Plot: Detective Bilawal has been tracing the serial killer Dicksaw's footsteps for a long time. Now he has finally earned a merit for his efforts as someone sends him a tape full of secrets. Secrets that could lead him to Dicksaw once and for all.
Intro:
A nasty aroma welcomed a teenage boy when he woke up. He tried to rub his eyes but he was unable to move his hands. They were tied behind his back. He tried to move his legs. Pain shot into his feet. He blew the strand of ginger hair off his eyes to see clearly. He looked down in horror. Two metal bars were pierced into his feet. Blood was splattered all over his toes.
The stench irritated his nostrils again.
''What the hell is that smell!?'' He shouted.
A buffering sound alerted his senses. A small TV, which he hadn't noticed before lying on the ground in front of him, suddenly turned on. A puppet with an ugly white-colored face, long red wavy hair and scary black eyes with red-colored pupils slowly turned its face towards the frightened teenager. The puppet had a purple-colored dildo for a nose.
''Barney the dinosaur was much better.'' The teenager said with a grin.
''Hello Rashid, I'd like to play a game.'' The puppet's mouth didn't move but the voice was definitely coming from the TV.
Rashid tried to get up but his hands and feet wouldn't budge. He sat silently on the wooden chair.
''There must be a handful of questions running through your mind right now.'' The puppet continued in a hoarse voice. ''Let me answer one of them. The stench that continues to annoy you is coming from the large pile of horse shit behind you.''
Rashid looked over his shoulder. The puppet was right. He shifted his gaze back at the small TV.
''I'm in a goddamn barn!?" He shouted both in anger and confusion.
''Now let's get to the point. Look at the object adjusted around your penis.'' The puppet demanded.
Rashid saw a robotic hand holding his dick. This made him realize he was fully naked.
''Am I on some sick porn channel right now?'' Rashid asked.
''For too long have you pretended to be gay in order to be closer to the girls in your class.'' The puppet continued. ''I offer you a chance to redeem yourself. In sixty seconds, the metal hand next to your penis will start pumping it until it breaks apart. The only way to stop it from achieving its goal is to ensure that your penis does not become fully rigid.''
Suddenly, the small analog clock on the hand started ticking.
''Live or stop your dick, make your choice.'' The puppet said and then the screen went blank.
''How hard can that be man!?'' Rashid asked.
A naked picture of porn star Katie Morgan was displayed on the screen. Rashid glanced at his dick. It was slowly rising.
''What the fuck!?" Rashid exclaimed. "Get down! Get down!''
He glanced at the time on the clock. Ten seconds had passed. Another pornographic photograph was shown. This time of a naked girl with long silky black hair.
''Not Aletta Ocean, no!'' Rashid exclaimed. His dick was rising even faster than before.
He glanced at the clock again. Ten more seconds had passed. The photo was replaced by another one. It was Aletta Ocean again showing her bare ass.
''No!!!'' Rashid shrieked.
The screen went blank. All Rashid could see was his own darkened reflection. And the metal fist began pumping. Rashid felt horny as the hand slowly went up and down against his dick. After a few seconds, it started pumping harder and faster making his semen fly out.
''Oh, that felt good.'' Rashid said with a sigh of relief.
But the metal hand didn't stop. It pumped faster and harder than before.
''Fuck!'' Rashid screamed.
He could feel his dick being torn apart from his testicles. He could feel the blood pumping through his penis.
''Ahhh!!!'' Rashing screamed as the metal hand finally took off his dick from his balls.
CHAPTER 1
Detective Bilawal Asghar walked down the hot 21st Street of Mid-Western Town. The brim of his fedora shielded his face from the sharp sunlight. He saw an interesting article in the front pages of all of the newspapers in the stand. He bent down to read one of them:
'Local high school boy murdered in Dicksaw trap.'
Bilawal felt someone's eyes watching him from behind. He looked over his shoulder at an attractive blonde. But she wasn't looking at his ass. She was looking at the muscular man standing behind the stand. Who was showing his triceps and biceps.
Bilawal shook his head and continued to read the article. Again, he felt someone's eyes burning into his ass. He looked over his shoulder to see a black guy staring at his ass. He put the cash on the counter after picking up the newspaper. He turned around to see the black guy wink at him. Bilawal smiled and shoved his long coat aside to reveal his pistol. The black guy bit his lower lip seductively.
CHAPTER 2
Detective Bilawal tossed the newspaper on top of his desk. He adjusted his beige long coat over his chair. The office door opened. And in came Bilawal's parnter.
