Horror and Thriller Fiction posted March 29, 2010 |
A Jigsaw Puzzle Story
An Author Walks Into A Story
by Thesis
The Puzzle. Contest Winner
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
I woke up feeling groggy. I was on my way to see my agent about my latest book, the one I didn't finish yet. The last thing I remembered was being in an elevator standing behind a sexy woman in a bright red dress. Regaining my senses, I realized everyone was on the floor and I was on top of her behind.
She groaned and began to awaken, realizing she was pinned to the floor.
"Get off me. Don't you know who I am?"
"Um...sorry, I don't know what happened. I was standing behind you and the next thing I know, we're all unconscious on the floor."
Looking around, I noticed only the emergency lights were on in the elevator. Apparently we were stuck between the twelfth and fourteenth floors.
There were three other people in the elevator. Two were women, one of whom was pregnant and breathing heavily. There was also a man in a very expensive looking suit, lying at the feet of the pregnant woman.
"What the hell happened to us?"
After I said that, the pregnant woman began shaking and sweating profusely. She kicked the man in the face when she realized he was her ex-husband's attorney. She was moaning and began rubbing her full belly.
The other woman was lying on her stomach. I noticed her face was in a small pool of blood, and saw that her glasses had shattered and cut the bridge of her nose, causing a small, but flowing cut. I turned her over, noticing her blouse was also getting stained from the blood pool.
Looking over my shoulder, I asked the woman in the red dress to help me move her into a sitting position against the wall.
"I think I'm going to pass out. I don't do well with blood."
"What's your name?"
"Marissa."
"Well, Marissa, I need your help. Come on, just grab her arm and we can get her against the wall."
"Okay, damn. I got blood on my shoes. They're ruined."
As she bent down to help me, I was staring straight at her perfect breasts, hanging unencumbered by a bra. She was carefully watching my gaze.
"Are we going to move her or are you going to keep staring at my 36D's? They're perfectly shaped, you know. I had a wonderful surgeon."
"I can see that."
While we were discussing her breasts, cut woman stirred.
"What is going on? Who hit me?"
"No one hit you, the elevator stopped abruptly, knocking us all to the floor."
Expensive suit guy spoke: "By the time I get finished in court, this management company will be paying me to keep my law firm here. Hell, I might even own the management company by then."
We all looked up, hearing the sound of a loud thump on the roof of the elevator. The emergency door opened a hair, and five envelopes were dropped down. The door closed quickly and was followed by the sound of someone hammering it shut.
Everyone began yelling things like: "Hey, get us out of here. What are you doing? Did you call for help?"
Silence was our only reply.
Reaching down, I picked up all the envelopes, frozen in my stance when I noticed the titles on them. It appeared there was one addressed to each of us. I re-read the titles told everyone that it appeared they were addressed to each of us.
There was one for "Hot Thing," "Baby Killer," "Embezzler," "Author," and "Hated One."
Marissa looked at the envelopes and pulled "Hot Thing," from my hand. Tearing it open,
She turned pale.
"What does it say?"
"It say's I'm not supposed to tell any of you. We're all in some kind of life or death game. This is scaring me."
Expensive suit guy looked at the remaining envelopes, taking "Hated One," right away.
"This is probably from one of my disturbed clients. After all, there are always winners and losers in a case. Half of the people in court hate me."
"Okay, so who is "Embezzler?"
Cut nose girl reached up for that envelope.
"I was accused of embezzling several years ago. It must be me."
I knew I was the author, so I handed the "Baby Killer: envelope to the pregnant woman.
Marissa was reading her three-page letter intently. The others were all doing the same, when I noticed the pregnant woman, whose envelope was the bulkiest, pull out a crack pipe and drop something from the envelope inside the bowl.
"What the hell are you doing? You can't do that here."
"I'm sick, this will help me."
"You're pregnant, you can't do drugs."
Expensive suit guy reached down and grabbed the crack pipe out of her hands. The pregnant woman reached into her purse, pulled out a five-inch blade knife and stabbed expensive suit right in the thigh. She ripped his leg open so badly that streams of blood cascaded down his leg, exiting his suit pants at the ankle, oozing down over his Cole Hahn loafers.
"Shit, you've cut my femoral artery you crack whore. Help me stop the bleeding."
