[SEQUEL TO THE HOLLOW]
Darryl continued the journey that he and Zak started. He encounters many things along the way, good and bad, but manages to make his way through it all. Can Darryl make it home safely?
But there's something more to this all. A...
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Darryl's eyes fluttered open. He was extremely light-headed. Once he came to his senses, he knew why. He was hanging by his feet from the ceiling. He knew this would've happened eventually. He should've just left earlier. Now he's stuck in this mess.
He looked around. The butcher block had straps on it, most likely used for strapping people down. Oh. There was also a cleaver on the butcher block.
Darryl tried to reach into his back pocket for his switchblade, but his hands wouldn't move past a certain limit. Darryl sighed. His hands were bound.
Just as he was about to try something else, the door opened. Darryl snapped his head up to see who it was. It was John, the bastard, with a sinister smile plastered on his face. Simon entered soon after.
"Cut him down," John smirked evilly.
Simon pulled out a pocket knife, opened it, and walked over to Darryl. He sawed at the rope that kept Darryl hanging. Darryl fell and landed harshly on the concrete ground. He grunted as he felt his skin scrape against the rough ground. Darryl didn't have much time to react to the situation because Simon grabbed him by the arms and heaved him onto his feet. "What are you doing to me?!" Darryl screamed.
"This is what you get for not leaving it alone," John stated, his face now an emotionless void. Darryl was thrown onto the butcher block after Simon grabbed the cleaver.
"Tie him up," John said.
"No! Let me go!" Darryl yelled as he struggled against Simon's grip. Simon shoved Darryl onto the butcher block after he unbounded his hands. Darryl wasn't able to fight back. Simon got to work on tying one of Darryl's hands up to one of the sides of the block.
"Shut him up!" John yelled.
"Yessir." Simon put his hand over Darryl's mouth as he finished tying up one hand. John turned around and left the building, trusting Simon to do whatever it is he was trying to do. He was most likely trying to cut him up into chunks. Alive.
Darryl got the sudden idea to bite Simon's hand. So that's what he did. Darryl clamped his mouth over Simon's fingers and bit down hard. Soon his teeth met again and Simon's blood-curdling scream filled his ears. Darryl spit out the severed fingers. The putrid taste of blood filled in his mouth. He grimaced, but only for a second.
