Horror stories

Limbs..

PG-13
⚠️TW⚠️
⚠️DISMEMBERING⚠️
⚠️BLOOD⚠️
⚠️DEATH⚠️
⚠️TW⚠️

"NO! PLEASE DON'T!"

"Shut it, lady. This'll hurt a lot more if you keep movin'!"

She stopped moving, her restraints pulling against each other. Her face was bloody, bruised and cut up. She didn't have long to live after how he's beaten her.

The ropes, tied to her wrists are cutting off circulation, the ones on her ankles doing the same.

And the one around her neck, it was loose, but a single pull, would snap her neck instantly.

"You took my son, my baby boy." He yelled, tears crying. "They took Eric away from me, and gave him to you!"

"I'm sorry.. they gave him to me because they knew I could take proper care of him. You couldn't." She said, with false courage.

"Y-you.. that's it!" The man kicked her in the stomach, immediately causing her to cough up blood. "I will get him back, and you will be dead."

He beat her more. And more.

"Boss, we have eyes on the boy." A different man walked in. "He's at her house."

"Get him outta there, then take him home. I'll be there in 30 minutes." The boss man said, walking close to the tied-up woman. The foster mother of his son.

"You can't take him from me, and expect to get away with it." He slapped the woman.

•••

"Mommy? Is that you?" Eric, the young boy ran from the living room with the babysitter to the front door.

The door busted open, 4 men dressed in dark colors, all has guns or knives in their hands.

"No moving!" One yelled. Eric stopped, the babysitter watching, scared from the living room.

"Eric, come with us, so we can go see your dad." Another coaxed, Eric shook his head and ran to the babysitter.

2 men brought up their guns to shoot but were quickly yelled at.

"The boss said no harm is to come to his boy." The tallest one yelled, causing them to lower their weapons.

"Sorry, E1, sir." E3 and E4 said, looking down.

"As you should be. Now, E2, go get Eric. E3, E4, go make sure the babysitter can't do anything. Hold her back, no killing."

•••

"E1, do you have Eric?" The boss said, into his phone. "Good, now FaceTime me. Let's let them say goodbye. So she can see him one last time."

"But sir, why?" Was heard from the phone.

"I'm evil, not Satan. Now FaceTime me." He hung up, then a minute later it rang.

"Mommy!" Eric yelled when he saw his Foster Mom.

"Hey, baby boy. Are you okay?" She asked. He nodded.

"I love you, Eric. Stay safe for me, okay?" She pleaded.

"I will, Mommy."

"You won't see me again, for a very long time but never forget me. And never forget I love you, baby." She sobbed.

"Bye-bye, Mommy." The Phone hung up.

"How sweet.. now, it's time for your end. How would you like to go... Being stabbed or.. me pulling those ropes and dismembering you, limb by limb."

"Screw you. You better take care of Eric, I don't care how you kill me, psycho. Just take care of him."

"Your wish.." he grabbed an ax. "Is my command." He swung.

Hitting her ankle, buried deep into the skin, muscles, and bones. He swung again, making the whole foot fall off. The screams she let out were blood-curdling.

He did the other one, same reaction. Same scream. Same pure enjoyment it brought him.

Her face was drained of color as she quickly bled out.

Next, he did her wrists. He swung, making her wrist come off in one chop.

"Nighty night, honey."

Her eyes closed, her lungs letting out their last few breaths, going limp.

Her last thought was 'Take care of my boy.'

My choir teacher and one of her classes heard this story, read it out loud.
I almost got in trouble because of how dark it was.