Expensive suit started striking her head with his fists, but after about five seconds, he fell on the floor of the elevator. His face became ashen from an extreme loss of blood as he passed-out. Within another ten seconds, his heart stopped beating. He was dead.
Baby Killer snatched up the pipe, wiping away his blood and held the lighter over the bowl. Deeply inhaling at the crack from the envelope. Her eyes started to get larger as she realized this was no ordinary crack. Something was mixed in it that was not supposed to be there. She dropped the pipe, letting it fall into the inch or so of sticky scarlet blood that covered the entire elevator floor that she was seated on.
I picked up Expensive suit's letter from his lap, wiping the blood off onto his suit jacket and began to read it.
Hated One, you had your chance to help people numerous times, but it always seems like you just help yourself, benefiting from other people's misfortune. If you are not dead already, you will have to show me that you can perform an act of kindness.
The Baby Killer is a crack whore you created. She was on her way to see you to ask you to reconsider providing her a monthly stipend from her inheritance you control, to enter a supervised drug treatment facility in Malibu. Your response will determine the next stage of the game for you.
"What the hell is going on? This is really weird."
I tore open my envelope next. Reading the first few lines had the hairs on the back of my neck standing upright.
Author, you are here to chronicle the game. You might even make it out as one of the two who will survive. In order to do that though, you must perform admirably.
I know of your predilection for pleasures of the flesh. You have to convince red dress into performing a sexual favor for you in the elevator. The nastier, the better, since I am a bit of a voyeur and will be judging your performance. You have sixty minutes to perform your task, or the walls start closing in...literally.
This elevator has been refitted recently to my specifications. If I don't see a good performance, then squish, you all die. You can't attempt to escape during that hour, but then again, I'm sure red dress will play quite the virgin for the first time in her life, so you'll be busy pleading with her.
When I see you've read up to here, the red light at the top of the elevator will start blinking. Your time starts now.
Looking up, I saw the blinking light. I looked over toward Marissa and saw her trying to modestly cover her breasts by crossing her arms. She saw my gaze and quickly looked away.
Cut nose girl was nauseous. The crack smoke had gotten to her and she looked quite ill. While reading her letter, she touched her face, not realizing that her hand had been on the floor where she sat in the copper smelling blood. She brushed her face, giving her the appearance of being cut across her cheek to where she pushed her glasses back across the bridge of her nose.
All of a sudden, she started crying.
"How did anyone know this? Oh my God."
She reread the letter to make sure it said what she thought she read.
Aah, did you really think you would get away with embezzling twelve million dollars from the attorney's trust account. You've been quite a bad girl. You're going to have to show me that you're willing to accept responsibility for your actions.
Since only two of you are going to make it out of the elevator alive, you need to pay for your sins. In fact, for stealing, you'll have to invoke the Saudi justice principle. You have to cut off your own hand, if you want to have a chance at surviving this game.
I'm sure you will find something sharp in the elevator to use, or else you're just going to have to bite it off your arm with your own teeth. I will be watching. You have sixty minutes. When the red light stops blinking, you'd better be missing your right hand of you will die a crushing death.
It was clear to me that, whoever set up this elaborate game, was serious. I decided to act out my role and moved closer to Marissa.
"We're probably not going to get out of here alive. Let's work together to try to get out of here."
"Don't come any closer."
"Why?"
"You know why."
"No, I don't."
"You're going to try to rape me. I can see it in your eyes."
"No, I'm not."
While I was distracted, the pregnant woman roused out of her stupor, grabbed her knife from her lap and tried to stab me in the groin. Luckily, I was able to move quickly enough that she only cut my pants pocket.
"What are you doing?"
"Stay away from her. You're mine."
With that, Marissa got angry. "Why would he want a pregnant crack whore like you? It's obvious why he wants me. Look at my body."
Unfolding her arms and dropping them to her sides, I wasted no time getting next to Marissa, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her luscious red lips. She started to resist and push me away, but quickly acquiesced and allowed my hands the opportunity to caress her curves.
Cut nose girl took the opportunity to lunge at the pregnant woman and was struggling with her for control of the knife. She underestimated the pregnant woman's strength and fell face down into the sticky blood covered floor. The pregnant one let out a yell as her water broke, wetting her pants. Cut nose girl took the distraction opportunity to throw herself on top of the pregnant woman to secure the knife. She furiously cut off her right hand, wrapping the stump in the cotton sweater she was wearing.
