupturing both eyeballs, shattering her teeth at the roots, and mutilating her flesh.  As Lisa wailed out her last breath of air, Missy buried the knife deep into her heart, leaving it in place as she rose to her feet.  “That ruthless bitch got off way too easy.”

“Naw, she’s burning in Hell now.”  As Seth lit a cigarette with his bloodstained hands, he noticed Kenneth was lying on the floor.  “Seriously?  His ass passed out again?”

Wyatt shrugged his shoulders.  “I guess.”

Seth laughed.  “What a pussy.”

FUBAR

Randy and Jeff lived on the third floor, and traversing the stairs deemed to be more difficult than first anticipated.  With the dolls throwing off their center of gravity, and with no hands available to hold onto the handrail due to supporting their dolls, the two perverts were forced to take slow and cautious steps to ensure they wouldn’t slip and fall.  To make the situation worse, the sound of the dolls shouting “child molester” not only resonated throughout the building, but also provoked some of the residents to come out of their apartments.  A few of the spectators just stood dumbfounded as they observed the perverted display, others began shouting obscenities and making threats.  The same reaction happened with people coming up the stairs; some fled in the opposite direction, others just stood off to the side in a state of confusion, and some became aggressive and were yelling vulgarities and making threats, specifically toward Jeff because of his white hood. 

About halfway down the staircase, the two perverts came upon several black men.  At first, the men just stood speechless, then anger swept over them when they noticed the dolls.  “What the fuck!?!  Check out these sick motherfuckers!”

Humiliated beyond belief, Randy didn’t say a word as he moved over to the side so he could go around them.  Jeff slid over and got behind Randy as he held his head down in shame.  As Jeff passed by the men, one of them snatched the pillowcase from his head and shouted, “I ought to beat your ass, punk!”

Now with Jeff’s head exposed, another man exclaimed, “The dude even looks like a fuckin’ child molester!”

With the situation becoming chaotic, Jeff bumped Randy in the back with the head of his doll.  “Hurry up, man!  They’re fixin’ to lose their shit!”

“I’m going as fast as I can!”

On the last staircase, Randy lost his footing and tripped.  His paper bag dislodged from his head as he tumbled down the steps like a sack of potatoes.  As his body flopped around, he desperately held onto his doll to prevent his penis from being ripped off.  To make the situation worse, the doll’s defense mechanism activated and began shocking him.  When he crashed onto the concrete floor at the bottom of the staircase, he immediately scrambled to his knees and began examining his crotch.  “Oh, fuck!  I think I tore my dick!”

“Get your ass up!  They’re coming after us!”

Tears and snot covered Randy’s face as he gazed up at Jeff.  “What?”

“They’re gonna fuckin’ kill us!  Run!”

Horror came over Randy when he glanced over his shoulder and spotted a group of men and two women brandishing weapons.  “Oh, Shit!”  He quickly rose to his feet and took off limping behind Jeff.

When they came to the parking lot, Jeff noticed their Uber was parked about a hundred feet away.  “I’m gonna jump in the car before they have a chance to take off.”  Right as he approached the vehicle, it sped away.

Randy came hobbling up with an aggravated expression.  “I told you this shit would happen.”

“Fuck!  I guess we need to go back to the apartment.”

“I can’t.  I tore my dick when I fell down the stairs and need to get to the hospital.”

Jeff noticed blood coated the inside of Randy’s legs.  “Oh, shit!  That’s bad!  But how are we gonna get there?”

“I guess we’re gonna have to walk.”

Jeff looked around, and being a little after 5 PM, he observed the streets and sidewalks were crowded with people heading home from work.  “The hospital is like two miles away, and the streets are crowded right now.”

“That’s why I wanted to go after dark, but you didn’t listen.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

As Jeff and Randy headed down a busy sidewalk in a low-income residential area, people were reacting in different ways; some were laughing, others were disgusted, frightened, and confused, and some were upset and shouting profanities and threats.  Cars were even stopping in the street as they gawked at the perverted display.  The further they traveled, the houses were being replaced by commercial buildings, and as the building grew in height, the area became more and more congested with people.  To make the situation worse, most of the spectators were recording the depraved exhibit with their phones.  After several more blocks, a mob formed and began following behind the men as they recorded and berated them.  Jeff and Randy didn’t say a word as a crippling amount of humiliation consumed every fiber of their being.  They could hear people making fun of them and how their videos were being livestreamed to different social media platforms.  With each step, the mob became more aggressive, eventually escalating to items being hurled at the two perverts ranging from food to rocks.  Some of the spectators even tried to grab the dolls, forcing Jeff and Randy to fend off their attackers by kicking at them.  With the situation turning violent, the perverts began jogging as hundreds of people followed behind them.

After traveling several more blocks, a bicycle cop came riding up and blocked their path.  He couldn’t believe his eyes as he gazed upon two weirdos holding dolls against their nude crotches.  Randy’s red dreadlocks, Jeff’s likeness to the cartoon character Papa Smurf, and the dolls wailing “child molester” only exacerbated the bizarre situation.  “What the hell is going on here!?!”

A feeling of relief washed over Randy.  “Sir!  Thank God you’re here!  We need your help.”

Befuddled, the cop let his bicycle fall to the sidewalk as he drew his firearm from its holster.  “You two sickos need to get your hands up!”

“We can’t.”

“I said get your fuckin’ hands up!”

Jeff cried out in a high-pitched and panic-stricken voice.  “We can’t let go of them, sir!  Our penises are stuck inside them!”

“I can see that, you pervert.”  He motioned toward the ground with his firearm.  “I need y’all to get on your knees.  And you better not take your hands off those creepy-ass dolls.”

Randy and Jeff complied as they dropped to their knees.  “We won’t.  And can you please call an ambulance?”

Not sure how to handle the bizarre situation, the cop keyed up on his radio.  “This is Officer Harris.  I have a FUBAR (fucked up beyond all recognition) situation down here on the corner of Laura and Adams and need some backup.”

A dispatcher responded.  “Ten four.  I’m sending some units now.”

The cop studied the crowd of people that encircled him and the two perverts, noting half of them were outraged and shouting profanities and threats.  There were so many onlookers gathered around in a circle, it reminded him of fights that took place in the schoolyard back when he was kid.  “I need everyone to move back!”  With the large number of spectators flocked so tightly together, he quickly realized the inner rows couldn’t move backwards.  “I need everyone in the back to start moving backwards!”

Observing the majority of the spectators were holding out their phones, Randy gazed up at the officer with a troubled expression.  “Please make them stop recording us.”

“That should be the least of your worries, pervert.  And you need to shut those damn dolls up before the situation gets out of hand.”

“We can’t.  They shock us if we try to mess with them.”

“You and your friend sure got some balls doing this perverted shit out in the open like this.”

“This isn’t our fault, sir.  Someone did this to us and we’re just trying to get to the hospital.”

About that time, a shoe came flying through the air and struck Randy in the face, prompting not only laughter from the crowd, but inciting some of the spectators to become more aggressive.  The cop keyed up on his mic again.  “This is Officer Harris.  The situation is getting out of control.  I need backup ASAP.”

The dispatcher responded.  “They’re already en route and should be there shortly.”

Knowing if he didn’t take control of the situation, the mob could become violent.  With some of the more aggressive individuals wanting to see Randy and Jeff chastised, his only option was to show a display of aggression and arrest the two perverts.  “Get your asses on the ground and put your hands behind your back!  You’re both under arrest!”

A frown came over Randy.  “Why!?!  We haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Indecent exposure and inciting a riot.  Now get your ass on the ground, asshole!”

“Inciting a riot?  I’m the one who got hit with a fuckin’ shoe.”

Becoming frustrated, the cop shoved them to the ground.  “I said get on the fuckin’ ground, dumbass!  I’m trying to deescalate the situation!”

Randy and Jeff couldn’t get on their stomachs due to the dolls, so they lay on their sides as Officer Harris handcuffed their arms behind their backs.  Once the two perverts were secured, he addressed the mob.  “They have been placed under arrest, so I need everyone to go on about their business!”

They ignored his command as they continued shouting profanities and threats.  Without warning, a fat woman wearing a bright-yellow shirt lunged from the crowd and grabbed Jeff’s doll.  He wailed at the top of his lungs as she began dragging him across the sidewalk by his dick.  As people attempted to grab Randy’s doll, he rolled onto his back and began kicking at them from the ground.  His new position also created a lot of tension on his penis as his doll hung off the side of his waist.  Terrified, he began yelling at the cop for help.  “Please get them away from me!”

To Jeff’s confusion, the woman took off with his doll and quickly disappeared into the crowd.  When he glanced down at his crotch, a grimace of terror came over him when he saw blood spewing from his crotch.  “Oh, my God!  She pulled off my fuckin’ dick!”

A wave of horror washed over Randy as he frantically kicked at his attackers.  “Do something, man, before they pull my dick off too!”

Also shocked that Jeff’s penis was ripped from his body, the cop removed a can of pepper spray from his duty belt and aimed it at some of the aggressors.  “Get back before you get sprayed!”

About that time, numerous cops came rushing into the inner circle.  At first, they just stood dumbstruck as they gazed at Randy and his doll.  Then their eyes grew huge when they saw Jeff’s blood-soaked crotch and missing penis.  Officer Harris pointed at the two perverts and shouted, “Get them out of here!”

As a handful of cops created an opening, two officers escorted Jeff through the crowd as he exclaimed, “Please find that fat bitch!  She has my fuckin’ dick!”

Another officer tried to help Randy to his feet, but with his hands secured behind his back he couldn’t support his doll.  “I can’t stand up!  My dick is stuck inside the doll!  Can you carry it for me!?!”

The cop glared at Officer Harris.  “I’m not touching his damn doll.”

Aggravated, Officer Harris quickly removed the handcuffs.  “Get your ass out of here!”

Randy grabbed his doll and took off limping.  Without hesitating, the cops shoved the perverts into the back of an ambulance.  Officer Harris climbed in after them, and as they closed the door, Jeff cried out one last plea, “Please find my dick so I can have it sewn back on!”

A wave of relief came over Randy when the vehicle began moving.  “Thank God that’s over!  I thought I was a goner there for a moment.”

Jeff glared at him as a female paramedic held gauze to his crotch.  “Thank God?  I got my dick ripped off, man.”

“I know, dude.  But don’t worry.  I’m sure the cops will find it and bring it to the hospital.”

Jeff eyed Officer Harris as he sat next to Randy.  “Hey, man.  Please radio your cop buddies and tell them to find that fat bitch.  She’s wearing a bright-yellow shirt with cats printed on it.”

“You two are some stupid motherfuckers.  And you better be lucky that’s all that happened to you.”

Randy could see the disgust on the paramedic’s face as she applied pressure to Jeff’s wound.  “Some sick bastard knocked us unconscious and did this to us.  We’re just innocent victims of a crime.”

She glanced at his doll as it wailed child molester.  “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but I can tell by your face what you’re thinking.”

Officer Harris elbowed Randy in the side.  “Sit there and be quiet, perv, and let the lady do her job.”

When they arrived at the emergency room, hospital staff moved Randy and Jeff into wheelchairs, then rolled them into the building.  Randy couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the waiting area was full of men with dolls hanging from their crotches, and the sound of ‘child molester’ completely engulfed the room.  There were even Hispanic men with dolls that yelled out the phrase, “Abusador de niños!”  Doctors, nurses, and police officers were chaotically running around as numerous dolls declared everyone in the room was a child molester.

To Randy’s surprise, he saw Mack sitting across the room.  With all the dolls in the room making so much racket, he leaned close to Jeff and yelled, “See that dude with a beard sitting next to the reception area?”

Jeff nodded.  “Yeah.”

“That’s Mack, my Uber driver I was telling you about earlier.”

When Mack noticed Randy and Jeff were staring at him, he came rolling up in a wheelchair.  “Hey, man.  Can you believe this shit is happening?”

Randy pointed at his own ear.  “I can’t hear you.”

Mack rolled closer to him, then raised his voice as he repeated himself.  “Can you believe this shit is happening?”

“Hell, no.  It’s fucked up.”  Randy’s eyes traveled to a doll sitting in Mack’s lap.  “Damn, dude.  Someone sent you one too?”

“Yep.  My dumbass fell for it hook, line, and sinker.  And apparently, thousands of these dolls were sent to people across the country by Seth Coker.”

“Who in the fuck is that?”

“You know, that vigilante dude that’s always on the news.”

His eyes opened wide with disbelief.  “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you know that?”

He pointed at a wall-mounted T.V.  “It’s all over the news.”

Randy noticed the news confirmed Mack’s story, stating thousands of boobytrapped dolls were sent to convicted child molesters across the country by a vigilante known as Seth Coker.  The news stated hospitals across the country were being flooded by men who fell victim to the mischievous stunt.

Anger washed over Jeff as he glared at the screen.  “This wasn’t a mischievous stunt.  It was a cruel and sadistic assault.  And because of it, I got my fuckin’ dick ripped off.”

Randy grabbed Jeff’s shoulder.  “It’ll be alright, man.  The doctors can sew it back on and you’ll be good as new.”

“Yeah, if they can find the damn thing.”

“I’m sure the cops are looking for it as we speak.”

“They better be.”

Randy glanced around the room and observed the facial expressions on the other men as their dolls wailed child molester.  He could see the humiliation plastered across their faces as they waited for a doctor.  Feeling ashamed, he eyed Mack with a troubled expression.  “I didn’t have sex with this doll.  I was trying to take it apart and accidentally got myself stuck inside it.”

Equally mortified, Jeff lowered his head.  “I accidentally rolled on top of mine when I was asleep.”

Mack shrugged his shoulders.  “I ain’t gonna lie.  I fucked the damn thing.  It is what it is.”  He glanced at a sheet covering Jeff’s waist.  “How did you lose your penis, bro?”

“When I was in handcuffs, some cat lady grabbed the doll and ripped it from my body.”

His eyes grew huge as medallions.  “Oh, shit!  That’s messed up, dude!”

“That bitch better hope I don’t find her ass.  And I’m gonna sue that cop for violating my rights and not protecting me when I was in his custody.”

“I don’t blame you, man.  And you’re not the only one that’s happened to.  Several men have come in here with missing dicks.  I’m not sure if someone else did that to them, or if they did it to themselves, but they’re with the doctors right now.”

“Do you know what the wait time is to see a doctor?”

“Those guys got to go back pretty quick, but that was before the waiting room got full.”

“How long have you been in here?”

“About two hours.”

His eyes opened wide.  “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

Frustration came over Randy.  “Why is it taking so damn long?”

“I’ve overheard some of the nurses mention that the doctors don’t know how to remove the dolls.  When they X-rayed or scanned them, some type of chemical was injected into their dicks.  Same thing happened when they tried to open the dolls.  And apparently, the doctors had to amputate their dicks because of the chemical.”

“It’s formaldehyde.”

“How do you know that?”

Randy pulled a sheet of paper from his sock.  “Did you not find the schematics that came with your doll?”

“Naw, man.  I drove straight here after the damn thing latched onto my dick.”

“They need to hurry their asses up.  I’m almost to the four-hour mark and my timer could go off.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The dolls have countdown timers that will automatically inject the formaldehyde into our dicks.”

Up to this point, Mack didn’t seem too concerned with his situation.  He assumed the doctors would eventually find a way to remove the dolls.  But now realizing the dolls possessed a timer, he became worried.  “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.  It’s in the schematics.”

“How long do we have?”

“It’s between four hours and three days.”

“That’s vague as fuck.”

“I said the same thing.  And I’m almost to the four-hour mark.”

Mack glanced at the time displayed on his cellphone.  “Damn!  It’s been almost six hours for me.  You need to give your schematics to the doctors and tell them about the timers.  It might also help them find a way to remove the dolls.”

“That’s a good idea.”  Randy rolled his wheelchair over to the reception desk and held out his schematics.  “Can you give this to the doctors?  It’s a schematic diagram of my doll.”

The nurse displayed a look of revulsion as she shook her head.  The sight of numerous men sitting in wheelchairs with dolls perched in their laps not only appalled her, but the chaotic sound of ‘child molester’ echoing out was almost too much to bear.  Randy’s peculiar appearance combined with his doll wearing a BDSM mask only disgusted her further.  “They already have several copies.  Please go back to where you were sitting.”

“But my copy might be different, and it could help them find a way to remove it.”

She snatched the paper from his hand as she grumbled to herself, “It’s what you get for fucking kids.”

“What did you say?”

“I said it’s what you get for fucking kids, pervert.”

“You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Please go away before I call security.”

Randy rolled up to Jeff and Mack with an aggravated expression.  “I gave it to that bitch over there, but she said the doctors already have several copies.”

Mack shrugged his shoulders.  “That’s a good thing, so there’s no reason to be upset.”

“I’m not pissed about that.  She called me a pervert and said this is what I get for fucking kids.”

“Wow!  What a cunt.  You need to file a complaint against her ass.”

“I am when this is over.”

Suddenly, everyone became quiet in the waiting room as the dolls continued repeating child molester.  Randy and Jeff noticed the news was displaying videos taken by people from all over the country.  The clips were collected by the news channel from various social media platforms, meaning people from around the world were not only seeing, but sharing the videos, creating an enormous amount of humiliation for the perverts who fell victim to Seth Coker’s antics.  The videos displayed men with dolls chaotically running down streets and sidewalks with people chasing after them.  Some scenes showed mobs of people beating men, ripping dolls from their bodies, and in some of the more violent scenes, men were being stabbed, shot, and set on fire.

Mack couldn’t believe his eyes when the next video began playing.  “Holy, shit!  That’s y’all!”

Humiliation engulfed Randy and Jeff as they watched themselves on T.V. being chased down the street by a mob of people.  The next scene showed them laying on the ground handcuffed as the heavy-set woman tugged on Jeff’s doll.  Anger swept over Jeff as he glared at the screen.  “There’s the fuckin’ cat lady who ripped off my dick!”

Randy shook his head as he watched the scene unfold.  “This is embarrassing as fuck.”

Mack nodded.  “Yeah, it is.”  He eyed Jeff.  “But it’s also a good thing.  Now that the cops know what she looks like, they’ll be able to find her and get your dick back.  And they can also use this video as evidence against her.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I am, bro.”

When the next clip began playing, frustration came over Jeff.  “There’s that bitch again!  And she’s got my fuckin’ dick!”

In the video, Randy spotted a heavy-set woman wearing a bright-yellow shirt covered in cats.  As she stood in front of a group of people, she held up a doll while everyone cheered.  “What a cunt!”

Jeff’s eyes narrowed when he saw three cops standing next to her.  To make the situation worse, the cops were posing with their weapons same as hunters pose next to their kill.  “Hold up!  Why are the fuckin’ cops just standing there!?!  They should be arresting her and bringing my dick to the hospital.”

“I know, man.  That’s really fucked up.”

Grief came over Jeff as his eyes filled with tears.  “That means I’m not going to get my dick back.  How can I go on living without it?”

Being a man himself, Randy knew how devastating it would be to lose his manhood.  “I’m sure the doctors can give you a prosthetic or something.”

Jeff began sobbing like a baby as he covered his face.  “You know that won’t be the same.”

It's Only Make Believe

A couple of days later, Seth drove a wheelchair-accessible short bus to a secluded ranch house in Dripping Springs, a small town located on the west side of Austin, Texas.  He parked inside a barn, then glanced to the back where Barry sat sulking in his mechanical contraption.  “Are you comin’ in, or you gonna stay out here and pout?”

“I’m not poutin’.  You’re just a sorry motherfucker for what you did to me.  I hate you so bad right now.”

“Stop whinin’.  It’s what you get for actin’ like an asshole.”

“Whatever, dude.  And I’m not leavin’ this fuckin’ bus.  And speaking of bus, you got some balls drivin’ me around in this thing.  And you might think it’s funny now, but you’ll be the one whinin’ after some Karen calls the cops.”

“Are you comin’ in or not?”

“No.”

“Suit yourself, pouter.  And you will be part of show and tell later, so get your attitude in check.”  Seth went into the house, finding Justin, also known as the Milkman, or more recently as Otis, sitting at a computer.  “How’s it going?”

He handed Seth a piece of paper with a list of names and times.  “I’ve got these perverts coming at those times.”  Over the last several months, Justin pretended to be a kid, portraying a boy or girl depending on the predator’s preference, on social media websites, chat rooms, and gaming apps, where he engaged with pedophiles.

Seth scrutinized the paper, noting six names.  “Good, and I see you were able to get Johnny Moore.  Spanky is gonna be pissed.”

“I’m sure he will be.”

Seth laughed when he read the fourth name on the list, Billy Ray Monroe.  “I’m glad to see you were able to lure Panty Man here.  I told that stupid fucker I’d be turning his ass into a monster.”

“And he’s driving all the way from Monte Vista, Colorado.”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ perverts never cease to amaze me.”

A saddened expression came over Justin.  “You know I’ve changed.  I’m not that person anymore.”

“That’s because you have an udder instead of a dick, otherwise, you’d still be out there fuckin’ kids… and cows.”

“That’s not fair.  And how long are you gonna hold that against me?”

“Just be glad I’m lettin’ you make up for what you did instead of the alternative.”

“I am.  I swear.  You’ve taught me a lesson and made me a better human being.”

“Don’t patronize me.  If you didn’t have that explosive collar around your damn neck, you would have already gone to the police.”

“That’s not true.  And speaking of my collar.”  He grasped a thick, metal ring encircling his neck that incorporated not only explosives, but also a GPS tracking device, a microphone, and cameras.  “How much longer do I have to wear this?”

“Probably until you’re dead.”

Outside, Kenneth and Wyatt pulled into the barn.  When Kenneth stepped out of the car, he shook his head as he scrutinized Seth’s yellow short bus.  “What the hell?  I can’t believe he’s drivin’ that shit around.”

Wyatt chuckled upon noticing hand-painted block letters on the side of the bus that spelled out RETARD BUS.  “That crazy motherfucker.  He must have done that to piss off Barry.”

Kenneth frowned.  “Fuck Spanky.  I ain’t in no mood to put up with his shit today.”

“Just ignore his ass.”  Wyatt glanced at his watch.  “We better get on in there.  We’re already twenty minutes late.”

Once inside the house, Seth handed them the list of names.  “Otis was able to get six pervs for this evening.  The first one will be here at four PM, which is in about two hours.”  Since Justin fucked a cow, resulting in Seth giving him an udder, the moniker “Otis” was bestowed upon him and based on the character Otis the cow from the television series Back at the Barnyard.

Kenneth analyzed the list for a moment.  “So, what’s the game plan?”

“It’s simple.  As these fuckers arrive, Otis will lure them into the house with the voice generator.  Once inside, I’ll fuck with them for a little bit, then when I say they’re on the show Scumbags Gone Wild, you can take their ass out.  After we have them restrained, I need you to get their keys and move their vehicle to the barn.”  Seth glanced at Wyatt.  “And you need to get their phone and put it inside the Faraday bag to block the signal.  And make sure they don’t have more than one phone.  When these fuckers come up missing, we don’t want the cops tracking them here.”  Seth scrutinized the list of names.  “The first three to show up will be Shawn, Luke, and Toby.  We’re gonna fuck them up here.  But I’m not sure yet what I’m gonna do with the last three, Billy, Gloria, and Johnny.”  Seth handed Kenneth a photo of a man.  “That’s Shawn O’Brien.  He’s the fucker coming at four.”

Kenneth observed Shawn appeared to be an older slender man, the top of his scalp devoid of hair with gray locks cascading down the sides and back.  His elongated face featured a scruffy beard, and his eyes exuded a deep and pensive darkness.  “What a creepy lookin’ fucker.  And how old is this dude?”

“Sixty-three.”

“Seriously?  He’s comin’ to hook up with a thirteen-year-old?”

“Yep.  He’s just beggin’ for it.”

At that moment, the doorbell rang.  Wyatt’s eyes widened, a look of apprehension sweeping over him.  “Oh, shit!  Someone is here.  Should we hide?”

Seth peeked out the window.  “It’s fuckin’ Spanky.”

“Spanky?  Why is he outside?”

“I left him in the bus because he was pouting.”  Seth jerked open the door.  “Get in here before someone sees you, dumbass.”

Barry displayed a look of irritation as sweat dripped him his face and body.  “Dude!  I can’t believe you left me in the fuckin’ bus.  It was hot as fuck in there!”

“That was your fault.  I told your ass to come in, but you were pouted up.”

When he drove through the door, Wyatt erupted into laughter.  “Holy shit!  What the hell did you do to him?”

Barry’s eye narrowed as his mechanical one zoomed in and out.  “Yeah, yeah.  Get it out of your system.”  Perched atop Barry’s head sat a pair of butt cheeks adorned with a red thong.  Fresh stitching ran around the newly transplanted body part where it joined with the skin on the sides of his cranium.

A surge of disbelief washed over Kenneth as he beheld the unsettling scene.  His gaze then shifted to the butthole situated in the center of Barry’s forehead.  “Damn, Seth.  That’s fucked up.”

“That’s what he gets for actin’ like an asshole the other night.”

As Barry’s mechanical contraption held his limbless torso in the upright position, Kenneth glanced at his rear end, observing it was flat like a pancake and covered in long hair.  “Is that his freakin’ scalp?”

“Yep.”

“How does he take a shit?”

“See that plastic cap in the center of his bald spot?”

Kenneth noticed a white cap protruding from a bald area in the center of the hair.  “Yeah.”

“That’s a colostomy port.”

“That’s fuckin’ nasty.”

Barry drove over to a window AC unit and began taking in the cool air.  “You guys are a bunch of assholes.”

Seth lit a cigarette.  “Don’t start talkin’ shit.”

“I told you I didn’t want to come, you fuckin’ prick.”

“Keep running your mouth and see where it gets you.”

“There’s nothing else you can do to me, so fuck you.”

“I can reroute your colon to the pucker hole on your forehead.”

“That’s impossible.”

“You wanna find out?”

Barry gritted his teeth as he looked down.  “You’re such a fuckin’ prick.”

“What was that?  I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I said, I’m sorry for being such a fuckin’ dick.”

“That’s what I thought, Butthead.  And when the perverts get here, you better be ready for show and tell.”

Wyatt erupted into laughter.  “Butthead!  That’s funny as shit.”

“That’s his new nickname.”

Barry glared at Seth as his eye narrowed in anger.  “I hate you so much right now.”

“It’s better than being called Shitface.  And if you keep runnin’ your pie hole, I’ll show you what I mean.”

Not wanting his colon redirected to his forehead, Barry turned his back toward Seth, and as he sulked, he grumbled under his breath.

“I can still hear you bitchin’.”

He began making a growling sound.

“You’re worse than a damn kid.”

Shortly before four PM, a late eighties, faded red, Volkswagen Jetta slowly crept by the house.  Seth lowered his binoculars from the window and glanced back at the others.  “Shawn is here.”

Kenneth peeped through the blinds and watched as the car slowly inched down the road.  “What the fuck is he doin’?”

“He’s patrollin’.”

“What does that mean?”

“He’s tryin’ to figure out if this is a setup.”

Kenneth laughed as he sung the lyrics from the song Ridin’ by Chamillionaire.  “They see me rollin’, they hatin’, patrollin’, and tryna catch me ridin’ dirty, tryna catch me ridin’ dirty.”

A moment later, the car pulled into the driveway and parked.  Seth motioned to Justin.  “Get ready.  The fucker is approaching the house.”

With a sense of caution, Shawn made his way towards the house, balancing a pizza box and a bottle of wine.  His attention was drawn to the front entrance, where he observed the main door ajar, while a screen door remained shut.  He approached the door and peeked in through the screen.  “Hello!”

A young female’s voice echoed out.  “Come on in!”

He cracked the door open and cautiously surveyed the inside, observing nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  “Where ya at?”

“I just got out of the shower.  I wanted my pussy to be extra clean for you.  And I took a laxative and cleaned out my ass in case you wanted a little anal action.”

Originally, Shawn felt anxious, knowing it was a common practice for the cops to lure sex offenders into traps, but after her crude, and somewhat disgusting remark, he not only felt at ease, but was fully aroused.  “Heck yeah, baby!  I’m down for that.”

He strolled into the kitchen and sat the pizza box and wine on an island counter.  “So, have you had anal sex before?”

“No.  But I want to try it.  My friends say it makes them cum so many times.  I hope you know how to fuck, because you’re gonna be in the ass all night long.”

Shawn’s dick was so hard that it appeared as if it could burst through his jeans at any moment.  Without delay, he peeled off his clothes, and as he stood butt naked in the kitchen with his erect penis sticking out like a flagpole, Seth casually emerged from a hallway, clad in a grim reaper costume, his face painted to resemble a skull.  “How’s it going, pervert?”

Shawn’s eyes grew huge as saucers as he quickly covered his genitals with the pizza box.  “Who are you?”

Seth laid a scythe on the countertop, the blade making a screeching sound as it slid against the granite.  “Relax.  We’re just gonna talk for now.”

“Uh…”  His gaze darted around the room, fully aware that he had been caught red-handed, especially after watching TV shows that busted sex offenders after luring them to a house.  “It’s not what you think.  I was just comin’ here to make sure Beth was safe.  I’m not sure if you know, but she’s been chattin’ online with older guys, and somethin’ bad could happen to her.  I just wanted to explain to her how dangerous that is.”

“And you needed to be naked to do that?”

“Uh…  I…”  He thought for a moment.  “I’m also meetin’ up with her mom.  She wanted me to do this, because she’s real kinky.”

“You’re an idiot.”  Seth pointed across the room.  “You can pick one now, or later.”

Shawn’s eyes traveled to where Seth indicated, then a wave of confusion came over him when he saw a row of coffins leaning upright against a wall.  They varied in type, crafted from materials such as wood, wicker, or metal, ranging from traditional toe pinchers to more modern designs.  With Seth dressed as the grim reaper, and now observing the coffins, Shawn didn’t know what to think.  “Are those Halloween props or somethin’?”

“Is it Halloween?”

“What?”

“Don’t watt me, you’re not a fuckin’ light bulb.”

“Uh, you lost me.”

“I asked you if it was Halloween.”

“Oh.  And no, it’s not.”

“Then you have your answer.”

“I don’t understand.  Is this a joke or somethin’?”

“No, there’s nothing funny about an old man wanting to fuck a thirteen-year-old, especially in her ass all night long.”

“Hold up, man.  I don’t know why she was saying that.  I already told you I came here to make sure she was safe and to hook up with her mom.  I’m not into kids.  I like older women.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah.  I’m not a pervert.”

Seth held up several documents.  “Then why did you rape your daughter and get busted three times for child pornography?”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Sure, you do.”  He slung the documents across the countertop.  “That’s your criminal record, jackass.  And the worst part is, your daughter is mentally retarded, you sick fuck.  And you got her pregnant when she was fourteen.” 

“You must have me confused with someone else.”

Seth tossed a white card next to the documents.  “You can fill that out now, or later.”

Shawn scrutinized the rectangular shaped card, observing a string dangled from one end.  “What the hell is that?”

“A toe tag.”

Between Seth’s costume, the presence of coffins, and now the addition of the toe tag, a feeling of unease washed over Shawn.  “You’re startin’ to freak me out.  Can I leave now?”

“Your ass ain’t going anywhere.”

“Hold up.  You can’t keep me here.  I know my rights.  And I know the cops are waitin’ for me outside, so I want to get the hell out of here.”

“First, let me explain who I am.”

“I already know who you are and what’s going to happen, so I want to get it over with.”

“I’m Seth Coker, also known as the Angel of Death.”

About that time, Justin came out of a doorway, butt naked, holding a large camera on his shoulder, followed by Barry with a microphone boom gripped in his robotic arm.  Shawn expected cameramen to reveal themselves, but the likes of Justin and Barry completely caught him off guard.  “What the hell?”

“What the hell is right, pervert, and you’re on Scumbags Gone Wild.”

On cue, Kenneth came barreling out of a hallway wearing a stocking over his head while wielding an axe.  Filled with panic, Shawn dropped the pizza box and made a dash for the front door.  Upon discovering Wyatt on the other side of the screen door, wielding a machete and donned in a goat man costume, he swiftly pivoted towards the back door.  A flood of relief surged through him as he forcefully swung it open.  However, the moment he stepped into the backyard, a mix of disbelief and horror came over him.  Before him stretched a row of newly dug graves, each accompanied by a mound of dirt and a tombstone.  The urge to escape coursed within him, yet a chain-link fence, adorned with concertina wire, encircled the backyard.  Before he could react, a tranquilizer dart stuck him in the neck, then his vision faded to black.

As Seth and Wyatt dragged Shawn into the house, Barry eyed Kenneth and laughed.  “Was the stocking the best you could come up with?”

“What are you babblin’ about, freak?”

“That was lame.  He wasn’t even afraid of you.”

“Bullshit.  He took off runnin’ scared.”

“That’s because he saw Otis.”

Justin shook his head.  “Naw, man.  When he saw your disgustin’ ass, he took off like a bat out of Hell.  And don’t call me Otis, Butthead.”

“Fuck you.  That’s not my name.  And I’m not disgustin’.”

“You’re sure in the fuck not handsome.”

“You got a lot of room to talk with that udder hangin’ from your crotch.”

While hog-tying Shawn, Seth grumbled.  “Y’all don’t start arguin’.”  Then he laughed.  “And both of you freaked him out.  You should have seen his eyes.  They opened wide as fuck when he saw y’all.”  He glanced at Kenneth.  “And that was lame.  I left you a bunch of costumes to choose from.  Why did you pick the stockin’?”

He shrugged his shoulders.  “I’m not wearin’ that dumb shit.”

“Come on, man.  Have some fun.”

Aggravated, Kenneth grabbed Shawn by the legs.  “Where do you want me to hide his ass?  Luke will be here in about twenty minutes.”

Seth pointed to a door.  “Stick him in that closet.”

Wyatt released the window blinds and glanced at Seth.  “He’s already here.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, unless it the cops drivin’ a Nissan Cube.”

“Well, hell yeah, then!  Let’s get into position.”

When the doorbell rang, Justin spoke in his voice changer, mimicking a twelve-year-old boy.  “Come on in!”

Luke Wagner, a forty-two-year-old heavyset man with long, black hair and a thick mustache, eased the screen door open and glanced in.  “Jimmy?”

“I’m in the back gettin’ dressed.  I just got out of the shower.”

Wearing basketball shorts, flip flops, and an old Pearl Jam t-shirt, he cautiously stepped inside the house.  “Are you here alone?”

“Yeah.  I already told you my parents are in France on vacation, so chillax.  And I hope you know how to fuck, because you’re gonna be in this tight virgin ass all night long.”

With his dick throbbing, Luke began jerking off his clothes, tossing them to the floor, as he headed across the room.  “Hell, yeah!  I’m down with that!”  He plopped on a couch, and as he lay butt naked, Seth strolled out of a hallway wearing his grim reaper costume.  “How’s it hangin’, pal?”

Luke quickly sat up and covered his erect penis with a pillow.  “Oh, shit!  This isn’t what you think.”

“Really?  You’re not here to fuck a twelve-year-old boy in the ass?”

“Naw, man.  I just came to play video games.”

“Well, I see you brought your own joystick.”

