A Pound of Flesh

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: The Devil's Trap

Submitted: August 18, 2017

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An ear-piercing ring fills my ears and I wince at the pain. As I open my eyes, I see nothing but foggy vision slowly coming into focus. Where am I? I think as I look down to my restraints. My wrists and ankles are bound up with handcuff. I stretch and try my damnedest but no matter how I struggle, I simply cannot get free. A flat screen TV unfolds from the ceiling in front of me. Static splashes onto the screen as I sit in confusion. The screen shifts to black but appears to be recording something. It’s almost as if somebody was recording the darkness. I watch the screen in horror as I see movement in the blackness. A figure stands in the darkness just out of vision. I just realize I can taste iron on my tongue. A bloody mouth and a sore jaw reminds me of how I got here. This person packed a hell of a punch. They knocked me out cold, just outside of my apartment. How somebody didn’t notice them carrying me around is beyond me. Although it was late at night. All of this is beside the point. The figure in the video remains silent for a time, allowing me to examine the room around me. I was in a padded cell with a metal chair in the middle.

 

“Hello, John. You are probably wondering why you are here.” The figure said with a deep dark voice. It was probably a voice changer.

“You damned right. Who are you?” I demanded to know.

“All of this in due time, friend. I’m here to help you because your life has gone to shit since the divorce. Hasn’t it John?”

“What do you know about my life? Fuck you, creepy dude.”

“I know that you used to cheat on your wife. All those late nights at the office. Have you ever thought about what you were doing to the kids?”

“I-I-I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Of course, you do, John. You just can’t admit what you have done. None of this is important. What is important is that you have wronged a good woman who truly loves you. What is my point you ask? Well I now give you a chance to redeem yourself.”

“Redeem?” I ask aloud.

“Yes redeem. I’m giving you the chance to make things right, if you survive that is. But enough talk. It’s time for the game to begin. I just have one question. Would you be willing to give a pound of flesh to return to your family?” the voice asks before the screen returns to static and flips back up into the ceiling.

 

I feel as the handcuffs loosen and eventually come off. I stand up from my confinement and look around the room. A moment later I hear clink and as I turn to see the cause of the noise, I see a knife on the ground. I panic as I begin to realize what this freak is asking of me. I slowly walk over to the knife and pick it up. My hand shakes with the blade in my grasp.

“Where do I begin….?” I ask myself.

 


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