"Help me, something's wrong with the baby."
The emergency lights began to flicker and the elevator swayed side to side. The pregnant woman was feeling faint. She experienced tearing and tremendous pain in her groin. Her letter started to glow and she was uncontrollably focusing on its words.
The normal child within you died on your second week of your crack-induced binge. What is now trying to escape from inside your womb is a demon, who will consume you and all it comes in contact with.
You were really never in the game. Your life ended seven months ago.
The monster's teeth chewed through its mother's womb and consumed her. Insatiable, it focused next on the handless, cut nose girl, tearing at her open wound, until she succumbed from the pain.
The monster sat on cut nose girl's stomach, watching Marissa and I.
"Marissa, you'll probably hate me for this, but it's what we have to do if we want to live."
That statement earned me a slap across the face, as I buried my face in her cleavage and firmly grabbed hold of Marissa's behind.
A few seconds later, the red light went out.
"Time's up, contestants. Let's see if we have a winner."
As the elevator doors opened, Marissa and I felt a blast of extreme heat. A man stood on the platform looking in.
"You two are the only one's left alive, so I'll keep my promise and let you both live."
"Where are we? It's extremely hot."
"Why, in hell of course. I said you could live. I didn't say you could leave."
I woke up feeling groggy. I was on my way to see my agent about my latest book, the one I didn't finish yet. The last thing I remembered was being in an elevator standing behind a sexy woman in a bright red dress. Regaining my senses, I realized everyone was on the floor and I was on top of her behind.
She groaned and began to awaken, realizing she was pinned to the floor.
"Get off me. Don't you know who I am?"
"Um...sorry, I don't know what happened. I was standing behind you and the next thing I know, we're all unconscious on the floor."
Looking around, I noticed only the emergency lights were on in the elevator. Apparently we were stuck between the twelfth and fourteenth floors.
There were three other people in the elevator. Two were women, one of whom was pregnant and breathing heavily. There was also a man in a very expensive looking suit, lying at the feet of the pregnant woman.
"What the hell happened to us?"
After I said that, the pregnant woman began shaking and sweating profusely. She kicked the man in the face when she realized he was her ex-husband's attorney. She was moaning and began rubbing her full belly.
The other woman was lying on her stomach. I noticed her face was in a small pool of blood, and saw that her glasses had shattered and cut the bridge of her nose, causing a small, but flowing cut. I turned her over, noticing her blouse was also getting stained from the blood pool.
Looking over my shoulder, I asked the woman in the red dress to help me move her into a sitting position against the wall.
"I think I'm going to pass out. I don't do well with blood."
"What's your name?"
"Marissa."
"Well, Marissa, I need your help. Come on, just grab her arm and we can get her against the wall."
"Okay, damn. I got blood on my shoes. They're ruined."
As she bent down to help me, I was staring straight at her perfect breasts, hanging unencumbered by a bra. She was carefully watching my gaze.
"Are we going to move her or are you going to keep staring at my 36D's? They're perfectly shaped, you know. I had a wonderful surgeon."
"I can see that."
While we were discussing her breasts, cut woman stirred.
"What is going on? Who hit me?"
"No one hit you, the elevator stopped abruptly, knocking us all to the floor."
Expensive suit guy spoke: "By the time I get finished in court, this management company will be paying me to keep my law firm here. Hell, I might even own the management company by then."
We all looked up, hearing the sound of a loud thump on the roof of the elevator. The emergency door opened a hair, and five envelopes were dropped down. The door closed quickly and was followed by the sound of someone hammering it shut.
Everyone began yelling things like: "Hey, get us out of here. What are you doing? Did you call for help?"
Silence was our only reply.
Reaching down, I picked up all the envelopes, frozen in my stance when I noticed the titles on them. It appeared there was one addressed to each of us. I re-read the titles told everyone that it appeared they were addressed to each of us.
There was one for "Hot Thing," "Baby Killer," "Embezzler," "Author," and "Hated One."
Marissa looked at the envelopes and pulled "Hot Thing," from my hand. Tearing it open,
She turned pale.
"What does it say?"
"It say's I'm not supposed to tell any of you. We're all in some kind of life or death game. This is scaring me."