“It’s not like that.  It’s just really hot in here, and, uh, you know.”  Luke studied Seth’s costume as he sat bewildered.  “Who are you, and why are you dressed that way?”

“It’s for our show.”  As Justin sauntered into the room nude, Seth added, “Scumbags Gone Wild.”

“Show?”  He scrutinized the camera perched on Justin’s shoulder.  “Oh, hell no.”  Then his eyes traveled to Justin’s udder.  “What the fuck?  Is this a joke?”  When Barry came rolling up in his contraption, Luke leapt from the couch and began retrieving his clothes strewn across the floor.  “I’m outta here, you fuckin’ weirdos.”

Seth raised his voice and repeated, “I said, it’s for our show Scumbags Gone Wild.”

Letting out primal roars and brandishing a club, Kenneth burst out of the hallway clad in a bigfoot costume from the neck down, complete with a shaggy brown wig.  Without hesitating, Luke made a beeline for the nearest exit.  He forcefully kicked open the screen door and, in a seamless motion, punched the person wearing the goat man costume in the face as he dashed across the front porch.  Before he made it to his car, Seth shot Luke in the back with a tranquilizer dart, sending him nosediving into the dirt.

Irate, Wyatt pulled his mask off and clutched his nose.  “Son of a bitch!  The bastard popped me good.”

Seth holstered his tranq gun.  “Yeah, that didn’t go quite as planned.”

Kenneth laughed as he stood in the doorway.  “That’s ‘cause I scared the shit out of him.”

Seth shook his head as he scrutinized Kenneth’s costume.  “I doubt that, Cha-Ka.”

“Who in the fuck is Cha-Ka?”

“The creepy fucker from the Land of the Lost movie.”

“I haven’t watched it, so I don’t know who you’re talkin’ about.  And I thought this was a bigfoot costume.”

“It would be if you wore the correct mask with it instead of that damn wig.”

“That shit was itchy.”

“Well, I doubt he was scared of Cha-Ka, unless he thought you were going to rape him.  Next time try somethin’ more intimidating.”

“Rape him?  Why in hell would you say that?”

Barry sarcastically popped off.  “Because you look like a rapist.”

Justin laughed.  “If you saw the movie, you’d know what we’re talkin’ about.”

A look of aggravation came over Kenneth as he glared at Justin.  “Fuck you, punk.  I’ll snap your fuckin’ neck.”

“Hold up, man!  Why are you pissed at me?”

“I’m not gonna take any lip from your creepy ass.”  He nodded toward Barry.  “I already have to put up with his bullshit.”

“Okay, man.  Chill out.  I didn’t mean to upset you.”

After Seth and Wyatt hog-tied Luke and placed him in the closet with Shawn, everyone gathered in the kitchen.  As they lingered around, waiting for the next man to show up, Seth handed Kenneth a photo.  “That’s Toby Furguson.  He’s the jackass comin’ next.”

Kenneth examined the photograph, observing that Toby appeared to be in his early thirties, sported a tall and slender build, fiery red hair, and a slim face adorned with a thin mustache.  “What did this fucker do?”

“He molested his three-year-old daughter and spent the last seven years in prison for it.  But the sick fuck also molested his four-year-old sister when he was fifteen.”

Reviewing Toby’s criminal record, Wyatt lowered the folder, his face reflecting a perplexed expression.  “His record doesn’t say anything about him molesting his sister.”

“I know.  He never got caught.”

“Then how do you know he molested her?”

“Because she told me.”

“She?  You talkin’ about his sister?”

“Yeah.  She contacted me on my website and told me what happened.  If he could violate his own sister and daughter, no tellin’ how many other kids he’s already molested, or will molest.”

Kenneth’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Toby’s photo.  “What a fuckin’ dirtbag.”

“Yep.  He’s the reason I put this operation together.”

At that moment, the sound of a slamming car door echoed from outside.  Wyatt rushed over to a window and peaked out the blinds.  “He’s here.”

“Damn, he’s an hour early.”  Seth motioned to Barry and Justin.  “Y’all get into position.”  He glanced at Kenneth as he sat at the kitchen table eating a sandwich while wearing only underwear and a t-shirt.  “Try to be more intimidating this time.”

Kenneth grumbled to himself as he lumbered away.  “I got somethin’ for this asshole.”

Seth laughed as he spoke with a British accent.  “That’s the spirit, ‘ol chap.”

A moment later, Toby rang the doorbell as he peeped through the screen door.  “Yo, girl!  You in there?”

Justin’s voice box echoed out, mimicking a fourteen-year-old girl named Jess.  “Yeah, I’m gettin’ out of the shower.  Come on in and make yourself at home.”

Toby strolled through the door and over to the kitchen, taking a seat on a barstool.  “You sure got a cool place.  And I like how you live way out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah, it’s nice not having any neighbors.”

“The privacy is gonna be nice.”

“Speaking of privacy, did you bring any condoms?”

“Of course.”

“You can toss ‘em in the trash, ‘cause I want you cummin’ inside my ass.”

“Oh, hell yeah.  I’m down with that.”

“Good.  And I hope you can go all night long.”

“I sure can.  And have you had anal sex before?”

“No.  You’re gonna be my first, so I hope you know how to fuck.”

Without delay, Toby began pulling off his clothes.  “Oh, hell yeah, girl!  I’m gonna give it to you so good tonight.”

Seth casually walked out of a hallway, donned in his grim reaper costume.  “What are you gonna give her tonight?”

Toby sighed as his shoulders dropped.  “Aw, fuck!  I knew this was a set up.”

“But you still came anyway in hopes you could fuck a fourteen-year-old girl.”

“Naw, man, it’s not like that.  I knew there was a sting operation going on.  I just came to see if y’all needed any help bustin’ the pervs.”

“And you needed to do that naked?”

“It’s not what you think.  I was just doing it to break the ice.  And I swear to God I wasn’t going to touch her.”

“Do you still want to meet Jess?  I’ll even let you fuck her in the ass.”

A wave of confusion swept over him.  “Naw, man.  I just want to leave.”

Seth turned his head and yelled, “Jess!  Come out here!”

Toby’s eyes widened as Justin casually strolled out of a hallway, a camera perched on his shoulder.  “What the hell?”

Seth motioned toward Justin.  “Do you still want to fuck Jess in the ass?”

He scrutinized Justin’s penis shaped arm, then his eyes traveled to his udder.  Between Seth’s costume and Justin’s vulgar prosthetics, which he concluded were fake, he now assumed they must be having a costume party.  “Are y’all havin’ some kind of sex party?”

“It can be.”  Seth yelled to Barry.  “Butthead!  Get your ass out here!”

He didn’t respond.

“Hey, Butthead!  I said get your ass out here!”

A voice echoed out from down the hallway.  “That’s not my fuckin’ name.”

“I’m not tellin’ you again!”

“I’m not comin’ out until you stop callin’ me that.”

“One…  Two….”

Frustrated, Barry came rolling up in his contraption.  “Really?  You’re gonna count to three?  I’m not a fuckin’ kid.”

“Then stop actin’ like one.”

Toby leapt from the barstool, then stood dumbfounded as he gazed at Barry.  “What the fuck?”

Barry frowned.  “Take a picture, asshole.  It will last longer.”

“Are you real?”

“Naw, I’m fuckin’ make believe.”

Seth pulled out his cell phone, connected to a home stereo via Bluetooth, then began playing the song, It’s Only Make Believe by Billy Fury, originally written and sung by Conway Twitty.  “I love this fuckin’ song.”  As the music played, Seth retrieved the microphone from Barry’s robotic arm and began singing along with the melody.

A surge of disbelief and bewilderment washed over Toby while he swiftly got dressed.  In his vicinity were two men who had undergone a strange transformation that could only be characterized as utterly perplexing, and to make the situation even more bizarre, a person clothed as the grim reaper melodically sang along to a romantic love song.  Across the room, he spotted someone wearing a goat mask peering in through the screen door.  It was a very odd and peculiar situation he found himself in, and he wasn’t sure if they wanted to kill him or fuck him.

Suddenly, Kenneth burst out of the hallway completely nude, wielding a chainsaw that tore through the air, its blade gleaming, while its two-stroke engine emitted a jarring, high-pitched whirring noise.  In a panic, Toby took off running, and as he tried to open the back door, Kenneth quickly caught up to him, and in a single fluid movement, he amputated both of Toby’s legs just below the knees.  As Toby lay on the floor screaming at the top of his lungs, Kenneth began mutilating his hands as he tried to defend himself.

Seth couldn’t believe his eyes as he rushed over.  “Don’t kill his ass!  I have plans for him!”

Kenneth shut off the saw, and as he stood butt naked while covered in blood, he grinned wickedly.  “Was that scary enough for you fuckers?”

“What the hell, dude!?!  I hadn’t given you the cue to come out yet.”

“Yeah, you did.  You sang out, now you can go.”

“No, the phrase was, how much I love you so.”

He laughed.  “My bad.”

Seth glanced at Wyatt.  “Go grab the medical kit before this fucker bleeds out.”

After they patched up Toby, placing tourniquets around his limbs and covering his bloody stubs with bandages, everyone convened in the kitchen.  Seth slid a photo of a man across the countertop.  “That’s Billy Ray Moore.  He’s coming next.  I came across this dumbass when I was aborting Zac.”

Wyatt laughed.  “Oh, yeah.  Panty Man.”

“Yep, that’s him.”  Seth glanced at Kenneth.  “And I need him alive, so no more chainsaws.”

Kenneth observed the man appeared to be in his early sixties, the top of his head was bald and surrounded by long, wispy gray hair, a red mustache adorned his chubby face, his left eyebrow hosted an array of studs, a loop hung from his lip, and large gauges decorated his earlobes.  “This guy just looks like he’s beggin’ for it.”

“I said the same damn thing.  And I have somethin’ special planned for his ass.”

“Are we not doin’ the tombstone thing with him?”

“Nope.  And I might be savin’ Johnny too, depending on how the reunion goes.”

“Reunion?”

“You’ll find out later.  It’s a surprise I have for y’all.”

Around 9 PM, Billy Ray Moore, AKA Panty Man, discreetly approached the house on foot, having left his car parked about a quarter mile down the road.  His intent was to meet up with Abby, a fourteen-year-old girl he met on Facebook.  Being a two-time convicted child molester, he was acutely aware of the repercussions should he be caught, and with the night in full sway, darkness pervaded, evoking a greater sense of unease.  At the age of sixty-two and possessing more shrewdness than his younger days, he intended to initially assess the house’s surroundings.  Should anything seem amiss, he could effortlessly retreat back into the darkness.

As he crept up the steps of the front porch, he began to hear the song, It’s Only Make Believe, softly resonating from inside the house.  Peering through the screen door, he caught sight of an interior dimmed to near darkness, with the exception of flickering light escaping from a doorway.  “Hello!  Anyone there?”

A young girl’s voice resonated from the shadows.  “Come on in.”

“Abby, is that you?”

“Yes, I’m in the bedroom.”

Remaining vigilant, Billy gently creaked the door open and slipped inside, and as he stood in the darkness like a creeper in the night, he surveyed the living room with caution.  “Are you here alone?”

“Yeah, I already told you my parents are in Italy, so relax.  And I hope you like anal sex, because you’re gonna be in the ass all night long.”

After that comment, Billy dropped his guard as his dick began to stiffen.  “Oh, hell yeah.  I’m down for that.”

“Well, what are you waitin’ for?  I’m already in bed.”

Approaching a doorway, Billy directed his gaze into a bedroom.  The soft candlelight delicately traced the contours of Abby as she lay sprawled across the mattress, fashioning an ambiance of romance.  The song, It’s Only Make Believe, added to the atmosphere, enveloping the room in a tender melody.

Abby softly spoke as the candlelight cast a subtle glow over her.  “I hope you know how to fuck, because I want you inside me all night long.  And you don’t have to wear a rubber while you’re fucking me in the ass.”

With his dick throbbing and hard as steel, Billy quickly peeled off his clothes and approached the bed.  “Girl, I’m gonna give it to you so good tonight.”  Without delay, he settled onto the bed, and as his wandering hands made contact with her, a surge of bewilderment washed over him when he found two bodies.  “Is someone else with us?”

“Yes, I wanted to have a three-way.”

“What the fuck?”  He sprang from the mattress, worrying it might be a man.  “Is it another dude, or a chick?”

“Does it matter?  Ass is ass.”

Overwhelmed by confusion, Billy moved to the wall, found a light switch, and upon flicking it on, a wave of horror engulfed him as he observed a disturbing sight.  As Toby lay on his back in the bed with tears streaming down his cheeks, bloodstained bandages concealed the end of his stubs, a result of the chainsaw amputating his legs below the knees and his arms at the elbow.  Beside him, Barry lay with his head gently nestled on Toby’s chest, and on the other side of the bed stood Justin holding a microphone.

Paralyzed by disbelief, Billy muttered, “Is this a fuckin’ joke?”

Being displayed like a carnival freak, a look of aggravation came over Barry as he grumbled, “No, it’s only make believe, asshole.”

Billy’s brain couldn’t process what he was seeing, and as he stood paralyzed, Justin spoke into the microphone, his voice altering to imitate that of a young girl.  “Do you still want to fuck me in the ass?”

When Billy turned to run, he found Seth standing in the doorway.  “What the hell is going on!?!”

“I told you I’d be turning you into a monster, Panty Man.”

The color drained from his features as his eyes opened wide as saucers.  “Seth?”

Before he could react, Seth shot him in the face with a tranquilizer dart.

A Teachable Moment

While Seth hog tied Billy, Wyatt took note of his peculiar appearance.  “This dude sure is a creepy lookin’ fucker.”

“Yes, he is.”

“And I can’t believe Justin was able to trick him into coming here, especially after seeing what you did to Zac and Lindsay.  I would figure his guard would be up after that.  And you even warned the dumbass what would happen if you found him.”

“Fuckin’ child molesters never cease to amaze me.”

Still lying next to Toby, Barry grumbled as he glared at Seth.  “That was sorry makin’ me do that.”

“It was funny as fuck.  And it freaked the shit out of Panty Man.”

“It wasn’t funny to me.  And it’s humiliatin’ how you’re treatin’ me.  I’m not your personal side show freak.”

“That’s exactly what you are, so stop bitchin’ and whinin’.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ prick, and I hate you so much right now.”

“You’re worse than a damn kid.  Just lay here next to your buddy and be quiet.”

“One day you’ll get yours.”

“Keep talkin’ and see where it gets ya.”

“Yeah, yeah.  I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Kenneth approached Seth and Wyatt.  “Someone is slowly drivin’ past the house.”

Seth glanced at his watch.  “It must be Gloria.  She’s thirty minutes early.”

“Gloria?  What the hell is a woman doing comin’ here?  Is she fuckin’ kids too?”

“I’m not sure if she is or not, but she did spend twenty years in prison for sex trafficking.  She was busted during a sting operation and had three young girls locked in a cage.  And she thinks there is a thirteen-year-old girl here alone, but I don’t know what her intentions are.”  Seth glanced at Justin as he stood next to the bed.  “Is she comin’ here to fuck you, or abduct you?”

“I’m not sure, but she’s wantin’ me, or I should say, Zoey, to go cruisin’ with her.”

“That’s freakin’ weird.  She’s a fifty-year-old woman.”

“I know.”

“Just lure the bitch in here like you did with Billy, and I’ll shoot her ass with a tranq dart.”

“Okay.”

Barry’s eye opened wide.  “Hurry up and put me back in my rig.”

“We don’t have time for that.”

“Come on, man!  I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.”

“Then hide.”

“How in the fuck am I supposed to do that?  I don’t have arms or legs, dumbass.”

Seth shut off the bedroom light, ignoring Barry, as he regarded Kenneth and Wyatt.  “This bitch is crazy as fuck, and she might be carrying a gun, so I want y’all to hide in the other bedroom.”

As everyone quickly scrambled into position, Gloria Castillo, a forty-nine-year-old Hispanic woman, approached the front door.  She possessed a tall and slightly heavyset stature with large breasts, her long black hair cascaded past her shoulders, and gang-related tattoos covered her face, neck, arms, and hands.  Her attire consisted of a flannel shirt buttoned only at the top over a white t-shirt, loose-fitting khaki pants, and white tennis shoes.  Glancing through the screen door, she caught sight of flickering candlelight emanating from a doorway across the room.  “Yo!  Anyone there?”

Justin spoke into his voice generator, mimicking a thirteen-year-old girl.  “Yeah!  I’m in my bedroom.”

“Zoey?”

“Yeah?”

“Are your parents here?”

“No.  I told you they won’t be back until next week.”

“Is anyone else here?”

“No, it’s just me.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Not yet.  Still gettin’ dressed, but you can come in.”

Gloria strolled into the house, maintaining caution as she looked around.  “We need to get rollin’.”

“What’s the rush?”

“I just wanna go cruisin’.  And I got some Bacardi Hard Lemonade in the car, so I hope you’re down with partyin’.”

“Heck yeah.  And before we go, can I eat your pussy?”

“Naw, chica, I’m not into girls.”

“Oh.  Then why do you wanna hang out with me?”

“I just wanna be a big sister to you.”

“Sisters can eat each other’s pussies too.”

“After we cruise around for a bit, I might change my mind, so let’s get rollin’.”

“Before we go, can you come in here?  I wanna show you somethin’.”

Gloria approached the bedroom, and when she peered in, she observed the candlelight softly caressing Zoey as she lay in bed.  “What do you wanna show me?”

“I wish you were into girls, ‘cause I’m really horny right now.”

“After I get a few drinks in me, I might be down for it, so let’s head out.”  Her hand extended towards the light switch, and upon toggling it, a surge of bewilderment washed over her as her mind struggled to grasp a bizarre sight.  Resting on the mattress was Toby, on the opposite side of the bed stood Justin, and down on the floor lay Barry.  As Barry displayed a wide-eyed expression like a deer caught in the headlights, he squealed out, “Oh shit!” before rolling under the bed, disappearing out of sight.

Gloria stood befuddled as she tried to grasp what her eyes were seeing.  “What the fuck!?!”

Justin raised his microphone and spoke into it.  “Can I still eat your pussy?”

She gazed at his nude body in disbelief, first observing the Got Milk? tattoo etched across his chest, then her eyes traveled to his udder.  “What the hell!?!”

Suddenly, something struck her in the back, followed by a stinging sensation, then her vision faded to black as she collapsed to the floor.  Seth holstered his tranquilizer gun and laughed as he peered at Justin.  “Damn, boy.  You almost got your ass shot.”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

Seth reached down and retrieved a derringer from Gloria’s hand.  “I knew this bitch would be packin’.”

“Oh, shit!  I didn’t even notice she had that.”

Barry rolled out from under the bed.  “You stupid ass.  I could have been shot too.”

“Well, at least she would have put you out of your misery.”

“I’m being serious, asshole.  And your shenanigans are gonna get someone killed.”

As tears flowed down Toby’s cheeks, he whimpered out, “Please get me to the hospital so I can get my legs and arms sewn back on.”

“I told you not to make a peep.”

“Come on, man.  Look what you fuckers have done to me.  You’ve destroyed my life.”

“Your job is to lay there and be quiet.   Now shut the fuck up before I give you somethin’ to cry about.”

Wyatt approached Gloria and began rummaging through her pockets, finding her keys, phone, and a small baggy containing a white powder.  He stuck her phone in a Faraday bag to block the signal, tossed the keys to Kenneth, then handed the small baggy to Seth.  “I found that in her pocket.  I think it’s cocaine.”

Seth held up the baggy and scrutinized the powder, observing it contained blue speckles.  “I think this is Rohypnol.”

“What is that?”

“The date rape drug.  You know, rooffies.”

“Seriously?  That that means she was planning on druggin’ Zoey.”

“Maybe.”  Seth filled a glass with water and proceeded to sprinkle a portion of the powder into it.  The resulting reaction turned the mixture into a shade of blue.  “Yep, it’s Rohypnol.”

Anger swept over Kenneth.  “So, the bitch is still abductin’ kids.”

“It looks like it.”  He retrieved her cell phone from the Faraday bag.  “Let me see if I can get into her phone.  Maybe we can find out more about her intentions.”  Upon the appearance of a biometric verification screen, Seth casually strolled over to Gloria and began positioning her fingers on the phone.  Moments later, his excitement evident, he exclaimed, “Hell, yeah!  I’m in her shit now, boy.”  With a knife in hand, he swiftly severed her right thumb, placed the detached digit inside his front pocket, then walked back over to Kenneth and Wyatt.  “Let’s see what she’s been up to.”  As he flipped through her phone, his eyes narrowed with anger.  “The bitch has pictures of young girls on here.”

Confusion clouded Kenneth’s expression.  “What kind of pictures?”

“They’re of random girls, but some of them are tied up, and some are in cages.  And she has text messages discussing how some of the girls are virgins and will fetch a higher price.”

“So, the fuckin’ bitch is still snatchin’ kids for sex trafficking.”

“Is that a question, or statement?”

“A question.”

“It definitely looks that way.”  As Seth scrolled through her texts, he came upon a photo of a young girl he recognized.  “She even has the picture of Zoey on here, the one Justin uploaded on our Facebook page.  And she’s discussin’ how she’ll be pickin’ her up tonight.  So yeah, she’s still abductin’ kids.”

Having a daughter of his own, anger swept over Wyatt.  “We need to find out who her connections are and make them pay.”

“I agree.  Child sex traffickers are the lowest of the low.”

Barry emerged from the bedroom, slithering like a slug on the floor, his expression etched with frustration.  “Hey, motherfuckers!  Did you forget about me?”

Seth ignored him as he glanced at his watch.  “Johnny should be here in about an hour, but these fuckers have been showing up early.”  He eyed Kenneth.  “Go ahead and move Gloria’s car while Wyatt and I get her restrained.”

“Will do.”  As Kenneth approached the front door, he spotted headlights coming down the driveway.  “Oh, shit!  The dude is already here.”

Seth quickly dragged Gloria to the closet, then scooped up Barry and tossed him next to Toby.  “Stay on the bed this time.  I want Johnny to see you.”

“Come on, man.  This is bullshit.  I’d rather be dead than be treated like this.”

“Hush!”  Seth glanced at Toby as he lay with a distressed expression.  “And you better not make a sound.”  He changed his focus to Justin.  “You know the routine.  Just lure Johnny in here like you did with the other assholes.  And remember, he’s here for Tommy.”

“I got this, dude.”

Seth exited the room and motioned for Wyatt and Kenneth to quickly gather around.  “This fuckhead has spent the last nine years in prison for molesting his son and just got out a few months ago.  And he’s an ornery motherfucker and will probably be packing, so I’ll take his ass out like I did with Gloria.”

Barry’s voice echoed out as candlelight slightly illuminated his face.  “You fuckin’ asshole.  You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna lay here and risk gettin’ shot.”

Seth glanced into the room as he stood in the doorway.  “You better not move if you know what’s good for you.”

“You are such a fuckin’ prick.”

“Not another peep.”  Seth motioned to Kenneth and Wyatt.  “Y’all go hide in the other bedroom while I get into position.”

A few minutes later as Johnny approached the front porch, he caught the sound of You Sexy Thing (I Believe in Miracles) by the band Hot Chocolate emanating from within the house.  He eased to the screen door and peered in.  “Anyone there?”

The voice of a fourteen-year-old boy echoed out.  “Yeah, I’m in my bedroom.”

“Are you here alone?”

“Yeah, I told you my parents are out of town.”

Johnny entered the house, and upon noticing the gentle, flickering glow emanating from a doorway, he proceeded to carefully inspect his surroundings.  “Why do you have it so dark in here?”

“I thought it would be more romantic.”

“Oh, hell yeah.  I can dig that.  And I like this song.”

“Yeah, since this will be my first-time having sex, I wanted a special song to remember this night.  And I hope you know how to fuck, because you’re gonna be in this ass all night long.”

Like the previous perverts that showed up, Johnny remained unperturbed by the crude and inappropriate remark from the young adolescent.  In fact, his penis began to stiffen as he approached the doorway.  Upon peering into the bedroom and witnessing Tommy’s figure gently bathed in candlelight, he began undressing.  “Hell yeah, boy.  And I hope you like it bareback.”

Recognizing the man’s voice in conjunction with the bareback comment, Barry exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.  “Johnny!?!”

Taken by surprise, Johnny swiftly hoisted his underwear back into place.  “Who else is in here?”  He searched for the light switch, and upon toggling it, a wave of confusion mixed with horror swept over him as he observed Barry lying in bed next to Toby.  “What the fuck!?!”

Barry’s eye widened with disbelief.  “Oh, my God!  It is you!”  He quickly rolled off the bed, producing a thud as he plopped onto the floor, then promptly rolled underneath it.

Justin spoke into his microphone as he stood on the opposite side of the room.  “I guess he doesn’t like it bareback.”

While Johnny retrieved a revolver from his pants lying on the floor, a dart struck him in the buttocks as he bent over.  After he crumpled to the floor unconscious, Seth strolled up laughing.  “What’s wrong, Butthead?”

Exhibiting a look of bewilderment, Barry cautiously poked his head out from beneath the bed.  “What is going on?  Why is he here?”

“It’s a teachable moment.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You tell me.  You told Kenneth that back at the slaughterhouse.”

“Hold up, man.  You brought that dude here because I ran my mouth to Kenneth?”

“No, I brought him here because you raped Kenneth, and when he asked you about it, you said it was a teachable moment.”

“You are such a sorry bastard.”

Kenneth walked up, observing the anger etched across Barry’s face.  “What’s going on?  Why is Butthead pissed off?”

“Because Johnny cornholed him while he was in prison.”

“You’re fuckin’ with me.”

“Nope.”

As Wyatt rummaged through Johnny’s pockets, he paused as he glanced back at Seth.  “Don’t tell me this is Johnny Sausage.”

“The one and only.”

A confused expression came over Kenneth.  “Johnny Sausage?”

Seth laughed.  “That’s what he was known as in prison, and Butthead was his bitch.”

Blushing with embarrassment, Barry promptly refuted the accusation.  “No, I wasn’t.  He never touched me.”

“You lyin’ motherfucker.”

“I’m not fuckin’ lying.”

Seth pulled his cell phone from his pocket and pulled up a photo.  “Check that out.”

Kenneth frowned as he observed Barry, wearing eyeshadow, blush, and red lipstick, laying nude on a cot inside a jailcell.  “What the fuck?”

Wyatt laughed.  “Holy shit!  That is so messed up.”

Barry’s eye narrowed in anger as he glared at Seth.  “You are such a fuckin’ prick.  I hope you die a slow and miserable death.”

Seth pointed to Johnny as he lay on the floor unconscious.  “Let’s get Barry’s butt buddy and Panty Man moved to my bus.  I’ve got plans for them later.  And we need…”

Furious, Barry blurted out as he lay on the floor.  “He’s not my fuckin’ butt buddy, you prick!”

“I changed my mind.  Just take Panty Man to the bus.  And we need to have Gloria lure Zane here before he realizes she is missing.”

As Kenneth tied up Johnny, he glanced back at Seth.  “Who in the fuck is Zane?”

“He’s her main contact in her phone, and it looks like he’s the one who picks up the kids she abducts.”

How Shit is Made

As Randy, Jeff, and Mack sat in the emergency room watching the news, a reporter came on the T.V.  “I’ve just received a video from Seth Coker and will be playing it to our audience.  Please keep in mind the opinions in this video do not reflect the opinions of Goodwin Broadcasting or our affiliates.”  When the video began, the opening scene showed the same type of doll sent to numerous child molesters with the caption that read, How Shit is Made.  The next scene showed a small factory with people operating different types of machinery.  All the workers donned orange jumpsuits with SEXUAL PREDATOR printed on the back, a steel collar encompassed their necks, and a chain ran between each person’s leg to their workstation.  Between the workers’ restraints and their poor working conditions, it appeared the people were being forced to work in a sweatshop.

The video then showed a woman pouring melted plastic into molds as a male voice narrated the manufacturing process.  The next worker was opening molds and removing doll parts, such as torsos, heads, legs, and arms, while another person trimmed and sanded the parts.  At another workstation, the video showed a worker making latex pocket pussies and pocket anuses.  The video moved across the room to where a worker was soldering circuit boards while another person installed the electronics, mechanical parts, and pocket pussies and pocket anuses into the torsos of the dolls.  A third worker was installing sensors and speakers into the heads. 

The video then changed to a long table where numerous people were attaching the arms, legs, and heads to the torsos.  After the dolls were assembled, they moved to another area where workers attached a toe tag with the recipient’s name, and depending on the recipient’s sexual preference, the tag was affixed to either a girl or boy doll.  At the next workstation, some of the dolls were being painted a different skin tone while others were outfitted with bonnets and BDSM masks.

The dolls were then tested at a quality control area before being packed into shipping boxes with the recipient’s personalized set of instructions that also included a detailed account of their sexual assault against a child, and in some cases, multiple children.

The camera panned out, showing the entire factory floor, then on the closing scene, Seth walked into the video wearing a white lab coat, safety glasses, and yellow hardhat.  “Child molesters are a plague to our society.  Our judicial system fails to protect our children while the human rights advocates fight for the rights of these predators.  Child molesters are even a protected people under the Hate Crimes Act, and a small portion of our society is also attempting to reclassify the term child molester to Minor Attracted People.  To counteract this absurd movement of protecting these sexual predators, I’ve sent 28,471 dolls to the homes of convicted child molesters across the country.  These dolls have been equipped with a chemical that will eliminate their male reproductive organ so they can’t victimize future children.”

Seth held up a doll.  “These dolls were purposely crafted to appear young in nature to ensure only child molesters would engage in sexual intercourse with them.  If someone received one who isn’t a child molester but still had sex with it, then you’re a special kind of pervert who also deserves to lose your means to reproduce.  Once a doll has been latched onto its predator, all attempts to remove it will result in a penectomy.  Leaving the doll in place will also result in a penectomy.  In the end, a penectomy is inevitable.

There’re almost eight-hundred-thousand registered sex offenders in the United States.  Due to the cost of manufacturing and shipping, unfortunately, only a small portion of these perverts received a doll, and even that was a daunting undertaking.  I personally handpicked these parasites, primarily basing my decision on their victim’s age and the surrounding circumstances.  I could have euthanized these predators, but I thought it would be more entertaining to see them humiliated in front of the world while making an example out of them to the rest of the child molesters.”

As Seth concluded his speech, a man in an orange jumpsuit began sneaking up behind him with a large wrench.  Without pausing his speech or flinching, Seth held up a remote control and pressed a button.  The collar around the man’s neck exploded, and as his head rolled across the floor, blood squirted from his neck as his lifeless body plunged to the floor like a felled tree.  Seth approached the camera.  “Remember, perverts.  I have eyes everywhere and will be watching you.”  He motioned toward all the workers with his hand.  “Made by child molesters for child molesters.  This is how shit is made.”

Flabbergasted, Mack shook his head as the video ended.  “What a fuckin’ asshole.  I can’t believe the news actually played that bullshit.”

Randy boiled with anger as he watched the ending credits.  “That was insulting as fuck.  I can’t believe the news is helping him spread his hate.”

Still sullen over the loss of his penis, Jeff displayed a pouted expression as he slouched in his wheelchair.  “I don’t understand why the police can’t catch his ass.  That prick should have been locked behind bars a long time ago.”

Irritated, Mack glanced at Jeff.  “It’s because they don’t give a shit.”

“I know.  And because of their incompetence, my life has been destroyed.”

“It’ll be fine, man.  The doctors can give you a transplant from an organ donor.”

A small amount of relief came over him.  “Are you being serious?  They can do that?”

Mack nodded.  “Yep.  It’s a new procedure in the U.S.  They just have to match up your blood type and skin color.”

“That’s good to know.”

“And I say, who cares about skin color as long as your cock is bigger than what you had.”

The thought of having a larger penis excited him.  “I’m gonna talk to the doctors about that.”

Randy’s eyes narrowed as he stared at his phone.  “This is fuckin’ bullshit.”

Jeff and Mack glanced over at him and spoke at the same time.  “Now what?”

He turned his phone so they could see it.  “Seth released the pictures of everyone who received a doll with a description of what they did.”

Jeff noticed the screen displayed Randy’s mugshot.  “Oh, shit!  Am I on there too?  What website are you on?”

“I haven’t looked for your name yet, but it’s called, Predators Gone Wild.  I think that asshole made this shit.”

Jeff quickly found the website, and when he saw his picture with the accompanying write up, anger engulfed him.  “What a fuckin’ prick.  He has no right putting my personal information on the web.”  His anger intensified as he read the detailed account of his sexual assault involving the five-year old boy.  “I was falsely accused of this shit, and now everyone is going to believe I actually did it.”

Randy frowned as he read about himself impregnating his twelve-year-old niece.  “I know, man.  This dude fucked us good.  Now everywhere we go, people are gonna think we’re child molesters.”

“I can’t believe this shit!  The motherfucker listed my address, where I was born, what high school I went to, and he says I’m a freeloading scumbag living off government handouts.”

A look of frustration came over Mack as he read his description on the Predators Gone Wild website.  “The fucker wrote I’m an Uber driver working here in Jacksonville.  He even described my car and listed the license plate number.  How in the fuck am I supposed to make a living now with this shit out there?”

Emotionally broken, Jeff fell into a melancholy state as he began rolling his wheelchair toward the exit.  Randy quickly rolled up next to him.  “Hold up, bro!  Where are you going?”

He paused for a moment.  “I’ve lost everything, and no one cares.”

“That’s not true.  Me and Mack care.  And we’ve already told you the doctors can give you a prosthetic or a transplant.”

“I don’t want a fake dick, or someone else’s dick.  I want my dick back, but that’s not gonna happen because the police don’t give a shit.”  He glared at the T.V. as it displayed a man being chased by a mob.  “That fucker has already destroyed my life, but I don’t have to sit here and watch that garbage on the news any longer.”  He glanced around the room as all the dolls wailed child molester.  “And these dolls are getting on my fuckin’ nerves.  I can’t listen to this shit anymore.”  He took off out the exit.

Mack rolled up next to Randy.  “Where is he going?”

“I think he’s having a mental breakdown or something.”

“I’m sure he is.  This is a fucked-up situation.  Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be sitting in the E.R. with my dick stuck inside this evil ass doll.”

Randy started to respond, but a doctor came out into the waiting area and yelled over the sound of the dolls.  “Can I get everyone’s attention!?!”

All the men in the room became quiet as a nurse turned down the volume on the T.V.  “I’m Dr. Stokes.  I have good news and bad news.  I’ll start with the bad news first.  We haven’t been able to find a way to remove the dolls without causing severe damage to the male reproductive organ.”

Someone in the group blurted out, “Are you talking about our dicks?”

“Yes.”

Random men began asking questions.  “Why can’t you remove them without causing damage?”

“Unfortunately, the dolls are equipped with a defense mechanism that injects formaldehyde into the penis.  This organic compound destroys living tissue.  The damage is irreversible and will result in a penectomy.”

“What is a penectomy?”

“It’s the surgical removal of the penis.”

A gasping sound engulfed the room, followed by a man exclaiming, “You’re a doctor.  You guys are supposed to be smart.  I can’t believe you can’t find a way to remove them.”