''Look what I just got.'' Saimul said raising a tape in his hand.
''Isn't it amazing Saimul?'' Bilawal asked sadly.
''I'm not sure sir. I haven't checked it out yet.'' Saimul replied.
''I'm not talking about the goddamn tape!'' Bilawal said in a high voice. ''I'm talking about life. People pay me to investigate other people in their private lives.. Is my wife having an affair? Is my husband having an affair? Is my wife's husband having an affair? Does this make any sense to you?''
''Clearly not sir. Especially the last line.''
''Wanna know what I want? I want to find out who Dicksaw really is. Is he or she a high school teacher? A priest? A motherfucking porn star?''
''That's what I've been trying to tell you sir.'' Saimul explained. ''This cassette is from Dicksaw.''
''What?'' Bilawal grabbed it from him.
He rushed to the VCR.
''Wait!'' Saimul shouted and raised another tape in his hand. ''This is the Dicksaw tape sir. I'm afraid I mixed things up.''
Bilawal handed him back the previous tape and took the new one. ''By the way, what's in the tape you're holding?''
''Your wife's sex tape.''
''Who told you to investigate her?''
''You did sir, yesterday.''
Bilawal patted his forehead furiously. ''I was speaking sarcastically, goddamn it! Now put that piece of shit on my desk and let's watch this.''
Bilawal inserted the tape into the VCR.
After a momentary buffering noise, Dicksaw's puppet was seen sitting on a table. A wallpaper of the Colonel who founded KFC was on the wall behind the doorway.
''Look that's the Colonel-''
''Shhh...'' Bilawal silenced his partner.
''Hello Bilawal Asghar. You are on of many less people who are longing to know my true identity.'' The puppet said in a hoarse voice.
''At least he knows that much about me.'' Bilawal said with a grin.
''To continue my identity story say 'what the fuck'. To find out the Colonel's secret recipe say 'WTF'.'' The puppet said.
''What the-''
''Good.'' The puppet interrupted Saimul. ''Now listen carefully Bilawal. To know my identity you must be in your office at exactly twelve a.m. tonight. There must be no delays. Twelve a.m. sharp.''
Before the tape stopped, Bilawal saw a waiter carry a meal to the puppet's table.
''What are we going to do sir?'' Saimul asked.
''What do you think? We're gonna stay here till midnight!'' Bilawal replied with a smile.
CHAPTER 3
The cafeteria of Mid-Western High was packed with noisy teenagers. A group of three boys sat on one table and were laughing their heads off.
''I just can't understand one thing.'' Ahsan said taking a large bite of his cheeseburger.
''What's that?" Owais asked.
''Why the hell did Dicksaw choose Rashid?'' Ahsan asked with his mouth full.
''Maybe he had a thing for him.'' Hassam said.
They all laughed at that statement.
Hassam noticed Amna's sad facial expression as he took a sip of his lemonade. She sat beside him on another table.
''What's the matter Amna?'' Hassam asked with concern. ''You haven't even touched your food.''
''You better or else it will be devoured by Ahsan's great stomach.'' Owais joked.
''Or by Rashid's ghost.'' Ahsan added.
They gave each other a high-five. Amna's expression became even more dull.
''Stop it you guys.'' Hassam told his snickering friends. He put a hand on her shoulder. ''It'll be alright. Dicksaw's traps can't go on forever.''
''I was vomiting all night.'' She told him.
''Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you loved him so much.'' Hassam said.
''I didn't love him. I never told him that I knew his secret.''
''What was it?''
''I knew he was just pretending to be gay.''
This line made both Ahsan and Owais choke on their juices.
Hassam held his stomach tightly.
''Are you alright?'' Amna asked with concern.
''Now I think I'm gonna vomit.'' He said getting up from his seat. ''Excuse me.''
He left her side and marched off to the hallway. And walked acroos it to the boys' washroom. He vomited into the first toilet from the range of toilets.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see a familiar face.
''You!?" Hassam exclaimed before the person pushed a syringe against his neck.
CHAPTER 4
Owais entered the boys' washroom. They searched for their friend Hassam.
Does he have constipation or something? Owais thought.
He stopped dead in his tracks. A snickering noise was coming from nearby. Like a small kid laughing in a low voice. The first toilet's door was slightly ajar. He tiptoed to it. Owais slowly pushed it fully open. And he stared in unadulterated horror.
