The alarm blares through the entire complex. It's more of a BWAAAH, BWAAAH, BWAAAH sound. It only cycles once then shuts off abruptly. Holly is at her station determining where the breach is and how far we have been breached so far.
I instinctively draw my weapon from my shoulder holster and prepare for the worst.
Holly yells out, "It's ok guys, it's up top. Looks like a farmer or something. I've opened the elevator to him; go retrieve him for me please."
I concernedly asked Mills, "Seriously? Why bring him down here? Why would we do that?"
Mills waves everyone off and says, "Let's go get our present Gregg. I'll explain once the target has been secured."
We speed off on foot, my sneakers screeching on the linoleum floor. Mills doesn't even have his weapon out or anything. I try to place my pistol in my harness but apparently it's impossible. I must be one of those people that can't do two things at once.
We enter the death room, remember? The flame, spears and all that shit. The flame has been turned off but the spears are still active for some reason. Mills doesn't even acknowledge them, he walks right into them.
I follow blindly. The motion sensors shut the spears off as Mills and I approach them. We walk through the SOLID drywall again and turn towards the elevator, which has been open to allow our visitor to explore but remain controlled.
Mills walks right up behind the denim overall dressed farmer and inserts a needle into his jugular area. The man falls to the ground before the needle even exits his body.
"God damn, what the fuck was in that needle?" I asked as if I wanted to try it myself.
"Get over here and help me carry this curiosity killed the cat mother fucker into the office." Mills almost sounded a little upset he had to bring him in.
I jokingly say, "Don't sound so down, it's not like we gotta kill him or nothing."
Mills peers back and says nothing. Do we have to kill him? Are we going to kill this guy because he fell into a trap on accident? I doubt that shit very seriously.
I place my hands on my hips and ask, "Mills, before we take this guy to the office can you please explain the wall to me? How the fuck are we walking through it all the time?"
Mills chuckles a bit and points up, "See those two rectangles? One is aiming at a piece of the wall on the other side of the room and the other is merely pasting that image over a void spot in the wall. It's a hologram."
"Shit, I feel dumb as fuck now." I look curiously at the two boxes as if Mills had left something out of his story.
"Well, retard, since you are a retard, you get the head and arms and I'll take the feet." Mills said, even though he could dead lift eight of these guys put together.
I grab the man's sweaty arm pit area and lift up. The nastiness of this really sucks the strength from me. Mills is holding the man's ankles with one hand. We enter the false wall, the death zone and maintain a swifter pace than normal. The spears begin to toss themselves back and forth.
"Whoa, we need to go a touch faster Mills! I just felt one brush up against my jeans!" I yell out in sheer terror but it was kinda funny.
"Ok, we are going to increase a little bit but much faster and the flame is going to eat your ass for dinner, shit and all." Mills gets a fucking kick out of that.
We make it through without incident and enter the complex through the glass door and turn left immediately. We are in the all plexi-glass agent holding area.
All three of them jump up from there cots, Gacy is the only one with his fucking dick hard as a rock, covered with sores and blood from the constant abuse he allows himself to inflict.
"Gregg, we got a winner! Gacy gets him, just for the face that his dick is hard and bleeding, that's gotta hurt but he is a determined motherfucker." Mills drops the legs forcing me to drop the upper torso.
"Wait, wait Mills. Wait! We can't do this. This is what happens to people that accidently find this place?" I'm panicking again.
Mills turns and nonchalantly says, "Well, we ain't gonna waste the prime rib on these fucks!"
Mills pulls his key card and swipes it on the Duke's door and then proceeds to punch in a seemingly never ending access code. At least twelve numbers.
"Sit on the bed Duke. Sit on the bed! Gregg get in here and watch this fat fuck for me!" Mills shouts orders, I think they all fear Duke and BTK, obviously they don't fear Jeffy since they unleashed him on me.
I stumble over the farmer's left arm as I try to wrap my head around what is happening right now, again trying to do two things at once ends up being tough for me.
I enter the glass living quarters of Gacy with strict orders from Mills to not take my eyes off of him, not even for a second. I hold my gun towards him as he stares blankly at me, like an innocent child.
"You're new aren't you? Would you like to suck my dick or like the skin between my fat rolls?" Gacy at his best.