“We have a team of medical specialists, including mechanical and electrical engineers, examining some of the dolls that have been separated from its person.”

“Separated from its person?  Does that mean you have been able to remove some of the dolls?”

“These were unsuccessful separation attempts.  Unfortunately, these men had to undergo a penectomy due to formaldehyde contamination of their penis.”

“How many men have lost their penis so far?”

“Thirteen.”

Everyone became upset and started speaking at the same time.  Half of the men were asking questions while the other half suggested ways to remove the dolls.  The doctor held up his hands, indicating for everyone to calm down.  “I’ll explain what we have found so far.  We have disassembled and studied all the dolls that have been removed.  During our examination, we discovered that the internal layout of their electrical and mechanical components differentiate.  We have also found there are randomly placed pressure sensors that detect drilling and cutting, or any kind of disassembly of their external casing.  If any of these pressure sensors are triggered, the defense mechanism is activated, resulting in the formaldehyde being injected into the penis.  If all the dolls were built to the same specifications, we could bore a hole at a predetermined location and use a surgical microscope to disable them.  The random placement of the internal components is an obvious design feature to prevent us from doing this type of procedure.  The dolls are also equipped with sensors that detect X-rays, magnetic resonance imaging, ultrasounds, infrared, CT and CAT scans, and if any of these imaging devices are detected, the defense mechanism is activated, so this prevents us from seeing their internal layout.  We’ve also attempted to go into opening between the doll and penis and cut the needles, but the needles are part of a closed electrical circuit.  When any of the needles are severed, it activates the defense mechanism.  We’ve also tried to gain access by cutting through latex insert, but there’s an embedded steel mesh that also triggers the defense mechanism.  The dolls are also equipped with sensors that detect temperature, moisture, impacts, vibration, and radiation, and even proximity sensors that prevent the dolls from being concealed.  At this point, we have not determined a safe way to remove the dolls, so for now, everyone will have to leave them in place.  Fortunately, the dolls do allow urination through a tube that exits the mouth, so there is no concern for urinary retention.”

A man yelled out, “What about an EMP blast?  That might disable the circuits.”

“We have already subjected some of the dolls to a burst of electromagnetic energy, but the electronics are shielded, and the test triggered the defense mechanism.”

Another man sarcastically popped off.  “You said there is good news.  What the fuck is it?”

“As long as we leave the dolls in place, no one’s life is in danger.  But there is a health risk if the formaldehyde is injected into the penis and it gets into the bloodstream.  If the defense mechanism is triggered, you need to alert a nurse so we can perform an emergency penectomy as soon as possible.  In the time being, I need everyone to relocate to a holding area until we can find a solution to safely deactivate the dolls.”

Randy raised his hand.

“Yes.”

“What about the countdown timers?”

“We still have plenty of time.”

“I’m already past the four-hour mark.”

“You still have plenty of time.  The timers are set between twelve hours to five days.”

“Mine is set between four hours and three days.”

“How did you determine that, sir?”

“It’s listed on my schematic diagram.”

“I need to verify that.  Do you have the schematics with you?”

Randy pointed at a nurse standing off to the side.  “I gave it to her.”

Dr. Stokes glanced at the nurse.  “Do you have it?”

She nonchalantly strolled over to a trashcan and retrieved it, then handed it to the doctor.  “Sorry.  I thought they were all the same.”

The doctor held it up as he regarded Randy.  “I’m going to take this to the team that’s assessing the dolls.”

As the doctor walked away, Randy observed two paramedics as they pushed an injured man on a gurney across the waiting room and through a set of double doors.  Glimpsing the man had red hair and a white beard, a feeling of dread came over him as he quickly rolled up to the same nurse who threw away his schematics.  “I think that was my friend on the stretcher.  Can you go check to see if it was him or not?  His name is Jeff Blackmore.”

She glanced at his doll as it wailed child molester, then frowned as she walked away.

“Hey!  I was talking to you!”

A Hispanic man with a doll in his lap came rolling up in a wheelchair.  “Yo, homie.  That dude you came in here with just got hit by a bus.”

“Are you sure it was him?”

“Yeah.  Red mohawk, white beard, has a Smurf tattoo on his neck.”

“Oh, shit!  That was him?  How in the fuck did he get hit by a bus?”

“I was outside smoking a cigarette when I saw the shit go down.  The dude rolled his wheelchair right in front of it.  And it looked like he did it on purpose.”

“Thanks for letting me know.”  Randy quickly rolled up to the reception desk.  “My friend just got hit by a bus.  Can you go check on him for me?”

“What is his name?”

“Jeff Blackmore.”

Mack pulled up next to Randy.  “What’s going on, man?”

“Jeff just got hit by a bus.”

“Is he alright?”

“I don’t know.  They just brought him in here.”

“How in the hell did he get hit by a bus?”

“Some dude told me he saw it happen.  He said it looked like Jeff did it on purpose.”

“I knew he was upset, but I didn’t think he was suicidal.”

“I didn’t think he was either.”

About that time, a fat man lunged from his wheelchair as his doll began counting down from twenty.  “Oh, my God!  What’s happening!?!”

Thinking it was a bomb, everyone backed away from him as his doll counted, “Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen…”

In a panic, the fat man scurried to the reception desk.  “Please go get a doctor!”

The receptionist lunged from her chair and quickly disappeared through a door.

As his doll counted, “Twelve, eleven, ten, nine...”  He ran back to the center of the room and exclaimed, “Will someone please help me!”

Half of the men leaped from their wheelchairs and took off running as others crashed their wheelchairs into each other as they desperately tried to get away from the blast zone.  When the doll yelled, “time’s up”, the man fell to his knees as a horrific pain engulfed his penis.  “Oh, fuck!  I think it injected my dick with the formaldehyde!”

As everyone watched in horror, several doctors helped the man back into his wheelchair, then rushed him through a set of double doors.  Several minutes later, Dr. Stokes came into the waiting area.  “I need everyone to listen up.  We originally thought the timers were set at a minimum of twelve hours, but after reviewing the documentation…”  He motioned toward Randy.  “…provided by this man, some of the timers do have a setting of four hours to three days.  This is what happened to the individual that was just taken back to the operating room.  His timer went off and the formaldehyde injection system was activated.”

Randy raised his hand.

“Yes.”

“Do you know how my friend is doing?  He was hit by a bus and taken into the back just a few minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t.  I’ve been too preoccupied with this situation.”

Another man raised his hand.

“Go ahead.”

“What’s going to happen to the guy that had his timer go off?”

“He’s currently undergoing an emergency penectomy due to formaldehyde contamination.”

Everyone became upset and began asking questions at the same time.

Dr. Stokes raised his hands, indicating for everyone to calm down.  “At this point in time, everyone needs to make a choice.  You can continue waiting to see if we can find a way to safely remove the dolls, or move forward with a penectomy.  If you decide to wait, you are at risk of formaldehyde getting into your bloodstream, which can be fatal.”

A man blurted out, “If I have my dick cut off, can it be reattached later if you guys find a way to remove it from the doll?”

“Unfortunately, the dolls have a pulse monitor that will activate the formaldehyde injection system when the blood flow to the penis is interrupted.  At that point, the tissue is destroyed and the organ is no longer viable.”

As everyone became upset, Randy raised his hand.  “There might be another option.”

“What is it?”

“Since the dolls count down from twenty, couldn’t we wait until that happens before we have our penis cut off?”

“There’s no way we can perform a penectomy in twenty seconds.  And keep in mind, the dolls are designed with different variables, and the twenty second countdown might not be the same for everyone.  Some of the dolls could have a shorter duration.”

“I know you guys wouldn’t have time to do the surgery, but we could do it ourselves.  That way it buys us more time.”

A black man with a white doll spoke up.  “No one’s gonna cut off my shit.”  He glared at Randy.  “I’d rather die as a man than be a dickless motherfucker.”

“I don’t want to lose my dick either, but I also don’t want to die.  So, I’m gonna wait as long as I can, and if my timer does go off, I’m gonna do what it takes to survive.”

A fat man with an Asian doll perched in his lap glared at Randy.  “I’m not cutting off my dick, asshole.  And the doctors aren’t gonna do it either, so keep your idiotic ideas to yourself.”

Randy noticed the man’s doll kept repeating the phrase, “Wěi xiè ér tóng zhě”.  Being aggravated by the man’s rude behavior, he popped off in a sarcastic tone, “What the fuck is your doll saying?”

“The same shit yours is saying.  And I’m not a child molester if that’s what you’re thinking.  My roommate did this to me while I was passed out drunk as a joke.  But I can see you’re into fucking little kids.  You even put a sex mask on your doll.”

“I didn’t put the mask on it, or fuck it.”  Knowing his excuse of accidentally getting his dick stuck inside it didn’t sound believable, he opted to come up with a different lie.  “My girlfriend is real kinky.  She stuck the doll on me when I was tied up and blindfolded.  It latched onto me before I even knew what was going on.”

After reviewing several of the schematic diagrams, Dr. Stokes knew the dolls wouldn’t latch onto the penis unless the man ejaculated, meaning all the men in the room had sexual intercourse with their doll.  “Gentleman, we don’t have time for this.”

The fat man laughed as he glared at Randy.  “That sounds like a load of horseshit.  Everyone knows you fucked the doll.  You even look like a child molester.”

Randy’s eyes narrowed in anger.  “You’re just mad because everyone knows you like to fuck little Asian boys.”

Aggravation swept over Dr. Stokes.  “You two need to act like adults or leave.  We have a serious problem we’re trying to deal with, and we don’t have time for the name calling.”

The fat man lowered his head.  “Sorry, sir.”

The doctor eyed Randy.  “And I cannot recommend you cutting off your own penis.”

“Why not?”

“You could bleed to death or get a severe infection.”

“But I’m willing to risk it if it gives me a chance to keep my penis.”

The doctor addressed everyone in the room.  “I cannot support this course of action as a viable option.”

Suddenly, the Asian doll began yelling, “Shí, jiǔ, bā…”  In a panic, the fat man lunged from his wheelchair.  “Oh, shit!  Does anyone know Chinese!?!  Is it counting down!?!”

“…qī, liù, wǔ…”

“How long do I have!?!”

“…sì, sān, èr...”

Horror-stricken, he glared at the doctor as he held onto his doll.  “Please help me!”

“…yī.  Shí jiān dào le.”

When the doll said, “Time’s up”, the sound of a motor humming echoed out as a stinging sensation emanated from the man’s penis.  “Oh, my God!  I think it just injected my dick with the formaldehyde!”

Dr. Stokes motioned to several nurses.  “Get this man back to the O.R.!”  As they dragged him away, the doctor addressed everyone in the room.  “As you can see, this is a time sensitive situation.  Each of you need to make a decision as soon as possible.  We have a team of surgeons waiting, and the procedure is fairly straightforward.  Since time is of the essence, we’ll also be utilizing a local anesthetic instead of employing general anesthesia, same as when getting a vasectomy.”

Possessed

Upon regaining consciousness, Gloria’s attention was immediately drawn to the syringe in Seth’s grip.  Then, her gaze shifted to the blood-soaked bandage concealing the side of her hand.  “What the fuck!?!  What happened to my thumb?”

“I cut it off so I can access your phone whenever I want.”

Bound in a wheelchair, fury engulfed her as she jerked at her restraints.  “Do you know who you’re fuckin’ with, pendejo!?!  You’re a dead man, you motherfucker!”  

Seth held up her cell phone.  “I need you to call Zane and have him meet you here.”

“You can go fuck yourself!”

“I figured you would say that, so let me show you the consequences if you don’t.”  He spun her around to give her a view of what was behind her.  “I’m into making monsters now, so if you don’t want to wind up like them, then I suggest you cooperate.”

Her eyes opened wide as she took in a disturbing sight.  Bound to a recliner, Johnny cradled Barry in his arms, and despite Barry’s expression of repulsion, Johnny spoke in a soothing, baby-talk manner as he gently caressed him, much like a parent comforting a young child.  Next to them stood Justin, chugging on a gallon of milk, as Barry nursed one of his udders.  “Oh, my God!  What the fuck is that?”

“It’s what you’re gonna be turned into if you don’t cooperate.”

She took a moment to study Seth, taking in his grim reaper attire and makeup that gave his face a skull-like appearance.  Then she turned her attention to Kenneth and Wyatt, who were standing nearby dressed in normal attire, before her gaze returned to Seth.  “Who in the fuck are you?”

“I’m Seth Coker.”

“Bullshit.”

“You can believe it or not, but if you don’t do what I want, I’ll turn your ass into a monster.”

“Okay, man.  Go easy.  I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I need you to call Zane.  Tell him while you were pickin’ up Zoey, you found a large safe.  I downloaded a picture of a Damascus Chronos safe on your phone that I’ll send him.  If he knows anything about safes, he’ll know that one costs around a hundred grand, so he should assume the owner must be protecting something very valuable.  Also, tell him it’s not mounted because you were able to slide it across the floor.  Then suggest that y’all can load it up and take it somewhere else to be opened.  And if you warn him or use a safe word that prevents him from coming, then you know what the consequences will be.  I’ve been wantin’ to make a human urinal, so it’s not gonna hurt my feelin’s if you refuse to lure him here.”

“Whatever, man.  Just give me the damn phone.”

Seth sent the photo of the safe to Zane.  “I hope you took acting lessons.”  He dialed Zane’s number, selected the external speaker, then held it close to Gloria.  “Start off by asking if he got the text.” 

A moment later, a man with a deep voice answered.  “Yeah?”

“Did you get the picture I sent you?”

“Yeah, and where did you find that?”

“Here at Zoey’s house.  I need help openin’ it.”

“Shit.  That thing is like Fort Knox.  I can open it with a torch, but that takes time.  And trying to do that at someone’s house will be too risky.”

“I was able to slide it, so it’s not secured to the floor.  Can we take it to the warehouse and open it there?”

Zane remained silent.

“Well?”

“I’m thinkin’.”

“We should be able to use the flatbed truck and some dollies.”

“When are her parents comin’ back?”

“Next week.”

“What about nosy neighbors?”

“There are none.  The house is way out in the boonies.”

“And where is this place located?”

“Dripping Springs.”

“Damn.  That’s like three hours from Houston.”

“It might be worth it.  The safe looks expensive, so they probably have a shitload of cash or gold inside it.”

“Yeah, it’s a Damascus Chronos.  Anyone who spends that kind of money on a safe usually does.  But it’s odd that they don’t have it bolted down.”

Seth muted the phone and quickly uttered, “Tell him there must have been a water leak under the slab and they had to move the safe over to get to it.  Say the concrete has been busted up and you can see new plumbing pipes in the hole.”

When he unmuted the phone, Gloria did as instructed.  “It looks like they had a leaking pipe under the slab.  There’s like a hole in the concrete and I can see a new pipe.  I bet they had to move the safe over to get to it.”

“Wow.  That’s some bad timin’ on their part.”

“So, what do you think?

“I’m gonna round up some tools and head that way.  It’ll probably be five to six hours before I can get there.  Also, text me the address.”

“Will do.”

“So, I take it you were also able to get Zoey?”

“Yep.  She’s already in my car sound asleep.”

“Good.  My clients will be pleased.”

“I’ll keep an eye out as I wait.  If someone shows up, I’ll let you know.”

“Sounds good.  Be there in a few.”

Seth hung up, then stuck her phone in his pocket.  “Perfect.”

“I did what you wanted, now let me fuckin’ go.”

“I didn’t say anything about lettin’ you go.”

“What the fuck, man?  What else do you want from me?”

“I want to know more about your organization and the fuckers you work with, and I want to know how many girls you have abducted and where they’re at.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“We’ll see about that later.”  He rolled her over to Barry and Justin.  “For now, just hang tight with these twisted fucks and stay quiet.”

Barry popped his lips loose from Justin’s udder and glared at Seth.  “I’m not a twisted fuck.  You’re the one makin’ me do this, so you’re the twisted fuck.”

“Don’t start whinin’.”

“This is fuckin’ sorry what you’re doin’ to me.”  He glared at Johnny as he caressed and baby-talked him.  “You can stop touchin’ me, asshole.  And stop talkin’ like that.  I’m not a fuckin’ infant.”

Worrying Seth might punish him, Johnny continued stroking the buttocks perched on top of Barry’s cranium as he spoke in baby gibberish.  “This is such a wittle little boy.  He’s my wittle munchkin.  Are you coochie-coo?  Yes, you are!”  Johnny grasped one of Justin’s udders and pulled it forward.  “Are you ready for some more nummy-wummy?  Yummy, yummy in your tummy.”

As Gloria watched the unsettling scene with a look of apprehension and disgust, Seth casually strolled over to join Kenneth and Wyatt.  “While we’re waitin’ for Zane to show up, let’s have some fun with Shawn, Luke, and Toby.  I’ve got plans for Panty Man and Gloria, so they’ll just be spectators.  And Johnny Sausage is Butthead’s new babysitter, so he won’t be participating either.”

Barry grumbled from across the room.  “Bullshit!  He’s not my fuckin’ babysitter.”

Seth glanced at Johnny.  “If he makes another peep, start fingering his bunghole.”

Kenneth shook his head as he watched Johnny tap his finger next to the anus on Barry’s forehead, daring him to utter a word.  “Damn, Seth.  That’s fucked up.”

“It’s a bit of payback for what he did to you.  That’s the reason I brought Johnny here in the first place.  Sometimes, it might seem like I don’t care because he’s still breathing, but I assure you, being turned into a monster is worse than anything else I could inflict upon him.  And as long as he continues to entertain us, I’ll keep him around, unless, of course, you have an issue with that.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.  It’s funny watchin’ him bitch and moan all the time.”

“And he’s also good for show and tell.  When the scumbags see him, they tend to be more cooperative.”

Kenneth laughed.  “Yeah, Gloria didn’t hesitate givin’ up Zane’s ass.”

“Exactly.”

While Seth dragged Toby from the bed and into the kitchen, Kenneth and Wyatt extracted Shawn and Luke from the closet and proceeded to immobilize them by affixing a ball and chain to each of their ankles.  Additionally, they fastened a chain around their waists, complete with hand shackles.  With their hands confined by these short chains and the weighty steel balls tethered to their legs, the men found themselves unable to flee or put up any resistance. 

As Shawn and Luke stood next to the kitchen island butt naked, and Toby’s nude and mutilated body occupied a baby highchair, Seth proceeded to direct their attention to a stack of documents.  “These are death certificates.”  His finger then pointed to a group of rectangular cards equipped with strings.  “These are toe tags.”  Seth moved his hand to a pile of plastic bags equipped with zippers.  “And these are body bags.”  He gestured towards the caskets propped against the wall.  “We also have a selection of different coffins to choose from, and we’ve already prepared several graves outside, complete with blank tombstones ready to be engraved.”  Seth motioned toward all the items laid out.  “This is a complete funeral package we’ve put together for you guys.  So, who wants to go first?”

Shawn scrutinized the objects for a moment.  “Go first for what?”

“Isn’t it obvious, dumbass?”

“No sane person would go along with this shit.”

“First off, you’re not sane because you fuck kids.  And we’re gonna let you choose the way you want to die, but if you refuse’...”  Seth retrieved a raffle ticket drum from the floor and sat it on the countertop.  “We’ll pick for you.”

Luke’s eyes flew open, widening with an unsettling intensity, a palpable tremor coursing through his heavy-set frame.  “Die?  I don’t understand.  Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re a sexual predator.  And before the sun rises, each of you will be six feet under the ground.”  Luke started to speak, but Seth raised his hand, interrupting him.  “I don’t want to hear how you’re innocent, or that you were falsely accused, or that you served your time, and I especially don’t want to hear you bitch and moan about how you’re being mistreated or that your rights is being violated.  Each of you showed up this evening to have sex with a kid, so you’ve forfeited your rights and credibility.”

Tears streamed down Toby’s cheeks as he sat in the highchair.  “But you have already gotten me back.  Look what you’ve done to me.  You’ve cut off my arms and legs.”

“Then that means you’ll just have to pick a smaller body bag.”  Seth dug through a trashcan and retrieved a severed leg.  He laid it on the countertop and proceeded to tie a tag around its big toe.  “Since you don’t have any hands, I’ll fill this out for you.  So, how do you want to die?”

“Come on, man!  I swear to God I didn’t come here to have sex with Jess.”

“Even if that was true, you still molested your daughter.”

“I was falsely accused of that.”

“I told you I didn’t want to hear that shit.  And you also molested your four-year-old sister, you sick fuck.”

His eyes widened, and his expression betrayed a sense of dishonesty.  “What the hell are you talkin’ about?  I didn’t touch my sister.”

“Sure, you did.  She told me all about it.”

“What do you mean she told you about it?”

“Do you not understand English, dipshit?”  Seth nodded toward the raffle drum as he regarded Wyatt.  “Go ahead and give that a spin.”

Wyatt spun the drum a few times, then started to reach inside, but Seth held his hand up, indicating for him to pause as he glared at Toby.  “Are you gonna choose, or do we need to pick somethin’ for you?”

“I don’t give a shit about that.  I wanna know what my sister told you.”

“She told me everything.”  Seth repeated his question.  “Are you gonna choose, or do we need to pick somethin’ for you?”

“Whatever she said was a lie.”

“Bullshit.  I can see your guilt etched across your face.”  Seth nodded toward Wyatt.  “Go ahead and pick somethin’ for this sister fucker.”

Wyatt retrieved a piece of paper and unfolded it.  “Possessed.”

“Excellent choice.”

A worried expression came over Toby.  “Possessed?  What does that mean?”

Seth displayed a small wooden box adorned with cryptic symbols.  He carefully placed it onto the countertop and, with a deliberate touch, lifted the lid to reveal an antique syringe, featuring a glass barrel and brass finger loops.  Resting on a pillow of cotton, the syringe’s interior emanated an eerily dark substance, casting a disquieting glow.  “I’m gonna inject you with a demon.”

“That’s impossible.  Demons aren’t real.”  He scrutinized the syringe and its sinister contents.  “I don’t know what the fuck is inside that, but you’re not injecting me with it.”

“You don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“Come on, dude.  That shit might kill me.”

“That’s the intent, dumbass.”

Kenneth’s face twisted into a perplexed expression as he gazed at the syringe, its interior filled with an ominously dark substance that emitted an eerie aura.  “Hold up, man!  I hope that isn’t one of your damn concoctions, like that Liquid Agony shit that turned Andrew into a zombie.”

Seth gently closed the lid.  “Nope.  This is pure evil.”

“Oh, hell no!  I ain’t stickin’ around for this shit.”

“It’ll be fine.  You can have your chainsaw back.”

“Fuck that.  If that shit is gonna turn his ass into a demon, nothing will kill him.”

“It will when you cut off his head.”

With a knowing smile, and fully aware of Kenneth’s gullible nature and his tendency to believe just about anything, Wyatt struggled to suppress his laughter.  “Don’t worry, man.  I’ve got your back.”

“You better.  I don’t want him bitin’ me and turning me into a damn demon.”

“You’re thinkin’ of vampires.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.  Demons possess you.  It could jump from Toby into you if you’re not careful.”

“Oh, shit!”  He peered at Seth with a troubled expression.  “Fuck this.  I’m outta here.”

“Hold up.  I’ve got somethin’ for you.”  Seth unclasped a chain adorned with a cross from around his neck and passed it to Kenneth.  “If you wear that, you can’t be possessed.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.  So, stop worrying.”  As Kenneth fastened the chain around his neck, Seth started completing Toby’s toe tag, which dangled from his severed leg resting on the countertop.  “Since you don’t have any hands, I’ll fill this out for you.”  He cast a quick glance at Shawn and Luke as they stood beside Toby’s highchair, their faces marked by expressions of fear.  “But you two fuckers will be fillin’ out your own shit.”

Overcome by a sudden wave of terror, Toby began to panic.  “Please don’t do this!  I swear to God I wasn’t coming here to have sex.”

After Seth completed the toe tag, he started filling out a death certificate, adding Toby’s name and today’s date as the day of death.  “For your cause of death, I’m writing decapitated by a chainsaw due to being possessed.”

“Come on, man.  You’re startin’ to freak me out.  Let’s talk about this like two rational people.”

“Rational?  You fucked your three-year-old daughter and your four-year old sister.  There’s nothin’ to discuss.”

“I served seven years for something I didn’t do, and I’ve already told you I didn’t touch my sister.”

“And I told you I didn’t want to hear your lies, and that’s your final warning.”  Seth arranged the body bags evenly across the countertop.  “Which one do you want?”

“I’m not gonna play along with your twisted game.”

“You can pick one the easy way or hard way, I don’t give a shit.”

“Fuck that.  I’m not doin’ it.”

Seth grabbed a propane torch and approached Toby.  “I’ll burn off your fuckin’ dick if you don’t.”

Kenneth chuckled.  “Damn.  You ain’t messin’ around.  You’re going straight for their junk.”

“We don’t have time for their bullshit.”

A wave of horror came over Toby as he gazed at the flame with wide eyes.  “Okay!  I’ll do it!”  He scrutinized the body bags, then nodded.  “I guess that one.”

Seth placed it beside his death certificate, then motioned toward the caskets leaning against the wall.  “We have a variety of coffins to choose from.  Wood, metal, and wicker, and two different styles, traditional and toe pinches.  Which one do you want?”

A suffocating sense of impending doom consumed Toby as he fixated on the caskets, leaving him in agonizing uncertainty about Seth’s intentions.  He remained uncertain whether Seth truly intended to end his life, or if it was all part of a twisted game designed solely to terrify him.  “You can’t do this.  People have rights in this country.  And you’ve already destroyed my body.  Isn’t that enough?”

“Not even close.  Now, pick a casket so we can move on to your tombstone.”

“You’re gonna die in the electric chair if you do this.”

“Lethal injection.”

“What?”

“Texas hasn’t used the electric chair since 1964.”

“You know what I meant.”

“Pick a coffin, or I’m gonna burn your dick.”

“Come on, man.  Please don’t do this.  I didn’t touch my daughter or my sister.”

“I warned you, asshole.”  Seth began burning Toby’s penis and balls, filling the air with the putrid odor of burning hair.

As Seth scorched his genitals, Toby wailed at the top of his lungs as he desperately fought at his restraints.  “Okay, okay!  I’ll do it!  Pleases stop burning me!”

Seth pulled back the flame.  “Then get to it.”

After Toby regained his composure, he stared in horror at his groin, discovering that his hair had been seared off, revealing skin now fiery red and marred by agonizing blisters.  “Oh, my God!  Look what you’ve done to my dick!”

“Choose a damn coffin before I cook it like a hotdog at a weenie roast.”

Fearing that Seth might inflict further burns, he gestured with a nod toward a traditional metal casket.  “The silver one on the left.”

“Sweet.”  Seth seized a dolly and positioned it behind Toby’s highchair before wheeling him out to the backyard.  “Which tombstone do you want?”

As portable, stand-mounted work lights illuminated the darkness, a sense of dread gripped him as he gazed upon numerous open graves, each marked by an array of eerie tombstones in distinct, unsettling styles.  The sheer effort required to dig the graves left him with a disconcerting certainty that this wasn’t merely a scare tactic.  “Oh, shit!  I can’t believe you actually dug graves.”

“Yep.  This is a complete funeral package.”

“You’ve made your point.  If you let me call the cops, I’ll confess.  I’d rather go to jail then die.”

“Confess to what?”

“You’ll hear my confession when I’m tellin’ the cops.”

“That’s not happenin’.  Pick a damn tombstone and stop tryin’ to scam your way out of this.”

“I’m not trying to scam you.  I swear to God, I’ll tell them everything.”

“That’s not an option.  You’re gonna die tonight and there is nothing you can do about it.”

“Okay, okay!  I did it.  I was coming here to have sex with Jess.  I confessed.  Now can I call the cops?”

“I already knew why you were comin’ here, and no, you can’t call the damn cops, so choose your tombstone so we can get it engraved.”

“Come on, man!  I confessed.”

“So, what?  Now choose before I lose my patience.”  Seth held up the torch and ignited the flame.

In the back of Toby’s mind, he clung to a glimmer of hope that Seth was merely attempting to terrify him.  Yet, a haunting certainty lingered; if he refused to partake in Seth’s twisted game, he would only subject himself to further agonizing torment.  As he surveyed the tombstones, he mustered the courage to gesture with a trembling nod.  “The one with the rounded top.”

“Good choice.”  Seth motioned to Wyatt and Kenneth as they stood in the doorway.  “He wants the third one from the left.”

After Kenneth and Wyatt lugged the tombstone into the house and positioned it on a set of sawhorses, Seth began writing on it with a marker, adding:

Toby “The Child Molester” Ferguson

Fucked his Four Year Old Sister

And Fucked His Three Year Old Daughter

Decapitated by Chainsaw for Being Possessed

Died 9-18-2023

After making a few adjustments to ensure everything was aligned, Seth held up an electric engraving tool.  “I’ll let Shawn and Luke engrave this for you since you don’t have any hands.  And do you want anything else written on it?”

Toby scrutinized the crude description for a moment, then his eyes narrowed.  “That shit isn’t funny.”

“It wasn’t meant to be, jackass.”  Seth handed Shawn and Luke the engraver as they displayed troubled expressions.  “Take turns so y’all can get some practice before havin’ to do your own.”

Shawn glared at Seth as he tightly clutched the tool.  “You’re not going to get away with this.”

“I’ve already heard enough whinin’ and cryin’ from Toby, and I’m not gonna listen to your bullshit too.”

“What gives you the right to be the judge, jury, and executioner?”

“I usually respond to that question by saying, I use the same one you used when you violated your victim’s rights, but I’m not in the mood to explain that shit tonight, so, I’m just gonna say, because I have a Custom Kimber 1911 strapped to my side and you don’t.  Now get your ass over there and start engravin’ the tombstone.”

Shawn held out his arms, showing how his restraints kept his hands close to his waist.  “Then you need to release my hands.”

“There’s plenty of slack in the chains.”  Seth observed Shawn’s firm grasp on the engraver.  “And thatta be a big mistake, so I suggest you do what your told and stop plottin’.”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“I know what you’re thinkin’.  Try it and see where it gets ya.”

He relaxed his grip.  “I wasn’t plottin’ anything.”

“Get your ass over there before I stab you with that engraver.”

“Can I at least get my clothes back?”

“No.”

“Come on, man.  It’s degrading being nude in front of everyone.”

“I don’t care.”

As Shawn lumbered over to the tombstone with a frustrated expression, Luke started to speak, but Seth interrupted him.  “I’m not gonna listen to your shit either.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“As long as it only pertains to engraving.”

His shoulders dropped as he lowered his head.  “You’re not even givin’ us a chance to prove our innocence.”

“Not another word.  Now get over there and help Shawn.”  Seth exchanged a nod with Wyatt, then they both disappeared down a hallway.  A moment later, they reappeared in the kitchen, dressed in white lab coats, hair nets, medical face masks, goggles, and latex gloves.  While Wyatt cradled the wooden box adorned with cryptic symbols, Seth started wiping the side of Toby’s neck with a moist cloth.

Detecting a cold sensation, Toby flinched and shifted his body in the highchair.  “What the hell are you doin’!?!”

“Rubbing alcohol on your skin so you don’t get an infection.”

Kenneth scrutinized the box in Wyatt’s hands, then peered at Seth, his expression darkening with a frown.  “Seriously, dude?    You’re really gonna turn his ass into a demon?”

“Of, course.  That’s what he chose.”

“Then why in the hell are you worried about an infection?”

Seth shrugged his shoulders.  “They do it during lethal injection.”

“You’re crazy, man.”  Kenneth scurried to a closet and quickly returned with his chainsaw.  “As soon as that motherfucker turns, I’m gonna cut off his fuckin’ head.”

“You better.  I don’t want him bitin’ me and turnin’ me into a demon.”

Kenenth glared at Wyatt.  “Dude!  You fuckin’ lied.  He can turn us into a demon if we get bitten.”

Toby’s eyes widened in terror as he peered at Kenneth and the chainsaw, then his gaze shifted to the box in Wyatt’s hands.  “Y’all can’t do this to me!”

With caution, Wyatt gingerly opened the wooden box, and then Seth delicately lifted the syringe from its cotton bedding, its unsettlingly dark contents emitting an eerie glow.

In a state of panic, Toby frantically rocked back and forth, desperately trying to topple the highchair.  “No, no, no!  Please don’t inject me with that!  I’m beggin’ you!”

Seth approached Toby from behind, securing him in a headlock, and then proceeded to carefully insert the needle into his jugular vein.  “This might sting a little.”

“Please don’t do this!  I don’t want to die!”

As Seth methodically injected the ominous substance into his vein, Toby’s senses were overwhelmed by a scorching agony that radiated from the side of his neck.  Panic seized him as he cried out, “Oh, fuck!  It’s burnin’ me!  Please, stop!”

Seth shoved the plunger to the bottom of the syringe, then quickly stepped back.  “Everyone get ready!  He’s fixin’ to turn!”

Kenneth’s eyes widened as he tugged on the chainsaw’s pull cord.  “Oh, shit!  It’s not startin’!”

Seth peered at Kenneth with a worried expression.  “What the hell are you doin’, man!?!  Get it started before it’s too late!”

“I’m tryin’!”

Toby’s horror intensified as he sensed the chemical coursing from his neck down to his chest.  When it reached his heart, an incinerating fire ignited within him, rapidly spreading throughout his entire body.  He unleashed a bone-chilling scream, a piercing cry that tore through the air.  His eyes morphed into an ominous shade of blood-red, while his veins swelled, emerging from beneath his skin like dark serpents crawling across his face and body.  His muscles and tendons convulsed, coiling in an unnatural tension that contorted his entire being.

Consumed by horror, Kenneth frantically yanked on the pull cord as blood began running from Toby’s eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.  “It won’t start! What are we gonna do!?!”

With every fiber of his being radiating with unbearable torment, Toby violently thrashed about, his wails of agony reverberating through the room.  In the midst of this frenzied outburst, the highchair suddenly plummeted to the floor with a resounding crash.  In a nightmarish display, his body began unnaturally contorting as he flopped around on the floor, his capillaries swelled and darkened, weaving an eerie, spiderweb-like pattern throughout his form. 

To Kenneth’s sheer terror, Toby began crawling toward him on his stubs, his voice unleashing a spine-chilling scream, as blood gushed from every orifice.  “Oh, my God!  He’s comin’ after me!”  Panic-stricken, he hurled the chainsaw onto the floor and bolted out the front door, quickly vanishing into the darkness.

Seth retrieved the chainsaw, reinstalled the plug boot back onto the spark plug, and then gave the pull cord a quick tug.  As the chainsaw whirled into action, he shoved his foot into Toby’s back, and as he held him in place, he cut into his neck.  The sharp blade sliced effortlessly through his flesh, spewing a crimson mist and white bone fragments into the air.  As Toby’s head rolled across the floor, Seth shut off the chainsaw and laughed as he regarded Wyatt.  “I can’t believe Kenneth thought I could actually inject a demon into someone.”

“I know.  And he’s probably halfway home by now.”

“I’m sure he’s just hidin’ outside somewhere.”

Wyatt studied Toby’s body and severed head, taking note of how his veins appeared to have disintegrated, allowing blood and body fluids to seep from every orifice and discoloring his skin with a bluish hue.  “What the hell was in that syringe?”

