A "Slice" of a mans true anger.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
If you have a strong stomach you will enjoy this, this is a experiment of my detailed description skills and nothing says detail like a good torture scene so enjoy (recommended for the morbidly curious).

Submitted: December 22, 2013

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Frank:

I am tied to a chair, my body was screaming with pain and anguish, how could a mere operative subdue me a assassin trained in japans most leathel martial arts and murder techniques,how did he do it.Then i saw that look in his eyes the only word to describe it is hatred and even that is a understatment.

I am in a room made of primarily iron rusted to a blood like red rust, my captor stood infront of me 6'5 i reckon in height, wearing mainly black and a white apron draped over his midsection with a stain that has been tried to be removed and failed, possibly blood.

he is a handsome man in his late thirties, early forties with short jet black hair as black as a shadow styled in a fashion that can only be described as a viper with fangs.

I dread the next few hours.

Agent 339

I have Frank tied to a chair, the man who killed my wife and left my daughter for dead is tied to that very chair.

He's a relativley tall man ,pretty ugly, fifties at best, with a deep ridged scar along the right side of his face most likley due to a knife attack, he is bleeding in six different areas (whoever said capturing him was easy) and he is dressed in a white suit with a black tie , big mistake.

I turned away from that son of a bitch to the table behind me the only clean thing in the room.

On the said table contained a assortment of lethal equipment including a machete, a scalpel, etc,etc.

I picked up the scalpel and  began my "work".........

Frank

One moment my captor was just standing there scalpel in his right hand and then in a split second he had reopened the scar on the right side of my face, the pain was blinding searing like a being shoved into a inferno. blood spurted from the fresh wound over the new one, though the pain is blinding the speed of which it was inflicted was impressive even i in this moment of agony can see that.

He put down the scalpel and picked up a handful of nails, he casually slipped a nail between each finger with each one making my heart thump harder by the nail, and then he punched me, i could only feel cold beneath my skin, the numbness was settling in. His fist retracted and i noticed the nails are missing , all 3 nails are in my face, i've just realised how long ive been screaming. My body's shaking, my mouth quivering,every part of my body is trembling.

"wh...whh.....why are you d....d....d...doing......tt..t..t.this" i managed to say.

"Because", he my captor said,"you deserve all of this, and i've only just begun".

 

To be continued.........


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