The Dicksaw puppet sat on the toilet seat. With its black pants removed and its underwear stretched over the thighs. The snickering sound was coming from inside the puppet. The noise suddenly stopped. Both of them turned around to see a familiar face.
''You!?'' He exclaimed before being knocked out by the syringe being plunged into his neck.
CHAPTER 5
Amna was completely alone in the cafeteria. Ahsan had just left to find his two friends. She kept staring blankly at her plate. The cheeseburger hadn't been touched. She didn't feel hungry. Other emotions were curbing her hunger.
''Do you want some ketchup with your fries?'' The lunch lady asked.
''No, thanks.'' Amna replied without even looking at her.
Amna saw some ketchup falling over her burger. She stared up at the fat lunch lady angrily.
''I said no ketchup-'' she was left speechless after seeing the woman holding her throat.
It was bleeding. It had been cut open. The but had forced her to squeeze the ketchup bottle. She fell down on the floor. And behind the spot where she was standing stood a familiar looking person.
''You!?'' Amna exclaimed before being knocked out by the syringe.
CHAPTER 6
Detective Bilawal kept pacing around his office. Something was bothering his mind. He glanced at the cassette on his desk. It was his wife's sex tape. He couldn't keep it out of his head since Saimul had left. Saimul was gone to the flower shop to buy a bouquet for his wife. It was their wedding anniversary.
Bilawal kept staring at the tape. It started playing in his mind. He could her his wife's screams. Echoing through their bedrooms. And a masked stranger banging her. There was a knock at the front door of the apartment. Bilawal and Saimul ran a private investigation business.
''Coming!'' Bilawal called.
He walked over to the front door, unlocked it and pulled it open. He took the box of pizza from the delivery boy without getting a chance to see his face.
''And how much would that be?'' Bilawal asked.
He finally saw the delivery boy's face. It was an ass. His face was not a face. But a man's ass. And just when Bilawal realized it was a mask, a syringe was plunged into his neck.
CHAPTER 7
Bilawal slowly opened up his eyes. His head throbbed with pain. He looked around. He was in a small room. The walls were painted white. And the floor was made of white marble. He suddenly felt the coldness of the floor. He looked down at his feet. They were bare;his shoes were missing.
''This is America not Pakistan. You don't go stealing a man's shoes!'' He shouted looking at the camera adjusted on the top of the wall in front of him.
A wide Sony HD-TV was situated a few inches under the camera. Bilawal walked over to it. He saw a pair of 3D glasses on the floor in front of the TV. He picked them up and blew dust off them. And put them on. Suddenly, the TV was turned on automatically followed by a buffering sound. The puppet slowly turned its face towards Bilawal. He adjusted his glasses admiring the 3D view.
''Hello Bilawal, I'd like to play a game.'' The puppet said. ''As you already know that you have to be in your office at exactly twelve a.m. tonight. So let's see if you make it. From childhood you've wanted to be a police officer. But because of a court order you were expelled from the police force. Now this is a chance at redemption. You've always wanted to be a hero to the people. This is to test your heroics. The game begins now. Live or get fucked, make your choice.''
The TV screen went blank again followed by a buffering noise. Bilawal saw a door to his left. There was something spray-painted on the top: THE FIRST TEST
And under it: DON'T SHIT YOUR PANTS
Bilawal opened the door. Lights flashed all over the room. It was designed exactly the same as the previous room.
''Mr Asghar help me!'' A familiar voice screamed.
''Amna? Is that you?'' Bilawal asked. ''And why is my vision so blurry?''
''Take off your motherfucking 3D glasses!'' She told him.
''Oh.'' He took them off and threw them away.
Then he realized he should have kept them on after seeing the hideous sight at the end of the room. Amna's wrists and ankles were strapped against a metal chair. And so was her neck. A metal dildo was adjusted a few inches away from her mouth.
''What the-''
A buffering sound interrupted Bilawal. He looked at the Sony HD-TV to his right. The puppet slowly turned its ugly face towards Bilawal.
''Hello Bilawal. You always wanted to be a savior. A hero if you will. Well, let's see what you've got. As you can see there is a metal dildo adjusted a few inches away from her mouth. You have to put your dick inside her pussy. The number of times she screams the dildo will move closer. So you must ensure she keeps her bitchy mouth shut for sixty seconds. If you do not have sex with her, the dildo will automatically be inserted in her mouth, blasting semen to block her throat. And I'll be watching from the camera. Live or get her fucked, make your choice.''
The clip ended. Bilawal saw the camera on top of the wall. He heard a beep. The timer on the dildo had started. He rushed over to her. And unzipped his pants.