“Just some random shit I mixed up, like hydrochloric acid, synthetic histamine, formaldehyde, and phosphate esters.”

“I don’t know what some of that stuff is, but it sure looked like he was in a lot of pain.”

“He was.  The chemicals were dissolving his blood vessels.”  Seth pulled out his cell phone and dialed Kenneth’s number.

A moment later, Kenneth answered with a labored breath.  “Yeah?”

“You can come back now.  Toby is dead.”

“What about the demon?  I don’t want it jumpin’ into me.”

“It’s gone.”

“Where in the fuck did it go?”

“It took off out the front door and disappeared into the darkness.”

“Oh, shit!  I’m out of here!”

“Then you better get your ass back inside the house.”

“Can you come get me?”

Seth casually walked out the front door and peered into the shadows of the night.  “I’m on the porch.”

“I’m not at the house.”

“Where in the fuck are you?”

“About a mile down the road.”

“Then drive back.”

“I’m on foot.”

“Why are you walkin’?”

“I left my keys in the house.”

Seth laughed.  “Alright.  I’ll come get you.”

A few minutes later, Seth pulled up next to Kenneth in the short bus.  “There’s not a front passenger seat, so you’ll have to sit in the back.”

Kenneth displayed a frustrated expression as he stood next to the driver’s window.  “I’m not ridin’ in that shit.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  You fuckin’ wrote retard bus on the sides.”

“That’s for Barry.  And it’s not like anyone is going to see you.”

“It ain’t happenin’.”

“Then you can drive.  I’ll sit in the back.”

Brain Surgery for Dummies

When Seth and Kenneth arrived back at the house, Seth ambled up to Toby’s tombstone, finding the engraving incomplete.  “Why isn’t this shit done?”

Shawn wore a troubled expression as he sat on the floor while leaning his back against the wall.  “I can’t believe you did that to him.”

Beside Shawn, Luke lifted his head, tears welling up in his eyes.  “That was brutal as fuck, man.  He didn’t deserve that.”

Seth lit a cigarette and took a long drag.  “Why in the hell would y’all care what happened to him?  You didn’t even know his ass.  And I told you fuckers that you were going to die tonight.  So, when it’s your turn, I’d suggest you pick something less fucked up.”

“He didn’t choose to die that way.”

“Maybe not, but he knew the rules.”

“What rules?”

“Choose a way to die, or let the drum determine your fate.”  Seth pointed at the tombstone.  “Now, get your asses back over here and finish it.”

As Shawn and Luke took turns engraving the tombstone, Seth could hear them whispering amongst themselves.  “You fuckers better be discussing how you want to die.”

Luke glanced up with a pouted expression, similar to chastised child.  “Please don’t do this to us.  We’ve learned our lesson.  There has to be something else you can do instead of killin’ us.”

“I can turn y’all into something like that.”  Seth gestured toward Barry as Johnny affectionately caressed and cooed him.  Then he pointed toward Justin as he stood next to Gloria.  “Or something like him.  I can always use another milkman, or a human urinal.”

Luke lowered his head and resumed engraving, while Shawn gazed at Seth with a sincere expression.  “We’re even willing to turn ourselves in.”

“That’s not happenin’.  And I don’t want to hear another word about it from either one of you.”

“If you’re not willin’ to hear us out, then we’ll stop engraving.”

“That’s fine.  I’ll engrave the shit myself after I cut off your dicks.”

Shawn took a deep breath, then went back to work.

“That’s what I thought.”

When they completed the engraving, Seth examined their work, then nodded.  “Good enough.  Now grab it and follow me.”  Seth held the back door open as they lugged the heavy tombstone down the rear steps, then led them over to an open grave.  “This is the one Toby wanted, so set it here.”

Sweat flowed from the men’s nude bodies as they placed it in the upright position.

“Perfect.”  Once back inside the house, Seth tossed them a body bag.  “Toby chose that one, so go ahead and get his ass bagged up.  And don’t forget his arms and legs, or his damn head.  When you’re done with that, stick him in the silver coffin on the left.”

Luke and Shawn felt their stomachs churn as they manhandled the mutilated torso, even gagging while averting their faces to escape the putrid stench.  When they dropped the body inside the bag, blood puked out from its neck, splattering Luke in the face.  His eyes opened wide with disbelief.  “Oh, shit!  I got some of his blood in my mouth!”  He gazed at Seth with a terrified expression, worrying the deadly substance injected into Toby could be transmitted to him.  “Is that shit going to kill me like it did him!?!”

He shrugged his shoulders.  “Depends on how much you swallowed.”

In a moment of panic, Luke turned to the side and thrust his fingers into his mouth, triggering his gag reflex.  After he vomited, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he glared at Seth with a hateful expression.  “You better hope it doesn’t kill me.”

“You’re gonna die tonight anyway, so who gives a shit?”

“This is so fuckin’ wrong what you’re doin’ to us.  Don’t you have any compassion?”

“Not for child molesters.”  Seth snatched Toby’s leg from the countertop, still bearing the toe tag, and casually dropped it into the bag alongside his body, then he pointed to a trash can.  “Don’t forget his other leg and his arms.”  Seth cast a quick glance in Shawn’s direction as he stood off to the side with a dumbfounded expression.  “Instead of just standin’ there with your thumb up your ass, go drag his coffin over here and open it.”

As Luke placed the severed limbs inside the bag, Seth kicked Toby’s head toward his direction, sending it across the floor like a bowling ball.  “And toss that shit in there too.”

When the head struck his leg, splattering blood on his skin, Luke stood tall and took several steady breaths to regain control over his anxiety.  “I can’t believe you kicked the man’s head.  Has was a human being and deserves respect.”

“Fuck him.  He molested two innocent children.  Toss his damn head inside the bag so we can move on.”

Luke clutched the head by the hair and laid it inside the bag, then zipped it closed.  “You are one relentless bastard.  And you’re never going to get away with this.”

“Maybe, but your ass will be six feet under before that happens.”

As Shawn and Luke placed Toby inside the coffin, Seth stapled his death certificate to the inside of the lid.  “That should do it.”  He closed the lid and latched it.  “Carry his ass outside and toss him in his hole.  And there are two shovels back there too, so go ahead and get him covered up.”

As the work lights illuminated Toby’s gravesite, Shawn and Luke shoveled dirt into the hole, while Seth, Wyatt, and Kenneth sat on the back porch drinking coffee.

Around three AM, Shawn tossed the last shovel load of dirt onto the grave.

Seth stood from his rocking chair and stretched.  “Good job.  Now, who wants to go next?”

Neither man spoke as they tightly grasped their shovels, their nude bodies covered in sweat and dirt.

“You fuckers really want to bring shovels to a gun fight?”

Abruptly, they abandoned their shovels, seized the steel balls chained to their legs, and bolted into the darkness.

Seth shook Kenneth as he snored in his chair.  “Wake up.”

He flinched as he startled awake.  “What’s going on?”

“Beavis and Butthead took off on us.”

Kenneth sat forward and rubbed his face.  “Butthead?  Who cares if he runs off.”

“Not our Butthead, Shawn and Luke.”

“Oh.”  He glanced to his right, observing an empty chair.  “Where did Wyatt go?”

“He’s in the house sleepin’.”

Kenneth stood to his feet and began stretching.  “So, where did they go?”

“Somewhere in the backyard.  It’s surrounded by a chain-link fence with concertina wire, so they’re just hidin’ in the dark somewhere.  I know you like the hunt, so I figured you’d want to go after them.”

“Hell, yeah.  Did you get the chainsaw workin’?”

“Yep.”

“Fuckin’ A.”  Kenneth quickly ran into the house and snatched a set of night vision goggles and the chainsaw, then promptly returned to the back porch.

“Don’t fuck them up like you did Toby.  I need them to fill out their own death certificates and toe tags.”

“I got this shit, man.”  With a brisk yank on the pull cord, he brought the chainsaw roaring to life, then swiftly vanished into the darkness.

Seth eased into his rocking chair, and as he smoked a cigarette, he relished the cacophonous symphony of the chainsaw reverberating in the night.  Within no time, terrified screams pierced the air, then a moment later, Shawn and Luke came staggering back toward the house in a frantic hurry, each struggling with the weight of their heavy steel ball.  Seth leaped from his chair and flung open the door, and when the men stormed in through the doorway, he shook his head when he saw bloody gashes slashed across their buttocks.  “Get back in the house, you dumbasses.”

Wearing a sinister grin on his face, Kenneth emerged from the darkness and approached Seth with a leisurely stroll.  “I bet they won’t try to run off again.”

“I’m sure.”

Once inside the house, Kenneth sat the chainsaw on the countertop as Seth eyed Shawn and Luke.  “If you fuckers try that again, I’ll let Kenneth cut off your fuckin’ legs.”

In a panic, Luke began examining himself.  “Oh, my God!  I need to go to the hospital!”

Equally terrified, Shawn cried out as he observed blood running down the back of his legs.  “Oh, shit!  This is bad!  Real bad!”

Seth tossed Shawn a box of Band-Aids.  “Put one of those on your boo-boo.”

His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the box.  “Boo-boo?  I have deep gashes cut into me.  This shit ain’t gonna work.”  About the time he finished his sentence, he realized Seth was being sarcastic.  “This isn’t funny.  I need medical attention.”

“You’ll be fine.”

Luke’s face twisted with panic as he examined his deep gashes.  “Come on, man!  Stop playin’ around and call an ambulance.”

“Seriously, dude?  You just saw what happened to Toby.  If I was going to call anyone, it would be a hearse.”

With a weary look etched into his face, Wyatt emerged from a bedroom.  “What’s going on out here?”

Seth laughed.  “Sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep.”

He scrutinized the bloody gashes carved across Shawn and Luke’s butt cheeks.  “Oh, shit!  What happened to them?”

“The dumbasses thought it was a good idea to escape, so Kenneth went after them with his chainsaw.”

In a state of sheer panic, Luke cried out, “I’m bleeding pretty bad!  Please do somethin’!”

Seth gestured toward the stack of rectangular cards resting on the island countertop.  “I guess you can write, bled to death, on your toe tag.”

“Come on, man!  Please don’t do this!  I need help!”

“First off, those are just minor flesh wounds, and they’re already startin’ to clot, so chill out.”

“Minor?  They’re like three inches deep.  And I might get an infection if I don’t get medical treatment.”

“I didn’t know a corpse could get an infection.”

Despite witnessing Toby’s demise, Luke remained in denial about a similar fate befalling him.  “Come on, man.  Please stop messin’ around.  I need help.”

“I don’t know why you think I’m messin’ with you.  You saw what happened to Toby.”  Seth glanced at his watch.  “It’s gettin’ late, and I said you fuckers would be dead before the sun rises.”  He slid a toe tag across the countertop toward Luke.  “Write on there how you want to die so we can wrap this up.” 

“I’m not fuckin’ doin’ that.”

“We don’t have time for this shit.”  Seth nodded toward the raffle drum as he regarded Wyatt.  “Pick something for the boy fucker.”

Luke’s eyes narrowed, his fists cliched tightly.  “I’m not a boy fucker.”

“You came here to fuck a twelve-year-old boy.”

“I’ve already told you I was only comin’ here to play video games.”

“Regardless, you still molested your seven-year-old nephew, so you’re still a boy fucker.”

“Stop calling me a boy fucker.  And I was falsely accused of that.  I never touched Aidan.  I swear to God!  I love my nephew and would never do anything like that to him.  And frankly, it’s insulting that you’re accusing me of such an atrocious act.”

“We really don’t have time for this, but...”  Seth sat a laptop on the counter and opened it.  “Since you’re so adamant that you didn’t do it, even swearing to God, I have somethin’ to show you.”  He brought up a video clip captured by a nanny cam.  He quickly scanned forward, then paused the footage that displayed an image of a heavyset man with a bald head and goatee, his pants around his ankles, a young boy in his arms.  “Can you explain this?”

Embarrassment washed over Luke like a tidal wave, prompting blood to rush to his face, turning his skin crimson red accompanied by a sensation of heat.  “That’s not me.”

“Sure, it is.  That’s why you’re red as a beet.  And that’s the same video they showed at your trial, jackass.”  He closed the laptop and slid it to the side.  “Not only are you a lyin’ sack of shit, but you’re also a fuckin’ child rapist.”  Seth motioned to Wyatt.  “Pick something for the boy fucker.”

“I already did.”  He held up a piece of paper.  “Turned into a rawhide loincloth.”

“Fucking A, Bubba!  That’s a good way for this boy fucker to die.”

Luke gritted his teeth as anger swept over him.  “Stop calling me that.”

Seth smacked a pen down on top of a blank toe tag.  “Write that shit on there, boy fucker.”

“Fuck you, asshole!”

Seth gave a subtle nod in Kenneth’s direction.  Acting on an unspoken cue, Kenneth swiftly moved behind Luke and applied a standing side headlock.  As Luke fought to get free, Seth pointed at Shawn as he regarded Wyatt.  “Keep an eye on his ass.”  Then he approached Luke from behind with a four-foot pole.  The device incorporated a braided steel cable loop on one end and a twist handle on the other.  As Kenneth held Luke in a bent forward position, Seth kicked his feet apart, placed the loop around the top of his ball sack, then twisted the handle, snugging up the cable.  “You can let him go.”

Upon Kenneth releasing Luke, he turned aggressive and began shouting.  “You motherfuckers are going to pay for this!”  He tried to grasp the pole, but the chains securing his wrists limited his reach.  “Let go of me, asshole!”

Standing behind Luke, Seth resembled a dog catcher using an animal control pole as he fought to keep him restrained.  “Calm down, you fuckin’ prick, before I rip off your balls.”  He twisted the handle, tightening the cable even more. 

Luke dropped to a knee as he moaned out.  “Okay, okay!  You’re gonna fuckin’ tear my skin!  Please stop!”

“Then get over there and fill out that fuckin’ toe tag before I castrate your ass.”

Worrying Seth would follow through on his threat, especially since he could see blood trickling down the inside of his legs, he scrambled over to the countertop and picked up the pen.  “And what am I supposed to write on here?”

Seth jerked on the pole, inflicting additional agony.

“Okay!  I’m doing it!”  He quickly scribbled, Turned into a rawhide loincloth.

“That’s what I thought, jackass.  Now grab one of the death certificates and fill it out.”

“Come on, man!  Please don’t….”

He gave the pole a quick jerk.  “Shut the fuck up and do what you’re told.”

“Okay!  I’m doing it!”

“And put today’s date as your date of death.”

Luke became emotional, his eyes welling with tears, and his hand trembled as he held the pen, making his writing almost illegible.  “I don’t want to die!  Please don’t do this!”

“I said shut the fuck up!  And when you get done with that, pick a body bag.”

After he completed the certificate, he snatched a bag from the pile and laid it next to his death certificate and toe tag.

“You sure that’s the one you want?  You didn’t even check out the others?”

“I don’t want any of them, but you’re making me do this.”

Seth pushed the pole to the side, forcing Luke toward the caskets leaning against the wall.  “Which one do you want?  We have wooden, wicker, and metal.  Traditional and toe pinchers.”

A wave of apprehension swept over him, followed by nausea.  “I think I’m going to throw up!”

“I don’t care.  Pick a damn casket.”

His finger trembled as he pointed at a wicker one.

“I knew you’d pick that one, you faggot.”

“I’m not a faggot.”

“Sure, you are.  You fuck little boys.”  Seth shoved the pole forward.  “Let’s go outside so you can pick your tombstone.  And don’t forget the dolly.”

Luke bent forward and rested his hands on his knees.  “Hold up, man!  I’m not feelin’ good.”

“You better get movin’ if you want to keep your beanbag.”

“I think there’s somethin’ wrong with my heart.  It’s beatin’ really fast and it’s makin’ me dizzy.”

“I don’t give a shit.  Now get your ass movin’.”

“You’re a relentless bastard.”  He took a deep breath, then with trembling hands, grabbed the dolly and rolled it outside.

“Which one do you want?  We have a rounded top, square top, oval top with ogee shoulders, a cross, and a gothic one.”

Consumed by an overwhelming sense of dread, his knees gave way and he collapsed to the ground.  “I can’t do this anymore!  Just kill me and get it over with!”

Seth glanced back at Kenneth as he stood in the doorway.  “Bring me the weed burner.”

Luke began to hyperventilate as he lay on the ground shaking.  “I can’t breathe!  I think I’m havin’ a heart attack!”

“You’re just havin’ a panic attack, dumbass.  But you’re fixin’ to be burned to a crisp if you don’t do what you’re told.”

A moment later, Kenneth strolled up with the weed burner.  “You gonna burn him, or do you want me to?”

“You can light his ass up.”

Kenneth ignited the burner, and after he tested the flame, sending fire shooting across the ground and consuming a patch of weeds, Luke staggered to his feet and quickly pointed at the square-topped tombstone.  “I want that one!”

Seth laughed.  “Splendid.  Now go get it.”

Luke stayed silent as he loaded the tombstone onto the dolly and proceeded to transport it into the house.  After Shawn and Luke sat it on a pair of sawhorses, Seth handed the pole to Kenneth.  “Keep his ass in line while I layout his stone.”

“Will do.”

Seth retrieved a black marker from his pocket and began writing on the tombstone.  When he was satisfied with the layout, he handed Luke the engraver.  “Hurry up and get that engraved so Shawn can bury your ass.”

Luke’s eyes narrowed when he glimpsed the writing:

Luke “Boy Fucker” Wagner

Raped His Seven Year Old Nephew

The Faggot Was Turned Into A Rawhide Loincloth

Died 9-18-2023

“You sorry bastard.  I’m not engraving that shit.”

“You can do it with or without balls.”

“I’m not doin’ it, so you can go fuck yourself.”

Seth grabbed his own balls with one hand while running his thumb across his neck with the other.  Without being verbally instructed, Kenneth began twisting the handle on the pole.  Luke let out a piercing wail as he frantically grasped at the cable, only to find it buried deep inside his skin.  Then to his horror, his ball sack splatted to the floor.  “Oh, my God!  You cut off my balls!”

Before Luke could react, Kenneth moved the pole forward and latched the loop around the base of his penis.  Perched on the countertop with a don’t-give-a-shit expression and a cigarette dangling from his lips, Seth pointed at the tombstone.  “Now you can do it with or without a dick.”

Luke gritted his teeth as he scrutinized the cable around his penis.  “You ruthless motherfuckers!  Y’all aren’t going to get away with this!”

Seth glanced at Shawn as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall.  “I hope you’re not going to be this hardheaded when it’s your turn.”

He remained silent as he kept his head down.

“Your buddy here is fixin’ to be turned into a Ken doll.  And if he still refuses to do what he’s told after that, I’m going to start pluckin’ out eyeballs and removin’ teeth.  Then I might pull out his intestines before I skin him alive.  And in the end, he’s still going to engrave his damn tombstone.”  Seth held up a spoon as he glared at Luke.  “Have you ever had an eye popped out with a spoon?”

“Does it look like I have, smartass?”

“You’re just cruisin’ for a bruisin’.”

“Fuck you and your mouthy comments.”

Seth grabbed his own dick with one hand while running his thumb across his neck with the other.  Before Kenneth could respond, Luke rushed over to the tombstone and began engraving it.  “One day karma is going to catch up to you fuckers.  And I hope y’all die slow and painful deaths.”

“Karma definitely caught up with your faggot ass for fucking kids.  Now shut the fuck up and get done so I can cut you into pieces.”

He laid the engraver down, and as his shoulders slumped, he lowered his head, releasing a sigh from his lips.  “Just kill me and get it over with.”

“Be patient.  We have to get your tombstone engraved first.”

“Please stop with the mind games.  Just do what you’re gonna do to me and get it over with.”

“You have three seconds to get back to engraving.  One…  Two….”

“Don’t treat me like a fuckin’ kid.”  Luke knew if he refused to play along with Seth’s twisted game, it would only lead to more suffering, so he reluctantly picked up the engraver.  In the depths of his mind, a glimmer of hope remained, a hope that he might find a way out of this nightmarish ordeal.

“You’re not as dumb as you look.  And make sure you engrave it deep enough so it will stand the test of times.  A thousand years from now I want folks to know you were a boy fucker.”

Mentally exhausted, Luke remained silent as he engraved his tombstone.  He’d been on an emotional roller coaster and now found himself feeling utterly numb inside.  The relentless and antagonistic provocation from his captor, coupled with the loss of his testicles, became too much for him to bear.  With each passing minute, he felt himself drawing closer and closer to an ominous conclusion.  Even as the engraver’s tip etched degrading words into the limestone, he remained devoid of any emotion.  It felt as if he were an observer, peering in from a detached perspective.

When he inscribed the final letter, his heart seemed to stop as a sense of impending doom swept over him.  He sat the engraver down, then took a deep breath as he glanced up at Seth.  “Please….”  Suddenly, something struck him in the face, followed by an overwhelming surge of pain.  “What the fuck!?!”  He gripped the object, pulled it out, and as he realized it was a tranquilizer dart, his vision faded to black.

Luke regained consciousness atop the kitchen island countertop, feeling disoriented and confused.  In a panic, he raised his head and began looking around.  “What’s going on!?!”  His eyes then traveled to a mirror mounted on the ceiling.  A wave of horror came over him when he saw ratchet straps securing his torso and ropes binding his arms and legs.  “Why am I tied up!?!” Then he noticed an I.V. stand holding numerous bags of various colored liquids, and a large diameter hose ran from the bags to his neck.  At that moment, the events of the night came rushing back to him.  “Oh, my God!  This can’t be happening!”

About that time, Johnny came walking up nude with Barry suspended from his chest within a leather harness.  Both of Johnny’s arms had been amputated at the elbows, and bloodstained bandages concealed the end of his stubs.  Displaying an aggravated expression, Barry grumbled, “I’ll let the master know you’re awake.”

A wave of horror flooded Luke as he gazed upon Seth’s twisted handiwork.  With Barry standing in close proximity to him, he could clearly see the scars where the transplanted body parts seamlessly melded with the skin on his face and head.  “Oh, shit!  I thought that was a mask!”

“Does it look like a fuckin’ mask?”

Luke examined Barry’s crotch for a moment, observing his missing genitals, then scrutinized the penis and ball sack hanging from his face and the ass cheeks perched on top of his head.  “That’s impossible.  There’s no way that can be done.”

As irritation swept over Barry, his mechanical eye started zooming in and out at a faster rate.  “Stop staring at me, asshole.”

“I’m not tryin’ to be rude.  I just can’t believe he did that to you.”  Luke glanced around, noting that Gloria was bound to a recliner while Justin lay asleep on a couch.  “Where’s everyone else at?”

“Out back makin’ somethin’ for your ass.”

He gazed at Johnny and Barry with a terrified expression.  “Listen, guys.”  He nodded toward his restraints.  “If you untie me, we can escape together.”

Barry frowned.  “How in the fuck am I supposed to untie you, moron?  I don’t have fuckin’ arms.”  He nodded toward Johnny.  “And this dumbass already tried to escape while you were gettin’ your beauty rest, and now he doesn’t have any hands.”

A scowl came over Johnny as he muttered, “Don’t call me a dumbass, you little prick.”

Barry ignored Johnny as he continued.  “Do you see these collars around our necks?”

“Yeah.”

“They’re explosive and can be remote detonated, so we can’t fuckin’ leave.  And because this jackass tried to escape, I got punished too, even though I didn’t have shit to do with it.”  He nodded downwards.  “Check out what the bastard tattooed on me.”

Luke noticed a fresh tattoo on Barry’s chest, featuring a red heart with Butthead written above it and Johnny Sausage written below it.  Instead of an arrow, a penis pierced through the heart as it spewed jizz across his chest and down his belly.  “I’m sorry he did that to you.  He’s fuckin’ demented.  If you can figure out a way to release me, I’ll have the cops come and rescue the both of you.”

“That shit ain’t happenin’ either.”

“Come on, man.  He cut off my balls, and look what he’s done to the both of you.  He needs to pay for what he’s done to us.”

Johnny nodded in agreement.  “He’s right.  We need to find a way to release this dude so he can get some help.”

Barry shook his head.  “You’re fuckin’ nuts.  You know what Seth will do to us if we let him go?”

“I don’t give a shit.  The fucker is gonna pay for what he’s done to me, and I’m sure in the hell don’t want to stick around and be fucked up like you.”

“Try to escape again, or let this dude go, and that’s exactly what he will do to you.”

“I ain’t scared of him.”

“Sure, you are.  That’s why you’re only talkin’ shit when he isn’t around.”

“I told you I ain’t scared.  I’ll kill that motherfucker the next time I see his ass.”

“How?  You don’t have any hands, you fuckin’ retard.”

Johnny began slapping Barry on the side of his head with his stubs.  “No one talks to me like that, you little bastard!”

In an act of retaliation, Barry latched onto Johnny’s stub with his mouth, sinking his teeth into the bloody bandage.

“Let go of me before I break your fuckin’ neck!”

Luke couldn’t believe what he was witnessing as he watched Barry and Johnny engage in a heated argument, exchanging insults while their nudity only exacerbated the already fucked up situation.  It felt as though he had stumbled into a bizarre episode of The Twilight Zone.  “Come on, guys!  We don’t have time for this!  Please let me go before it’s too late.”

Suddenly, the back door squeaked as Seth came strolling into the house, followed by Kenneth, Wyatt, and Shawn.  “Before it’s too late for what?”

Barry released Johnny’s stub and grumbled.  “Luke is wanting me to let him go so he can bring back the cops.”  He nodded toward Johnny.  “And this fucker has been talkin’ a lot of shit about you.  He even said he’s going to kill your sorry ass the next time he saw you.”

“Really?”  Seth glared at Johnny.  “Well?  Here I am.”

Johnny’s eyes grew large as melons.  “That’s not true.  I didn’t say anything.”

“FYI, your collar is equipped with cameras and a microphone, so I can see and hear everything you do.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.  And it also has GPS, so I can keep track of you no matter where you’re at.”  Seth pulled a hunting knife from his waistband.  “So, what do I need to cut off next to make you mind?”

“Hold up, man!  I was just joking around.  I’d never try to attack you.  I swear.”

“That’s what I thought.  And I’m not sure what I’m going to do with you yet, but I’m thinkin’ about turnin’ you into a human stroller for Butthead.”

Kenneth grumbled with discontent as he clutched a long pole, while Wyatt held onto a box filled with supplies.  “Where do you want this shit?”

Seth pointed to the kitchen table.  “Put it on the table.”

Barry grew irritated as he dwelled on Seth’s comment.  “That ain’t happenin’!”

“What are you whinin’ about now?”

“The stroller.  That’s not gonna happen.”

“Like you have a choice.”  Seth pointed across the room with his knife as he regarded Johnny.  “Go stand in the corner before I cut out your tongue.  And I better not hear another peep from either one of you.”

Johnny didn’t utter a word as he stomped over to the corner while Barry continued to provoke the situation.  “This shit ain’t right what you’re doin’ to me!  I don’t deserve to be treated this way!”

Seth snapped his fingers.  “Johnny!  I said I don’t want to hear either one of you.  Make Butthead be quiet before I come over there.”

“Yes, sir!”  Johnny began whacking Barry in the head with his stubs.  “Shut the hell up!”

“Stop hittin’ me, you fuckin’ prick!”

Johnny thrust his body forward, ramming Barry into the wall.  “I said shut the fuck up!”

“Okay, okay!  I’ll be quiet!”

He leaned forward and whispered into Barry’s ear.  “Why didn’t you tell me about the microphone and cameras, you jackass?”

“Because you’re a fuckin’ asshole.”

“That’s alright, you little bastard.  You’re gonna pay for that shit later.”

Seth snapped his fingers again.  “No whisperin’ either.”

Kenneth shook his head as he glanced at Johnny’s nude backside while he stood facing the corner.  “Shit is gettin’ more fucked up by the minute around here.”

Wyatt laughed.  “You said that dude was a badass in prison, but he’s actin’ like a little bitch.”

“After seeing Butthead and Otis, he knows what the consequences will be if he doesn’t cooperate.”  Seth observed tears welling up in Luke’s eyes as he lay in silence. “What the fuck are you cryin’ about?”

“I’m sorry for comin’ here.  Can I please go home?  I swear to God I’ll never do anything like this again.”

“Your new home will be the hole you picked in the backyard.  And speaking of hole, we need to get you tanned and skinned before sunrise.”

“Tanned and skinned?  What does that mean?”

“If I’m gonna turn you into a loincloth, I need to tan your hide first.”

“Please don’t do this!  I don’t want to die!”

“I didn’t say anything about dyin’, silly goose.  I’m gonna tan your skin while you’re still alive, or at least try to do it.”

“What?  You can’t be serious.”

“And I’m also gonna use the same technique the Indians used, which includes using part of your brain and some of your body fat for the softening agent.  But of course, they did it to animals that were already dead and skinned.”

“My brain?  But that will kill me.”

“Don’t worry.  I’ve got this.”  Seth tossed a medical book on the countertop.  “I’ll be using that to guide me.  That way I’ll know which parts I can cut out that won’t adversely affect your mental process or body functions.”

Luke scrutinized the title of the book, Brain Surgery for Dummies.  “This must be a joke.”

“If it was a joke, would it be funny?”  Seth thought for a moment, then chuckled.  “Well actually, it would be funny, so ignore my attempt at being sarcastic.”

“Come on, man.  I’ve learned my lesson.  Please let me go.”

“You saw what happened to Toby.  And you’ve seen Butthead and Otis, so why do you think I should treat you any different?”

“Because you’ve helped me see my evil ways.”

“You’re so full of shit.”  Seth motioned to Shawn.  “Get your ass over here.”  When he approached, he handed him a straight razor and a can of shaving cream.  “Shave all the hair from Luke’s body, including his head, eyebrows, and that damn fag-stache.  And make sure you shave his crotch and between his ass crack.  I don’t want my new loincloth smelling like burnt hair.”

Shawn scrutinized Luke’s nude body for a moment.  “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.  Is there a problem?”

“I’m not gay.”

“Being gay or not has nothing to do with it.  Someone needs to shave his ass down, and you’re at the top of the shit list.  But Luke will probably get a boner since he is a fag.”

“Uh, if I do it, will you give me another chance?”

“What do you think?”

He lowered his head and sighed.  “Can I go ahead and pick the way I want to die?”

“Seriously, dude?  You’d rather die than shave down another man?”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with it.  You’re gonna kill me regardless, so I just want to get it over with.”

“You’ll get to die later, so be patient.”  Seth pointed at Kenneth as he held the pole with the loop.  “You can shave him with or without balls.”

“How can y’all can be so cruel?”

“It’s what you get for being a child molester.  And if you say another word, you’ll be shaving the boy fucker without a dick and balls.”

Luke glared at Seth, his eyes narrowing in anger.  “Stop calling me a boy fucker.  And I’m not a fag.”

“Have you ever heard the expression, sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me?”

“Whatever, man.”

“My comments should be the least of your worries, dumbass.”  Seth yelled at Justin as he lounged on the couch.  “Otis!  Come over here and help this faggot shave down this other faggot.”

He shuffled up with a look of disgust.  “Are you serious?”

“You’re not doin’ shit, so yeah.  And if Johnny Sausage and his bitch had hands, they’d be helping too.”

Barry popped off as he faced the corner.  “I’m not his fuckin’ bitch, asshole!”

Seth laughed.  “You were in prison.”

“That’s a lie.  He never touched me.”

“Johnny?  Did you cornhole Butthead?”

Embarrassed, he shrugged his shoulders as he faced the corner.  “I don’t know.”

“I’m not askin’ you again.  And you better not lie, because I might or might not have a video of it.”

“You know what happened.”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

“Yeah, we hooked up.”

“That’s a creative way of sayin’ you buttfucked someone.  And how many times did you hit that ass?”

“Just a couple.”

“Did Butthead like it?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Did you like it?”

“Naw, man.  It wasn’t like that.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I’m not queer.”

“But you fucked another man.”

“That kind of shit happens in prison, but it doesn’t mean I’m into dudes.”

“Did you cum?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s a yes or no type of question.”

“I guess so.”

“I didn’t say it’s a, I guess so or no type of question.”

“Then, yes.”

“Did Butthead cum?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Why not?”

“Why are you askin’ me all these weird questions?”

“Because it’s funny.  Now answer my question.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did he not get to buttfuck you?”

“Of course not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ve already told you that I’m not into dudes.”

“If you say so, pal.  And you could have at least given him a reach around, you stingy bastard.”

Fuming, Barry lashed out, “I already knew you were a sorry motherfucker, but now I know how sorry you really are.  And I hate you so bad right now.”

Seth laughed.  “Who are you talkin’ about?”

“I’m talkin’ to you, asshole.”

“Listen here, you little prick.  You deserve everything that you got, and will get, for what you did to Kenneth.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Cry me a river.”

“Keep running your mouth and see where it gets you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Hey, Johnny.”

“Yeah?”

“When I attached Butthead’s ass to his cranium, I made sure to leave about twelve inches of his colon attached to his anus, meaning, he can still be cornholed in the forehead.”

Barry and Johnny both remained silent.

“Yeah, that got y’all’s attention.”

Kenneth started walking toward the front door.  “I’m outta here.”

Seth held out his hands.  “Hold up.  Why are you leavin’?”

He paused and glanced back.  “I know where this shit is going, and I ain’t stickin’ around for it.”

“Really, dude?  Don’t you wanna see Butthead pay for what he did to you?”

“You’ve already turned the motherfucker into an abomination.  We just need to put him out of his misery.”

“When you think he’s paid his debt for what he did to you, then end it.”

He gritted his teeth as he thought about it.  “Fuck it.  You can do whatever you want.”  He plopped on the couch and picked up a remote control.  “I’m gonna watch TV for a while.”  As he flipped through the channels, he came upon a fight.  “Hell yeah.  MMA is on.”

Seth glanced at Shawn and Justin as they stood dumbfounded.  “What the hell are y’all waitin’ for.  Get to shavin’ his ass down.”  He strolled over to Gloria as she sat bound in the recliner, and after he locked an explosive collar around her neck, he removed her restraints.  “Come with me.  I have a job for you.”  He then glanced at Johnny.  “Johnny!  You and Butthead are comin’ too.”

Johnny Load

Thirty minutes later as Seth, Kenneth, and Wyatt relaxed in the living room watching TV, Shawn and Justin shaved Luke while quietly griping amongst themselves.  In the bedroom, a cacophony of curse words, threats, and insults reverberated as Johnny fucked Barry in the forehead.

Slouching on the couch with his arms behind his head, Seth glanced at Gloria as she stood in the doorway to the bedroom.  “How’s it going in there?”

Uncertain about her own fate, her mind was consumed by anxiety and dread as she bore witness to the bizarre and horrifying events unfolding around her.  “They’re doin’ what you told them to do.”

“Good.  And let me know if they stop, or if they start fakin’ it.”

“Uh, okay.”

Kenneth shook his head as he listened to the unsettling sounds emanating from the bedroom.  “Damn, Seth.  You’ve done some sick shit before, but this is really fucked up.”

“Butthead needs to learn to keep his mouth shut and be remorseful for what he did to you.”

