The Red Forest

Kidnapper

My mind was jumbled up, but I had to make the right decision. This man just stabbed my hand and forces people to kill each other. Is it even worth joining some stranger? It was possible that I wasn't going to see my friends or family anymore. I didn't care anymore.

"Yeah well have you ever thought about leaving someone alive for once?"            I said, plainly as if he wasn't some type of giant mass murderer trying to kidnap me. His face expression changed. It was a quick second, but I knew it changed. It wasn't anger or grief or happiness. It was a look of surprise. He just stood there, looking at me as if I was some type of alien. And then he spoke.
"Why do you do that?"
"what"
"Why do you talk to me so naturally?"
"well hell, you're as human as they get. Am I supposed to talk to you like you're my lawyer or something?"
That made his looks of surprise last longer. And then he grabbed my wounded hand and pulled me to another room.

This room was filled with corpses. Most were skinned alive and there was a lot of blood. Fascinated, I looked at the corpses happily and tasted some of the blood. This made the guy really suprized.
"Y-your not, scared?"
I ignored him and kept on looking at the bodies.

I noticed that the corpses that weren't skinned had tattoos too, each was a number and under the number it said Death Number.  I pretended not to see. One particular corpse interested me. Unlike the other corpses, this one's hand was made into a fist. When the man wasn't looking I opened the fist and found a key and a note. I was about to open the note but the man looked at me and told me I was moving to the next room. I guess he was giving me a tour. I tucked the paper and key into my pocket and walked after him. All the rooms I've been in so far have cold, metal walls. I guess it was so that no one can dig their way out. I smiled at the thought of prisoners trying to escape hell. I skipped into the room and saw that this one had a lot of incomplete inventions. There was one machine that had lasers to burn skin slowly. Another had ice shaped like a table . It was surrounded by fans and more ice to keep it cold. I think he would strap people on it to see how long it will take for frostbite to consume the whole body. That was time consuming but maybe fun to watch. I couldn't really tell what the others were. I touched a button of one of the machines and immoderately the man turned and yelled "NO! NOT THAT ONE!!" Right after I heard what he said a knife slashed at me from the right. Swiftly I dodged it and turned the machine off. The man sighed and told me not to touch anything because I can get hurt. "Says the man who stabbed me in the hand and tortures people to death" I said, and kept following him to another room. This room was different. It didn't have the scent of blood. The walls weren't metal either. It was regular house walls, colored dark blue. I sat on a wooden chair and read the label under the door I had just walked through. This was the waiting room. No one else was in here. The man told me to wait because he had food for me. When he was gone, I took the paper and key out of my pocket.

I opened the note and it said, " UN DO 'T E T!"  I couldn't read the whole thing because of the missing letters.  I tried to fill in the words.  Pun Don't Eel?  Cub dot eat?  Run don't eat..?  Was that it?  I could hear the man coming back into the room.  I sat against the wall and glared at the man.  The man came in holding food, some bread and cake.  The man placed the food in front of me.  "Dig in" he said.  I spit on him, "you eat it first."

Looking down at my spit on his shirt, he cringed.
"I made it for you. EAT."
I crossed my arms and legs. "What if I want to share?"
He looked at me like I was crazy.  Maybe I was.
"eat some." I said again.
He looked uncomfortable.
"Ladies first. I already ate anyways."
I sighed and took the plate. But I hadn't given up. I took the fork and sliced the bread open. It looked like normal bread. I did the same to the cake. It looked normal too. If the food was poisoned, it was probably liquid, not solid. I picked up a piece of the cake and put it near my mouth. I looked up at him. "Here you can have some too."
I held the plate near his face while holding the cake in front of my mouth as if I was going to eat it. Again, the man refused to eat. Then I took a step towards him.
"Eat." I said once more, getting closer to him as I spoke.
"Children can't tell me what to do."
This sparked something inside me. I held the plate like a frisbee. He looked at the plate, confused. Then I threw it to the right, but still held my fork with cake. As his eyes followed the plate "frisbee," I sprinted towards him and shoved the cake into his mouth. I had used the plate as a distraction. The man fell over in surprise, and I sat on his chest. He tried to spit it out but I covered his nose and mouth. He would have to swallow it. His muffled screams were music to my ears.
"You followed a child's orders once. Now follow the next: Swallow." I said calmly. He shook his head and tried to throw me off, but my weight was evenly sitting on him so that he was unable to move. I waited 2 minutes and finally there was nothing in his mouth. I stepped aside, waiting for the effects.

He started to shiver, then his skin turned pale.  Then it imidietly turned black, then his hair started to come off.  His body parts started to pull itself out as he screamed cuss words.  His eyes popped out and was replaced with red holes and all his teeth came out.  It was really grusome, but I liked it.  I could tell he was still alive so I kicked him into one of his cells.  I kicked him the whole way there. When I locked the cell, he vomited and yelled, "it's going to get me.. Then you-" he collapsed.  I spit in a bowl in his cell.  "Water.  Drink. "  I kicked the bowl to him and laughed as I left the room.