Expensive suit guy looked at the remaining envelopes, taking "Hated One," right away.
"This is probably from one of my disturbed clients. After all, there are always winners and losers in a case. Half of the people in court hate me."
"Okay, so who is "Embezzler?"
Cut nose girl reached up for that envelope.
"I was accused of embezzling several years ago. It must be me."
I knew I was the author, so I handed the "Baby Killer: envelope to the pregnant woman.
Marissa was reading her three-page letter intently. The others were all doing the same, when I noticed the pregnant woman, whose envelope was the bulkiest, pull out a crack pipe and drop something from the envelope inside the bowl.
"What the hell are you doing? You can't do that here."
"I'm sick, this will help me."
"You're pregnant, you can't do drugs."
Expensive suit guy reached down and grabbed the crack pipe out of her hands. The pregnant woman reached into her purse, pulled out a five-inch blade knife and stabbed expensive suit right in the thigh. She ripped his leg open so badly that streams of blood cascaded down his leg, exiting his suit pants at the ankle, oozing down over his Cole Hahn loafers.
"Shit, you've cut my femoral artery you crack whore. Help me stop the bleeding."
Expensive suit started striking her head with his fists, but after about five seconds, he fell on the floor of the elevator. His face became ashen from an extreme loss of blood as he passed-out. Within another ten seconds, his heart stopped beating. He was dead.
Baby Killer snatched up the pipe, wiping away his blood and held the lighter over the bowl. Deeply inhaling at the crack from the envelope. Her eyes started to get larger as she realized this was no ordinary crack. Something was mixed in it that was not supposed to be there. She dropped the pipe, letting it fall into the inch or so of sticky scarlet blood that covered the entire elevator floor that she was seated on.
I picked up Expensive suit's letter from his lap, wiping the blood off onto his suit jacket and began to read it.
Hated One, you had your chance to help people numerous times, but it always seems like you just help yourself, benefiting from other people's misfortune. If you are not dead already, you will have to show me that you can perform an act of kindness.
The Baby Killer is a crack whore you created. She was on her way to see you to ask you to reconsider providing her a monthly stipend from her inheritance you control, to enter a supervised drug treatment facility in Malibu. Your response will determine the next stage of the game for you.
"What the hell is going on? This is really weird."
I tore open my envelope next. Reading the first few lines had the hairs on the back of my neck standing upright.
Author, you are here to chronicle the game. You might even make it out as one of the two who will survive. In order to do that though, you must perform admirably.
I know of your predilection for pleasures of the flesh. You have to convince red dress into performing a sexual favor for you in the elevator. The nastier, the better, since I am a bit of a voyeur and will be judging your performance. You have sixty minutes to perform your task, or the walls start closing in...literally.
This elevator has been refitted recently to my specifications. If I don't see a good performance, then squish, you all die. You can't attempt to escape during that hour, but then again, I'm sure red dress will play quite the virgin for the first time in her life, so you'll be busy pleading with her.
When I see you've read up to here, the red light at the top of the elevator will start blinking. Your time starts now.
Looking up, I saw the blinking light. I looked over toward Marissa and saw her trying to modestly cover her breasts by crossing her arms. She saw my gaze and quickly looked away.
Cut nose girl was nauseous. The crack smoke had gotten to her and she looked quite ill. While reading her letter, she touched her face, not realizing that her hand had been on the floor where she sat in the copper smelling blood. She brushed her face, giving her the appearance of being cut across her cheek to where she pushed her glasses back across the bridge of her nose.
All of a sudden, she started crying.
"How did anyone know this? Oh my God."
She reread the letter to make sure it said what she thought she read.
Aah, did you really think you would get away with embezzling twelve million dollars from the attorney's trust account. You've been quite a bad girl. You're going to have to show me that you're willing to accept responsibility for your actions.
Since only two of you are going to make it out of the elevator alive, you need to pay for your sins. In fact, for stealing, you'll have to invoke the Saudi justice principle. You have to cut off your own hand, if you want to have a chance at surviving this game.
I'm sure you will find something sharp in the elevator to use, or else you're just going to have to bite it off your arm with your own teeth. I will be watching. You have sixty minutes. When the red light stops blinking, you'd better be missing your right hand of you will die a crushing death.
It was clear to me that, whoever set up this elaborate game, was serious. I decided to act out my role and moved closer to Marissa.