About an hour later, Justin came lumbering up with a sullen expression.  “It’s done.”

Seth stood up and stretched.  “Well, hell yeah.”  He glanced at his watch, then looked at Kenneth and Wyatt.  “We need to wrap it up.  We only have a few hours left before sunrise.”

Hearing the faint sound of Johnny grunting intertwined with Barry’s moans of agony, Kenneth pointed toward the bedroom.   “You need to end that shit.”

Seth motioned to Gloria.  “Shut the door.”

Kenneth shook his head as he arose from the couch.  “That’s not what I meant.  And I can still hear their ass.”

Seth pulled out his cell phone, picked a song, and when he pressed play, the sound of ‘70s-style porn music began reverberating from inside the bedroom, drowning out Barry’s moans and Johnny’s grunts.  “Is that better?”

Kenneth laughed.  “That motherfucker ain’t never gonna talk to you again.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice.  But you know he won’t be able to keep his mouth shut for very long.  In fact, I bet he starts talkin’ shit within five minutes after he comes out of the damn bedroom.”

“I’ll take that bet.”

“A hundred bucks?”

“I’ll do that.”

Wyatt pulled a hundred dollars from his pocket and tossed it on the countertop.  “I want in on this.  You said he’ll pop off within five minutes, but I think he’s going to be pouted up for longer than that.”

“Alright.  I’ll take your hundred bucks too.”  Seth strolled over to Luke, then frowned when he noticed small cuts riddled his body. “Dammit!  You dumbasses fucked up my rawhide.”

Justin lowered his head as he shrugged his shoulders.  “Sorry, man.  He wouldn’t hold still.”

“You better hope I can sand them out.”

“Dude, who gives a shit?  You’re probably going fuck up his skin anyway.”

“Go stand in the corner, smartass.”

“What?”

“If you’re gonna act like Butthead, I’m gonna treat you like him.”  As Justin stomped away, Seth’s aggravation transformed into amusement as he observed Luke’s bald head and hairless face.  “You look like a damn cue ball.”

Kenneth chuckled as he added, “If he was wearin’ a turtleneck, he’d look like roll-on deodorant.”

Luke scowled as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror above.  “It’s not funny!  You have no right doin’ this to me!”

Seth lit a cigarette, took a long drag, then exhaled the smoke in Luke’s direction.  “I’m not in the mood to hear your complaints, so keep them to yourself.  And being shaved should be the least of your worries.”

“Don’t blow smoke in my face, asshole!  And you did a lot more than just shave me.  You’re holding me against my will, and you cut off my fuckin’ balls.” 

“It’s not like you’re gonna need them anymore, so stop bitchin’ about it.”

“Wow!  You are a ruthless bastard.”  He glanced at the I.V. bags, observing they contained various substances, including red, clear, and green liquids.  “And what the fuck are in those bags?”

“Just some random shit I mixed up in my bathtub.”

“What the hell?”  He scrutinized the hose as it ran from the bags to a catheter in the side of his neck.  “Get this fuckin’ needle out of my neck!  That shit could kill me!”

Seth began securing Luke’s head to the countertop with a ratchet strap.  “That shit is going to prolong your life and keep you from passin’ out, so you should be grateful.”

“Hold up, man!  Why are you strapping down my head?”

“I can’t have you movin’ around while I’m cuttin’ into your brain.”

“Cut into my brain?  What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“I’ve already told you, since I’m using the same technique the Indians used for tanning hides, I need brain matter and body fat for the softening agent.”

“There’s no way you’re actually going to do that, so stop tryin’ to scare me.”

“You saw what happened to Toby.  Does it look like I’m tryin’ to scare you?”

“But that could give me brain damage.”

“I’m willin’ to risk it.”  He held up a scalpel.  “This might sting a little.”  Luke belted out an ear-piercing scream as Seth began cutting around the top of his scalp with the blade, slicing him across his forehead, above his ears, and across the back of his head.

Experiencing an overwhelming amount of agony, every muscle in Luke’s body tensed up as he wailed in agony.  “Stop, stop, stop!  You’re fuckin’ killin’ me!  Please stop!  I’m beggin’ you!”

After Seth peeled the skin from his cranium, tossing the detached flesh into a trashcan, he used a Dremel oscillating tool to cut through the bone.  After he ran the vibrating blade completely around his head, he pried the top of his skull loose with a screwdriver, exposing the thin layer of dura mater.

Breathing heavy and panting like a dog, Luke cried out, “I can’t take the pain!  Please stop hurting me!”

“Chill out.  I’m done for now.”

Luke began to hyperventilate as he gazed into the mirror, observing his exposed brain.  “Oh, fuck!  I can’t believe you removed the top of my head!”

“You need to calm down before you have a heart attack.”  Seth tossed the top of the skull to Kenneth.  “Wash that out in the sink.”

“For what?”

“It’s my new ashtray.”

He didn’t respond as he tossed it into the trashcan.

“Hold up, man!  I was being serious.  Dig that shit back out.”

Kenneth shook his head as he retrieved the skull.  “You’re fuckin’ crazy.”

After Seth carefully removed the dura mater, arachnoid layer, and pia membrane, exposing the top of Luke’s brain, he glanced at Wyatt.  “I need you to hold the book for me so I don’t cut out the wrong shit.”

Wyatt snagged the book, Brain Surgery for Dummies, from the countertop and opened it.  “Which page?”

“I got it marked with a tab.”  After Wyatt flipped to the section, Seth scrutinized an image of a brain while comparing it to Luke’s brain.  “Damn!  Everything looks the same.  This is going to be harder than I thought.”  He poked Luke’s frontal lobe with a needle.  “Can you feel that?”

“Feel what!?!  What are you doin’!?!”

“I’m tryin’ to figure what parts I can cut out.”

“Hold up, man!  You can’t cut into my brain!  That could kill me!”

“Then you’ll get off easy.”  Seth studied the diagram in the book for a moment.  “I think I’m going to start with the parietal lobe.”  Using the scalpel, he began delicately slicing into the cerebral tissue.  “Since the brain doesn’t have pain receptors, you won’t be able to feel anything as I cut into it.  But you do need to let me know if it affects your breathing, heart, eyesight or hearing, or if you feel any kind of weird sensations.”

“Oh, shit!  My fingers are tingling.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re gonna fuck up my brain!  Please stop!”

Seth removed a small section of his parietal lobe and tossed it into a blender.  “Answer my question.”

“Come on, man!  Stop cuttin’ into my brain!”

“If you don’t answer my question, I’ll start cuttin’ out larger sections.”

“Okay, okay!  It feels like my fingers are asleep.  You know, like when you wake up in the middle of the night and your fingers are numb.”

“That’s good.  Nothing too dramatic then.”  He cut out another small segment.  “Did that do anything?”

A wave of horror came over Luke as he watched Seth toss the brain tissue into the blender.  “Oh, fuck!  My body just went cold!  Please don’t cut out anymore!”

He sliced off another piece.  “How about now?”

“Somethin’ is wrong!  What the hell did you do!?!”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t stop my hands from shaking.”

“Damn.  I might be cuttin’ out sections of your frontal lobe instead of your parietal lobe.”

“What the hell, man!?!  Don’t you know what the fuck you’re doin’!?!”

“Of course, not.  I’m not a fuckin’ brain surgeon.”

“You stupid ass!  You’ve fucked up my brain!”

“Stop being so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?”  Realizing he was facing an impending doom regardless of how much he pleaded or begged, Luke’s mindset shifted to one of rage.  “I hope you get the needle for this, you worthless piece of shit!”

Seth laughed.  “That’s funny comin’ from a child rapist.  And since I can’t risk cuttin’ out any more of your brain and turnin’ you into a retard, I’ll need more of your fat for the softening agent.”

“Do whatever you want, you twisted fuck, ‘cause I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Splendid.”

“Fuck you and your smartass comments.”

“Let me know if this hurts.”

Luke wailed at the top of his lungs as Seth sliced open his belly, and as he cut out his adipose tissue, he tossed it into the blender on top of the brain matter.  When the container was almost full of the white tissue, he nonchalantly sliced off Luke’s penis.

Drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, Luke’s eyes widened as he watched Seth toss his severed organ into the blender.  “What the fuck!?!  I can’t believe you cut off my dick!  Karma is gonna get your ass for this, you sorry motherfucker!”

“Right now, karma is gettin’ your ass back for fuckin’ kids.”

Kenneth grabbed his own crotch as he exclaimed, “Damn, Seth!  That’s brutal as fuck.”

“It’s not like he’s gonna need it anymore.”

A blank expression settled upon Luke as he calmly uttered, “I hope you die a slow and miserable death.”

“Now, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say.”

“Fuck you.”

As Seth’s hand inched toward the blender’s start button, a wave of panic washed over Luke.  “Hold up, man!  Please don’t start it!”

“Why?”

“Because the doctors can sew my penis back on.”

“You mean the mortician?”

“Come on, man.  I’ve learned my lesson.  You’ve scared the shit out of me, and I swear to God I’ll never do this type of stuff again.”

“Do what type of stuff are you referring to?”

“You know.  To play video games with someone younger than me.”

“Really, dude?  You’re facing an impending death, and your final plea to save your life is to be dishonest?”

“I’m tellin’ you the truth.  And will you please put my penis and ball sack on ice?”  He glanced into the mirror, searching for the top of his skull.  “And where’s my skull?  I need to take that to the hospital too.”

“Sure thing.  I’ll get right on that.  And speakin’ of your ball sack…”  Seth glanced around the kitchen.  “Where’s his sperm bag?”

Wyatt pointed to the trashcan.  “I threw it away.”

Seth dug through the trash and retrieved the scrotum, then flung it into the blender.  “That should make it extra creamy.”

“Okay, man!  You made your point.  I didn’t come here to play video games.  If I tell you the truth, will you give me another chance?”

“I really don’t care what you have to say.”  He opened a baggy filled with tree bark and roots and dumped it into the blender.  “That should do it.”

“Please don’t turn it on!  I’m begging you!”

As the blender whirled into action, Luke watched in horror as his penis and ball sack were instantly sucked into a swirling vortex of fat, brain matter, bark, and roots.  “Oh, my God!  I can’t believe you did that!  You have destroyed my life!  Just kill me and get it over with.”

“Speaking of killin’.”  Seth glanced at his watch, then looked at Shawn as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall.  “I said you would be dead before sunrise, but it looks like it’s gonna happen late mornin’ thanks to Luke.  I hope you’re okay with that.”

Mentally broken and overwhelmed by a crippling amount of anxiety, tears welled up in Shawn’s eyes.  “I just want this to be over with.”

“As long as you don’t drag it out like Luke, then maybe we can get you in the ground before sunrise, so when it’s your turn to pick, choose something less time consuming.”  Seth motioned toward Kenneth.  “Let’s get the boy fucker mounted and carried outside.”

After Seth and Kenneth strapped Luke to a steel pole, he glanced at Shawn as he sat on the floor with a deadpan expression.  “Grab the container from blender and follow us.”

Once outside, they placed the ends of the pole on a pair of sawhorses equipped with roller bearings, positioning Luke’s body above a bed of smoldering coals.  Feeling like a pig on a rotisserie, he began to panic as Seth used a large paintbrush to coat his body with the concoction from the blender.  “What the fuck are you doin’, man!?!”

“This is part of the tanning process.  The brain and fat contain oils that will help soften and preserve your hide.  The tree bark and roots contain natural tannins.  They will create a chemical reaction with the proteins in your skin, making it resistant to decomposition.”

“Please don’t burn me!  I’ll do whatever you want if you give me another chance!”

As Wyatt added wood atop the hot coals, Seth mounted a crank handle on the end of the pole next to Luke’s head, then motioned to Shawn.  “Come here.”  When he approached, Seth grasped the handle and gave it a spin, rotating Luke’s body.  “When the fire gets going, I need you to rotate this handle so his skin will be evenly smoked.”

“Uh, okay.”

Seth replaced Luke’s I.V. bags with a single, large bag filled with a clear liquid, then handed it to Shawn.  “He’s going to lose a lot of fluids from the heat, so I need you to hold this as well.  And as you rotate him, make sure the tubing doesn’t get tangled or kinked.”

Shawn felt nauseated as he gazed at Luke’s exposed brain and missing genitals.  Fearing his own fate might mirror the horrors he had witnessed—Toby’s brutal demise, Barry’s and Justin’s grotesque body transformations—he fixed his trouble gaze on Seth.  “Do I really get to pick the way I want to die?”

“Of course.”

“No matter what it is?”

“I’ve played this game before, so if you’re hopin’ to come up with somethin’ that’s impossible, you’ll end up disappointed.”

“I wasn’t plannin’ on doin’ anything like that.  I just don’t want to suffer.  And do you swear that I get to pick whatever I want?”

“Yes, you get to pick, I swear on your life.  But make sure you’re clear about what you want so there’s no confusion.”  At this point, the searing coals had set the wood ablaze, forming a smoky inferno that consumed Luke’s body.  “Start rotating your buddy so his skin will be evenly dried out.”

As Shawn rotated the pole, the thick smoke burned Luke’s eyes and lungs, prompting him to cough as he cried out, “I can’t breathe!  I can’t breathe!  I can’t breathe!”

“Calm down, dude, before you give yourself a heart attack.”

“Please don’t do this!  I don’t want to die!”

“You’re not going to die.  I’m just smokin’ your skin to dry it out.”

“But the flames are burning me!”

“Stop being a drama queen.  You’re only feeling the heat from the fire.”  Seth glanced at Shawn.  “Even though his outer body will lose all its moisture, I don’t want his insides to become dehydrated, so make sure his I.V. hose doesn’t get kinked.  And when the bag gets low, let me know so I can swap it out.”  Seth casually walked up to the back porch, where Kenneth and Wyatt were unwinding in rocking chairs.  He settled into his own chair, propped his feet up on a railing, and lit a cigarette.  “Let me see where Zane is at.  I don’t want the fucker showin’ up early and surprising us.”  He pulled out Gloria’s phone and sent a text that read, Where ya at, big dick?

Shortly afterward, he received a response.  HA!!!  You know it, baby.  3 hours away.

Seth glanced at Kenneth and Wyatt.  “Zane will be here in about three hours, so we might have to kill Shawn later in the morning.  Hopefully, the fucker won’t pick somethin’ that’s too time consuming so we can get the fuck out of here.”

Overhearing Seth’s comment, Shawn sighed as he rotated Luke above the fire.

Seth glanced in his direction.  “Did you say somethin’?”

“Naw, man, I didn’t say shit.”

“Good.  I didn’t want to hear your bitchin’ and moanin’ anyway.”

A few minutes later, Gloria cracked open the back door and peeked out.  “They stopped.”

“Go tell them fuckers I said they better get back to it.”

“I’m not sure if they can.  The little dude is bleeding pretty bad, and the other guy’s penis isn’t hard anymore.”

“Bleeding where?”

“All over.”

“What do you mean all over?”

“All the way around his head.  You know, where you stitched him together.  And that hole in his forehead is bleeding also.”

“Dammit.  I told Johnny not to be rough with him since his stitches were fresh.”

“The little dude was fighting with the big one the whole time.”

“I’m sure he was.”

“I tried to make them stop, but they wouldn’t listen.”

“Go strap his ass back to Johnny and tell them to stand in the corner.”

Around an hour later, Seth sauntered over to Luke and observed his skin had taken on a rich, golden-brown hue.  “Oh, hell yeah!  That looks good.”  Then he detected moans of agony emitting from Luke as mucus dripped his face.  “Damn, boy.  I’m surprised you’re still alive.”

Luke’s eyes were swollen shut, and he could barely utter a word as he emitted a haunting groan.  “Please kill me!”

“Be patient.”  Seth pointed toward the end of the pole as he regarded Shawn.  “Help me carry him into the house.”

Once they positioned Luke on the kitchen island, Seth unstrapped the pole from his body, extracted the catheter from his neck, and injected him with a combination of epinephrine and morphine.  As the adrenaline surged through Luke’s veins, an overwhelming and terrifying wave of panic consumed him.  “Oh, my God!  Please get me out of this bag!  I can’t stand being confined!”

A confused expression came over Wyatt as he looked at Seth.  “What’s he talkin’ about?”

“I’m not sure.”  He glanced down at Luke.  “Dude.  You’re layin’ here naked.  You’re not inside anything.”

“Yes, I am!  Please get me out!”

Seth examined Luke’s body for a moment.  “I think his skin has detached from his underlying muscles, so it feels like he’s trapped inside something.”

Kenneth cringed as he rubbed his own arm.  “What the fuck?  How is that possible?”

“I guess when the heat dried out his skin, it became loose from the rest of his body.”

A grimace of horror came over Luke.  “What do you mean my skin has come loose!?!”  Horrified, he lifted his head, his swollen eyes cracking open, and with blurred vision, he stared into the mirror above.  In that reflection, he observed that the skin on his face and feet remained untouched by the tanning process, retaining a pale white color.  However, from the base of his neck down to the tops of his ankles, his skin had taken on a brown hue akin to rawhide.  “Oh, my God!  This is bad!  Real bad!”  As he scrutinized his hands and arms, they felt alien, as though he were staring at another being.  “What have you done to me!?!”

Suddenly, an angry voice resonated from across the room. “You’re a sorry motherfucker!  And I hope you die of lung cancer, you fuckin’ prick!”

Seth erupted into laughter as he glanced at his watch.  “He couldn’t keep his mouth shut for more than three minutes.”

Kenneth glared at Barry as he stood in the corner.  “You stupid ass!  You cost me a hundred bucks.”

“Fuck you!”

“Johnny!  Bring that little bastard over here.”

He quickly scurried over to Kenneth as Barry dangled from his chest.  “Yes, sir?”

“Don’t yes sir me, I’m not your fuckin’ daddy.”

Seth frowned when he saw blood and sperm oozing from Barry’s swollen and inflamed anus.  “Damn, Johnny!  How many times did you cum inside him?”

A wave of disgust swept over Kenneth as he observed the disgusting mixture running down Barry’s face before dripping to his chest.  “That’s fuckin’ nasty.”

“Yeah, it is.”  Seth scrutinized the blood seeping from the stitches that held Barry’s buttocks to his head.  “Dammit Johnny!  I told you to go easy on him.  You almost ripped off his ass hat.”

“Sorry, man.  He wouldn’t hold still.”

“You can treat him like a pocket pussy once he’s fully healed.  And your new name is Johnny Load.”

Barry’s face contorted into an expression of seething rage as he fixed a piercing glare upon Seth.  “Your whore of a mama should have killed your sorry ass as soon as she squeezed you out of her filthy cunt!”

Kenneth’s and Wyatt’s eyes opened wide as they exclaimed in unison.  “Oh, shit!”

“It’s all good.  He’s just trying to goad me into killin’ him.  But unfortunately, he gets to be Johnny’s boy toy until he dies of old age.”  Barry started to respond, but Seth promptly silenced him by zipping his lips shut.  “I don’t want to hear it.”  He glanced at Johnny.  “Go stand your nasty ass back in the corner.”

“Hold up, man.  You’re the one who told me I had to do it.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t actually think you’d bust a nut, much less several times.  Now get your ass movin’ before I make Butthead toss your salad.”

As Johnny stomped away, Kenneth frowned.  “I hope you’re jokin’ about him tossin’ his salad.”

“Not at all.  He can do it when they get back to your house.”

“Them nasty motherfuckers aren’t comin’ to my house.”

“But that’s were Butthead’s been livin’.”

“Not anymore.  They can live with your ass.”

“I guess they’ll have to stay with Wyatt.”

Wyatt shook his head.  “Bullshit.”

“Fuck it.  I’ll figure somethin’ out.”  Seth glanced down at Luke as he feverishly examined himself.  “What the hell are you doin’?”

“Something is wrong.  My body feels numb and I’m cold.”

“That’s because the heat destroyed all your nerve endings.”

“There’s no way I’d be alive if this was my skin, so I know you’re just fuckin’ with me.”

“I’m not fuckin’ with you.  And I’m surprised you’re still alive too.”  Seth placed a pattern of a loincloth on Luke’s chest, then, after outlining it with a marker, he shifted it down to his stomach and traced around it once more.

“Come on, man!  Please get me out of this thing!  I’m claustrophobic!”

“It’s not a thing.  It’s your skin.”

“Bullshit!  You made this just to scare me!”  An overwhelming sense of entrapment consumed Luke, unleashing a tsunami of adrenaline that propelled him from the countertop.  In his frenzied desperation to get free from what he perceived as a body suit, he savagely tore at his skin, tearing it open from his neck to his bellybutton with a spine-tingling rip.

“What the hell are you doin’!?!  You’re fuckin’ up my rawhide!”

“I have to get out of this!”  In his continued state of panic, and as he feverishly yanked his arms free from his skin, the fibrous connective tissue known as fascia produced a gruesome ripping sound as it tore loose from his underlying muscles.  Once his arms were free, and the tanned portion of his skin separated from the normal skin at his neck, he then proceeded to push it downward as if he were struggling to escape from a pair of coveralls.  As the pile of golden-brown skin enveloped his feet, resembling a pair of pants around his ankles, his eyes were drawn to the dark red, striated fibers that covered his body.  “What the fuck is this!?!”

“It’s your muscles, dumbass.”

A wave of confusion came over him as he examined his body.  “That’s impossible.  This must be another trick.”

Wyatt displayed a puzzled expression as he watched the bizarre sight.  “What the hell, man?  How is he still alive?”

“A person can live without their skin for a while, maybe even up to a month or two, as long as they don’t bleed to death.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.  And as you can see, the heat cauterized most of the capillaries supplying blood to his skin, so he’s not going to bleed out.  But he will eventually die from an infection or sepsis.”

Sitting on the countertop, Kenneth couldn’t believe his eyes as he observed Luke’s raw muscles and exposed brain.  “Damn, Seth.  If I wasn’t here to see this shit, I wouldn’t believe it.”

“Yeah, it is kind of mind blowin’.”

A wave of horror came over Luke as he listened to their conversation.  “Y’all are just trying to scare me.  I’d be in pain if I didn’t have any skin.”

“You’d normally be right, but the heat destroyed most of your nerve endings, plus I gave you some morphine.”  Seth pointed at Luke’s hands.  “Check out your fingers.  Does that look fake?”

As he scrutinized his fingers, observing white tendons and exposed bones, his eyes widened in disbelief.  “Oh, my God!  This can’t be happening!”  He gazed at Seth with a terrified expression.  “Please call an ambulance!”

Seth couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, a smile breaking across his face.  “You mean a hearse?”

“It’s not funny, asshole!”  In a state of panic, he quickly pulled his skin up to his waist like a pair of sweatpants, then sprinted out the front door.

Still laughing, Seth glanced at Kenneth.  “Go get his ass.”

Shaking his head, Kenenth leapt from the countertop and grabbed a flashlight.  “This night is gettin’ more fucked up by the minute.”

Potty Mouth

Seth glanced at his watch, then eyed Shawn as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall.  “Do you wanna pick how you wanna die now, or wait until later?  If you don’t choose somethin’ too time consuming, we can have you in the ground before sunrise.  Also, Zane should be here in about an hour and a half, so you need to make up your mind pretty fast.”

Shawn fixed his eyes on Luke as he stood next to the kitchen island.  With his detached skin sprawled across the countertop like a macabre tapestry, he displayed a grave expression as he cut it into various patterns.  Shawn couldn’t fathom how a man with no skin and an exposed brain could still be alive, much less being willing to perform such a degrading act of making garments out of his own flesh.  Amidst his ruthless captures and the unspeakable horrors he’d witnessed, Shawn realized that begging for mercy would prove futile.  To avoid suffering the same fate as those who came before him, he gazed at Seth with a somber expression.  “You said I can choose the way I want to die.”

“That’s correct.”

He started to speak, but the words deemed to be more difficult to say than he expected.

Seth nodded toward Wyatt as he stood next to the raffle drum.  “Go ahead and pick somethin’.”

As Wyatt brandished a piece of paper, an eerie stillness fell over the room.  Before he could catch a glimpse of its ominous message, Shawn’s voice, quivering with fear, abruptly blurted out, “I want to be shot in the head!”

“That’s fuckin’ lame.”

Shawn pivoted toward Seth, his demeanor reflecting a clear sense of surrender, and then, taking a deep breath, he lowered his head as he muttered, “Just do it and get it over with.”

“First, you need to fill out your toe tag and death certificate, and you need to pick a body bag, casket, and engrave your tombstone.”

“Please stop with the mind games and just do it.”

“The sooner you cooperate, the sooner this will be over.”

Overwhelmed by anxiety, he sank down to the floor.  “I’m not feelin’ good.  Please just do it and get it over with.”

Seth glanced at Wyatt.  “What’s written on the paper?”

“Strangled with his own intestines.”

Shawn lifted his head and glared at Seth.  “Hold up, you liar!  You said I get to choose!”

“These aren’t filled out yet.”  He held up a blank toe tag and death certificate.  “So, it’s not final yet.”

He scrambled to his feet and jerked the tag and document from Seth’s hand.  “You’re a ruthless motherfucker.”

“It’s what you get for fucking kids, pervert.”

“Whatever, man.”  Rage engulfed him as he began filling in his information.  “Karma is going to get you for this.”

“Maybe, but right now she’s gettin’ your ass back for fuckin’ your daughter.”

He forcefully slammed the pen onto the counter.  “I’m tired of hearing your mouth, so shut the fuck up!”  He snagged the top body bag from the stack and hurled it toward Seth, then marched over to the caskets leaning against the wall.  With a swift and forceful motion, he grabbed a wooden toe pincher, slamming it to the floor before storming out through the back door.  Moments later, he returned to the house, wheeling in a flat-topped tombstone on a two-wheeled dolly.  “Give me the fuckin’ engraver.”

Seth held up a marker.  “Slow your roll, pal.  I need to outline it first.”

“Hurry up and write your bullshit on there so I can get it done.”

After Seth outlined the tombstone, Shawn’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the inscription:

Shawn “The Child Rapist” O’Brien

Raped His Mentally Retarded Daughter

Shot In The Head And Buried Alive

Died 9-18-2023

“That’s real funny, asshole.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Kenneth wore a puzzled expression as he stood over Shawn, observing him as he diligently engraved the letters.  “How in the hell is he gonna be buried alive if you shoot him in the head?”

“I’m sure he’ll live for a while until he bleeds out.”

Enraged, Shawn muttered angrily as he forcefully worked the graver against the limestone.  “You’re not going to get away with this.  Someone will find out what you did here.”

“Of course, they will.  If it’s not documented, it didn’t happen.”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

Seth pointed at a wall-mounted camera.  “Everything is being recorded.  After I edit the video, I’m going to upload it to the internet for the whole world to see.”

“What the fuck!?!”  He laid down the engraver and covered his genitals as he scrutinized the camera.  “You better not be recording me.”

“That should be the least of your worries, dumbass.  Now get back to engraving before I strangle you with your own intestines.”

“Fuck you, dude.”

Seth pulled a knife from his waistband.  “I’m not tellin’ you again.”

Shawn clenched his teeth, gripping the engraver with one hand while using the other to hide his genitals.  “One day you’re gonna get yours.”

“Maybe, but today you’re gettin’ yours, so shut the fuck up.”  Seth glanced at Luke as he leaned forward against the countertop, his head bowed in a meditative posture.  “Luke!  Stop daydreaming and get back to it.”

“Somethin’ is wrong.  I don’t feel good, and I’m starting to hurt really bad.”

“Your adrenaline and morphine must be wearing off.”

“It feels like I’m dying.”

“I’m sure you are.  You don’t have any fuckin’ skin, and your brain is sticking out of your damn head.”

Tears welled in his eyes.  “I don’t want to die.  Please let me go to the hospital.”

“There’s nothin’ they can do.”

“They can put my skin back on.”

“Dude, your skin is toast.”

“Then they can give me skin grafts or something.  You know, from like a donor.”

“All you need to be worried about is gettin’ those loincloths done.”  Seth tossed a syringe onto the countertop.  “Inject that.  It’ll give you a little boost and help with the pain.”

As Luke injected himself in the arm, a surge of euphoria came over him.  “Oh, yeah!  That’s better.”

“Good.  Now get back to it.  The loincloths aren’t gonna make themselves.”

“Fuck that.”  He folded up his detached flesh like a beach towel and placed it under his arm.  “I’m going to the hospital.”

“Your ass ain’t going anywhere.”

“Try to stop me, asshole, and see what happens.”

Kenneth shot a puzzled look at Seth.  “Why is he actin’ this way?”

“It’s the combination of morphine and adrenaline.  It’s making him feel indestructible.”

Luke began scanning the kitchen.  “Where’s the top of my skull?”  When he spotted it perched on the countertop filled with cigarette butts, an aggravated expression came over him.  “You stupid fuck!”  He flipped his skull over, dumping the butts and ashes onto the floor.  “I’m outta here.  And if any of you fuckers try to stop me, I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Seth raised a spray bottle and pointed it at him.  “Your ass ain’t going anywhere.”

Luke scrutinized the bottle for a moment.  “What the fuck is that shit?”

“Isopropyl alcohol, bleach, and salt.”  Seth turned the bottle so he could see the label that read, Faggot Spray.

“That’s real funny, you prick.  And it’s gonna take a lot more than a fuckin’ spray bottle to stop me.”

“You sure about that?”  Seth squeezed the trigger, propelling a stream of liquid to splash across Luke’s torso.  Within mere seconds, it felt as if his body was being consumed by an invisible, scorching inferno.  Overwhelmed by excruciating agony, Luke hastily discarded his skull and skin as he began frantically patting his raw muscles.  “Oh, my God!  It feels like I’m on fire!”  When his skinless fingers made contact with the liquid on his chest, they too began to sear and burn, adding to his torment.  “Oh, fuck me!  It’s spreading!  Please make it stop!”

Seth sprayed him again.  “Loincloths, asshole.  They’re not going to make themselves.”

Luke fell to the floor and began rolling around as he wailed, “Please stop!  It’s fuckin’ burning me!”

He doused his back with the liquid.  “I’m not tellin’ you again.”

Experiencing an overwhelming amount of pain, Luke began crawling across the floor like a wild animal.  “Okay!  Okay!  I’ll do it!”  He hastily seized his detached skin and rushed over to the island, where he started dancing in place, writhing in pain.  “It’s still burning!  Please make it stop!”

“It’ll wear off in a minute or two, so chill out.”  Seth handed the bottle of Faggot Spray to Kenneth.  “Keep his ass in line.”  He strolled over to Shawn, then frowned when he glanced at his tombstone.  “Dude!  You didn’t engrave the part about you raping your mentally retarded daughter.”

An angered expression came over him.  “Fuck you.  I’m not doin’ it.”

“Not only are you going to do it, but you’re gonna like it.  And now you get to add that you got her pregnant too.”

“To hell if I am, smartass.”

“You wanna bet?”

“You might as well go ahead and kill me, because I’m not….”

Seth struck Shawn in the head with the butt of his knife, knocking him to the floor.  As he lay dazed, he shoved his foot into his back to hold him in place, then rammed the blade between his ass cheeks and began aggressively slicing into his flesh.  After he cut all the way around his anus, he pulled out about six feet of his large intestine, then wrapped it around his neck.

Amidst the excruciating pain and the suffocating sensation of being strangled, Shawn’s voice barely escaped his lips as a chilling whimper.  “I’ll do it!  I’ll do it!  Please stop choking me!”

Seth released the intestine and stepped back.  “Then get to it, asshole.”

Uncertain of what had occurred, Shawn moaned in agony as he rose to his feet.  When he inspected the searing pain radiating from his rearend, a wave of terror washed over him when noticed blood covered the back of his legs and his entrails were sprawled across the floor.  “Oh fuck!  Is that my intestines!?!”

“No, it’s your fuckin’ tail, jackass.  Now get back to engraving before I strangle you with it.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me!”

Seth started to reach for the intestine.

“Okay, okay!  I’m doing it!”  He rushed over to the tombstone.

“And don’t forget to add that you got your daughter pregnant.”

Feeling mentally drained and pushed to his limit, Shawn longed for his harrowing nightmare to be over.  “You are a ruthless motherfucker, you know that?”

“Stop flappin’ your lips and get the shit done.”

“I am, you fuckin’ prick.  I’m workin’ as fast as I can.”

“Good for you.”

When he completed the last letter, he tossed the engraver to the floor.  “I believe what goes around, comes around, and one day you will get yours, you demented fuck.”

Seth pulled his Kimber 1911 from his holster.  “Anything else you want to say before I bury your sorry ass?”

“Yeah.  Fuck you!  And I hope you die a miserable death, you fuckin’ cocksucker!”

“Wow!  What a potty mouth.”

“Fuck you and your mouthy comments!”

Seth aimed between Shawn’s legs and pulled the trigger, the .45 caliber bullet obliterating the end of his penis before leaving a long gash on the inside of his right leg.

Shawn fell to his knees while cupping his bloody stump with his hands.  “Oh, my God!  You shot off my dick!”

“No, I shot you in the head, just as you requested.”

“You sorry motherfucker!  You know that’s not what I meant!”

“That’s your fault.  You should have specified which head.”  Seth nodded toward Kenneth, and without being verbally instructed, they dragged Shawn over to his wooden coffin and forcefully shoved him inside it, then nailed the lid closed.  As they carried the coffin through the back door, Shawn’s frantic kicks and punches echoed from within the box, accompanied by his agonized cries.

After they lowered him into his grave using ropes, Seth glanced at Wyatt.  “I saw some corrugated metal inside the barn when I first checked out this place.  I need three of them.  And there’s a bunch of cedar fence pickets in there too.  Bring about thirty of them as well.  And see if you can find some nails and a couple of door hinges.”

“What are you planning on making?”

“It’s a surprise for Shawn since he’s such a potty mouth.”

As Wyatt gathered the materials, Seth retrieved some tools from his bus, then descended into Shawn’s grave with a jigsaw.  After he cut a six-inch hole in the lid of his casket right above his head, Shawn pressed his face against the opening and yelled, “Please let me out!  I’m begging you!”

“Hush!  I don’t want to hear it.”

Consumed by claustrophobia, a suffocating fear overwhelmed him as he gasped for air.  “Come on, man!  I can’t breathe in here!”

“I said shut the fuck up!”  Seth wacked him in the mouth with a hammer.

Shawn ignored the pain as he continued holding his face against the hole.  “Oh my God!  I’m going to suffocate!  Please open the lid!”

“You’re not going to suffocate, so chill out.”  Seth struck him in the mouth again, knocking out several of his front teeth.

In an act of desperation, Shawn shoved an arm through the hole and began frantically clawing at the lid.  “Let me out of here, you motherfucker!”

Aggravated, Seth planted his foot against his upper arm, grabbed his wrist with both hands, then bent his arm backwards until his elbow joint hyperextended, tearing ligaments and muscles.  Shawn screamed in agony, and when Seth let go, he quickly jerked his deformed arm back inside the coffin.  “What the fuck, man!  You broke my arm!”

“Stick somethin’ else out here and I’ll break that shit too.”

Becoming emotional, Shawn began crying as he softly whimpered, “I can’t believe you’re doin’ this to me.  I don’t deserve this.”

“Hush!  I don’t want to hear it.”