''I can't believe this is happening.'' Amna complained.
''Don't worry. Many people have survived Dicksaw's traps.''
''I'm talking about a middle-aged man fucking me.''
''Hey I'm not that old.'' Bilawal argued.
He glanced at the timer. Fifteen seconds had gone past. He grabbed the front of her T-shirt.
''What do you think you're doing?'' Amna asked angrily.
''Trying to get high so shut up.'' He tore apart her T-shirt and lowered her bra. He kissed her boobs. Which caused his dick to rise. He pulled off her miniskirt and shoved his erect penis inside her soft pussy.
''Oh, that feels so good.'' Bilawal said.
''Thirty seconds left dumb-ass.'' Amna announced. ''Fuck me!''
Bilawal gave his dick a hard push. She let out a scream. The dildo moved a few inches closer to her mouth.
''Control yourself. Don't you ever practice?'' Bilawal asked angrily.
''Sorry, the school authorities told us to practice safe sex. So we use methods of contraception.'' She explained.
Bilawal started banging her. In. Out. In. Out.
She screamed like hell. The dildo was just a whisker away from her mouth now.
''I can't do this!'' Bilawal shouted hopelessly.
''You must or she'll die.'' Dicksaw's voice spoke through the speakers under the camera.
Bilawal looked at the timer. Ten seconds left. He started pushing his dick in and out again. Amna tried to contain her scream.
''Ahhh!!!'' She finally let it out.
The dildo plunged swiftly inside her mouth. She started coughing.
''No!'' Bilawal exclaimed.
Bullets of semen shot from the dildo. Sealing her throat. She tried to scream but no voice came out. Semen poured out of her mouth and her eyes remained open. They stared blankly at Detective Bilawal. She was dead.
CHAPTER 8
There was a large metal door at the other side of the room. After wiping sweat off his forehead, Bilawal proceeded to it. Bilawal noticed that there was a message posted on this one as well, at the top: SEDUCTION IS AN ART
Under it was another one: GET IT IDIOT?
''Turn around Bilawal.'' Dicksaw's voice ordered.
He turned around. And opened his eyes in shock. On the TV screen was a teenage boy. He was completely naked. He stood up from the floor. And shielded his eyes from the fluorescent lights with his hand. The room was designed just like the previous ones. Bilawal walked over to the screen to get a better view. There were two naked women at the end of the room. Each of them were chained by the neck, wrists and the ankles. They stood some distance apart from each other. They had worried expressions on their cute faces.
Bilawal searched for the 3D glasses. He put them on and started enjoying the view.
''Owais can you hear me!?'' Bilawal exclaimed at the screen.
''No, he can't.'' Dicksaw's voice announced from the speakers under the camera.
''You sick bastard! You motherfucking prick!'' Bilawal exclaimed angrily looking up at the camera.
''Anything else?''
''You sex freak! You pornographic director!'' Bilawal added.
''Thank you. Now let's get to the point.'' Dicksaw said. ''You can hear and see them. But they can't hear or see you. To end their game you have to tell me the name of the girl who plays Hannah Montana in Hannah Montana. Live or die, go fuck yourself.
CHAPTER 9
Owais couldn't believe the two chicks who were in front of him. One was Katie Morgan and the other was Jayden James. Both of them successful porn stars.
''This is a dream come true.'' Owais said.
''Help us!'' Jayden cried.
''I think we're in a new porno reality series.'' Katie suggested.
A Sony HD-TV was situated at the other end of the room. It turned on followed by a buffering sound. Dicksaw's puppet slowly turned its ugly face towards the three captives.
''Hello Owas, I'd like to play a game.'' The puppet told him.
''Who's he talking to?'' Jayden asked her female friend.
''To the boy, duh!'' Katie exclaimed angrily.
''For years you have watched porno. Ignoring your loved ones and never ignoring your girlfriends. It's time for you to get a taste of your own medicine. Or in other words, for the two ladies to get a taste of your medicine. There are two porn stars in this room. You have to throw spunk on only one of them while standing on the spot marked by X. If you throw it on both of them, you'll be killed. And if on neither one of them, they'll be killed. Live or die, make your goddamn choice.''
The transmission ended with a buffering sound. Owais turned around. Nervousness was shown clearly by the look on his face. He walked over to the spot marked with X and stood on it. He concentrated on their naked bodies. And in one second his dick became erect.
''Throw it on me Owais.'' Katie urged.