"We're probably not going to get out of here alive. Let's work together to try to get out of here."
"Don't come any closer."
"Why?"
"You know why."
"No, I don't."
"You're going to try to rape me. I can see it in your eyes."
"No, I'm not."
While I was distracted, the pregnant woman roused out of her stupor, grabbed her knife from her lap and tried to stab me in the groin. Luckily, I was able to move quickly enough that she only cut my pants pocket.
"What are you doing?"
"Stay away from her. You're mine."
With that, Marissa got angry. "Why would he want a pregnant crack whore like you? It's obvious why he wants me. Look at my body."
Unfolding her arms and dropping them to her sides, I wasted no time getting next to Marissa, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her luscious red lips. She started to resist and push me away, but quickly acquiesced and allowed my hands the opportunity to caress her curves.
Cut nose girl took the opportunity to lunge at the pregnant woman and was struggling with her for control of the knife. She underestimated the pregnant woman's strength and fell face down into the sticky blood covered floor. The pregnant one let out a yell as her water broke, wetting her pants. Cut nose girl took the distraction opportunity to throw herself on top of the pregnant woman to secure the knife. She furiously cut off her right hand, wrapping the stump in the cotton sweater she was wearing.
"Help me, something's wrong with the baby."
The emergency lights began to flicker and the elevator swayed side to side. The pregnant woman was feeling faint. She experienced tearing and tremendous pain in her groin. Her letter started to glow and she was uncontrollably focusing on its words.
The normal child within you died on your second week of your crack-induced binge. What is now trying to escape from inside your womb is a demon, who will consume you and all it comes in contact with.
You were really never in the game. Your life ended seven months ago.
The monster's teeth chewed through its mother's womb and consumed her. Insatiable, it focused next on the handless, cut nose girl, tearing at her open wound, until she succumbed from the pain.
The monster sat on cut nose girl's stomach, watching Marissa and I.
"Marissa, you'll probably hate me for this, but it's what we have to do if we want to live."
That statement earned me a slap across the face, as I buried my face in her cleavage and firmly grabbed hold of Marissa's behind.
A few seconds later, the red light went out.
"Time's up, contestants. Let's see if we have a winner."
As the elevator doors opened, Marissa and I felt a blast of extreme heat. A man stood on the platform looking in.
"You two are the only one's left alive, so I'll keep my promise and let you both live."
"Where are we? It's extremely hot."
"Why, in hell of course. I said you could live. I didn't say you could leave."
She groaned and began to awaken, realizing she was pinned to the floor.
"Get off me. Don't you know who I am?"
"Um...sorry, I don't know what happened. I was standing behind you and the next thing I know, we're all unconscious on the floor."
Looking around, I noticed only the emergency lights were on in the elevator. Apparently we were stuck between the twelfth and fourteenth floors.
There were three other people in the elevator. Two were women, one of whom was pregnant and breathing heavily. There was also a man in a very expensive looking suit, lying at the feet of the pregnant woman.
"What the hell happened to us?"
After I said that, the pregnant woman began shaking and sweating profusely. She kicked the man in the face when she realized he was her ex-husband's attorney. She was moaning and began rubbing her full belly.
The other woman was lying on her stomach. I noticed her face was in a small pool of blood, and saw that her glasses had shattered and cut the bridge of her nose, causing a small, but flowing cut. I turned her over, noticing her blouse was also getting stained from the blood pool.
Looking over my shoulder, I asked the woman in the red dress to help me move her into a sitting position against the wall.
"I think I'm going to pass out. I don't do well with blood."
"What's your name?"
"Marissa."
"Well, Marissa, I need your help. Come on, just grab her arm and we can get her against the wall."
"Okay, damn. I got blood on my shoes. They're ruined."
As she bent down to help me, I was staring straight at her perfect breasts, hanging unencumbered by a bra. She was carefully watching my gaze.
"Are we going to move her or are you going to keep staring at my 36D's? They're perfectly shaped, you know. I had a wonderful surgeon."
"I can see that."
While we were discussing her breasts, cut woman stirred.
"What is going on? Who hit me?"
"No one hit you, the elevator stopped abruptly, knocking us all to the floor."
Expensive suit guy spoke: "By the time I get finished in court, this management company will be paying me to keep my law firm here. Hell, I might even own the management company by then."