When Wyatt arrived with the corrugated metal, Seth took one of the sheets, rolled it lengthwise into a seven-inch-diameter tube, then secured it together with duct tape.  While holding the tube upright over the coffin’s opening, Kenneth and Wyatt started filling the grave with dirt.  The haunting echoes of Shawn’s cries reverberated through the tube, creating a chilling and haunting atmosphere in the nighttime air.

After the grave was filled, Seth leveled the dirt, leaving the tube protruding from the ground around two feet.  “That’s perfect.”  He glanced at his watch, then pulled Gloria’s phone from his pocket and sent a text to Zane that read, How much longer, player?

45 min.

Good.  My pussy is soakin’ wet.

???

What’s wrong?

Why are you acting this way?  You know I’m not into women.

LOL.  Just messing with ya.

Your crazy, girl.

You’re.

What?

Never mind.

Seth glanced at Kenneth and Wyatt.  “Zane the fag will be here in about forty-five minutes.  While I finish this up, go ahead and get everyone moved to one of the bedrooms.  The fucker will most likely be carrying, so I’m going to take his ass out before he gets inside the house.”

As Zane pulled into the driveway, the sun revealed a blanket of morning dew that covered the ground, glistening in the early daylight.  Then to his bewilderment, he saw Gloria, butt naked and sprawled out spread eagle across the front steps, fucking herself with a large dildo.  Taken aback, he dropped his guard as he exited his car.  “What the hell are you doin’, Gloria?”  Before he took his first step, a dart struck him in the side of his neck, followed by his vision swiftly fading into darkness.

Seth laughed as he approached Zane while he lay on the ground unconscious.  “I knew that would get his ass sidetracked.”  He glanced at Kenneth and Wyatt as they strolled out from behind some bushes.  “The dildo in the pussy trick gets ‘em every time, even when they’re not into pussy.”

Wyatt’s gaze fell upon Zane, a middle-aged man possessing a chubby physique, attired in a jacquard purple paisley shirt, brown slim-fit trousers, and alligator shoes.  His long black hair cascaded down his shoulders, complemented by a thick handlebar mustache and a hoop earring in his right ear.  Cuban-link chains made of white-gold hung from his neck, gold rings adorned every finger, and white-gold bracelets and an iced-out Rolex watch decorated his wrists.  “This dude sure is a creepy fucker.”

“Yeah, he is.  And out of all the scumbags we go after, he’s the worst type being a sex trafficker.”

“Are we gonna do the burial thing with him?”

“Naw, Missy wants me to bring him and Gloris back home.”

“Missy?”

“Yeah, when she found out about them, she said she wanted to fuck them up.”

“Oh, shit!  That means their asses are gonna get it bad.”

“Yep.”

After Seth and Kenneth bound Zane and Gloria, securing them inside the bus, the group withdrew into the house, congregating in the kitchen.  There, Luke stood motionless, displaying a pained expression.  “Can I have another shot?”

Seth observed his ridged posture and the grimace etched into his face.  “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It hurts really bad when I move, and I can’t sit or lay down.”

“I’m sure.  Your ass don’t have any skin.”

“Like I don’t know that, smartass.”  He repeated his question.  “Can I have another shot?”

“Did you finish the loincloths?”

Luke’s eyes narrowed, and he appeared to be in a peculiar state, wavering between survival mode and a desire for his suffering to end.  “Yeah.  And I can’t believe you made me do that to my own flesh.  It’s fuckin’ degrading.”

“I’m sure your nephew thinks it’s degrading what you did to him.”  Seth picked up one of the garments and examined it.  “Not too shabby.”   He picked up the other one, then frowned when he saw a hole.  “Why is there a hole in this one?”  Upon closer examination, a grin spread across his face as he chuckled.  “Oh, shit!  It’s your belly button.”

“I don’t think it’s funny, asshole.  And you had no right doin’ this to me.”

“Don’t start whinin’.”  Seth strolled over to a closet door and opened it, finding Billy’s face covered in tears and snot as he lay bound and gagged.  “Good.  You’re still alive.”  He opened the door to a bedroom and motioned with his hand.  “Y’all fuckers get out here.”

When Johnny, Barry, and Justin exited the room, Seth got everyone’s attention.  “I’m fixin’ to head out, and I’m taking Panty Man with me.”  He eyed Justin as he stood with his arms crossed while displaying a sullen expression.  “Why are you pouted up?”

“I’m not.  I’m just standin’ here.”

“Somethin’s wrong with ya.”

He uncrossed his arms.  “I’m fine.”

“I’m not askin’ again.”

“I can’t believe you made me stand in the corner.”

“Really?  You’re still pouted up over that?”

“I think I’ve earned some respect.  I’m not a little bitch like Butthead.”

Barry’s eye narrowed as he dangled from Johnny’s chest, yet he couldn’t reply as his lips were sealed shut with a zipper.

“That was your fault for poppin’ off.  And if you’re gonna start actin’ up, we have some extra caskets leftover.”

‘Naw, man.  I’m good.”

“And speaking of caskets.”  Seth glanced at Luke.  “Do you wanna be buried alive, or do you want to pick another way to die?”

A frightened expression came over him.  “Why are you askin’ me that?”

“It’s time to be buried, but your ass is still alive.”

“Buried?  But I thought I was going to the hospital after I finished makin’ the loincloths.”

“I don’t know where you got that shit from, but you’re going in the ground dead or alive.”

Tears welled in his eyes.  “Come on, man!  Please don’t do this!  I don’t want to die!”

“You already have a death sentence, so stop being so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?  Look what you’ve done to me.  You’ve destroyed my life.”

Seth changed his focus to Kenneth and Wyatt.  “It’s been a long night, so y’all can head out too.”  He glanced at Justin.  “You’re gonna stay here and bury Luke.”

“How am I supposed to do that?  I only have one hand.”

“I’ll leave Johnny and Butthead here too.  They can help you.”

Justin briefly glanced at Johnny and Barry before returning his gaze to Seth.  “But they don’t have any fuckin’ arms.  How are they supposed to help?”

“You’ll figure it out.  And make sure y’all use the toilet out back.”

“What are you talkin’ about?  What toilet?”

Seth led everyone out the back door and over to an outhouse.  “This one.”

Wyatt scrutinized the structure, noting it was assembled from cedar fence pickets with a corrugated metal roof, and a cutout of a half-moon decorated the door.  “I was wondering what you were going to build.”  Upon opening the door and peering inside, he observed a bench with a large hole, and he could hear echoing cries emanating from within.  “Is that the pipe that goes to Shawn’s coffin?”

“Yep.  It’s what he gets for being a potty mouth.”

Kenneth chuckled.  “That’s funny as shit.”

Seth smiled.  “Literally.”

Everyone erupted into laughter.

Wagon Train

While Randy sat in the waiting room, he watched as nurses rolled one man at a time through a set of double doors.  A look of horror hung from their faces as they were being taken to an operating room for an emergency penectomy.  As the men were being hauled away, porters were bringing men out of the double doors after receiving the procedure.  As these men were being taken to the patient pickup and drop off area outside, Randy noticed they not only wore traumatized expressions, but some of them were sobbing.

Refusing to undergo a penectomy, Randy and Mack gathered with other like-minded men in the waiting room.  These men included: Darnell, the black man with the white doll.  Billy, a brawny man with a large beard and a doll dressed in a baby bonnet.  And Johnny, a slender crackhead with a brown-skinned doll.  Their game plan was simple; to hold out as long as possible in hopes the doctors could find a way to disable the dolls.  In the event one of their timers did go off, they planned on using Billy’s hunting knife to sever their own penis to prevent formaldehyde poisoning.

To Randy’s surprise, a porter came out of the double doors pushing Jeff in a wheelchair.  “Hey, Jeff!  Over here!”

The porter rolled him over to Randy and his group, then sauntered away.  Randy noticed Jeff’s left leg and his right arm were in a cast, a bandage concealed his head, scrapes, bruises, and gashes covered his face, his left eye was swollen shut, lips inflamed, and several of his front teeth were missing.  “Damn, bro.  Are you alright?”

With some of his front teeth missing, Jeff now spoke with a lisp.  “Do I fuckin’ look alright?”

“Hey, man.  I’ve been worried about you.  I’ve been trying to get an update from the nurses, but they’re a bunch of bitches.”

He didn’t respond as he slouched in his chair with a sullen expression.

“What the hell happened, dude?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know you’re upset about your penis, but you can still live a happy life.  If you start to feel depressed again, just talk to me.”

“What the hell are you insinuating?”

“Nothing.”

Anger swept over him.  “I didn’t try to kill myself if that’s what the fuck you’re thinking.”

“I’m not.”

“I just didn’t see the fuckin’ bus.”

“Okay, man.  I believe you.”

Bitterness consumed Jeff and secretly he wanted to see Randy have his penis cut off.  “I heard the doctors are cutting off everyone’s dick because they can’t find a way to remove the dolls.”

“Yeah, man.  Some crazy shit happened while you were gone.  Several dudes had their timers go off and their dicks got injected with the formaldehyde, so the doctors are giving everyone a penectomy.”

“When are they coming to get you?”

“They’re not.  We’re all holding out until the last minute.”

Jeff studied the group of men as they parked close together in a circle with their backs facing each other.  Facing outwards prevented porters and nurses from accessing the push handles on their wheelchairs.  Their formation reminded Jeff of wagon trains from the 1800s that formed a circle to ward off an Indian attack.  In this situation, instead of defending themselves from Indians with bow and arrows, they were protecting themselves from doctors with scalpels.  Jeff didn’t care about Randy’s wellbeing, and out of jealousy he wanted him to lose his penis too.  “You’re gambling with your life, man.  If the formaldehyde gets into your bloodstream, you could die.”

“I know.  That’s why we’re planning on cutting off our own dick if our timer does go off.”

“That’s fuckin’ stupid.”

“You won’t be saying that if our plan works.”

The thought of Randy getting to keep his penis angered him.  “I heard they gave up on trying to find a way to disable the dolls, so you might want to consider gettin’ in line.”

“Who did you hear that from?”

“I overheard some nurses talking about it.”

“Bullshit.”

An aggravated expression came over Johnny, the crackhead with a brown-skinned doll.  “I hope you’re mistaken, dude.”

“Go ask them if you don’t believe me.”

“I will.”

Johnny left the group, and as he argued with a nurse at the reception desk, Randy noticed a porter came out of the double doors pushing a fat man in a wheelchair.  “See that fat fucker?”

Jeff nodded.  “Yeah.  What about him?”

“He’s one of the dudes who got his dick injected.  He’s also a cocky motherfucker who said he wasn’t going to have his shit cut off.”  Still annoyed by the man’s rude comments from earlier, Randy laughed as he shouted, “Hey, man!  How’s it hanging?”

The man grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair and forced it to a stop.  “What the fuck did you say to me, asshole!?!”

“I thought you weren’t gonna have your dick cut off.”

“Keep laughing, you redheaded creep!  Your turn is coming!”

“Speaking of creepy.  Where’s ya little Asian boy?”

“Fuck you, dude!”  He glared at the porter.  “Get me the fuck out of here before I kill that bastard!”

“See ya later, dickless.”

As the porter pushed the man outside, Jeff eyed Randy with a troubled expression.  “Damn, dude.  That was harsh.”

“That guy is a fuckin’ prick and deserved it.”

Seeing Randy making fun of the man enraged him.  “That shit wasn’t funny, dude.”

“Why do you give a shit?”

“Because I know what he’s going through and there’s nothing funny about it.  And frankly, I find it offensive.”

“That had nothing to do with you, bro.  And I don’t think what happened to you is funny.  I was just trying to piss him off since he was running his mouth earlier.”

“You still have your dick, so you have no right making those kinds of comments.”

“Wow, dude!  You sure took that the wrong way.”

Suddenly, Darnell’s doll began counting down from thirty.  Originally, Darnell, the black man with the white doll, declared he’d rather die as a man than be a dickless motherfucker.  Now with an impending doom hovering over him, panic set in.  “Oh, shit!  What the fuck am I gonna do!?!”

Billy, the burly man with the large beard, pulled his hunting knife from its sheath and handed it to him.  “You gotta cut off your dick before the timer gets to zero!”

Darnell lunged from his wheelchair, and as he supported his doll with one hand while holding the knife with the other, his body trembled as he displayed a grimace of terror.  “I…  I don’t think I can do it!”

Everyone in his group began yelling for him to do it as the doll counted, “Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen…”

As his hand shook, he moved the knife close to the base of his penis.  “I…  I can’t do it!”

“…fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…”

Out of desperation, he began stabbing the doll in the chest.

“…ten, nine, eleven, two, eight….”  After the doll wailed out a series of random numbers, it then emitted an electrical buzzing sound right before going silent.

A huge amount of relief washed over Darnell.  “Oh, shit!  I think I killed the fucker!”

Randy couldn’t believe his eyes as he sat on the edge of his wheelchair.  “Holy shit, man!  You did it!  You figured out a way to disable them!”

Billy reached out.  “Give me back my knife.  I’m doing mine next.”

About the time Darnell handed the knife away, a burning sensation erupted from his penis.  “Oh, fuck!  Something’s wrong!  My dick is getting hot!”

Randy recalled how his penis was burned after dunking his doll in the water.  “Oh, shit!  I think you activated the heating elements.”

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s part of the doll’s defensive mechanism.  But it only lasts a short time.”

Darnell exhibited a terrified expression.  “Are you sure, man!?!  It’s starting to burn really bad.”

“Yeah.  For me, it only lasted just a few minutes.”

Suddenly, Darnell’s doll erupted into a fireball, covering the front of his body with flames.  The fire not only burned the front of his torso, but as he held onto his doll, the flames scorched his hands and arms.  Then to his horror, the outer shell of his doll disintegrated, covering his hands in molten plastic.  In a panic, he began frantically stumbling around the waiting room while wailing in agony.  As the flames intensified, melted plastic not only scorched his crotch, but began running down the front of his legs.  During the chaos, he tripped over Jeff, knocking him out of his wheelchair, slathering melted plastic all over his body in the process.

Finally, a security guard rushed over to Darnell with a fire extinguisher as he rolled around on the floor and extinguished the flames.  Experiencing an overwhelming amount of pain, Darnell lay on his back and moaned in agony as the heated plastic continued to burn his flesh.

As Randy and Mack helped Jeff back to his wheelchair, an angered expression hung from Jeff’s face.  “I can’t believe that shit happened!”

Randy nodded in agreement.  “I know, man.  Darnell must have stabbed the battery or something and caused it to explode.”

“I’m not talking about that shit.  He got hot plastic all over me.”

Randy observed white plastic covered parts of Jeff’s face, neck, and left arm.  “Dude.  That was an accident.”

“I don’t give a shit!  Hasn’t enough bullshit already happened to me?”

“Yeah, man.  You’ve been through a lot.”

When the bulk of his pain subsided, Darnell scrambled to his knees and began frantically examining himself.  First, he noticed his hands were covered in white plastic.  He tried to move his fingers, but the plastic became stiff after it cooled down, leaving him with a permanently affixed and rigid pair of gloves.  Then to his dismay, he observed a layer of hardened plastic covered his crotch.  He began frantically rubbing his plastic-coated crotch with his plastic covered fingers as he desperately tried to locate his genitals.  “Oh, my God!  Where’s my fuckin’ dick!?!”

Randy noticed a smooth, flat layer of plastic covered Darnell’s crotch.  It reminded him of a Ken doll since Ken dolls don’t possess a penis.  “Your dick is probably just under the plastic.”

Darnell exhibited a look of trepidation as he examined himself.  “Oh shit!  I think it got burned off!”  In a panic, he began rummaging through a pile of melted plastic and metal components lying on the floor.  As he examined the remnants of his doll, he saw a charred piece of meat lying in the remains.  “Oh, shit!  I found my dick!”

Hearing of the incident, Dr. Stokes and two nurses approached Darnell.  Dr. Stokes immediately spotted the white plastic covering Darnell’s crotch, hands, and the front of his legs.  The skin around the plastic, inflamed and bright red, displayed severe blistering where the molten plastic scorched his flesh.  “Sir!  We need to get you to an exam room and address your burns.”

Darnell glanced up at the doctor as he sat on his knees next to the remnants of his doll.  “What about my penis?  Can it be reattached?”

Dr. Stokes observed the charred piece of flesh intermingled in the pile of melted plastic and mechanical components.  Even though the organ was destroyed, he knew the importance of hope.  “We’ll see, but for now we need to focus on your burns.”

Darnell scooped up the remnants of his doll with his plastic covered hands, then hobbled away with the nurses.  Dr. Stokes then glared at the group of men who refused to undergo a penectomy.  “That was unnecessary what happened to that man and could have been avoided.  Now he has third degree burns and will be spending months undergoing skin grafts and fighting infections.  And for what?  He still lost his penis.  I cannot allow this rebellious type of behavior to continue.  It’s not only dangerous to yourself, but it also puts my staff at risk.  If you’re not willing to receive the necessary medical treatment to prevent this type of incident, then you need to leave the hospital.”

Shocked by the doctor’s demand, Randy’s eyes narrowed.  “What are you saying?  If I don’t get my dick cut off, I have to leave?”

“Yes.  You’re not only putting yourself in danger, but you’re also putting everyone around you at risk, including innocent bystanders and my staff.”  He glanced at Jeff, observing the plastic stuck to his skin.  “We need to take you back to an exam room and address those burns.”  He moved his focus back to Randy.  “You have the right to choose what you think is best regarding your healthcare, but when your conduct adversely affects others, such as what happened to Mr. Blackmore, I cannot allow you to stay in my hospital.”

Becoming frustrated, Randy grumbled.  “You’ve already made that clear.”

Jeff eyed Randy with a look of dismay.  “Yeah.  This shit is your fault.”  He raised his right arm, displaying his cast.  “Including this.”

“Hold up, dude!  It’s not my fault you tried to off yourself.”

“Fuck if it isn’t.  You’re the one who wanted to walk here, and because of that, I got my fuckin’ dick ripped off by that fat bitch.”

“You’re not going to blame me for that shit.  And you’re the one who wanted to go to the hospital in the first place.”

To break up the argument, Dr. Stokes motioned toward Jeff as he regarded a nurse.  “Take Mr. Blackmore to an exam room.”

As she pushed him away, Jeff glared back at Randy.  “You better not be at my apartment when I get there.”

“Don’t worry.  I won’t.”  About the time he finished his comment, Randy’s doll began counting down from twenty.  As terror completely engulfed him, he lunged from his wheelchair.  “Oh shit!  This can’t be happening!”  As he stood horror stricken while supporting his doll, he peered at Dr. Stokes with a look of apprehension.  “Please do something, man!”

Jeff grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair, stopping it, then eyed the nurse.  “Hold up!  I wanna see this shit!”  He spun around so he could watch Randy lose his dick, something he longed for out of jealousy.

Dr. Stokes motioned for everyone to move away from Randy.  “Everyone needs to get back in case the doll erupts into flames!”

Randy’s eyes grew huge as saucers.  “Flames!  Oh fuck!  Do you think that’s going to happen!?!”

Being proactive, Jacob Henry, the security guard, rushed over with a fire extinguisher.  “Don’t worry, bud.  If it happens, I’ll put it out.”  Being a retired U.S. Marine, Jacob usually found his shift boring as he watched sick people come and go while counting the minutes.  Seeing a room full of perverts getting their dicks injected with formaldehyde, dolls bursting into flames, and Seth Coker’s comical video, made the evening exciting.  Jacob wasn’t a sadist—a person who takes pleasure in watching or inflicting pain, punishment, or humiliation on others—he simply lacked compassion for child molesters due to being a father of three young children.

Billy held his knife out toward Randy.  “You have to do it, man!”

“I can’t!  I thought I could, but I can’t!”

Jeff barked out with delight.  “You said you were gonna cut your shit off.  So, be a man and do it before it’s too late.  You’re gonna lose your dick either way.”

As Randy’s doll called out number five, he fell to his knees as a petrifying sense of terror completely overtook him.  “Oh, my God!  I can’t believe this is happening!”

When his doll yelled out, “Times up!”, it made a buzzing sound, then a puff of smoke bellowed out from its mouth and ears.  With no ensuing explosion or fire, Dr. Stokes motioned toward Randy as he regarded a nurse.  “Get him to a surgical room stat.  We need to remove his penis before the formaldehyde has a chance to get into his bloodstream.”

Randy wept as a nurse escorted him to an operating room for a penectomy.  With his jealousy subsiding, Jeff eyed Randy as nurses pushed them down a hallway in wheelchairs.  “Hey, man.  I changed my mind.  You can stay at my apartment as long as you want.”

Randy remained silent as the nurse rolled him into a surgical room.

Snuff Film

Zane awoke, finding himself sprawled out nude on a filthy mattress.  His eyes then traveled to Gloria’s naked body as she lay asleep next to him.  “What the fuck?”  Upon sitting up, he found a collar fastened around his neck, and a braided-steel cable extended from the collar to a winch mounted on the ceiling.  Bewildered, he scrutinized his surroundings, discovering he was in the center of a large room.  The walls were comprised of hyalite blocks, the floor revealed raw concrete, and above, the ceiling showcased the framework of steel trusses and metal panels.  Suspense lingered as work lights, perched on stands, encircled the bed, and a lone camera was positioned atop a tripod, silently capturing the unknown.  Studying Gloria for a moment, he observed that she, too, wore a collar.  “Gloria!” he exclaimed, shaking her shoulder.  “Wake up!”  When she didn't respond, he began yelling, “Hey! Anyone there?!?”

Johnny came sauntering into the room wearing a jacquard purple paisley shirt, brown trousers, alligator shoes, Cuban-link chains, and a hoop earring dangled in his left ear.  “You rang?”

“What the hell is going on?  How did I get here, and why in the fuck am I naked?  And why is this collar around my neck?”

“I’ll let the master explain that to you.”

“Master?  What kind of weird shit is going on?”

“Like I said, I’ll let the master explain it to you.”

Zane scrutinized Johnny’s clothes for a moment.  “What the fuck, man?  Why are you wearing my clothes?”  His eyes then traveled to several gold chains dangling from his neck.  “And those are my chains, you thieving motherfucker!”

Johnny raised his right stub, revealing an ice-out watch.  “And I got your bling-bling on too, boy.”

“Hold up!  That’s my fuckin’ rollie!”

“Finders keepers, losers weepers.”

Enraged, he rose to his feet.  “Do you know who you’re fuckin’ with?”

“Yeah, some faggot who abducts kids.”

“Faggot?  No one talks to me like that, you fuckin’ punk!”  Zane stormed to the edge of the mattress, abruptly halted by his cable.  “I don’t know who in the fuck you are, but you’re a dead man!”

“I’ll let the master know you’re awake.  He can deal with your ass.”

“You do that, motherfucker.  And whoever it is, tell that fucker he’s dead too.”

As Johnny walked toward the door, Barry, dangling from his back wearing a rawhide loincloth, laughed as some of Zane’s gold necklaces hung from his neck.  “Don’t go anywhere, dickhead.  We’ll be right back.”

Zane stood dumbfounded, a wave of disbelief washing over him.  “What the hell?”  In the midst of his confusion, and as he impatiently waited, he jerked on the cable and fought at his collar like a wild animal.  As he struggled to get free, Gloria began to stir, prompting him to kneel beside her, the air in the room thickened with tension and uncertainty.  “Hey!  What the hell is going on?”

She sat up, finding her head spinning. “Somethin’ is wrong.  I feel like I’ve been drugged.”  She then noticed her bareness.  “Why am I naked?”  She gazed at him with a puzzled expression as she covered her large breasts with her arms.  “Did we fuck?”

“Someone did this to us.  They removed our clothes and put these collars around our necks.”

“What are you talkin’ about?”  In a tense moment, her fingers clenched around her collar, and suddenly, her memories flooded back.  “Oh, shit!  I remember now.”

“Remember what?”

In a frantic rush, she began explaining everything, each word laden with a sense of urgency and suspense.  “Seth Coker lured me to that house.  Zoey wasn’t even real.”

“Seth Coker?”

“Yeah, you know, that vigilante dude that’s always on the news.”

She raised her right hand, showing a bloody bandage concealing her wound.  “The motherfucker cut off my thumb.”

“Oh, shit!  Why in the fuck did he do that?”

“So, he could access my phone.”

Zane thought for a moment, then an angered expression came over him.  “You fuckin’ lured me to that house, didn’t you?  There was no safe.”

“I didn’t have a choice.  He found your name in my phone and made me do it.”

“You fuckin’ bitch.  I’m here because of you.”

“I’m sorry.  He said he would turn me into a monster if I didn’t do it.”

“Monster?  What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“He fucked these guys up really bad.  I mean, like, this one dude had no skin, but he was still alive, and this other dude was possessed or something, and he cut off his head.  And there was this dude that had like this cow udder and a dick for an arm.”

“It sounds like you were drugged and hallucinating.”

“I wasn’t drugged.  The shit was real.  And there was this other dude that didn’t have any arms and legs, and his dick and balls were attached to his face somehow, and his ass was on top of his head.  And he made this other guy with no arms have sex with him.  I mean, like, this dude fucked him in his head.”

“Hold up!  I just saw those fuckers.  They came in here right before you woke up.  That shit was fake.”

“It’s not fake.  I was with them all night.”

“Bullshit.  There’s no way that could be real.  He tricked you so you would lure me to that house.”

In a panic, she began tugging on her cable.  “We have to get out of here!”

“You’re wastin’ your time.  These cables and collars are solid as fuck.  Our only chance to escape is to lure that dude close enough so I can grab him.”

She released her cable and slid to her knees.  “That might work if those other guys aren’t with him.”

“What guys?”

“Some big black dude, and this medium sized white dude.”

“Shit!  I can’t take out three guys.”  He thought for a moment.  “If we can get ahold of a weapon, like a knife or a gun, we only have to grab one of them.  We can use him as a hostage.”

“That might work.  So, how do we lure one of them over to us?”

“We’ll figure somethin’ out.”

She nodded toward the camera.  “I wonder why they set up that camera.”  She glanced at the lights for a moment, then gazed down at the mattress.  “Oh, shit!  Do you think they’re gonna force us to have sex?”

“It kind of looks that way.”

“Maybe we can use that to our advantage.”

“How?”

“If we play along, maybe I can persuade one of them to join in.  And if they don’t have a weapon, you can at least wrap the fuckin’ cable around their neck.”

“Good idea.”

About that time, Missy strolled into the room, casually pushing a TV atop a media cart.  “Are you fuckers ready to make a snuff film?”

Caught off guard, Gloria’s eyes opened wide.  “Who in the fuck are you?”

Missy didn’t respond as Seth entered the room behind her pushing a strange contraption.  After he parked it several feet from the mattress, he motioned toward the device.  “Since we don’t have a script, we came up with an idea to make the action flow.  And it’ll be entirely random, adding an element of surprise and excitement even for us.”

Gloria observed the contraption contained a large spin-wheel about the size of a car tire, a pointer, and twelve pie-shaped sections that were labeled, Zane’s Head, Gloria’s Pussy, Zane’s Cock, Gloria’s Tits, Zane’s Balls, Gloria’s Anus, Zane’s Mouth/Tongue, Gloria’s Fist, Zane’s Anus, Gloria’s Head, Zane’s Fist, Gloria’s Mouth/Tongue.  After she read some of the descriptions, she glared at Seth with a look of disgust.  “What the hell is this perverted shit?”

Missy stepped forward and pointed at the wheel.  “Let me explain how it works.  Y’all will take turns spinning this.  And you’ll spin it twice per turn.  Whatever the two body parts the pointer lands on will be used for that scene.  For example.”  She spun the wheel, and as the pointer made a clicking sound, it gradually came to a stop on Gloria’s Tits.  She spun it again, landing on Zane’s Cock.  “In this outcome, Zane gets to titty fuck you, or you can fuck his dick with your tits, however you want to look at it.”

Anger consumed Zane as he stood with his arms crossed.  “I know you don’t think we’re going to go along with this shit?”

“What the fuck are you cryin’ about?  Don’t you like pussy?”

“No, I’m fuckin’ gay.  And you don’t have any right holding us against our will.”

“That’s kind of being a hypocrite comin’ from a child sex trafficker.  And as far as being gay, just close your eyes and pretend she’s a dude.”

“Who in the fuck are you people?  I haven’t done shit to you.”

“Maybe not, but you are a fuckin’ child predator.”

“Predator?  What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“Don’t play dumb, asshole.  We know that you and this bitch abduct children for sex trafficking.”

“You’re mistaking me for someone else.”

“You can stop the act.  I went through your phone.”

“Bullshit.  You can only unlock my phone with facial recognition.”

“Yeah, and it even works when you’re unconscious, moron.”

“You had no right going through my personal shit.”

“That should be the least of your worries.”

“Fuck you!”  He glared at Seth.  “And fuck you too!  I’m not participating in your twisted game.”

“Sure, you will.”  Seth held up a homemade flamethrower.  “I’ll burn your ass into submission.  You can fuck with or without skin, I don’t give a shit.”

Zane charged at Seth, his cable abruptly halting him mere inches away.  “You’re not going to get away with this, you demented fuck!”

Gloria pulled Zane back and whispered in his ear.  “Remember our plan?  We have to play along to get him to drop his guard.”

“I don’t think he’ll fall for that.”

“We have to try.”

“So, what do you want to do?”

She observed a 1911 sticking out of Seth’s waistband.  “We need to get that gun from him.”

“How?”

“Just go along with it.”  She began kissing him.

Seth raised his hands, palms up.  “What the hell are y’all doin’?  You have to spin the wheel first.”

Gloria got on her knees in front of Zane and began massaging his penis.  “You can come join us if you like.”

“Naw, I’m not into scumbags.”

She eyed Missy, observing a large knife in her waistband.  “What about you?  I’m down for some three-way action.”

“I’ll pass.”

“I thought this is what y’all wanted?”

“No, we want to make a snuff film.”

Gloria was willing to fuck Zane if it gave them a chance to get free.  “Is the camera rollin’?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.  I’m down with that.”  She began sucking Zane’s flaccid penis.

Seth laughed.  “You probably need to grow a mustache to get him hard.”

Recognizing that she needed to adopt a more aggressive approach to lure Seth closer, she decided to intensify her tactics, so she lay on her back, motioning for Zane to come to her.  “Fuck me.”

Zane felt humiliated as he got between her legs.  Though he understood that their actions were merely a performance, it still made his stomach churn.  Since his penis wasn’t getting hard, Gloria began stroking it with her hand as she sucked on his neck.  Normally, he wouldn’t be turned on being with a woman, but he could feel himself becoming aroused as she aggressively groped and kissed him.  It even crossed his mind that maybe she was actually getting into it, provoking his penis to swell.  When he reached down to rub her clit, he found her pussy soaking wet.  His dick was now throbbing and hard as a rock, prompting him to shove himself deep inside her.  To his surprise, she wrapped her legs around his waist and began moaning with pleasure as she aggressively propelled her hips back into him, matching his speed and rhythm.  She began thrusting herself into him with such intensity that he couldn’t hold back his load.  Within seconds, he moaned out in pleasure as pulled out and spewed cum all over her stomach.  Breathing heavily, he sat back on his knees.  “Damn, girl!  You fuck like man.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It’s a complement.”

“That’s fuckin’ weird.”  Gloria noticed Seth and Missy weren’t watching as they both sat in chairs reading a book.  “Dammit!  They’re not even paying attention.”

Blushing, Zane felt embarrassed for his performance.  “I usually don’t cum this quick.”

She peered at him with a stunned expression.  “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“You know.  The way you were carrying on.  It made me cum too fast.”

“Dude!  What the fuck?  You know why I was doin’ that.”

“I’m sorry!  I thought you were gettin’ into it too.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Shut the fuck up.  I don’t want to hear it.”  Her plan of getting Seth or Missy to drop their guard didn’t work, and now she felt humiliated.  “Hey, assholes!  We did what you wanted, so are you gonna let us go now?”

Missy glanced up.  “No, you haven’t.”

“We fucked on camera just like you wanted.”

“No one told you to do that.”

“Bullshit!  You’re the one who said you wanted us to make a porn.”

“I said snuff film.”

“Same difference, bitch.”

“Not quite.”

Furious, Gloria motioned toward the spin wheel.  “If you didn’t want us to have sex, then what the hell is this shit?”

“Retribution for abducting children.”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?  They’re just sex acts.”

“If you say so.”  Missy motioned to Zane.  “You’re up first.  Get your ass over here and spin the wheel before I lose my patience.”

Sitting cross-legged on the mattress, Zane displayed a disdainful expression.  “You can go fuck yourself, lady.”

Seth pulled a tranquilizer gun from his waistband and shot Zane in the chest.  “Watch your mouth, asshole.”

“What the fuck, man!?!”  He gritted his teeth as he extracted the dart from his skin, then a confused expression came over him as he examined it.  “What the hell is this?”

“A ballistic syringe.”

“Did you just inject me with something?”

“Yep.  Stiagra, and some other random shit that I had layin’ around.”

“Stiagra?  And what do you mean by, other random shit?  What the fuck did you put in me?”

“It’s a mixture of adrenaline and methylphenidate hydrochloride to keep you from passin’ out too soon.  It also contains hydralazine to keep your blood pressure from skyrocketing.  Synthetic platelets to prevent you from bleeding out too quickly.  And something similar to Viagra, but on steroids.”

Boiling with rage, he rose to his feet as he pumped his fists.  “You had no right injecting me with that!”

“That’s going to be the least of your worries.  Now get over there and spin the wheel.”

“Fuck you!  You’re gonna pay for this!”

Seth slipped out of the room, and within moments, he briskly reappeared, guiding a cart loaded with an array of knives, scalpels, syringes, hand tools, torches, and medical supplies.

Despite Zane’s anger and reluctance to engage in their twisted game, a sense of apprehension now gripped him.  “Hold up, man!  What are you planning on doing with that shit?”

“It’s motivation in case you refuse to participate.  Now, get over there and spin that wheel before I lose my patience.”

“If I do it, will you let us go when we’re done?”

Missy laughed.  “Sure.  We’ll drop you off at the morgue.”

A deadpan expression came over him.  “Morgue?”

Over the past few years spent with Seth, Missy gained a profound understanding of the importance of hope, and before Zane had a chance to freak out, she swiftly added, “I was just jokin’.  When y’all get done, we’ll dop y’all off at one of those safe places.”

“What the hell is that?”

“You know, they have the yellow sign with the house that says safe place.”

Seth approached the mattress with the flamethrower.  “Stop fuckin’ around and spin the wheel before I burn off that damn fag stache.”

“You know, you’d get more cooperation if you weren’t such a smart ass.”

Seth lit the burner.

“Okay, okay!  I’m doin’ it.”  Frustrated, he halfheartedly spun the wheel, then anxiously watched as the pointer made a clicking sound.  When it stopped, it landed on Zane’s Balls.

“Your balls will be part of the next scene.  Spin it again to see what other body part will be used.”

Sitting on the mattress with her arms shielding her chest, Gloria’s expression conveyed a sense of repulsion.  “I’m not touchin’ his fuckin’ balls, so you’re wastin’ your time playin’ this stupid game.”

