A gruesome tale- Chapter five

The table was rolled into the room and the door shut behind it, Andreas noticed a clicking of a lock when the door was closed and the room was pitch black. He tried to breathe steadily, but he could not help but hyperventilate. After a few minutes, he managed to get his breathing under control and assess the situation. Okay, he thought asses the situation, right. Jesus Christ! What is there to assess? Kidnapped by a raving lunatic and chained to a friggin’ bed. He began to lose hope when the lights flickered on. As his eyes adjusted, he saw more of the room, and he didn’t like what he saw.
The room was strewn with hundreds of bear traps, they were everywhere, and the floor itself seemed to ripple, like there was water or something. In the middle of the room there was a different kind of trap, and in the middle, glinting in the light, there was a key.
His feet felt cold and he saw that is feet were bare, he looked at the chains on his hands and ankles, they were screwed together, and so if he could find something to unscrew them, he could get the key and get out of here. He looked around the room for something useful, but to no avail. He looked at himself and tried to pry the screws with his fingernails but they were tightly worked in. He noticed a bear trap that was painted red, it was lying just to the right of his bed and he could reach it if he stretched enough, there was a small tab taped to it reading “You’re screwed if you don’t know what to do with me” Andreas frowned and looked at the bear trap, why was this one different? He thought. Then he saw the handle of a screwdriver and his hopes lifted. He reached for it and hesitated, if he touched the trap, his hand would be ensnared.
“Shit!” I can’t do this, He thought, but he knew he had to. He closed his eyes and thrust his hand into the trap.
“OOOOOH MY GOD!!!!” Breathing heavily, he pulled his hand upwards and looked at his devastated forearm with wide eyes.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” He shouted, tears rolled down his cheeks and he placed the mangled arm on his chest. He looked as if he had a pair of jaws for a hand with a screwdriver sticking out of the end. Breathing through his teeth, he placed the end of the screwdriver into the screw of his left hands chains. After a minute of furious twisting the chain came undone and he whispered prayers of thanks to a god he never believed in until now. He tried to get to the chain on his ankle, but it was too far away. He cried out and shouted at the man who had put him here, after swearing copiously at the man, he tried to think about the situation logically, he tried wrenching the screwdriver from its position in the bear trap, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried pulling the trap away but it was too strong. Then he realised what he had not done, slowly, he turned to his left and looked down the side of the bed, and there was another trap, also painted red.
“Oh my god no” He whispered to himself. The next set of screams was worse than the first.
He sat up on the table, nursing the two destroyed arms, cradling them whilst moaning in pain. His left forearm was completely crushed, but somehow he managed to fit it into the screw on his right hands chains. After freeing his right hand, the left flopped uselessly on the table. In the next ten minutes he was totally free, but at a price.
An eerie voice sounded in the room, coming from a small microphone in the top corner in the wall, along with a camera pointed at him.
“Well done, you have done well to get this far, but I wonder, will you get out alive? Your little friends are searching for you; only, they don’t know where you are” The voice mocked. Instead of blowing up from the anger, Andreas sobbed.
“Please let me out of here, I have a child, a family” He pleaded with the killer, but he pleaded in vain. The killer gave him some advice, he told him to use stepping stones.
Andreas wondered what the hell that could mean.
“No way, this can’t be happening, I don’t believe this!” He shouted at the microphone.
“Believe it” The mike answered back, and clicked off before Andreas could say anything more.1

Derek slammed his hand into the steering wheel of the cruiser, shouting obscenities at the truck driver parked in front of him.
“Get the fuck out of the way you moron!” He shouted at the top if his lungs. The truck slowly rumbled out of the way of the police vehicle and Derek sped away down the highway. His guys at the station had traced the radio calls and they were coming from an old disused candy factory in a run down town, the same place Alistair had been taken.2

Andres gingerly moved off the bed into a sitting position, and touched his feet on the wet floor, he put a little weight on his feet and it was okay. After a few seconds, he felt a strange burning sensation in his feet.
“Shit, ow” he resumed his sitting position and brought his foot closer to his face, to his disgust, the skin on his feet was falling off, and droplets of blood formed from the naked flesh.
“Holy shit what the hell!” He looked around him in amazement, it was covering the entire floor, he looked at the wall behind him and there was a small hose protruding from the wall, it had a label above it reading “Warning, corrosive substance”
The hose was dripping.
“Awww fuck” He muttered. Then he got the stepping stone remark, and realised the full extent of his predicament.
“Awww fuck”
He looked closely at the bear traps, they were all above the fluid level, and he knew what he had to do.
He touched his heel lightly on a trap, and it sprang shut upon his shin bone. “JEEEEEEESUS!” He screamed louder than he had ever before, blood oozed into the watery stuff and pooled around his foot. He put weight on the foot and he took the pain, standing on it. Then he placed his other foot in another trap, touching the trigger with a toe, he tried to pull his foot away, but it caught the end of his foot, shearing the toes off neatly. He screamed and collapsed on the floor, knowing that he was going to die as he fell. His body splashed into the acidic substance and smashed into three other traps. Traps all over the room sprang and snapped at each other. Seconds afterwards, Andreas’ body lay still.
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