I don't acknowledge him, I only stare at him.
"Oh yummy, the strong silent type. You look like you have a fat dick, is your dick fat or is it long? Is it fat and long? Let me see it, oh oh ohhhh…" Gacy, without touching himself at all, ejaculates on the floor, every pulsation of him cock causing the little cuts to widen out just enough for fresh blood to spring out from hiding.
"Jesus fuck. What the fuck? Duke. Can I call you Duke?" I ask, trying to maintain control of myself.
"You can call me anything you want pretty man. You call me anything you want. You want to stick your finger in my ass? How about your dick? I want your dick in my ass, throbbing and pounding, moaning and groaning, oh oh ohhhhh…" Jesus Christ, Gacy just ejaculated again all over his dick head and his dick clutching hand.
Gacy then proceeds to rub his hands together, blood and semen all over them and rubs it on his now exposed nipples. Then this sick fuck grabs his woman breasts and licks the bloody semen from each nipple, arousing the tips ever so slightly.
"Mills, please hurry up man. Mills?" I call out as I turn my head towards the open door.
Instantly, my eyes only off of him for the slightest of a split second, Gacy is on me. He knocks the gun from my hands, not trying to go for it. He pins me down with his excessive weight and proceeds to dry hump me, but it wasn't so dry. He was getting his cock blood all over me.
My arms were trapped at my sides and no amount of wiggling would free me. I was being hump raped by a lethally injected gay psychotic serial killer and Mills wasn't here to save me.
Gacy continues to hump my abdomen as he is consequently smearing him cock blood all over my badass Redskins polo. His face continues to contort between pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pleasure and uh oh, pleasure, pleasure. His rhythm is getting quicker.
"Duke, don't you dare bust a fucking nut on me! NO!" I wiggle like a trapped minnow in a toddler's hands.
"Call…me…Duke…again. Oh oh ohhhhh…" Yep, it happened. This toe jam smelling fat fuck just nutted all over my Redskins polo and some on my neck.
He stands and returns to his bed, his ass seemingly hanging from his body due to the shear obesity of this man, "God damnit!" I yell this out as I'm wiping another man's cum from my neck with my shirt.
NOW Mills returns, "Whoa! What the fuck happened to you?"
I stand there and act as if I'm posing for a king or something, "Ta Da! Where the fuck were you?"
"Dude, this guy's gotta be awake if Gacy is going to take him." Mills holds up a different colored syringe and injects the farmer. I lean down and pick up my gun, my shirt touches my chin, reapplying Gacy cum to my skin.
The farmer is whisked into the room and I sprint out with my weapon but not my dignity. The shirt I am wearing is tore from my body with my own hands.
Mills, still laughing at me, says, "I told you not to take an eye off of him. At least he wanted to fuck you, when he got me, he wanted to kill me."
His cum smells so wretched, the stench of grease and charred hair. Seriously.
The farmer comes to almost instantly. Gacy is waiting for him, nude and aroused, still. My mind is no longer focused on the fact I was just used as a masturbation toy for him but it's focused on what is going to happen to this farmer.
Mills grabs my shoulder and tells me, "We don't have to watch this Gregg, seriously. We never watch this."
I pull away, "Get me a chair please. If I'm going to be in charge of these guys then I need to know what they are capable of. I need to know everything. I can watch this but someone should have told me about this whole capturing people and delivering them to these fucks."
Mills exits and returns shortly with a chair for me. The farmer, let's call him Dumbass, it'll sound better than me saying the farmer all the time. The Dumbass rises to his feet and for obvious reasons looks very confused. The emotion of fear has yet to set in because he hasn't spotted Gacy yet.
I am sitting in this chair watching an innocent man being sentenced to death by a horrible man that was sentenced to death. Kinda ironic huh? A little?
The Dumbass turns sporadically and spots Gacy. I guess his reaction doesn't need to be noted; I'll just say his fear emotion has set in and went into over drive. Gacy steps down off of his bed, dick still hard, and gingerly approaches his victim on his tip toes.
I can't hear what is happening in there but I assume it is a sort of verbal slow dance. Dumbass wants to two step and Gacy wants to twirl him.