Seth ignored her as he eyed Zane while rotating his finger, indicating for him to spin the wheel again.  “Hurry up.  We don’t have all night.”

This time it landed on Zane’s Mouth/Tongue.

Seth glanced at Gloria.  “You were getting’ all upset for nothin’.  Zane has to eat his own balls.”

Zane’s face transformed into a mask of bewilderment, a wave of uncertainty and suspense washing over him.  “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?  How can I eat my own balls?”

Seth glanced at his watch.  “I’m givin’ you three minutes to do it.”

“Do what?  I don’t understand?”

“Two and a half minutes.”

“Dude, I can’t reach ‘em!”  He leaned forward, demonstrating the impossibility of reaching his balls with his mouth.  “Look!  I don’t have the dexterity!  How in the fuck am I supposed to do it?”

“Two minutes.”

Agitation overcame him.  “It doesn’t matter how much time you give me.  I can’t do it, you fuckin’ dumbass!”

“One and a half minutes.”

“It’s not going to happen, so stop fuckin’ countin’, asshole.”

“One minute.”

“It’s not happenin’.”

“Time’s up.”  Seth aimed the flamethrower at Zane and squeezed the trigger, engulfing him in flames for a few intense seconds.  Simultaneously, his long, black hair was set ablaze in a fiery inferno.  As Zane danced around and screamed, Gloria leapt from the mattress and began patting his head.  “Hold still!  I’m tryin’ to put out the fire!”

After she extinguished the flames, he dropped to his knees, his hands instinctively reaching for his head.  “Oh, my God!  My fuckin’ hair got burned off.”

Seth laughed.  “Half of your fag stache is gone too, boy.”

“It’s not funny, you fuckin’ prick!”  Consumed by anger, he surged toward Seth, only to be yanked back by his cable.  “You’re fuckin’ dead, motherfucker!”

“Get to eatin’ your balls before I burn off your skin.”

“Fuck you, man!  I’m going to kill you for this!”

Seth unleashed another torrent of flames, and amidst the lingering cloud of smoke, Zane’s desperate cries echoed, “Okay!  Okay!  I’ll do it!  Please stop burning me!”

He released the trigger.  “Then get to it.”

Zane hunched forward while pulling his sack upwards.  “Please don’t get mad, but I can’t reach them!  It’s physically impossible, man!”

“Then fuckin’ stretch ‘em.”

“I am.”

“Try harder.”

“But I’ll tear my sack.”

Seth engulfed him in flames, showing no mercy as he scorched his flesh.  Zane, enduring more pain than he ever imagined possible, dug his fingers into the back of his ball sack as he danced around screaming.  Then, summoning all his strength, he pulled as hard as he could until his skin tore open, allowing both of his testicles to hang by the spermatic cords.

Seth released the trigger.  “Now, get to eatin’.”

Zane collapsed onto his back, his skin vivid red and blistered.  “Oh fuck!  I can’t believe you made me do that!”

“I didn’t tell you take a nap, jackass.”

Missy retrieved the camera from the tripod and approached the mattress.  “I wanna get a close up of you eating your balls.”

He didn’t respond as his quivering body lay sprawled out across the mattress. 

Seth shot him with a stream of burning fuel.  “Do what she says, asshole!”

“Okay, okay!  Please stop burning me!”

“Then do it.”

Under normal circumstances, a person would pass out in the face of such horrific agony.  However, the drugs coursing through his veins kept him conscious and fully alert.  Knowing he would only suffer additional pain if he didn’t do as instructed, Zane clenched both of his testicles and began pulling on them.  He attempted to rip them from his body, but his vas deferens stretched like rubber bands, causing a piercing pain inside his lower abdomen as they tugged on his prostate.  “I need a knife.”

“That’s not happening.”

“But it hurts when I pull on them.”

“I’m sure it does.  And do you need more motivation?”  Seth aimed the flamethrower at him.

Out of desperation, Zane grabbed his testicles with one hand, the vas deferens with his other, then ripped them apart.  A surge of anger swept through him as he fixated on the two oblong glands as they dripped with blood.  “I can’t believe you made me do this!”

“Stop whinin’ and get to eatin’ ‘em.”

With eyes filled with hatred, he didn’t say a word as shoved his balls into his mouth.

Seth laughed.  “How does your seed taste?”

As he chewed on his testicles, sperm oozed down his chin.  “You’re going to Hell for this.”

“That’s being hypocritical coming from a child predator.”

He didn’t respond as his eyes narrowed, showcasing his hatred.

Missy glanced at Gloria as she sat on the mattress with a horrified expression.  “It’s your turn to spin the wheel.”

Over the last few minutes, Gloria had not only witnessed the brutal assault on Zane, but she had also been scrutinizing the body parts listed on the wheel.  Some of the combinations would be normal sex acts, while others were unthinkable acts of self-mutilation.  She realized that the game held a more sinister design than initially anticipated, and the unsettling revelation struck her; Seth and Missy had orchestrated this from the beginning.

As she sat dumbfounded, Seth shot her in the neck with a dart.  “Do what she says, bitch.”

Stunned, Gloria’s eyes opened wide as she pulled it out.  “What the fuck, man?”

“I figured I’d go ahead and get that out of the way.”

“You sorry bastard!”  She clutched her neck and groaned.  “It’s fuckin’ burning.”

“That’s the epinephrine and methylphenidate hydrochloride you’re feeling.   But I’m not sure what the Stiagra is going to do to a woman.”

“You had no right injecting me with that shit!”

Missy’s expression darkened into a frown.  “And you had no right abducting kids, you fuckin’ cunt.”

Seth pointed the flamethrower at her.  “Now get your ass over there and spin the wheel.”

She raised her hands.  “Okay, okay!  You don’t have to burn me!  I’ll do it!”

“Then get to it.”

Reluctantly, she eased over to the wheel and gave it a spin.  As the pointer made a clicking sound, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest with anticipation.  When it stopped on Gloria’s Head, Seth clapped.  “Nice!  Homegirl is gettin’ some head.  Now spin it again to see who’s gonna give it to you.”

When she spun it, it landed on Zane’s Cock.  “Sweet.”  Seth tossed Zane a spoon.

Confusion swept over him as he picked it up.  “What the fuck do you want me to do with this?”

“Pop out one of her eyes and fuck her in the socket.”

“What?  You can’t be serious.”

“Stop acting like a tit bag.  All your whinin’ and cryin’ is messin’ up our movie.”

Missy added, “And now we’re going to have to do a lot of editing.”

“You two fuckers are crazy.”  He scrutinized the camera for a moment, a feeling of humiliation sweeping over him.  “And who’s gonna see this shit?”

“Everyone.  It’s going to be uploaded on the internet.”

“You’re lying.  That would incriminate the both of you.”

“That’s why she mentioned editing, dipshit.  People are only going to see and hear you two fuckers going at it.”

“You sorry motherfucker.  Y’all aren’t gonna get away with this.”

“Sure, we will.”  Seth aimed the flamethrower at him.  “Now get over there and fuck her in the head before I burn you into a crisp.”

Gloria raised her hands.  “Hold up!  I’ll suck his dick!”

“That’s not what you spun.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“No, you landed on head, not mouth.”

“It’s the same thing.”

“It’s our game, and we say it’s not.”

Zane and Gloria became unruly, standing next to each other while holding their fists up.

Seth set the flamethrower down and retrieved two baseball bats.  “You fuckers aren’t gonna like the consequences if you don’t do what you’re told.”

In an act of defiance, Zane raised his middle finger.  “Bring it, you twisted fuck!”

Seth tossed a bat to Missy, and together they charged at Zane and Gloria, relentlessly striking them in the head until both collapsed onto the mattress dazed.  After they secured their arms behind their backs with zip ties, Seth knelt next to Zane.  “Since you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ tit-bag, I’m gonna turn you into one.”  He took his knife and started cutting him around the top of his head just above his ears.

Amid Zane’s piercing screams, Missy commenced cutting off Gloria’s right breast, the echoes of their torment resonating throughout the room.  Seth peeled Zane’s scalp from his cranium and handed it to Missy, exchanging it for Gloria’s severed tit.  After he carved out some of the adipose tissue from the bottom, making it concave, he set it on top of Zane’s skull and began sewing it in place while Missy sewed Zane’s scalp to the gaping wound in Gloria’s chest.  When they were done, Seth and Missy severed the zip ties and casually walked away from the mattress, leaving Zane and Gloria writhing in pain.

Evolution to the Madness

Regaining his composure first, Zane slowly eased into a sitting position.  His hands hesitated for a moment before reaching for his head, then a wave of confusion came over him when his fingers discovered a supple mound of flesh.  “What the fuck did you do to me!?!”

Missy rolled a large mirror on wheels over to the mattress.  “Check it out.”

Zane couldn’t believe his eyes as he gazed at a large, brown tit perched on top of his cranium, held in place with thick, black thread, its pink nipple protruding from his forehead.  By now, Gloria had regained her composure.  Rising to her feet, horror washed over her as she discovered black hair cascading down the right side of her chest.  “Oh, my God!  You cut off my breast!”  Tears welled up in her eyes as she gently examined the transplanted patch of skin covered in hair.  “Look what you’ve done to me!”

Seth laughed.  “It kind of looks like a Chia Pet with mange.”

“It’s not funny, you twisted fuck!  You’ve destroyed my body!”

“It’s what you get for being a child predator, so take your medicine.”

“Stop callin’ me a child predator.  I haven’t done anything to you, or to anyone else, especially kids.”

“I’m not going to debate it.  You know what you’ve done, and I’m not listenin’ to your lies, or how you have rights, or how you’re being mistreated, so shut the fuck up.”

With a look of disbelief etched across his features, Zane continued peering into the mirror.  His fingers trembled as he explored the stitches securing the breast to his head, each touch sending waves of pain radiating through his skin.  “You sick bastard.  I can’t believe you did this to me.”

Seth laughed.  “Stop playin’ with your tit.”

“I’m not playin’ with it, asshole.”   He cast a glance at Gloria as tears streamed down her face.  The sight of his hair-covered scalp sewn to her chest only intensified his rage.  “You okay?”

“Do I look okay?”

“They’re gonna pay for this.”

As she scrutinized her boob perched on Zane’s head, anger surged through her veins like molten lava, each breath heavier and punctuated by clenched fists.  “Yes, they are.”  She shifted her glare to Seth.  “The people we work for are going to hunt you down and make you pay for what you’ve done to us.”  She glared at Missy.  “And that goes for you too, bitch.”

Seth retrieved a laptop from the cart and held it up.  “I already know who you’re talkin’ about, and we’ll be payin’ them a visit after we’re done with you two fuckers.”

Zane scrutinized the laptop for a moment, then scowled at Seth.  “Hold up!  That’s mine!”

“I know.  I found it in your car.  And I found your child porn on it too.”

“That shit isn’t mine!”

“But it’s your laptop.”

“I let people use it.  Someone else must have put that on there.”

“You’re a lyin’ motherfucker.”

“I’m not fuckin’ lyin’!”

“Sure, you are.  I can see it written across your face.  And I noticed you’re into little boys, you faggot.”

Zane’s temper flared, a sudden storm brewing in his eyes.  His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared with every heated breath.  “You had no right evading my privacy!  And I’m not a fuckin’ faggot, or a child molester!”

“Speaking of being a faggot ass child molester.”  Seth pointed at Zane’s erect penis.  “The Stiagra has kicked in.”  He retrieved the flamethrower and pointed it at him.  “Get over there and fuck that bitch in the head before I incinerate your dick.”

“Hold up!  I….”

As Seth unleashed a torrent of flames, Zane’s already charred skin intensified his torment, unleashing an agonizing wave of pain that seared through his entire body.  In an act of desperation to end his suffering, he grasped the spoon and began crawling towards Gloria.  “I’m doing it!  I’m doing it!  Please stop burning me!”

Seth released the trigger.  “Then get to it.”

Consumed by terror, Gloria tried to flee, but her cable abruptly yanked her back.  “Please don’t do it, Zane!  I’m beggin’ you!”

To her horror, he forcefully threw her onto the mattress and sat down on her chest.  “I don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, you do!”

“No, I don’t.  Just like you didn’t when you lured me here, you fuckin’ bitch.”  As he locked her head between his knees, he slid the spoon under her left eyeball.  She wailed at the top of her lungs, begging for him to stop, but he showed no mercy as he worked the spoon around, ripping through her optic nerve and connective tissue.

When her eye popped out, Seth tossed a ball-peen hammer next to him.  “Use that to break the bone in the back of her eye socket so you can skull fuck her.”

He didn’t say a word as he retrieved the hammer, and after he wacked her several times, shattering her orbital socket, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face forward, and as he held her arms down with his knees, he stuck his hard penis into her bloody eye socket.  As he stroked her, his scorched skin glistened a cherry red, adorned with blisters that oozed a pinkish serum.  With each thrust, the tit on his head bounced around as his spermatic cords slithered across her chest like snakes, leaving bloody trails in their wake.  The horrific sight unfolded like a macabre dance, casting an unsettling aura of pain and suffering.  Normally, a human wouldn’t be able to function with such trauma to their body, but the drugs coursing through Zane’s system granted him a grotesque resilience, allowing him to push past the excruciating pain.

The sound of laughter echoed out, fueling his rage.  He cast a look of seething hatred toward Missy and Seth, the tension in the room escalating with each passing moment.  “You fuckers are going to burn in Hell for this!”

Gloria’s screams echoed through the room, a desperate plea for Zane to stop as he violently thrust himself into her eye socket.  With about three inches of his penis penetrating her skull, Seth knew he could give her brain damage.  “Go easy, dude!  You’re gonna fuck up her brain.”

“Who gives a shit?”

“I do.  I don’t want any fuckin’ retards in my movie.” 

Being defiant, he started thrusting harder.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Seth shot him with a burst of burning fuel.  “That’s enough.”

Zane rolled onto his back as he wailed in agony.  “Stop burning me, you fuckin’ prick!”

“Then do what you’re told, pedo.”  His gaze intensified as he observed Gloria, cradling her bloody eye socket, tears and blood carving paths down her anguished face, and guttural moans of agony slipping from her lips. “Are you okay, you one-eyed bitch?”

She didn’t respond.

“Did you hear me?”

A heavy stillness clung to the atmosphere, her continued silence casting a veil of uncertainty over the moment.

“Dammit, Zane!  You better not have fucked up her brain.”  Seth pointed the flamethrower at her and shot her with a burst of burning fuel.

An inferno of anger engulfed her, propelling her to her feet with a sudden, fierce intensity.  “You ruthless bastard!  I hope you die a slow and painful death!”

“That’s what I thought.  Now get over there and spin the wheel.”

“It’s not my turn.”

“I don’t give a shit.  I need to make sure you ain’t retarded.”

“I’m done playin’ your twisted game.”

“You can do it with or without blisters.”

She glanced at Zane’s charred body for a moment as he lay on the mattress, then eyed the flamethrower.  Knowing she didn’t have a choice, she stomped over to the wheel, her movements betraying a half-hearted effort as she gave it a reluctant spin.  A distinct clicking sound echoed, setting her heart ablaze with a volatile mixture of anticipation and anger.  “I believe in karma, and you sorry motherfuckers will get yours one day.”

“I believe in karma too, and that’s why your ass is spinning the wheel and not us.”

“Fuck you!”

When the wheel stopped, the pointer landed on Zane’s Anus.  “Fucking A!  Zane is gettin’ butt fucked.”

Zane’s expression twisted into a mask of hatred.  “You can go fuck yourself!”

Seth ignored Zane’s outburst as he rotated his finger.  “Spin it again to see whose body part is going up dat ass.”

She did as instructed, this time landing on Zane’s Cock.

“Oh, shit!  The tig bag gets to fuck himself in his ass.  That’s some more karma right there.”

Zane rose to his feet, his fists clenched tightly.  “That’s not happenin’.”

“You can either bring your dick to your ass, or your ass to your dick.”

“I’m not doin’ it, so you might as well go ahead and kill me.”

“Sure, you will.  I’ve already made you eat your balls and skull fuck that bitch.”

With a defiant gesture, he extended his arms, beckoning the flames to embrace him.  “Pull that fuckin’ trigger, ‘cause I don’t give a shit anymore.”

Seth set the flamethrower aside and exchanged it for a remote control.  “I’m gonna try somethin’ different.”  With the press of a button, a ceiling-mounted winch hoisted Zane off his feet.  As he desperately clutched his collar to prevent from being choked, Seth and Missy secured ropes around each of his ankles, then proceeded to stretch his body outwards, ensuring he faced down in a deliberate arrangement.  After they spread his legs wide, Seth tossed Gloria a scalpel.  “Go cut his ass out.”

Remaining silent, she held the instrument in her hand, her gaze fixed upon its sharp blade.

“That would be bringing an X-Acto knife to a flamethrower fight.  And if you’re thinking of cuttin’ your throat.”  Seth nodded toward the cart.  “We have enough medical supplies to save your ass.”

She glanced at Zane as he hung at a forty-five-degree angle, his legs spread eagle, buttocks facing upwards.  “What do you want me to do?”

“Cut out his ass.”

“I…  I can’t do that.”

“It’s either your ass or his.”

Confronted with the stark realization of her lack of alternatives, she made her way toward Zane.  As she neared him, a sense of reluctance lingered in the air, only to transform into sheer terror as she found herself standing there, utterly dumbfounded.  “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Sure, you can.  Just shove the blade next to his butt hole and cut all the way around it.”

In the grip of panic, Zane emitted strained grunts, desperately battling for each labored breath.  “Please don’t do it!  I’m beggin’ you!”

She cast a fleeting glance back at Seth, her gaping eye socket seeping a disturbing mixture of blood and mucus.  “I, uh….”

“If you don’t do it, I’ll have him cut out your ass.  And don’t forget, he popped out you fuckin’ eye with a spoon and skull fucked you.”

She tightened her grip on the scalpel as she turned back toward Zane.  “I’m sorry, but I don’t have a choice.”

A wave of horror came over him as he desperately fought at his collar.  “Yes, you do!  You don’t have to do it!”

“You didn’t show me any mercy.”

“I didn’t have a choice!”

“And neither do I.”

Zane wailed out an ear-piercing scream when she shoved the blade into his flesh, and as she cut around his anus, the pain became so excruciating his body started convulsing.  When she completed the task, Seth’s voice pierced through Zane’s anguished screams.  “Now I want you to pull out his ass.”

Casting a brief, disgusted glance backward, she couldn’t conceal the revulsion etched across her face.  “How am I supposed to do that?”

“Shove your hand into the cut and grab his rectum.”

Zane’s cry of dismay echoed through the air, his gaze fixated on Gloria with a mixture of shock and sorrow as he peered over his shoulder.  “Please don’t do it!  I can’t take the pain anymore!  I’m beggin’ you!”

She began gagging as she thrust her hand into his bloody wound.  Each attempt to extract his rectum was met with frustration as her hand slipped off the slimy organ, intensifying the gruesome struggle.  “It won’t come out!”

“Then use both hands.  And you’re gonna have to tear it loose from the supportive muscles, so give that fucker a hard tug.”

As she compelled her other hand into him, his wound violently tore wide open, unleashing a torrent of blood and feces that cascaded down the insides of his legs.

Zane tossed his head wildly, screams and pleas escaping his lips as he begged her to stop.  Every muscle in his body strained as he was forced to endure the excruciating pain.

Suddenly, his colon unraveled from him, violently flinging her onto her buttocks.  Overwhelmed with nausea, she crawled to the edge of the mattress, doubled over, and began to vomit.  While she continued to dry heave, Seth and Missy released the ropes, then began lowering the winch cable.  The moment Zane hit the mattress, he collapsed onto his side, desperately clutching at his rear end.  Horror washed over him as he discovered several feet of intestine hanging out from between his butt cheeks.  “Oh, my God!  What have you done to me!?!”

“I made it so you can fuck yourself in the ass.”  Seth observed that his penis, once rigid, now hung flaccid.  “Since the Stiagra has stopped working...”  He tossed a large syringe next to him.  “You’ll need to inject that into your dick.  It’s collagen and will make you rock hard again.  And make sure you do it evenly all the way around your shaft from the head to the base, otherwise, it’ll be all distorted.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me!  You’ve destroyed my life!”

“Stop being so dramatic.”

“Dramatic!?!  Look what you’ve done to me!”

Seth scrutinized the tit on his head as it jiggled around, his charred flesh adorned with blisters and peeling skin, his spermatic cords dangling between his legs, and his colon as it ominously trailed from his rear end.  “You look like a sexy beast.”

Missy laughed.  “He looks like a damn monkey with a bad case of scabies.”

Zane’s eyes narrowed.  “You two fuckers will pay for this one way or another.”

“Stop running you mouth and get that collagen injected into your cock.”

“You might as well go ahead and kill me, ‘cause I’m not doin’ it!”

“I’m going to make Gloria cut off your dick if you don’t.”

“Try it and see what happens.”

“You dumbass.  There’s nothin’ you can do to stop it.”  Seth tossed Gloria a pair of scissors, then held up the remote to the winch.  “One… Two.”

Zane’s anger swiftly morphed into panic.  “Okay, okay, you fuckin’ prick!  I’ll do it!”

“That’s what I thought.  Now get to it, jackass”

He scrambled to his knees, and as he held the syringe in one hand while clutching his penis with the other, an amalgamation of emotions flooded his mind, ranging from disbelief, rage, and a yearning for vengeance swirling together.  “I can’t believe you’re doin’ this to me!”

“Stop yapping and get that cock pumped up.”

Zane, exhausted and battered by an overwhelming barrage of mental and physical torment, found himself devoid of the will to fight back.  All he yearned for was an end to his misery.  Seth had achieved his sinister intentions, shattering Zane’s spirit.  After a deep breath, he proceeded to inject himself with collagen.

“And make sure you do it evenly, from top to bottom, so your love muscle won’t be deformed.  I don’t want any crooked cocks in our movie.”

Zane’s hands trembled as he maneuvered the needle around.  His penis swelled progressively with each injection, the once limp organ growing larger and larger.  “I’m doing it, so can you shut the fuck up?”

“Damn!  That shit is makin’ you enormous.  You should be thankin’ me.”

“Leave me alone!”

“It’s going to be hard to conceal that hog in your panties.”

“I said leave me alone, you twisted fuck.”

When his penis was fully engorged, Seth tossed a bottle of lube next to his feet.  “Get to fuckin’ yourself in the ass.”

Missy retrieved the camera from the tripod and approached the mattress.  “I’m gonna get a close up, so try to make it sexy.”

An overwhelming about of humiliation swept over Zane as he pulled the end of his intestine between his legs and slid it over his hard penis.  “I can’t believe you’re makin’ me do this.” 

Missy zoomed in for a close-up, capturing the scene as he stroked his dick.  Shit flowed steadily from his colon, drenching the front of his legs in a macabre display.  Then she noticed that his anus still bore a piece of hair-covered flesh around the end where it had been severed from his body.  “Damn, Seth.  It looks like he’s using a pocket pussy.”

“I noticed that too.”

Zane shot Seth a menacing glare, his eyes brimming with intense hatred.  “How long do I have to do this?”

“Have you cum yet?”

“You can’t be serious.  That’s gonna be impossible.  I don’t have any fuckin’ nuts, you asshole.”

“Just pretend you’re inside your boyfriend’s ass.”  Seth shifted his focus to Gloria, who sat cross-legged on the mattress, her head arched forward.  “I’m gonna let you spin the wheel again since you’re sittin’ next to it.”

Mentally distraught, Gloria stayed silent, neither uttering a word nor lifting her gaze as he reached up and spun it.  When the pointer landed on Gloria’s Anus, Seth erupted in applause, excitement gleaming in his eyes.  “Hell, yeah!  Zane might be gettin’ dat ass.  Now spin it again.”

The clicking sound of the pointer resonated, filling the room with a palpable sense of nervous anticipation.  Upon coming to a halt on Gloria’s Pussy, Seth and Missy shared a swift, meaningful glance.

Taking note of their expressions, Zane halted the rhythmic stroking of his cock, a frown etching itself across his face.  “What’s going on?”  He scrutinized the wheel for a moment.  “That shit better not have anything to do with me.”

Seth advanced toward the mattress and tossed a large butcher knife and some long zip ties next to his feet.  “I need you to cut out Gloria’s cunt.  And I’m not talkin’ about just her pussy lips, but her entire vagina.  And you can use the zip ties to secure her.”

A demented crackle escaped his lips.  “You know you’re fucked up in the head, right?”

“Maybe.  But it’s what you two fuckers get for hurtin’ kids.  Now get to it before I make her cut out your prostate.”

Now armed with a weapon, he rose to his feet as he clutched the knife.  “You can go fuck yourself.  And I’m done playin’ your game.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do, motherfucker.”  He poised himself in a defensive stance, the knife held in a reverse grip, a sinister glint in his eyes.  “I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”

Seth held up the remote.  “That’ll be like bringin’ a knife to a lynchin’.”

“Fuck you and your arrogant comments!”  He stuck the blade to his own throat.  “Then I’ll kill myself.”

“Do it, if you got the balls.”

“I will.”

“Then what are you waitin’ for?”

After enduring hours of relentless torment, Zane found himself mentally numb, as if he were on the outside looking in.  Not wanting to die, he snagged the zip ties and marched over to Gloria.  In her weakened and distressed state, she didn’t resist as he secured her hands behind her back.  “Please don’t do this!  I’m beggin’ you!”

“Fuck you.  I wouldn’t even be here if you didn’t trick me into comin’ to that fuckin’ house.”

“I already told you I didn’t have a choice!”

“Bullshit.  And look what’s they’ve done to me, you sorry bitch.  This is your fault.”

To his surprise, she delivered a swift kick to his face as she shrieked, “Get away from me, you fuckin’ prick!”

Motivated by a heartless need for self-preservation, Zane exhibited no mercy as he began stabbing her thighs and hips.  Once incapacitated, hindering her ability to move her legs, he forcefully thrust the knife into her crotch.  As she wailed at the top of her lungs, he savagely worked the blade around, and when he severed the outer portion of her vagina from her body, he shoved his hands inside her and began slicing into the supportive muscles, ligaments, and blood vessels.  A torrent of blood and bodily fluids spewed from her wide-open wound as she convulsively writhed, creating a gruesome tableau on the mattress and saturating the air with a nauseating stench.  Displaying a chilling lack of empathy, Zane began pulling out her female organs, starting with her entire vagina, followed by her uterus, pieces of her fallopian tubes, an ovary, and lastly, a wad of ravaged veins.

Unexpectedly, Gloria’s body began convulsing, her eye rolling back into its socket.  Reacting swiftly, Seth pressed the remote, lifting Zane into the air by his neck.  Without a moment’s hesitation, he hurried over to Gloria and checked her vitals.  “The bitch is in cardiac arrest.” He dashed to the cart and tossed Missy a large plastic cylinder with a T-handle.  “That’s an injectable clotting agent.  Pump that into her wound.” 

As Missy injected foam into Gloria’s gaping hole, Seth administered a shot of nitroglycerin, then proceeded to shock her heart with a defibrillator.  The room crackled with tension as seconds ticked by, and, within moments, Gloria took a deep, life-restoring breath.

Seth sat back on his knees as he held the defibrillator paddles.  “Welcome back, sunshine.”

Struggling to form words, her voice quivered with an intensity of agony, each syllable hanging in the air like a haunting echo.  “Please kill me!”

Seth glanced at Zane as he struggled to breathe.  “Are you ready to fuck her in the ass with her pussy?”

His eyes were huge as he clutched at his collar.  “I can’t breathe!  Please get me down before I choke to death!”

“You’re not gonna choke to death, so chill out.”  Seth retrieved Gloria’s vagina from the pile of ravaged organs laying on the blood-soaked mattress, and with a knife, separated it from the uterus.  After he gathered some items from the cart, he approached Zane as he hung in the air.  “I have a surprise for you.”

“Come on, man!  Please get me down!”

Seth examined Zane’s penis, noting it was markedly swollen and inflamed from the effects of the collagen injections.  “Damn.  Your dick is gettin’ infected.  But that’s what you get for using the wrong shit.”

A worried expression washed over him as he struggled to speak.  “Wrong shit?  What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“You used topical cream from the dollar store instead of FDA approved injectable collagen.”

“That’s what you gave me, asshole!”  He contorted his neck to catch a glimpse of his penis, noticing it exhibited a vivid red hue, significant swelling, and sizable lumps protruded beneath the skin at each injection site.  “Oh, fuck!  That’s bad!”

“You’ll be fine.”  Seth slid Gloria’s severed vagina over Zane’s penis.  “Check this out.  It looks like a pocket pussy.”

“I don’t give a shit about that, you demented fuck!  Look what you’ve done to my dick!  You’ve destroyed my life!”

“Don’t be so….”

“Don’t you say dramatic, you fuckin’ prick!  You’ve takin’ everything from me!”  He shut his eyes and began taking deep, measured breaths.  “I can’t believe you did this to me!  You and that bitch ain’t gonna get away with this!”

Seth secured a rope around both of Zane’s ankles, threaded the other end through his collar, and then compelled his feet up towards his rear end, bending them at the knees.

“What the fuck are you doin’?”

“Preventing you from kickin’ me.”  Seth shoved a knitting needle into the vagina, through the shaft of his penis, and out the other side, simultaneously pulling green yarn through the hole.  Zane let out a gut-wrenching wail, his cries echoing at the top of his lungs as he violently jerked around.  “Oh, my God!  You’re fuckin’ killin’ me!  Please stop!”

“Try to hold still, jackass.  You’re fuckin’ up my stitches.”

A wave of horror washed over him as Seth shoved the needle back into his penis.  “Please stop!  I can’t take the pain!”

Ignoring Zane’s pleas, Seth ruthlessly ran the needle through his penis over and over, and with each pass, the yarn cinched the severed vagina tighter onto his manhood.  After a few minutes of agonizing torment, Seth released his legs, then casually stepped off the mattress.  When he lowered Zane back to his feet, he collapsed to his knees and began examining himself.  A sense of dread enveloped him as he scrutinized his penis, discovering around fifty loops of green yarn tightly securing the bloody vagina in place.  “Oh, fuck!  What have you done!?!”

Seth strolled over to Gloria as she lay on her back, groaning in agony, a syringe still protruding from her chest.  With a callous motion, he thrust his foot against her hip and forcefully rolled her over onto her stomach, then eyed Zane.  “Come get you some of this ass.”

“What?”  His eyes snapped open wide as he observed the gaping hole between her legs, the clotting agent stained with blood as it oozed out of her.  “You can’t be serious.”

“For the next scene, she has to fuck herself in the ass with her pussy, so get over here.”

“You’re fuckin’ insane.  I’m not doin’ that.”

“Fuck if you’re not.”

Missy approached the mattress with the camera.  “I’m gonna get a close up of you poundin’ that ass, so try to make it sexy.”

Zane didn’t move as he sat on his knees while cradling his penis.  “Haven’t you done enough to us?”

She shook her head.  “Nope.”

“Come on, lady!  I’m hurtin’ really bad.”  He nodded toward his penis.  “Please get this off.”

“Only thing that’s gonna be gettin’ off is that ass over there, so get to it.”

Seth made a gesture with his fist as if he was jacking off.  “Stop playin’ with your dick and do what she says.”

“I’m not fuckin’ playin’ with it, asshole.  It’s fuckin’ killin’ me.  And my head is throbbing, and my ass feels like it’s on fire.”

“Stop whinin’.”

“Whinin’?”  Enveloped by rage, Zane’s eyes blazed with an intense fire, the muscles beneath his skin taut with tension.  A storm brewed within him, manifested in furrowed brows and a clenched jaw.  “You ruthless motherfucker!  Look what you’ve done to me!”

“Yeah, and it looks like you’re gettin’ off easy.  Now get your ass movin’ before I make Gloria cut off your dick and fuck you with it.”

“Why don’t you just kill us and get it over with!”

“Because you two need to be made an example of.  And I’m not tellin’ you again.”

Zane crawled over to Gloria, then just sat on his knees dumbfounded.  “How am I supposed to do this with this thing on my dick?  It’s fuckin’ killin’ me.”

“I’m sure the girls you abducted and the boys you raped suffered in one way or another, so I don’t want to hear any more bitchin’ and moanin’.”

“Don’t you have any mercy?”

Seth pulled a knife from his waistband.  “Last warning.”

Missy tossed a bottle of lube onto the mattress next to Zane.  “There’s you some mercy.”

Knowing he didn’t have a choice, Zane surrendered to the inevitable and coated the detached organ with the lube.  “You motherfuckers will pay for this.”

“Stop making threats and take your medicine, pervert.”

Feeling deathly ill, Gloria cast a hesitant glance back at Zane.  The air thickened with suspense as she observed her severed vagina for the first time, grotesquely protruding from his crotch.  “Please don’t do it, Zane!”

“I don’t want to hear it.  We’re in this mess because of you, so shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t you touch me, you fuckin’ bastard!”

Displaying no mercy, Zane forcefully pulled her onto her knees and shoved himself inside her.  In unison, they released guttural, agonizing moans as his monstrosity of a penis began stroking her anus, the shared pain echoing in the tense silence between them.

Missy steadied the camera, fixing its lens on him.  “Make a sexy face while you’re doin’ it.”

Pain etched across Zane’s features, his expression revealing the depth of his anguish.  “This is hurtin’ really bad!  Can I stop now?”

“Not until you act like you’re enjoying it.”

Zane’s visage transformed, adopting an unsettling semblance of enjoyment, yet beneath the surface, it betrayed the toll of relentless mental and physical torment.  The weight of suffering had pushed him to the edge, causing a detachment from reality.  His mind, in a desperate bid for survival, had entered a mode of coping with the harrowing horrors that surrounded him.  “This is fuckin’ sick.  I can’t believe you’re makin’ me do this.”

She zoomed in on his penis.  “That’s it, boy!  Pump that ass!”

“You two fuckers are going to Hell for this.”

She panned out, adjusting the camera to capture both of them within the frame.  “What a hot couple.”

Gloria cradled her head in despair, tears carving a path down her face.  Devoid of the strength to muster a fight and yearning to be liberated from the relentless torment, she begged for the solace of death.  “I just wanna die.  Please kill me.”

Missy advanced toward Gloria, positioning the camera to capture the raw intensity of her emotions.  “I need you to make a sexy expression too.”

“Get that fuckin’ camera out of my face!”

“Come, on.  Don’t be like that.”

“Fuck you, bitch!”

“Only bitch in here is gettin’ fucked in the ass with her own filthy cunt.  And if you don’t make me a sexy face, I’ll have that boy rapist fuck you until your guts fall out.”

To her absolute consternation, she forced a fake smile, concealing the turmoil within.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.”

In the midst of faking his own enjoyment, Zane couldn’t help but notice that the large TV on the media cart was now projecting the live footage, intensifying his humiliation and adding an extra layer of discomfort to his already unsettling performance.  His eyes widened in disbelief as he glared at the unfolding scene before him, the tit on his head danced wildly, reminiscent of a court jester’s hat, his colon hung loosely from his rear end, resembling a tail, and his charred flesh emitted a bright red hue, marred by the presence of white blisters.  “Can I please stop?”

Missy shook her head.  “No.”

