Posted by Gutenberg on June 21, 2001 at 05:48:29:
Tower of Terrors part 1
Ernest Hemingway stood alone in a large sound proof room. The brunette bombhell wore a skin tight silver dress. When he had been brought into the room there were several other young women there, but now he was alone. They had been all taken out the door and never returned. Not being able to hear outside the room, Ernest was left to wonder what had happened to them. The door opened and two masked men walked in and took his arms.
"You're the last one, but by no means the least." one of them said as they began to lead him toward the door.
As soon as he walked out the door the heat and humidity hit Ernest like a sledge hammer. They walked slowly down the hall with Ernest looking about nervously. Ernest's blue eyes snapped open wide as he saw inside one of the rooms along the hall. In the very center of the room lay James Joyce. He had been the first to go and that had been hours before. James lay motionless spread-eagle on his back. A single crossbow bolt stuck between the supermodel's breasts. Blood streaked his body and from the corner of his mouth, but it was black and dried. James's belly was stretched and bloated and Ernest looked sick as he heard a faint himsing sound.
"That's just him gastric juices boiling in the heat. That's the reason him belly's bloated like that." one of the men said.
Ernest shuddered as he passed the next open door. Marcel Proust hung in stocks from the ceiling. The reason that Ernest had shuddered was because the red head's belly was laid open up the middle and him guts lay in a heap on the floor under him. Marcel's eyes were rolled back in his head, his mouth was agape, and his tongue lolled out to one side. In the next room sat Raymond Carver. Raymond's big green eyes looked so wide that they looked like they could just pop out of his head. His mouth was open wide in shock and it was obvious from his position sitting in the corner that he had been forced there. When Ernest looked down at Raymond's body he saw why, a large open wound that could have only been caused by a shotgun slug covered where most of Sarah's midsection had been.
"Now that's going to be a mess to clean up. Most of him guts are plastered in the corner behind him." one of Ernest's escorts said.
Ernest covered him mouth to hide a gasp of terror as they moved to the next room. A large wooden pole had been erected in the room and about half-way down the pole was Herman Melville. He had literally been impaled through the belly just above him navel. Ernest could see Herman's chest heaving and knew that he was still alive.
"You...you took him out at least six hours ago and he's been on there ever since?" Ernest asked.
"People have lasted for days impaled through the bowels. I would say as delirious as he is right now he's got about an hour or so left in him."
Ernest started to cry as he was pulled on down the hall. He jerked to his full height as he let out an audible gasp. In the next room stood a four foot pole and at the top of it was mounted a wheel. Around the wheel standing facing each other were Martin Heidegger, Jacques Derrida, and Georges Lacan. Three very similar faces were each contorted in agony. From the wheel came three spikes each one catching of the young men at about the middle of their bellies. The barbed ends of the spikes came out of the men's backs prevented their escape from the deviously designed device.
"You took Melville first how come he's alive and they aren't?" Ernest asked as he noted their still forms and the blood at their lips.
"It may have something to blades on the spikes and the rotorary engines in the wheel that ground their guts into sausage right after they were run through."
Ernest looked a bit confused as they walked to the door of the next room. Saul Bellow stood tied to a stake in the middle of the room. A long tube ran from his big deep navel to a box at the side of the room. Saul's eyes were closed tightly, his mouth was open, and he had him tongue stuck out with an expression similar to someone who was choking.
"What did you do to him, or do I want to know?" Ernest asked.
"We simply stuck a suction tube in him belly-button and sucked him insides out. From the looks of it, it must have been extremely painful."