Five Days And I'll Stop

Will you help Me?

Zaccai Rocco growled as his vision cleared and he came back to reality. He found himself in the same dimly lit room a friend of his always put him in whenever he wanted something. His hands gripped his hair and a groan audibly left his mouth from the ache his whole body felt.

"'Ya motherfucker! Bentley, the hell did you use on me?" No reply came and that only angered Zaccai more.

"You knarly bastard, if it's that drug you're tryna' make, then you better fuckin' hide when I get outta' here!"

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Still, no reply came, so Zaccai sat up. He bit down the pain that emitted in his bones, but let a grimace slip onto his pale face. The drug was supposed to make its victim black out for a day or two, and it was also supposed to be very painful down there minutes after you wake up, so when Zaccai's nether regions started to burn, he knew for sure that he'd kill Bentley.

"Ow! Ommahgod! If you don't tell me what 'cha want, then-" a crackle from the old tube tv behind Zaccai interrupted his nonsensical threats.

Bentley, the crazy scientist who locked him in here appeared on the screen so Zaccai turned around to watch it. He turned the volume up and nearly double-overed at the next thing that came up.

Zaccai appeared on the screen. He was in his room, bare naked, with his hand on his genitals. The man watched as his own hands moved faster and faster and listened to the groans become louder and louder. How the hell did Bentley get that sort of footage of him?

The said man then appeared next on the old tv screen. The searing pain his willy felt and the blood rushing through his ears from embarrassment made it hard to listen to what the blonde man was saying, but Zaccai forced himself to keep his ears open.

"Unless you want want the video published for the whole world to see with your address, phone number, and name, then you'd better hear me out," Great. He's fucking blackmailing me.

"And what if I fucking don't? Will you-" Zaccai was cut off because this was a tape, not live footage of the man.

"Here we go!" A knife suddenly appeared on the screen and a few scenes from a number of classic horror movies played while Bentley's voice continued to speak. "I brought you here to propose an idea! You must do it, or else, y'know. But! If you help me to kill five people in five days in five different ways, I'll make sure that video doesn't get out with your information, and I'll give you the time of your life when we're done!" Zaccai's thoughts went crazy as he thought of what the last bit meant.

"You remember Angeles, yeah? She'll escort you to where you'll be staying for the next five days! See you in a little bit!" And with that, the room went quiet, the only noise being Zaccai's breathing.

Zaccai waited for what seemed like hours until one of the walls surrounding him broke in. He jumped to his feet and saw Angeles standing their in all of her bulky glory. She had ginger hair cur very short and muscles that protruded from every part of her body. Her clothes would probably rip off if she were to flex.

"Hurry up." Angeles turned on her heels and started to walk away. Zaccai followed immediately as to not upset the beast of a woman. He felt so small and so weak next to her. But nevertheless, he doubted Angeles would even consider hurting a fly.

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Angeles opened the door to what Zaccai assumed was his room for the next few days. Once the door was open, he could see a small bed in the corner and black wallpaper with a few of his favorite bands' posters on the wall. He walked inside and immediately crashed into his bed. It was hard, just how he liked it.

"Don't be stupid. Boss doesn't like disobedience." And with that, Angeles backed out the room and locked the door behind her.

Zaccai sighed. He was exhausted, but forced himself to sit up and rummage through the drawers. The top one had flip knives and razor blades, while the second one had bandages, gauzes, and a handgun. The third drawer had... it had lotion and a pink cucumber. Zaccai closed that drawer and laid back down on the firm bed. He realized, 'Hey! This won't be the only firm thing I'll sit on!' and shoved his hands over his face to hide his blush. There had to be a camera in here.

He lowered his hands and sighed. The sharp items were right beside him. Zaccai could easily put himself into a permanent sleep, but instead, he called out, "Could one of you guys bring a few bottles of beer? That'd be lovely, thanks."

The beer was brought. Instead of getting the rest he'll need for tomorrow, he drank until he blacked out on the floor, giggling and hiccuping the whole time.

What a pleasure it is to be alive.

Thank you for reading this chapter! As you hopefully know, I tried making this with a darker humor than what you may be used to (I know, it's not that funny and it sucks). I advise that you don't drink yourself to the point where you'll black out, and try not to consider killing yourself. Stay safe and have a good day!