Zane cast a brief, scrutinizing gaze toward the camera.  “Who in the fuck is gonna see this?”

“Everyone.  We’re gonna upload it on the internet after it’s edited.  And we’re also gonna send a copy to your mother.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

“Please turn off the camera.  This is embarrassing.”

“That’s not happenin’.  The whole purpose of this is to make an example out of you two.”

“I’ve done everything you’ve asked.  Haven’t you’ve done enough to me?”

“Not really.”

Zane exploded into a fit of rage, his eyes ablaze with seething hatred.  “What?  Look what you’ve done to me, you fuckin’ bitch!  You’ve destroyed my body!  You had no right doing this to me!  We have laws in this country!  This is cruel and unusual punishment!”

Missy laughed.  “You’re a fuckin’ idiot.  And that’s funny comin’ from a sexual predator.”

Around that moment, Gloria’s upper body crumpled, emitting a haunting moan that accompanied her release of her final breath of air.

Zane cast a glance downward at her lifeless form, observing she wasn’t breathing.  “You sorry motherfuckers.  You’ve killed her.”

“No, you did when you cut her apart.”

“You made me do it, you fuckin’ bitch.”

“You didn’t say no, and everyone knows, no means no, so you must have wanted to do it.”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?  I did say no.”

She wiggled the camera.  “I have it all recorded.  You might have bitched and moaned, but you never said no.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”  He pulled out of Gloria, and when he released his grip on her hips, her lifeless body collapsed onto the mattress.  “I’m done playin’ your twisted game.”

“Get back on that ass!”

“But she’s fuckin’ dead.”

“You’re not done until we get the cum-shot on camera.”

“Cum-shot?”  He rose to his feet.  “You’re fuckin’ insane.  Even if I wanted to, there’s no way that can happen after what you did to my dick.  And I don’t have any fuckin’ balls, you stupid bitch.”

“Yeah, but you still have your prostrate, which holds the majority of your ejaculate, so you’re gonna keep fuckin’ until you cum, or until your dick falls off.”

“You can go fuck yourself, you crazy bitch.”

Seth pulled his cell phone out and made a call.

A moment later, Johnny answered.  “What?”

“Don’t what me, asshole.”

“I apologize.  How can I assist you, master?”

“And don’t be a smartass.”

“Sorry.  So, what do you want?”

“I need you to round up Otis and Luke and bring them in here.  And go ahead and get Luke strapped up so he can pound Zane in the ass.”

“Will do.”

Zane’s features transformed into one of concern, a worried expression settling over him.  “Who were you talkin’ to?”

Seth shoved his phone back into his pocket.  “You’ll find out in a moment, shit talker.”

“Shit talker?  What are you talkin’ about?”

“You know what you said.”

Zane briefly shifted his gaze to Missy, then back to Seth.  “Yeah, I called her a crazy bitch, because she is.  And you’re just as fucked up as she is.  And no one is touchin’ my ass.”

“I don’t know if you’re just hardheaded, clueless, or dumb as a box of rocks.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Look in the mirror, jackass.”

“Oh, I see what you fuckers did to me.  But that’s okay.  You two will get yours in one way or another.”

Several tense minutes elapsed before Johnny casually strolled into the room, still decked out in Zane’s clothes and jewelry, with Barry hanging from his back.  Following him, Justin rolled in Luke, who stood upright on a two-wheeled dolly.  Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, ranging from shock to apprehension, Zane directed his attention toward Justin first, his eyes lingering on the Got Milk? tattoo sprawled across his chest before shifting to his udder, and finally to his arm, which grotesquely took the shape of an oversized penis.  The air thickened with suspense as Zane changed his focus to Luke.  His gaze swept over his form, noting the bizarre sight of only his head and feet retained skin, the rest of the body encased in cellophane, revealing the raw muscles underneath.  Resting on top of Luke’s head sat a clear serving bowl, positioned upside down to protect his exposed brain.  His eyes then traveled downwards, and strapped to his waist, a large black dildo ominously protruded from his crotch, further heightening the already unsettling scene.

Seth took note of Zane’s facial expression as he stood utterly dumbfounded.  “You’ve already met Johnny and Butthead.  I haven’t decided if they’re gonna join in yet, but if they do, ol’ Johnny here can blow back-to-back loads, and the little one likes to be fucked in his forehead.”

Barry popped off as he displayed a pouted expression.  “That shit ain’t happenin’.”

Seth ignored his outburst as he motioned toward Justin.  “This is Otis.  He’ll be your milkman tonight.”  Seth then gestured toward Luke.  “This is Luke ‘The Boy Fucker’ Wagner.  He was supposed to be buried, but…”  Seth motioned toward the trio.  “These fuckers don’t have a pair of hands between them and couldn’t figure out a way to operate a fuckin’ shovel.  So, Luke will be joining you tonight as well, and since he doesn’t have a dick, I had him equipped with an extra-large strap on for your enjoyment.”

Zane studied the group, uncertainty washing over his features.  “There’s no way this can be real.  You’re just tryin’ to trick me with prosthetics and makeup.”

Seth glanced at Johnny.  “I need you to restrain him.”

Confusion clouded his expression as he held up his stubs.  “How in the fuck am I supposed to do that?”

“You can either subdue him, or be the pivot man.  Your choice.”

“I’ll do what I can, I guess.”

“Perfect.”  Seth nodded toward Missy.  “Help me move Butthead to Johnny’s front.”  While Seth supported Barry’s weight, Missy unfastened the harness, shifted it to Johnny’s chest, and then reattached it.

Seth took a step back and chuckled.  “Now y’all can double team him.”

A shadow of frustration darkened Johnny’s expression.  “What the hell is he gonna do?”

Barry grumbled as he dangled from the harness.  “You fuckin’ asshole.  You’re gonna get me hurt.”

Seth motioned toward Zane.  “Y’all stop whinin’ and get to it.”

Zane clenched his fists as Johnny cautiously stepped onto the mattress, his gaze fixed on the bizarre sight unfolding before him.  “Oh, hell no!  You creepy bastards better stay the fuck away from me!”

Seth and Missy couldn’t contain their laughter as the men began exchanging punches.  Johnny, wielding the ends of his stubs like makeshift weapons, went for Zane’s head, turning the tit into a wild, bouncing acrobat.  In response, Zane unleashed a flurry of his own punches, most of them striking Barry’s face, causing his dick and balls to flop around like small speed bags, adding an unintentional comedic touch to the chaos.

In a desperate move, Zane wrapped his arms around Johnny and tried to throw him down onto the mattress.  However, Johnny, being the larger man, effortlessly maneuvered on top, overpowering him and forcing him onto his stomach.  With Johnny now perched on Zane’s spine, administering whacks to his head with his stubs, Barry seized the opportunity and started biting him on the back.

Amidst the chaotic scene of the men fighting, cursing, and exchanging threats, Seth handed Justin a knife.  “You’re up.”

Justin approached Zane’s rear end, wrapped his prolapsed colon around his penis-shaped arm like a snake, stretched it tight, then using his other hand, severed it from his body with the knife.

Seth glanced at Luke as he motioned toward the mattress.  “Show time.”

Luke stood stationary, resembling a statue as he remained on the dolly.  “I can’t move.  I’m hurtin’ really bad.  And my head is poundin’.”

“Is the ointment not helpin’?”  Seth had coated Luke’s raw muscles with Neosporin before wrapping him in cellophane.  “I even used the triple antibiotic with pain relief.”

“Of course not, you asshole.”

“What did I tell you about runnin’ your mouth?”

“I don’t care.  I just want this to be over with.”

“Don’t be so negative.  Things are lookin’ up.  Yesterday you were about to be buried, but now you’re gettin’ to make a porn.”

Sensing sarcasm, his eyes narrowed.  “You are such a fuckin’ prick.  And the only reason you’re keeping me alive is for your entertainment.”

Seth held up two syringes; one featured a hand-drawn smiley face with drool dripping from its mouth, while the other displayed a face with an upside-down smile and Xs for eyes.  “Which one do you want?”

After being presented with the same options several times over the last twenty-four hours, Luke knew one contained potassium chloride, which is used for euthanasia, and the other a mixture of morphine, benzodiazepine, adrenaline, and methamphetamines.  Behaving like a typical drug addict and not truly desiring death, he hastily opted for the syringe with the smiley face.  “The one on the right.”

“Excellent choice.”  Seth shoved the needle into his neck and began injecting the drugs.  “That should make it all better.”

A cloud of euphoria enveloped Luke, transforming his expression into a calm demeanor, his pupils dilated, casting an ominous shadow over the unfolding scene.  “Oh, yeah!  That’s feels so good!”

“Perfect.  Now get over there and fuck that meat hole.”  That’s precisely what it was—a wide, open hole, Zane’s severed intestine simply lost within his abdominal cavity.

As Luke walked stiff legged like a zombie toward the mattress, Johnny and Justin dragged Zane across Gloria’s hips, elevating his waist as if he were on a sex pillow. 

Tension filled the air as Missy advanced with the camera, capturing the ominous scene.  “That’s it, boy.  Get over there and treat that fucker like your seven-year-old nephew.”

As Johnny sat on Zane’s back, gripping him tightly to restrict any movement, Luke dropped to his knees between his legs.  Zane’s agonized wail echoed through the air as the fourteen-inch dildo pierced his bloody and tender wound.  “Oh, my God!  You’re tearing my insides!  Please stop!  I’m beggin’ you!”

Seth passed a gallon of milk to Justin.  “You’re up, pal.”

He seized the jug, and as he stood in front of Zane, he consumed several large gulps of milk.  Some of the creamy white liquid escaped from the corners of his lips, forming a slow and deliberate trickle down his chest, swathing his Got Milk? tattoo.

Seth gestured towards Justin’s crotch, now adorned with a steady flow of dripping milk.  “I want to get some titty suckin’ on camera, so get to it.”

Johnny whacked Zane in the back of his head with his stub.  “Do what he says!  Eat that titty, boy!”

Displaying a mischievous grin, Barry added, “Yeah, motherfucker!  Suck it like it’s your boyfriend’s dick!”

Zane couldn’t comprehend what was unfolding as he latched onto one of the udders with his lips.  Even in his worst nightmares or the darkest corners of his thoughts, he wouldn’t conjure such a depraved and sadistic scenario.

Missy shook her head as she captured the macabre tableau on camera—an unsettling scene where Luke, under the influence of drugs, skinned and encased in cellophane with an exposed brain, callously sodomized Zane’s ravaged bowels.  Sprawled across Gloria’s lifeless corpse, Zane groaned in agony, his charred skin peeling and blistered, his penis swollen and encased inside a severed vagina, spermatic cords hanging awkwardly between his legs, and the large tit danced chaotically upon his tormented cranium, casting shadows over the ominous spectacle.  Amidst the disturbing scene, a half-man, half-cow hybrid callously flaunted his crotch in front of Zane’s face as he sucked on an udder, a steady flow of sour milk escaping from the corners of his mouth.  Two freaks perched on his back, relishing in the barbaric act, intensified the already fucked up situation by hurling relentless insults.

Missy cast a glance at Seth, her expression etched with pure astonishment.  “I have seen some crazy shit over the years, but damn, Seth.  You’ve created an army of monsters.”

“Yeah, I suppose it’s the next evolution to the madness.”

Misery Loves Company

Early the next morning when the hospital released Jeff, he tried to locate Randy, but he wasn’t in the waiting room or outside.  Assuming Randy still might be in a recovery room, he asked a receptionist and a couple of nurses about his whereabouts, but they refused to disclose any information due to privacy rules.  Not knowing how long it would be before Randy was released, he decided to take a taxi home.  When he hobbled through the front door on crutches, he found Randy in the kitchen making breakfast.  “Dude.  When did you get here?”

“They let me go last night.”

“I didn’t know where you were at, and no one would tell me if you were still in the hospital or not.  I would have called you, but my phone went dead.”

“It’s all good, man.”  He held up a frying pan with eggs.  “You want some?”

“Naw, my stomach is acting up.”  Jeff eased down in a chair.  “How did the surgery go?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know how you feel, bro.” 

Randy studied Jeff’s injuries: a fractured leg and arm, face and head covered with scrapes, bruises, and gashes, swollen left eye, inflamed lips, and missing front teeth.  “How are you feeling?”

“They gave me some pain meds at the hospital, so I feel pretty damn good.”

“What did they give you?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m high as fuck right now.”

“Do you have any extra?  I need something to help me relax.”

“Hell, no.  They wouldn’t give me a prescription or any extras to take home.”

“That fuckin’ sucks.”

“Didn’t they give you some since you had surgery?”

“No.  They said for me to take over the counter shit, like Tylenol.”

“Fuckin’ dopeheads have ruined it for everyone.”

“Especially if you don’t have insurance like me.”

“What happened to Mack and those other guys?”

“Not sure, but I did overhear a nurse talking about it.  Apparently, their timers went off shorty after we were taken back to our rooms, but I don’t know the outcome.  When I left the hospital, I tried to call Mack for a ride, but he didn’t answer.  I also texted him a few times, but he didn’t respond.”

“He seemed like a happy-go-lucky dude.  I’m sure he’s just trying to process what happened.”

“Yeah, that was some fucked up shit.”

“Yeah it was, and it’s been a long night.”  Exhausted and buzzing from the pain meds, Jeff arose from his chair.  “I’m gonna take a nap.”

“I’ll probably crash too after I clean up the kitchen.”

Later that evening around 6 PM, and with his pain meds now worn off, Jeff sat on the couch in a state of dismay while Randy lounged in a recliner.  The previous day, the day they received the dolls, would be a day they would never forget, changing their lives forever. 

Inundated with anxiety and depression, Jeff experienced an agglomeration of emotions ranging from grief, sadness to anger.  But he did find some solace in knowing Randy lost his penis too.  As the saying goes, misery loves company, meaning, people who are suffering and miserable find comfort in knowing others are also suffering and miserable.

Randy didn’t exhibit the same sorrow Jeff possessed as he surfed the internet for child porn on his cellphone.  Observing Randy’s relaxed disposition, Jeff concluded he must be in a state of denial.  “Are you okay, man?”

“Yeah, just reading some articles.”

“What kind of articles?”

Randy lowered his phone.  “About penis transplants and stuff.”

After the wound in Jeff’s crotch healed, the doctors were planning on transplanting his second toe as a penis.  The procedure would involve removing the bone structure from the toe and replacing it with a urethra from a cadaver.  “The doctors want to use one of my middle toes to make me a dick.”

“Yeah, they want to do the same thing to me.”

“And they’re not even gonna use my big toe.  They said I need it for balance.  I also asked about getting a transplant from an organ donor, but they said Medicaid doesn’t cover that procedure, so I would have to pay for it myself.”

“You can save up for it.”

“It’s like a hundred grand.  How in the fuck am I ever gonna come up with that much?”

“You’ll figure it out, man.”

“So basically, I either come up with a hundred grand now, or have a toe as a fuckin’ dick?”

“That’s a lot of freakin’ money, dude, so you really don’t have a choice but to go with the toe option.”

“I know, and that fuckin’ sucks.”

“Yeah, but it’s still better than not having a dick.”

“I guess.  And you’re in the same boat.  You’ll have to go with the toe transplant too until you can save a hundred grand.”

“I’m not sweating it.  I know everything will work out one way or another.”

Anger swept over Jeff as he thought about it.  “I can’t believe that bastard did this to us.  I hope the police catch his ass and he gets the needle for it.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, man.  They’ve been after him for years.”

“Yeah, but he really crossed the line this time.”

“You know the police don’t give a shit about common folk like us.  Even the media doesn’t give a shit.  They’re still playing his ‘How Shit is Made’ video.”

“I know.  It’s pissing me off, and that’s why I’m staying off the damn internet.”

“We just need to lay low until all this blows over.”

“I agree.”  Still having balls, Jeff wondered if he’d be able to ejaculate with a transplanted toe used as a penis.  “Once we get the transplant, do you think it’ll be the same?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think we’ll have feeling in it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think it will get hard?”

“I don’t know the answer to that either, homie.”

Becoming emotional, Jeff began sobbing.  “It’s bad enough Seth took our penises, but the worst part is, he fuckin’ humiliated us in front of the whole world.  Now everyone will think we’re child molesters.  And no one gives a shit that he robbed us of everything.  They think it’s funny.  And every time I squat like a bitch to piss, I want to kill myself.”

“It’ll be alright, man.  We’ll look back at this one day and laugh.  You just need to take it one day at a time, bro.”

Jeff observed Randy didn’t seem as troubled with their situation.  “Why aren’t you more upset?”

“I am, dude.  Just dealing with it in my own way.”

About that time, something struck the front door as someone shouted.  “Go to Hell, perverts!”

Another person wailed, “How’s it hangin’, you dickless fucks!?!”

Jeff’s eyes opened wide.  “What the fuck was that?”

An angered expression came over Randy.  “That’s like the fifth time that’s happened today.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I never went to bed, and while you were sleeping, people have been yelling shit like that all day.”  He marched to the front door and jerked it open, then looked around.  “They better fuckin’ run.”

“Are you serious?  People have been yelling shit like that?”

“Hell, yeah.”  He reached down and picked up a doll.  “Motherfuckers have also been leaving dolls at our door.”  He shut the door, then tossed the doll in a cardboard box with some other dolls.

“What the fuck, man!  We need to call the cops.”

“They ain’t gonna do shit.”

“But it’s harassment.”

“Do you really want to explain to the cops why they’re doing it to us?  We’ve already been humiliated enough.”

“You’re right, man.  But what the fuck are we gonna do?”

“Nothing.  It’ll blow over in a few days.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

“Then we’ll move.”

“Move?  Do you know how hard it is to get into Section 8 housing?  I had to wait almost a year for this place.”

“Then we’ll just have to deal with it.”  Randy strolled into the bathroom and shut the door.

Curious, Jeff hobbled over to the box of dolls on his crutches, then began rummaging through it.  The dolls were of different types and sizes, ranging from Barbie dolls, rag dolls, porcelain dolls, to cheap dollar store dolls.  As he dug through the box, he spotted a torso of a black doll; its head, arms, and legs were missing.  In white lettering, someone wrote his name across its chest.  He picked up the torso to examine it, then confusion swept over him when he noticed a piece of meat covered in dry blood slightly protruded from its anus.  Then horror came over him when he realized it was his severed penis.  Consumed with an array of emotions, he quickly hobbled over to the bathroom and opened the door.  “Randy!  My fuckin’ doll was in the….”  Jeff lost his train of thought when he noticed Randy standing at the toilet urinating.  “How are you standing?”  He spotted something that appeared to be a penis in Randy’s hand.  “And what is that?”

Randy quickly turned his back to Jeff.  “What the fuck, man!?!  Don’t you know how to fuckin’ knock?”

He repeated his question.  “How are you standing?  And what were you holding?  Did the doctors already give you a transplant?”

“Uh, yeah.  It’s one of my toes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you already got the procedure?”

Randy pulled up his sweatpants and faced Jeff.  “I was too embarrassed.”

“I have a million questions about that, but…”  He held up the torso.  “I found this in the box.  It’s my fuckin’ doll.”  He rotated it so Randy could see the bottom.  “And my dick is still in it.”

A look of bewilderment came over him.  “Are you sure that’s yours?”

“It’s got my name written on it.”

With the video of Jeff having his penis pulled off still trending on social media, Randy assumed it was a prank.  “That doesn’t mean shit.  Someone might have made that just to screw with you.”

“I don’t know, man.  It looks like one of Seth’s dolls.”

Randy took the torso and began examining it closer.  When he observed needles were holding the piece of flesh inside a pocket anus, disbelief swept over him.  “Oh, shit!  It is one of Seth’s dolls.”

“I told you.”

“But that still doesn’t mean it’s yours.  I’m sure you’re not the only one who had a black boy doll.”

A small ray of hope lifted Jeff’s spirits.  “But it could be.  And if it is, the doctors might be able to reattach my penis.”

“Even if it is yours, it’s been way too long and probably already decomposing.”

“I’m gonna go to the hospital to be sure.  Do you want to come with me?”

“Naw, man.  I can’t go out in public right now.”

With the possibility that his penis could be reattached, he speculated Randy was being jealous.  “That’s fine, man.”  Jeff quickly hobbled to the kitchen on his crutches, grabbed a Styrofoam ice chest, tossed the torso of the doll inside it, then began covering it with ice.

Randy leapt up and sat on a countertop.  “Why are you doing that?”

“To help preserve it.”

“But it’s already been exposed to the heat for like two days.”

“It’s only been one day, and it’s been cold outside.”

“Only like sixty degrees.  And that’s just at night.”

“Stop being so damn negative.”

Randy searched the internet for how long amputated limbs could last without being on ice.  “The internet says a severed finger must be reattached within twelve hours if not refrigerated.  Maybe with the weather being cooler at nighttime, there is still a chance they can reattach it.”  Then he came across an article of a man whose penis was reattached successfully after twenty-four hours.  “And this article says a dude cut off his own dick during a psychotic episode and the doctors were able to reattach it after twenty-four hours, and it wasn’t refrigerated or on ice.”  He glanced at Jeff.  “Damn, homie.  You might get your dick back.”

With excitement welling up inside him, Jeff hobbled to the front door with the ice chest.  Before he walked out, he paused and glanced back at Randy.  “If they can reattach it, I probably won’t be back until tomorrow, or maybe the next day.”

“Just text me and keep me updated.”

“Will do.”

Two hours later as Randy relaxed in a bubble bath, someone knocked on the bathroom door.  Startled, he exclaimed, “Who’s there!?!”

“It’s me, Jeff.  Can I come in?”

“Sure, man.  I’m just in the tub.”  When Jeff came into the bathroom, Randy observed his solemn expression, knowing he didn’t receive good news at the hospital.  “That was fast.”

“They couldn’t reattach it.”

“Because it was in the heat too long?”

“No.  It was injected with formaldehyde.”

Randy remembered Dr. Stokes’ comment.  “Shit, dude.  The doctor did say if the penis is severed, the doll still injects the formaldehyde to prevent it from being reattached.  I’m sorry, man.”

Sinking deeper into a depressive state, Jeff plopped down on the toilet lid while exhibiting a gloomy and melancholic expression.  “I just want to kill myself.”

“Don’t say that.  Everything will work out.  For now, the doctors will use one of your toes, and when you save up enough money, you’ll be able to get a penis from an organ donor.”  Thinking a larger penis would cheer him up, Randy added, “And you might get a bigger dick, especially if the dude is black.  And who gives a shit about skin color as long as your shit hangs like an elephant trunk.  I would be looking forward to that shit if I was you.”

“I know, man.  I just got my hopes up.”  As Jeff wallowed in self-pity, confusion came over him when observed Randy’s feet as they were resting on the edge of the tub.  “What the fuck, man!?!  You lied to me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You got all your toes.”

At that moment, Randy realized he made a mistake and quickly shoved his feet under the bubbles.  Knowing Jeff would be upset, Randy didn’t want to tell him when his doll made the buzzing sound back at the hospital, its circuitry had shorted out.  The formaldehyde injection system did not activate, and the doctors were able to safely remove his penis from the doll.  Outside of the seven puncture holes from the needles, the minor burns he received from dunking his doll in water, and a small tear from falling down the stairs, his penis was expected to fully heal within a few weeks.  “I didn’t want to tell you, but the doctors gave me a rubber dick.  It’s just temporary until I can get a toe transplanted.”

“You lying motherfucker!  I don’t know how in the fuck you did it, but you still got your dick!”  Over the last twenty-four hours, Jeff endured an emotional rollercoaster ride.  The overwhelming amount of stress finally took its toll, transforming his sadness, disappointment, and anguish into rage.  Becoming disconnected from reality, Jeff arose from the toilet while displaying a disconcerted expression.

Randy felt uncomfortable as Jeff stood over him while remaining silent.  “What the fuck are you doing, man?  Why are you staring at me?”

Jeff didn’t respond as a clouded sensorium overtook his mind.

“You’re starting to creep me out, dude.”

Without saying a word, Jeff limped out of the bathroom without using his crutches.

“What the hell, man?  You’re gonna fuck up your leg.”  Frightened by Jeff’s bizarre behavior, Randy sat up in the tub, worrying his roommate might be having a mental breakdown.

A moment later, Jeff came back into the bathroom.  A feeling of dread fell upon Randy when he observed Jeff’s hollow eyes and blank expression.  “What the fuck are you doing, man!?!”  He then noticed Jeff was holding his left arm behind his back as he approached him.  “What the fuck are you hiding behind your back!?!”

Jeff didn’t say a word as he unveiled a large kitchen knife.

“Hold up, man!”  To his horror, Jeff thrust the knife downward toward his head using a reverse grip.  Randy’s fight-or-flight response prompted him to lunge to the side.  The blade missed his head, but it did cut a gash into his shoulder before becoming lodged into the side of the acrylic bathtub.  As Jeff struggled to dislodge the knife, Randy leapt from the water butt naked and hightailed it out of the bathroom.  In a panic, he ran to his bedroom, slammed the door closed, then slid a dresser in front of it.  As his heart pounded and his body trembled, he could hear Jeff’s footsteps.  A moment later, Jeff tried to open the door, but Randy stood steadfast as he shoved his body against the dresser.  “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jeff!?!  You fuckin’ cut me, you fat fuck!”

In a calm voice, Jeff replied.  “Let me in.”

“Fuck you, dude!  And I’ve already called the cops, so you better take off before they get here!”

Speaking in a calm voice as if nothing was wrong, he responded, “No, you didn’t.  Your phone is in the bathroom.”  After suffering from extreme depression combined with crippling anxiety, and now experiencing a mental breakdown, Jeff longed for death.  In his delusional state of mind, he planned on killing Randy before taking his own life.  “I’m sorry for cutting you.  I was just upset.  Please open the door.  I just wanna talk.”

“You’re fucking crazy, dude!  I’m not letting you in here!”

In a fit of rage, Jeff began kicking the door.  “Let me in, you redheaded prick!”

Terror-stricken, Randy held the dresser tightly against the door.  “That’s not happening!”

All of a sudden, Jeff stopped thrashing at the door and it became quiet.  A moment later, Randy began to hear the faint sound of cutting, chopping, and sawing.  He listened closer, detecting it sounded like cardboard was being cut.  “What the fuck are you up to!?!”

He didn’t respond.

“I’m not coming out, so you might as well stop whatever you’re doing!”

He still didn’t respond.

Randy started to grab some clothes and get dressed, but a knife blade came slicing through the wall next to the door.  At that moment, he realized it wasn’t cardboard being cut, but the drywall on the other side of the wall.  With Jeff now inside the stud cavity, Randy watched in horror as the blade moved back and forth, sawing through the inside layer of drywall.  In a panic, he quickly rushed around his room looking for a weapon.  Only thing he could find was a pair of nunchucks he stole from a kid.  Now armed, he watched with trepidation as the blade cut through the drywall.  Instead of cutting out a large section of the wall, Jeff cut out a round circle about the size of a paper plate, then peered through the hole.  “I can see your ass.”

“I’ll bash in your fuckin’ head if you try to come in here!”  Randy executed a figure-eight move with the nunchucks. 

Jeff’s eyes narrowed as he watched Randy perform the move while nude.  “Those are made of foam, dumbass.”

Knowing they were indeed made of foam, he continued with his charade.  “No they’re not.  This is a different pair.”

“Okay.  Bring a kid’s toy to a knife fight then.”  Jeff began kicking and punching holes in the drywall.

Randy rushed to a window and opened it.  As he sat on the window ledge, he eyed the ground below, knowing a three-story fall would most likely result in broken bones, but that would be better than being stabbed to death, he concluded.  While he waited until the last moment to make his leap, he could hear people outside laughing and making comments about him being nude while hanging out a window.

Consumed with anger, Jeff obliterated the drywall as he forced himself through the stud cavity.  Randy started to make his jump, but paused when he noticed Jeff seemed to be having difficulty getting through the wall.  Realizing Jeff’s legs were entangled in electrical wiring as his overweight body appeared to be stuck between the studs, he rushed to the door, shoved the dresser to the side, then bolted out of the room.

Jeff quickly backed out of the cavity and spun around.  Covered in white dust from the drywall, he charged at Randy with his knife.  “You’re fuckin’ dead!”

Frightened, Randy ran to the other side of the couch, then grabbed a leg lamp from a table.  The lamp’s base incorporated a woman’s leg wearing a fishnet stocking, and on top sat a fringed shade.  It was also the same type of lamp seen in the 1983 movie A Christmas Story and Jeff’s prized possession.  Holding the leg by the foot with the shade still attached, Randy raised it like a baseball bat.  “I’ll crack your fucking skull if you come near me!”

Jeff’s eyes narrowed as he stood on the opposite side of the couch.  “You better not break my lamp, asshole.”

“Then don’t come near me.”

He shrugged his shoulders.  “Fuck it.  I’m not gonna be around to enjoy it anyway.”  Jeff began pursuing Randy around the couch.

Nude and still brandishing the lamp, Randy maintained his distance while keeping the piece of furniture between them.  “Why are you doing this, man!”

“I’m trying to fix everything.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Life fuckin’ sucks and there’s no place in this world for guys like us.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Jeff?”

“I can give us peace.”

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ die if that’s what you’re talking about.”

“I’ll make it quick and painless, I promise.”

“You’re fucking nuts, dude.”

A blank expression came over Jeff as he glared at Randy with piercing eyes.  “Stop running!”

“No.  I’m not gonna let you do it, asshole.  If you want to kill yourself, do it, but leave me out of your psychotic meltdown.”

Ignoring the pain in his leg, he began hobbling at a faster pace.

“You’re not gonna catch me, you fat fuck.”

To Randy’s horror, Jeff leapt up on the couch and began crawling over it like a wild animal charging after its prey, but with his arm also in a cast, he wound up falling to the floor, landing on his back.  Without hesitating, Randy rushed out the front door.  Being butt naked, he held the lamp in front of his crotch as he scurried down the staircase.  About halfway down the first set of stairs, Jeff came out of the apartment and began chasing after him.

To Randy’s apprehension, he spotted three black men sitting on the second flight of stairs.  They were the same men he came across the day before with his doll.  It felt like déjà vu as he mumbled to himself, “Oh, fuck, me!  Not again!”

One of the men laughed when he spotted Randy’s nude body, red dreadlocks, red mustache, pale skin, and leg lamp.  “What the fuck!?!  Check out this motherfucker!”

Another man exclaimed, “Oh, shit!  It’s the same dude from yesterday.”

A third man added, “I heard he got his dick ripped off cos he fucked that doll.”

Randy paused when he approached them.  “The dude behind me is the one who got his dick ripped off.  And I didn’t fuck the doll.”  He turned sideways so they could see the bloody gash in his shoulder.  “He’s trying to kill me.  Can you call the cops?”

“Hell, no.  We don’t want the fuckin’ pigs around here.”

“But he’s got a knife.”

“Then your ass better get to runnin’, pervert.”

Randy took off, and as laughter erupted behind him, he gritted his teeth in anger.

When Jeff began heading down the second set of stairs, hopping on his good leg, the men noticed a white powder covered his hair, face, and clothes.  “Check out this motherfucker.  Looks like someone rolled his fat ass around in flour.”

Another man laughed.  “Yeah, probably the naked dude with the creepy lamp.”

The third man shook his head.  “Sick motherfuckers.  They were probably butterin’ each other up and shit.”

Jeff sported a don’t-give-a-shit expression as he approached them.  “Shut the fuck up, you fuckin’ jackals!”

“Who in the fuck are you callin’ a jackal!?!”

Jeff brandished his large kitchen knife.  “Three dead motherfuckers if they don’t get the fuck out of my way.”

As Randy hid behind a dumpster, he saw the three black men come barreling from the last staircase.  A moment later, Jeff came limping into the parking area and began looking around.  “Where in the fuck are you, asshole!?!”

Randy crouched down and remained quiet, and as he hid, he heard Jeff ask someone if they saw a naked dude with a plastic leg, then he heard a kid’s voice, followed by Jeff saying thanks.  Randy peeked around the side of the dumpster, finding Jeff heading in his direction.  Knowing Jeff couldn’t catch him with his leg in a cast, he began walking backwards as he taunted him.  “You’re going to prison for this shit, you fat fuck.”

Jeff didn’t say a word as he marched toward him with a death stare.

“You know this is stupid as fuck, right?  And someone has probably already called the cops.”

As the two men acted like buffoons, a mob of people quickly formed and began following them.  Humiliation swept over Randy when he observed the majority of the people were recording the spectacle with their phones.  This was two days in a row now that he found himself in a fucked-up situation while being followed by a mob of people.  Out of desperation, he took off jogging while holding the lamp in front of his crotch.

Jeff approached an obese man sitting on a mobility scooter and brandished his knife.  “Get the fuck off, fat ass!”

To Randy’s dismay, Jeff was now pursuing him on the scooter.  “This shit can’t be happening,” grumbled Randy as he trotted down a sidewalk while being tailed by Jeff, who was being followed by a mob of people.  A few minutes later, a police car arrived.  Relief washed over Randy as he trotted up to him as he huffed and puffed from being out of shape.  “Thank God you’re here!  The crazy fucker on the scooter is trying to kill me!”

The officer, a Hispanic man with a large mustache, displayed a look of disbelief as he observed the bizarre display of a nude man with a leg lamp being chased by a fat man on a mobility scooter.  To make it worse, both men exhibited peculiar appearances with Randy’s red dreadlocks, red mustache, and pallor skin, along with Jeff’s red fauxhawk hairdo, long gray beard, facial piercings, and large ear gauges.  The officer pulled out his taser and pointed it at Randy.  “Drop that fuckin’ weapon, boy!”

Randy slid to a stop.  “Don’t shoot!  I don’t have a weapon!”

“The fuckin’ lamp!  Drop it!  Then get your ass on the ground!”

Randy tossed the lamp on the asphalt, breaking it into several pieces, then got on his stomach.  “Okay, man!  Go easy!”

A high-pitched cry echoed out from down the street.  “You stupid fuck!  You broke my lamp!”  Furious that Randy destroyed his prized position, Jeff aimed the scooter at him like a missile.  “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, asshole!”

The officer’s gaze fixed on Jeff as he sped down the street on the scooter.  Mistakenly perceiving Jeff as a threat, the officer swiftly deployed his taser, shooting two electrodes in Jeff’s direction.  The barbs embedded in Jeff’s face, provoking his body to violently thrash around on the scooter.  The scooter veered at the last second, missing Randy, and slammed into the rear of the police car, hurtling Jeff through the air.  He crashed into the rear window, shattering it, and landed into the back seat.  The officer snatched Randy up by his ear.  “Get your ass up, dipshit!”

Randy clutched the officer’s arm to reduce the pressure on his ear.  “What the fuck, man!  This is police brutality!”

He jerked the rear door open, shoved Randy on top of Jeff, then sped away.

On the 10 o’clock news, several of the local news stations aired the video of Jeff chasing Randy down the street on the scooter, but that wasn’t the hot topic.  After being arrested, the two men never arrived at the police station, and the identity of the arresting officer was unknown.  The next morning, the police department released a report, stating someone imitating a police officer abducted Randy Moore and Jeffery Blackmore.  Seth Coker was a suspect.

To Be Continued…

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