Trigger Warning: Extreme Horror: Contains Strong Sexual Content, Violence, Drug Use, and Language.

Trigger Warning: Extreme Horror: Contains Strong Sexual Content, Violence, Drug Use, and Language. by John Raptor Read Free Book Online Page B

Book: Trigger Warning: Extreme Horror: Contains Strong Sexual Content, Violence, Drug Use, and Language. by John Raptor Read Free Book Online
Authors: John Raptor
the street corner, I felt my chest tighten. He did not move toward me. He did not look at me. When I locked myself in the safety of my apartment and felt hot tears pour down my cheeks, I realized why I was afraid. Everyone wore the face of my father.
     
     
     
    …NOW
     
     
     
    Robert
    I have a sledgehammer in my hands.
    This will probably come as a shock to you, but after pissing on that severed dick floating in shit, I ran in the opposite direction of the Bunny, and made a detour into the twisting corridors (god knows how many there are), deeper and deeper into the labyrinth…where I stumbled upon a square concrete room drenched in blood and gore. It was the most horrific thing I’d ever seen. Like every sick psychopath’s wet fantasy come to life: chainsaws, drills, scalpels, sledgehammers, stun guns, butcher knives, axes, acetylene torches (all hanging along the wall like the tools in my garage that I never use), and in the center of the death room, a wooden chair with leather restraints. I grabbed a sledgehammer and journeyed back into the dank corridors with the alien green glow. At one point, I got lost, and started to hyperventilate. Gagging on the stench of spoiled meat and shit, the back of my throat went into wild spasms. My stomach tried to pump up its contents, but there were none, and I made several dry heaves, and then got back onto my wobbly legs…
    …god, I felt weak.
    To steady myself, I placed my hand against the wall, where missing patches of wallpaper (smiley faces and flowers) and plaster revealed wooden boards and pink insulation. Here, the corridor resembled more the hallway of a house than the winding stone corridors of a dungeon. But the wall was full of holes, chunks of plaster and wallpaper scattered on the gravelly ground. I loosened one of the holes, ripping it wider, and maggots spilled out. I screamed. Stomped the maggots into paste. Caught my breath. Kept moving.
    The wallpaper, plaster, wooden boards, and pink insulation disappeared, giving way to more stone walls, as I stumbled around a corner…
    …and saw the Bunny (back turned to me) standing in the doorway of the chamber. Inside, I heard Jennifer’s sobs echoing off the stone walls.
    The Bunny screamed: “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING WHORE!” and moved toward her.
    And now, here I stand, sledgehammer in my hands…
    …and rush up behind the Bunny on my tip-toes…
    …Jennifer’s eyes turn to silver dollars when she spots me, behind her rabbit tormentor…
    …the Bunny freezes; must realize she is looking past its long rabbit ears, at something behind—
    TOO LATE.
    I bring the head of the heavy sledge down on the back of the Bunny’s neck.
    CRACK! The sound of snapping vertebrae.
    The Bunny drops like a sack of bricks.
    The sledgehammer hits the concrete with an empty clang …and shortly after, I follow, collapsing to my knees, crying. Fucking crying.
    Jennifer kneels next to me, hugs me, and whispers, “Thank you.”
    “Oh my god…oh my god…oh my god,” is all I can say, as blood pools around the Bunny’s head.
    “It’s okay. He was a prick,” Jennifer says.
    “No,” I say. “I can’t believe…I can’t believe I hurt Cindy. My wife. I can’t believe I betrayed her. Oh god. They’re right. I’m a sinner. I’m a monster. I’m evil.”
    “What’s your name?”
    “Robert.”
    “Let’s get the fuck out of here, Robert.”
    Jennifer takes my hand and we exit the chamber, entering the maze of corridors—the labyrinth. She has to hold me up, keep me steady, as I lean against her freckled shoulder.
    Seconds later, I collapse to the concrete floor and begin to dry heave again.
     
     
     
    Alex
    Okay, I’m getting really fucking pissed. No way in hell some fucking goddam clown is going to kill me. Also, I’m really hungry…even that soggy Captain Crunch is starting to look good.
    Oh, yeah, update: I’ve been in this room for six fucking hours. Haven’t pissed or shit or had a drink or any food in

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