A Pound of Flesh 2

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

Submitted: August 21, 2017

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I stand with the blade in my left hand, trying to think of a way out of the situation but nothing came to mind. I run for the door and even use the knife as a pry but I stop before long. I am not getting out of here. I have to do something. I close my eyes as I contemplate what I must do. The knife plunges deep into my arm as I saw away a chunk of flesh. I scream in agony with eat slice. Blood begins to pour from my arm and spill onto the floor. I hack and saw at my limb until I manage to cut off a large filet. Slapping it down on the chair I scream. My arm burns with the agony of having a literal piece of myself removed.

“Is this what you want?!” I scream in to the air hoping my captor hears me. I get no response. I jab the blade into my arm once again, slicing away at the meat and muscle tissue.

“How much more do you want, FREAK?!” I shout into the air again. Still I get no response. I remove the second slab of flesh from my arm and slap it onto the chair next to first. A moment later I hear a click and a high pitch squeal as the door to the room is opened. I turn and look to see a sign on the door. A pound of flesh to save your family, Well Done.


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