CHAPTER 1: Two Words, One Finger
A mysterious voice in the shadows begins to whistle. The eyes of a shackled man on a chair began to slightly open in bristle. Feeling drugged and not in the right state of mind, the man starts to slur as he’s confined. He stuttered, “Whe.... Whe.... Where am I? Wha.... What is this? What the fuck is going on?” The whistle gets louder and closer to the shackled man. “Would you just shut up already! My head is spinning. What the hell did you do to me. I swear, when I get out of here, I am going to.... ” His right hand gets tightly squeezed and then all of a sudden, a snip from the surgical scissors is received.
“Ahhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuck! Shiiit! Errrrrrr! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Fuck! Ahhh!” yelled the man shackled to the chair.
A right index finger falls to the ground. Out of rage, the shackled man sticks up his right middle finger to play around.
“Snip!” That same middle finger fell to the ground.
“Errrrrr! Ahhhhhhhh! Damn! Fuuuck! Son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you! Ahhhh! Errrr! yelled the shackled man. He then takes quick breaths to control his adrenaline for what is left. “Who the fuck are you? And how did I get here?” asked the shackled man.
The mysterious man whistles away in the dark and vanishes before the eyes can see. Or does he? The shackled man was in and out of consciousness due to whatever drug he was given while the bright light was affecting his vision. The whistle gets closer once again. A surgical mallet was brought this time to cause more pain. The shackled man shakes the chair, squeezes his fists and flexes his muscles like a tough son of a bitch.
Wham! That mallet hit so hard on that right hand. “Ahhhhhh! Errrrr! Ahhhh! Fuuck! Errr! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh! Damn it! Ahhh! Errr!” yelled the shackled man. He took quick breaths once again while in and out of consciousness. His right hand is destroyed and the feeling is ominous. Attempts to make a fist, can’t squeeze all the way with very little feeling for his nerves to coexist.
Bam! Wham! Two more shots were taken with the mallet to the same hand. The screams begin to fade, bloodshed cascade as the shackled man starts bleeding out and begins to lose all feeling in his hand due to all the torture made.
A low beep starts emitting. Where is it coming from? The sound was unpleasant and cringing.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelled the shackled man. His right forearm was getting cut into by a surgical drill. The pain is getting too excruciating to fulfill.
“Pow!” A shot from that mallet right to the skull shut up the shackled man to make him dull. The shackles are too tight for him to loosen or pull. His right forearm was now getting cut into with a scalpel. The beeping gets louder as it emits a red light. Some weird device was just cut out of the arm, smashed by the mallet and now vanished in sight.
A low siren made it this way as the whistle started to fade away.