We all looked up, hearing the sound of a loud thump on the roof of the elevator. The emergency door opened a hair, and five envelopes were dropped down. The door closed quickly and was followed by the sound of someone hammering it shut.
Everyone began yelling things like: "Hey, get us out of here. What are you doing? Did you call for help?"
Silence was our only reply.
Reaching down, I picked up all the envelopes, frozen in my stance when I noticed the titles on them. It appeared there was one addressed to each of us. I re-read the titles told everyone that it appeared they were addressed to each of us.
There was one for "Hot Thing," "Baby Killer," "Embezzler," "Author," and "Hated One."
Marissa looked at the envelopes and pulled "Hot Thing," from my hand. Tearing it open,
She turned pale.
"What does it say?"
"It say's I'm not supposed to tell any of you. We're all in some kind of life or death game. This is scaring me."
Expensive suit guy looked at the remaining envelopes, taking "Hated One," right away.
"This is probably from one of my disturbed clients. After all, there are always winners and losers in a case. Half of the people in court hate me."
"Okay, so who is "Embezzler?"
Cut nose girl reached up for that envelope.
"I was accused of embezzling several years ago. It must be me."
I knew I was the author, so I handed the "Baby Killer: envelope to the pregnant woman.
Marissa was reading her three-page letter intently. The others were all doing the same, when I noticed the pregnant woman, whose envelope was the bulkiest, pull out a crack pipe and drop something from the envelope inside the bowl.
"What the hell are you doing? You can't do that here."
"I'm sick, this will help me."
"You're pregnant, you can't do drugs."
Expensive suit guy reached down and grabbed the crack pipe out of her hands. The pregnant woman reached into her purse, pulled out a five-inch blade knife and stabbed expensive suit right in the thigh. She ripped his leg open so badly that streams of blood cascaded down his leg, exiting his suit pants at the ankle, oozing down over his Cole Hahn loafers.
"Shit, you've cut my femoral artery you crack whore. Help me stop the bleeding."
Expensive suit started striking her head with his fists, but after about five seconds, he fell on the floor of the elevator. His face became ashen from an extreme loss of blood as he passed-out. Within another ten seconds, his heart stopped beating. He was dead.
Baby Killer snatched up the pipe, wiping away his blood and held the lighter over the bowl. Deeply inhaling at the crack from the envelope. Her eyes started to get larger as she realized this was no ordinary crack. Something was mixed in it that was not supposed to be there. She dropped the pipe, letting it fall into the inch or so of sticky scarlet blood that covered the entire elevator floor that she was seated on.
I picked up Expensive suit's letter from his lap, wiping the blood off onto his suit jacket and began to read it.
Hated One, you had your chance to help people numerous times, but it always seems like you just help yourself, benefiting from other people's misfortune. If you are not dead already, you will have to show me that you can perform an act of kindness.
The Baby Killer is a crack whore you created. She was on her way to see you to ask you to reconsider providing her a monthly stipend from her inheritance you control, to enter a supervised drug treatment facility in Malibu. Your response will determine the next stage of the game for you.
"What the hell is going on? This is really weird."
I tore open my envelope next. Reading the first few lines had the hairs on the back of my neck standing upright.
Author, you are here to chronicle the game. You might even make it out as one of the two who will survive. In order to do that though, you must perform admirably.
I know of your predilection for pleasures of the flesh. You have to convince red dress into performing a sexual favor for you in the elevator. The nastier, the better, since I am a bit of a voyeur and will be judging your performance. You have sixty minutes to perform your task, or the walls start closing in...literally.
This elevator has been refitted recently to my specifications. If I don't see a good performance, then squish, you all die. You can't attempt to escape during that hour, but then again, I'm sure red dress will play quite the virgin for the first time in her life, so you'll be busy pleading with her.
When I see you've read up to here, the red light at the top of the elevator will start blinking. Your time starts now.
Looking up, I saw the blinking light. I looked over toward Marissa and saw her trying to modestly cover her breasts by crossing her arms. She saw my gaze and quickly looked away.
Cut nose girl was nauseous. The crack smoke had gotten to her and she looked quite ill. While reading her letter, she touched her face, not realizing that her hand had been on the floor where she sat in the copper smelling blood. She brushed her face, giving her the appearance of being cut across her cheek to where she pushed her glasses back across the bridge of her nose.
