ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #6
Date: 9/12/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner, Source: xHamster
... inside and saw his future father in law laying there with his throat slashed from ear to ear practically. From the look of it, it was done with something very sharp be-cause Robert bled out quickly and no one heard a sound. "Let me see him, goodammit!" He turned and looked to the doorway where Jade had pushed her way through and as if in slow motion, her face went from fear to horror, to pure agony as she fell to her knees weeping uncontrollably. Her father, who she just made peace with and had plans for a whole new future… was dead. And worse, someone had murdered him. * * * Thankfully for Sikowitz, cleaning up the mess of the day earlier was infinitely more difficult than tossing some drinks and other trash behind. The church looked spotless after about ten minutes of work, and he happily walked out, whistling some island tune he had playing through his Pear-Pod. Before locking up, he hit the lights and went on his way to see what all the fuss was about. * * * Just as the lights went out downstairs in the church, upstairs, in the small windowless storage room, Tasha sat, strapped tightly to a chair and the lights became very bright rousing her. The model slowly started to groggily regain her faculties when she realized that she couldn't move her hands. And when she attempted to cry out, that's when she felt the hard plastic in her mouth. As consciousness slowly returned, she began to ...
... realize that she'd been roofied, sadly not for the first time, and she was scared. Waking up in a dude's bed was one thing, but strapped to a chair with a plastic tube down her throat was another thing. Doing her best to make noises, Tasha screamed and scrambled, and her eyes darted all over until she saw a clock that seemed to be counting down to something in 28 seconds. Now more frantic than ever, she wriggled and writhed around and tried everything she could to get out but the duct tape binding her arms and legs was strapped too tightly, and as the clock counted down, she saw what it was connected to. It was like the game of Mouse Trap where one thing would lead to another in a long Rube Goldberg type experiment. As the clock hit zero, a bottle of something tipped over, and once it tipped, Tasha could read the bottle, written in crude Sharpie: DRAIN CLEANER. The fear she felt when she woke up was nothing once she felt the cold, sharp thick liquid slowly ooze down her oesophagus. She coughed as hard as she could, trying to f*rce it up but it was so heavy that she didn't stand a chance. The pain was almost instant and it was excruciating. She was completely powerless, helpless, and within a couple of minutes, she was as still as everything else in the church, her eyes open and face bleeding. The only sound left in the old church was the faint dripping of what was left of the now hollow superstar model.