Grueberfest '09- Simple Choice (340 hits)
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Submitted by drogoroch (View user info) at 2009-10-09 06:51:48 EDT
"I can't make that choice. Please, please just take anything you want but please just leave us alone."
Michael struggled again in the metal framed chair; desperately trying to loosen the cable ties that had been used to attach him to it. He could feel the slick feel of his blood from the numerous attempts he had already made. He stopped and let his head drop to his chest feeling his tears rolling down his cheeks.
The man sitting in front of him had the same friendly smile on his face he had kept for the whole time Michael had been tied up. It almost seemed that he was barely containing his laughter. The man finished rolling his cigarette and placed it between his lips with his nicotine stained fingers before running his hands through his greasy blond hair. He leaned forward in his chair and waved a yellowed finger at Michael.
"Well sir that would cause me quite the predicament you see. I'm a man of my word, honesty really is all I have and when I promise someone something then I like to make sure that I carry through with my promises. Now your choice is simple. I laid it all out for you and you just have to make a simple choice and I will..."
"Simple! Fucking Simple! You fuck. It's not simple. You're asking me to make a choice I can't make you sick bastard." Michael again tried in vain to get some release from the chair.
"Look Sir. I can't say that it is an easy choice, but surely you can see that it is a relatively simple one. Just pick one and it will be done. Otherwise we have to alter the arrangement slightly and that just gets messy, and noisy, in my experience."
The man leant back in his chair and lit his cigarette, taking a long drag and holding it for a few second before letting the smoke out. He removed it from his mouth and looked at it with a contented smile before replacing it.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Michael was crying; tears streaming down his face and hitting his naked chest.
"Why? See I can't really say Sir. I mean why does the wind blow from a certain direction sometimes and then for no real reason suddenly change? Why is the grass green rather than blue? For that matter why is green called green rather than some other name? I mean I sometime think about going back in time and talking to the people who came up with colours and get them to call them something else. You know like changing Green to cunt. Then coming back and being the only person who knew that it was originally called green but laughing when you hear everyone calling it Cunt."
The man laughed and then took another drag on his cigarette.
"Red and yellow and Pink and Cunt, Purple and Orange and Blue." He laugh heartily at his rendition of the rainbow song before jumping out of the chair and grabbing Michael by his shoulders and putting his face right in front of Michaels.
"Decision time Michael. Give it up buddy."
"Fuck you! FUCK YOU! You sick mother fucker. I'm not going to play your sick fucking game anymo.."
The man suddenly grabbed Michael by his throat.
"Listen in Michael because you really need to hear this next part and understand that it is not a fucking game. Give me a name and this will end. I promise it will end, and as I have said I'm a man of my god dammed word."
Michael struggled to say something but the grip on his throat was too tight. The man suddenly released his grip and ran his fingers through his hair again.
"Okay, incentive time." He walked behind Michael and picked him up with the chair.
He carried him through to the front room where two figures were tied to similar chairs sat side by side. The two figures looked up with wide eyed horror as the man carried Michael into the room and placed him facing them. They both tried to say something but the gags made it come out as mumbled groans. Tears streaked the faces of Michaels' wife and daughter and terror was etched onto their faces.
"Michael here is having a little problem ladies so I think it is time to point him in the right direction."
The man pulled a knife out of his jacket and felt the edge with his finger.
"Have you ever heard little Bethany here scream Michael?"
"Don't touch them don't you fucking touc..."
The man grabbed Michaels throat again.
"You have to understand Michael that from this point on I only want to hear one thing, one fucking word, a name, from you. Do you understand? Anything else and I will get more that a little bit annoyed, and I'm not great company when I'm annoyed Michael."
He released his grip and walked over to the chair where Bethany was secured. She tried to wriggle away from him but it was no use.
"Damn she is going to be a looker Michael. Christ what, eleven years old at the moment? Damn I bet in a few years time the boys are really going to be banging on her door. You know what I mean?" To illustrate what he said the man made thrusting movements with his hips behind Bethany.
"Oh yeah! She is going to be a big hit."
"Get away from her don't you fucking..."
"Remember what I said Michael, not another word. I'm not going to break her in Michael I'm not a fucking Paedo, sick mother fuckers. Now it's time for a scream; a real scream; not one of those childish screams for attention, but a real one that comes from deep down, just to set the mood."
The man knelt down in front of Bethany and made a long deep cut on Bethanys thigh.
"Please NO! No! Stop it. Leave her alone you fucking cunt!"
Bethany was screaming through her gag and trying to thrash about as much as she could. Michaels wife, Amy, was screaming too tears streaming down her face.
"Give me a name Michael. A Name. One or the other. Nothing else. Just a fucking name!"
"I.....I.....I.....can..."
