Left for Dead

Chapter 11

Quick A/N: This is another chapter where an R rating is completely necessary. Read at your own discretion.

 

 

Left for Dead Chapter 11

 

 

GABE’S POV

 

 

With three people left still tied to the tables, I decided to have a bit of fun.

 

I lowered the swinging blades down to an inch over their throats, and gave them an ultimatum.

 

“Okay, Joe, Marissa, and David. I have something to ask of you. Either you can call for death, wait for death, or kill each other to live.” I told them.

 

This experiment worked in college, so why wouldn’t work now?

 

“I’m going to die like I fucking should, and not kill my coworkers! I don’t want to end up like some goddamn freak like you, and I sure as hell am dying today, or finding my way out of here!” David said who was normally quiet.

 

“This little bitch finally found a voice!” I yelled at him in particular.

 

I lowered the blade over him to just mere centimeters.

 

“I guess I die here today. I hope you die a fiery death, you dick. Fucking burn!” He yelled.

 

I was over the edge. I raised the blade, pulled a ladder over, stopped it from swinging, and then moved the ladder back.

 

“Get ready, everyone. You might get splattered.” I said with an edge of hate in my voice.

 

I pressed the release button on David’s side, and let gravity take its course.

 

Marissa screamed, and Joe shuddered, and the whole table shook.

 

I raised the blade over Marissa’s throat, and scooted her table against the back wall of the room.

 

“This will sure be fun, bitch. You’ll certainly have a great time.” I said to her.

 

I walked back over to Joe’s table, and pulled him out of the way of the swinging blade.

 

I dragged him over to the adjoining wall, so he could see what I was about to do to Marissa. This would stay with him for the rest of his life, if he had that much of it left.

 

I walked back to the operating board, grabbed my tool belt, and pulled out another saw blade. This was the last one.

 

I paced back over to Marissa, and ran my eyes over her body.

 

“It’s not rape if you like it.” I whispered in her ear.

 

I used the saw blade, and cut open her shirt, and the middle part holding her bra together. I ripped her shirt off, and placed the saw on her soft skin.