That's Lee screaming. Lee is dying. Lee is leaving.
And that was the thought that completely obliterated Angie's calm. Angie began to nervously jerk her head, she began to blubber, and then she began to weep. The tears wetted the blindfold completely, and then the metallic noises returned. Steel hitting steel. Footsteps, and then the blindfold was removed.
Blur.
Dark orange lighting, hanging light overhead, cascading darkness, gritty walls, rusty chair and door. Dirty. Angie is crying, mascara running down her face, her beauty is destroyed by circumstance and the old man is red, holding a cloth to his hand. He is in disarray, his right hand has an odd finger on it, one not touched with arthritis.
"Your damn brother. . ." he made a tsk-tsk sound, "you will pay for what he has done." the old man removed the cloth and showed her the destroyed index finger.
Angie looked away, the left bloody hand touched her face and made her look at the old man, who revealed a machete from behind his back.
"You're just lucky Dandy isn't involved, or else you would wish you were dead. But this will make your damn brother wish he was dead, the thought of you. Suffering."
"Please, please, please!" Angie begged.
The old man pushed her face back and then began to laugh.
"PLEASE!" Angie screamed.
The old man slammed the machete onto Angie's right arm, cracking skin, striking bone. Angie looked down, her face exploded with tears, her voice with pain.
The old man laughed harder.
The machete cracked onto bone once more.
Soon, it only struck the chair's arm.
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The Cannibal House
HorrorOn the way home from college, Lee makes his sister, Angie, stop at an old diner simply called ROAD HOUSE so he can go to the bathroom. Bonus, there's a creepy patron. And there might be more on the menu than just cow meat... Sometimes, the drive ho...
