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“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Jalie said as she led her little brother down the stairs. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Was that meant to calm me, or worry me?” She continued leading him on, finally reaching the bottom where she tripped a switch. The room lit up, showing what wonderful horrors it contained. On one wall there were some shackles and a holding cell. There was, what appeared to be, a coffin leaning in the corner. Shelves lined the second wall containing multiple jars of acids and embalming fluids followed by an operating table. The final wall had a small built-in morgue, and smack dab in the middle of the room was an antique electric chair to top off her collection.

“Now, sit.” Jalie pushed him into the chair and strapped him down as he began to squirm.

“Lielee, what are you doing?” She took his blindfold off. “Oh, shit!” He tried harder to break free, finally realizing what she was going to do, but to no avail. Jalie walked over to the wall and grabbed hold of a lever. Upstairs in the kitchen Seth and Hobo Nick were sitting at the table each with a handful of cards. Suddenly, the lights flickered and a shrilling scream was heard coming from the basement.

“What the fuck was that?” Seth asked, not really expecting an answer. Nick shrugged and went back to his cards.

“Got any fours?” Nick asked with a raised eyebrow. Seth looked down at his cards for a moment then stared Nick in the eye.

“Go fish.” Seth grinned.

“God damn it!” Nick shouted, slamming his cards on the table. Seth grabbed the taser laying on the table as Nick stood up, pulled his pants down and bent over. This was when the two noticed Jalie in the doorway. They greeted her with a couple shit-eating grins.

“Amateurs.” She said, walking away. Nick and Seth looked at each other confused, then just shrugged it off.

“How do you like your ass, medium rare or extra crispy?” Before Nick could respond, Seth jolted him in the ass with the taser.

“Ah, fuck! My ass!” Nick shouted as he hopped around the kitchen.

.end.

What the hell am I facing, some kind of animal? This guy has some serious issues. He was hanging in a cage, eating with his feet and constantly screaming “FEED ME BITCH!” I’m sure I’m not the only one that’s noticed this guy is a complete whack job. Why would they hire a guy like this in the first place? Is he honestly like this all the time, or is this just a mere intimidation trick?

If it is, you are failing miserably.

I have never seen anything as ridiculous as this guy. Is he covered in hair and does he carry a club over his shoulder? Let me see if I can say this in a manner you might understand. Me Seth. Me you’re, careful here’s a big one, o-ppon-ent . You like a banana?

Fucking Neanderthal .

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