Victim Number One: Richard Parkers

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Session gone wrong.

Submitted: March 22, 2014

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Submitted: March 22, 2014

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Victim Number One: Richard Parkers

 

(In a dark basement)

“Hey! WHAT the FUCK is this!?!?’’

‘’Richard, I need you to stop screaming or else, I will FUCKING force you to stop! DO you understand?’’

‘’I will cooperate if you tell me where I am and why am I tied up in this FUCKING chair!?!’’

The man in the dark suit stood up and grabbed a nearby hammer and looked onto Richard’s eyes. He could sense the fear in Richard and knew what to do. He pointed the hammer at Richard’s knee and said: ‘’If you won’t shut up I’ll FUCKING smash this HAMMER onto your KNEE!’’

‘’I will shut UP when you TURN on the LIGHTS and tell me why I am tied up in this CHAIR!’’

The man had it; he raised the rusted hammer and directly smashed it to Richard’s knee.

‘’ARRRRGH WHAT THE FUCK! SOMEONE HELP ME!’’

‘’Let’s try this again, scream one more time or else!’’

‘’Alright, alright I give up! What do you want from me?’’ As Richard began to sober.

‘’All I want is your history, from your youngster years to your present day. Is that clear?’’

‘’Why that? I have money if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“I said. IS THAT CLEAR!?!”

‘’Yes, it is clear.’’

“As I press this recording device, I want you to start talking. Understood?’’

‘’Yes…. I understand’’

*click*

“Hello, my name is Richard Parkers….ummm….ummmm…. I was born in Wisconsin….ummmm….ummmm’’  

The man knew that Richard would continue with his fillers and decided to strike Richard’s hand with his rusted hammer. The man slowly stood up and imagined where his hand would have been. He slowly raised his arm up and came down onto Richards’s hand.

‘’ARRRRRRRRRRGH!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?’’ Richard yelled out another bloody scream that echoed throughout the basement. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THE PAIN IS KILLING ME!’’

‘’Every time you say um I will STRIKE you down!’’

‘’FUCK YOU, I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!’’

‘’Richard I need you to calm down, or else I will just end you’’

‘’FUCKING END ME! I FUCKING HATE MY PATHETIC LIFE ANYWAYS.’’

‘’Are you sure about this?’’

“YES I am sure, I HATE my life and I am deep in student DEBT thanks for this USELESS major. Just END me already!!’’

‘’As you wish Richard’’

  The man looked at his rusted hammer and back at Richard. He began to walk behind him to make loud footstep noises to frighten Richard. He slowly touched Richard’s neck and whispered ‘’sweet dreams.’’ The man aimed with the back of his hammer and violently clouted his neck. He could hear the dying noises of Richard as he desperately is trying to breathe but the blood is blocking his nostril. The man made another swing and ended his life at the spot. The man went to turn on the lights and went back to kick Richard to the ground to watch his dead body be covered in a pool of blood. He then went to the recording device and said: ‘’session is over’’


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