"Don't say can't again or you will seriously regret it, maybe Bethany won't end up so popular with the boys with some reconstruction after all."
"I...I...."
"Name Michael. Just a name." He placed the knife on Bethany's face.
"Christ. I'm sorry. God I'm so sorry. I..."
"Name!"
A small spot of blood appeared on Bethany's face around the blade.
"A....."
"Say it."
"Am....."
"SAY IT!"
"Amy, oh Christ, oh jesus fucking Christ. On Chri..."
"Good boy." The man walked quickly over to the chair where Amy was tied and stood behind it. Grabbing her head and jerking it backwards he looked straight at Michael and winked before sawing his knife across her throat. Blood poured from the wound and Amy's body jerked and spasmed.
"Well you took your time I'll give you that. You take care now."
The man walked from the room and left Michael and Bethany screaming and crying tied to their chairs staring at the now still form of Amy.
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The man walked into the dark smoky interior of the bar and took a stool by the counter and waited for the barman to come over.
"Hey John. You look like you had a good day. Usual?"
"Cheers Dave it's been an education. I got that DVD for you as I promised buddy, and get me a jack on the side as well."
"John you are the last reliable honest man I know. Jenny will be stoked to get that movie this is on me my friend."
Dave ran his yellowed fingers through his greasy blond hair before rolling himself a cigarette. Putting it between his lips with his nicotine stained fingers he lit it up and held it in for a few second before breathing out the smoke with a contented sigh.
User Reviews
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2009-10-13 22:16:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
CONTENT
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-10-12 14:22:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2009-10-11 06:51:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-10-10 12:50:10 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-10-10 12:49:55 EDT (#)
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Oh shit I can't do this again.
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Tough hahahahahahaha
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-10-10 12:50:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-10-10 12:49:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh shit I can't do this again.
Submitted by ridiculous (user info) at 2009-10-10 07:18:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
all in all it was entertaining, written a bit simply for my taste and the story has been done. I did enjoy the finish though it seemd to illustrate a concept I have often contemplated, that those among us who are truly distrurbed are often well regarded and could be anyones friend, neighbor or the fellow at the bar.
Submitted by Susie_Derkins (user info) at 2009-10-10 00:06:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Made me sad more than scared :(
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2009-10-09 23:53:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Not bad, not great.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2009-10-09 17:54:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Clunky in some spots but I can't say anything considering my submission.
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2009-10-09 16:46:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
The character of Michael couldn't be that fucking stupid.
Submitted by Flak (user info) at 2009-10-09 16:15:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Although there might be a decent story in there, I couldn't get past the poor writing.
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2009-10-09 15:24:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Spiffingly cool, just as I knew it would be when I saw your name appear on the entry list. I was trying to find the right words to describe it, but then I saw a certain monster had already found them for me:
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Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2009-10-09 12:33:31 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
Weird as a box of frogs
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A-Fucking-men.
Although I'm still not sure if she was referencing you, or the post.
Anyone for tennis? I have a set of giraffe testicles to use as balls. I've even crudely written 'Spalding' on them in biro to make it more realistic.
Why is everyone leaving the room? Guys?
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2009-10-09 14:08:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
This was alright but some of the sentence structure was odd, and it had a feel of been there, done that.
Submitted by paxilliona (user info) at 2009-10-09 13:48:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Submitted by august_sobriquet (user info) at 2009-10-09 12:59:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
possibly as berty said, a bit lacking of originality.
Submitted by august_sobriquet (user info) at 2009-10-09 12:59:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
possibly as berty said, a bit lacking of originality.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-10-09 08:17:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Haha now you have to write more.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-10-09 07:45:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2009-10-09 07:36:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Cool.
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2009-10-09 07:33:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Weird as a box of frogs.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-10-09 07:17:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like the cut of yout thigh. Jib. Whatever.
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2009-10-09 07:10:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
well other than the coursework and smoking weed We seem to have similar plans for the weekend, I'm also going to throw in some hard earned inebriation too. Inflatable Lady away until Monday. I have drinking with the boys tonight followed by Head ache, masturbation, more masturbation and more drinking. Still have to find something to do on saturday and sunday though.
Enjoy.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-10-09 07:05:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-10-09 10:54:27 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
im doing coursework, masturbating and smoking weed
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2009-10-09 07:03:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-10-09 06:59:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I really toyed with giving this a zero but then I remembered that I was a nice person in my internet personality
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Hahaha
Plans for the weekend Em?
Submitted by spuj (user info) at 2009-10-09 06:59:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Absolutely. Fucking. Brilliant.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2009-10-09 06:59:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Bit hackneyed innit?
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-10-09 06:59:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I really toyed with giving this a zero but then I remembered that I was a nice person in my internet personality