Texas Chainsaw

Chapter 8

Suddenly, Zacky opened his eyes, noticing he was in the trunk of a moving car. He could hear music playing faintly through the thin metal. He also realized his hands were zip-tied behind his back. He looked around and saw nothing but the flashing red light of the brake lamps.

"Help me!" Zacky yelled, kicking the door of the trunk violently. "Help me, please!"

He kept kicking and kicking until the car eventually stopped and the trunk door opened. The sunlight momentarily blinded him, and then he saw the face of the cop who had tased him earlier.

"Stop kicking my damn door!" the cop snapped as he grabbed a roll of duct tape. "If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I'm gonna tape it shut!"

"Get me out of this fucking trunk!" Zacky snapped back. "I don't like small spaces!"

The cop took a long piece of tape and forcefully placed it over Zacky's mouth. "Now sit there and stay quiet!" the cop demanded, adding another coat of tape to ensure silence.

"MMM!" Zacky moaned, struggling violently to free his hands.

Without warning, the cop struck Zacky in the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him unconscious. He shut the trunk, got back into his car, and took off back onto the road.

About an hour later, Zacky woke up to find himself hanging by his hands. He still couldn't speak because of the tape, but where the cop had struck him in the head with the gun, his scalp was busted open, and blood was rolling down his face. He looked up to see Synyster hanging by his hands as well, directly in front of him.

Synyster was covered in blood, with some even coming from his mouth. He looked at Zacky.

"Zacky, we need to get the fuck out of here!" Synyster said, struggling against his restraints.

Zacky just stared at him, then began to look around, realizing they were in a barn. This guy is treating them like farm animals!

Suddenly, the cop appeared and sprayed them both with water."You gotta keep your animals clean or they will not taste good!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Synyster snapped. "What the fuck are you going to do to us!"

"It's none of your damn business!" the cop snapped. "I'm gonna torture you two until you admit that you killed those two!"

The cop looked at Zacky and ripped the tape off his mouth, then ripped off his shirt. "Now tell me, boy, that you killed that little girl and your friend!"

"I didn't kill anyone!" Zacky insisted. "I swear on my life!"
"Then why did you and this guy have blood all over you?" the cop snapped, grabbing a whip.

"We were trying to save him!" Zacky replied. "I didn't want him to die!"

The cop slashed Zacky's back with the whip. Zacky screamed out in pain as the cop struck him three times. "Stop lying to me, damnit!"

"I'm not fucking lying!" Zacky cried, spitting out blood.

The cop slashed him again, and this time Zacky felt the whip cut his skin open. He screamed as the pain became unbearable. As the cop kept slashing, Zacky looked down and closed his eyes. Blood started coming out of his mouth, a sign of how hard the cop was hitting him.

"You can fucking stop!" Synyster snapped. "He's telling the truth!"

The cop stopped and moved in front of Zacky, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up so Zacky had to look at his face. "Now are you going to tell me the truth? And you shut up over there!"

Zacky was in too much pain to speak. He just stared at the cop, who ended up punching him in the face, busting his nose and eyebrow, and leaving several cuts and gashes all over his face.