The Cannibal House

4. Five and Four

Lee woke up with five fingers on his left hand and four fingers on his right hand. He felt no pain, but he was covered in blood and his tank shirt was in rags on his back. Burning, he was burning. Particularly on his face. His eye was burning. He closed his right eye and tried to wipe at it. His hands were bound and the room was peculiarly lit, orange lights cascaded dark shadows everywhere. Rust was on the walls and things crawled on the ground. Lee was biting his lip, trying not to panic. He heard a woman's screams and knew very well that Angie was screaming somewhere. Lee looked around. Square room, lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Closet rusty door with a sliding peep hole. Everything directly from a Saw movie or something. Lee blinked and the pain went out of his eye. Lee rocked his chair from side to side. It didn't move. Bolted to the ground, he guessed. He looked down at his hand and the missing finger. Ring finger gone. He closed his eyes and sought the room for something, someone, anything. In the corner of the room he saw it-security camera. The red light blinking. He looked at it for a long time and then at his legs. They were all cut up and bloody. His mind raced with what this could be and then he realized something.

Something. . . odd.

Something. . . he didn't know quite how to react or what it meant, but his legs were waxed. So were his arms. He looked at his stomach under the tatters of his shirt and saw his chest was waxed. He gulped and knew, in his mind, without touching his head, that he was bald now. His chest heaved up and down very quickly. He was panicking. But he screamed in his mind for himself to settle down. He controlled his breathing and calmed. He looked around and realized that all he could do was wait. Wait for something to happen.

And through all of this, the woman continued to scream.

When the screaming stops, Lee thought, then its my turn.