All of a sudden, she started crying.
"How did anyone know this? Oh my God."
She reread the letter to make sure it said what she thought she read.
Aah, did you really think you would get away with embezzling twelve million dollars from the attorney's trust account. You've been quite a bad girl. You're going to have to show me that you're willing to accept responsibility for your actions.
Since only two of you are going to make it out of the elevator alive, you need to pay for your sins. In fact, for stealing, you'll have to invoke the Saudi justice principle. You have to cut off your own hand, if you want to have a chance at surviving this game.
I'm sure you will find something sharp in the elevator to use, or else you're just going to have to bite it off your arm with your own teeth. I will be watching. You have sixty minutes. When the red light stops blinking, you'd better be missing your right hand of you will die a crushing death.
It was clear to me that, whoever set up this elaborate game, was serious. I decided to act out my role and moved closer to Marissa.
"We're probably not going to get out of here alive. Let's work together to try to get out of here."
"Don't come any closer."
"Why?"
"You know why."
"No, I don't."
"You're going to try to rape me. I can see it in your eyes."
"No, I'm not."
While I was distracted, the pregnant woman roused out of her stupor, grabbed her knife from her lap and tried to stab me in the groin. Luckily, I was able to move quickly enough that she only cut my pants pocket.
"What are you doing?"
"Stay away from her. You're mine."
With that, Marissa got angry. "Why would he want a pregnant crack whore like you? It's obvious why he wants me. Look at my body."
Unfolding her arms and dropping them to her sides, I wasted no time getting next to Marissa, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her luscious red lips. She started to resist and push me away, but quickly acquiesced and allowed my hands the opportunity to caress her curves.
Cut nose girl took the opportunity to lunge at the pregnant woman and was struggling with her for control of the knife. She underestimated the pregnant woman's strength and fell face down into the sticky blood covered floor. The pregnant one let out a yell as her water broke, wetting her pants. Cut nose girl took the distraction opportunity to throw herself on top of the pregnant woman to secure the knife. She furiously cut off her right hand, wrapping the stump in the cotton sweater she was wearing.
"Help me, something's wrong with the baby."
The emergency lights began to flicker and the elevator swayed side to side. The pregnant woman was feeling faint. She experienced tearing and tremendous pain in her groin. Her letter started to glow and she was uncontrollably focusing on its words.
The normal child within you died on your second week of your crack-induced binge. What is now trying to escape from inside your womb is a demon, who will consume you and all it comes in contact with.
You were really never in the game. Your life ended seven months ago.
The monster's teeth chewed through its mother's womb and consumed her. Insatiable, it focused next on the handless, cut nose girl, tearing at her open wound, until she succumbed from the pain.
The monster sat on cut nose girl's stomach, watching Marissa and I.
"Marissa, you'll probably hate me for this, but it's what we have to do if we want to live."
That statement earned me a slap across the face, as I buried my face in her cleavage and firmly grabbed hold of Marissa's behind.
A few seconds later, the red light went out.
"Time's up, contestants. Let's see if we have a winner."
As the elevator doors opened, Marissa and I felt a blast of extreme heat. A man stood on the platform looking in.
"You two are the only one's left alive, so I'll keep my promise and let you both live."
"Where are we? It's extremely hot."
"Why, in hell of course. I said you could live. I didn't say you could leave."
Writing Prompt Please write a horror/thriller jigsaw puzzle story based on the prompt in the announcement. |
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Please write a horror/thriller jigsaw puzzle story based on the prompt: You wake up in an elevator with four other people. There's you (a writer), a lawyer, an accountant, a crack-addicted pregnant woman, and a beautiful and totally hot model. You all are there for a reason and all are connected in someway. Different pieces to the same puzzle. Where do you fit? Where do the others fit? The situation takes another turn when the pregnant woman goes into labor.
*The story must be jigsaw horror/thriller.
*The story must be at least 1300 words. No max.
*The story must include all five characters listed above.
*Twist: only two people survive. . . who are those two people?
WC = 2135
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and 2 member cents. *The story must be jigsaw horror/thriller.
*The story must be at least 1300 words. No max.
*The story must include all five characters listed above.
*Twist: only two people survive. . . who are those two people?
WC = 2135
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