I sit in the hallway, alone with my left leg crossed over top of my right and my left arm folded over my lap with my right hand holding my head up. I need to understand this man, this monster.
Gacy grows tired of the verbal aspect of this meal. He grabs Dumbass up by the overall and slams him on the floor. He then inserts his teeth on the man's neck. Slowly closing his mouth while his teeth are still inserted, Gacy eventually clamps down on a mass of flesh, muscle and tendons and rips it from the man's body.
Dumbass here is slowly bleeding out but he doesn't know that he has a way to go before he dies. Gacy walks up to the plexi-glass wall and spit the fresh piece of flesh and blood onto it, showing me his rage and evil all in one motion.
Unphased, I adjust my chair so I am in a better viewing angle. Gacy then mounts Dumbass resting his flabby ass on his chest. Gacy inserts his dick into the freshly created hole in the man's next and thrusts in and out vigorously.
Dumbass twitched in a seizure like manner with every thrust, Gacy must be hitting the spine or something. Once he cums in Dumbass's neck hole he slowly eases out and watches the cum crème pie out of the wound. Gacy sits, naked on the floor, and claps like a toddler that just saw a cool magic trick.
Mr. Dumbass is pretty much dead, probably in so much shock that he is seeing what he thinks is heaven and Jesus. Gacy proceeds to dissect the man with a fish hook he found in the man's pocket. He inserts the fishhook at the top of the man's shoulder and pulls downward. The hook slides and tears it's way all the way down to the bottom of the wrist.
Gacy opens the wound all the way up with his hands, tearing it the rest of the way so the tendons and muscles are exposed. He works each tendon gently on Dumbass's forearm, making each finger move at his will. Eventually, there is a middle finger sitting up and all others lying down. Gacy appears to laugh and sit and clap again at his own amusement.
Finally, Dumbass's overall are fully removed, exposing his penis. Gacy grabs the hook and pokes a small hole at the base the penis. He then moves back to the open neck hole in which he ejaculated in and proceeds to suck as much fluid out of the man. Gacy returns to the penis and places his full mouth over the hole he had created. He forces the fluid into Dumbass's flaccid penis, causes it to become erect.
I then see Gacy cover the hole he had created, keeping the penis erect but he seems worried, he needs something. He needs the forceps from the desk on the other side of the room. I'm motioned to the door where he writes "forceps" on the glass in the man's semen blood.
I motion to the camera for someone to come here. Mills enters the hallway trying not to look at the mess that has been created.
"What do you want Gregg?" Mills expresses, trying not to vomit.
"Swipe your badge and enter the code, NOW!" I exclaim in a panic.
Mills responds, "Have you lost your fucking mind? No, I don't give a fuck what he wants; we don't go in ever during a feeding process."
"Open the fucking door, he is in mid ritual and he needs his forceps, let me help him. It will help me gain trust and the ability to communicate and control, harness this monster." I point at the door and shove Mills towards it.
He hesitantly swipes his badge and very slowly and intricately punches in the code, "You are fucking crazy Gregg!" Mills exits the room in great haste.
I enter Gacy's area with my gun drawn and ready to use this time. I maneuver my way around the perimeter keeping my back up against the walls and my eyes on Gacy. I grab the forceps and toss them to him.
For some reason, I stay in the room, I watch. Gacy clamps the forceps to the base of the man's penis above the whole he had created. He then proceeds to cut said penis off with the rusty fish hook while Dumbass is gurgling and yelping.
As I exit the room, Gacy yells to me, "Thanks Buddy, look it's a dildo! But it's an authentic and real dildo!" He holds up the erect severed penis as if he had just accomplished brain surgery.
I close the door securely and finish watching this monster conducting his self-assembled orchestra. Gacy lays face down on the bed and opens his legs, he slowly inserts the severed penis dildo in and out of his fat ass until of course, he reaches climax with an "oh oh ohhhhh…"
I exit the area, keeping my face calm but I couldn't fight off the nausea. I puked all over the entrance to the office and then proceed to slip in it, landing on my hands and knees in front of my work mates.
I pick myself up, very dizzy and malnourished, and yell out, "We seriously have to talk. We HAVE to talk! Mills, Boss, Holly in my office NOW!"