Owais held his dick in a shooting stance. He started aiming it at her.
''No, on me. I have a bigger ass and boobs.'' Jayden told him.
Owais aimed his dick at her now.
''But I won more AVN awards than her.'' The other chick said.
''Liar!'' Jayden shouted.
Owais glanced at the clock on top of the wall behind the two women. He had only thirty more seconds left.
''Shut up you two!'' He exclaimed. ''I'm gonna throw it on both of you. This is for all porno fan worldwide.''
He started pumping his penis. He glanced at the clock again. Twenty-five seconds were left. He pumped harder.
''Come on baby.'' Katie said.
''Yeah. Give it to us.'' Jayden added.
''Ahhh!!!'' Owais screamed as the semen flew from his dick and landed on the floor just two inches across him.
''What the fuck was that?'' Katie asked angrily.
''That's all you got? Are you fucking gay or something?'' Jayden asked furiously.
Owais saw the hand on the clock signal that sixty seconds were over. Suddenly, something fell from the ceiling. A large saw fell on top of his erect dick. And cut it off from his balls.
''Ahhh!!!'' Owais screamed even louder this time.
He fell on the floor holding his bleeding testicles. Suddenly, the women started screaming as an electric current passed from the chains to their bodies. Which eventually killed him.
CHAPTER 10
''Britney Spears!'' Rakhi Sawant!'' Michael Jackson!'' Bilawal yelled out some names.
''For your information, Michael Jackson is a guy and he's dead.'' Dicksaw said from the speakers.
''Miley Cyrus! I got it.'' Bilawal declared.
''Too late. They're dead.''
''What!?'' He stared at the screen depicting the slaughterhouse.
He heard the sound of the metal door automatically unlocking itself.
''You know who starred in Most Shocking: Bizarre Rape Cases? Your mother!'' Bilawal shouted at the camera.
CHAPTER 11
Bilawal opened the metal door. And walked across the dead body lying on the cold floor. There was a door at the right side from where the woman were chained. A message was spray-painted on top of it: YOUR LAST CHANCE
And under that message: DON'T FUCK THIS UP!
Bilawal pushed open the door. He walked into a similarly designed room. A completely naked teenage boy sat on a toilet at the end of the room. A metal door was situated alongside where he was sitting.
''Hassam!'' Bilawal shouted.
''Dad, help me!'' Hassam exclaimed.
Bilawal heard a familiar buffering sound. He shifted his gaze to the TV screen adjusted on the wall in the middle of the room. Dicksaw's puppet slowly moved his neck to face both of them.
''Bilawal, you've always wanted to be an example to your only child. Now here's your chance to prove your worth. Your son's ass has been glued to the toilet seat. In order to stop the temperature of the commode from rising up and burn his backside, you must tell what you've been keeping a secret from him all your life. You have sixty seconds. And look at the clock on the wall. Only fifteen minutes left until midnight. Only by freeing your son the door will be unlocked. Live or get his ass fried, make your choice.''
Bilawal heard the sound of steam.
''Ahhh!!!'' Hassam screamed in agony as the toilet seat started heating up.
Bilawal glanced at the clock.
Fifty seconds left.
Forty...
Thirty...
Saliva started drooling from Hassam's mouth. His skin had gone tomato-red. Bilawal had to do something. He closed his eyes.
''Hassam there's something I should've told you a long time ago.'' Bilawal said.
''It's about fucking time!'' Hassam exclaimed angrily.
''I-I'm not your real father.'' Bilawal said. ''Saimul us your dad!''
The heating stopped.
''No, it can't be true!'' Hassam shouted.
''I'm afraid it is, son.''
''Don't call me that you inconsiderate prick.'' Hassam told him furiously. He glanced at the camera on the wall in front of him. ''Kill me. I wanna die! I should have died before hearing this shit!''
Bilawal heard the metal door get automatically unlocked.
''See you later, son.'' He said rushing to the door and pushing it open.
''Asshole!'' Hassam exclaimed as Bilawal left the room. ''Wait, how am I gonna get out of here!?''
Bilawal looked around. He was at a junkyard. A taxi was parked in front of him. The cab driver opened his window and waved a hand signally Bilawal to get in. Bilawal ran to the cab, opened the backseat door and got in.
AFTERMATH
Bilawal kicked his office's door open. He searched for any sign of Dicksaw. No one was present in his office. He searched the washroom. There was no sign of anyone. He walked back to his office. He felt angry and confused. He took out his cellphone and called his partner. Saimul's phone was switched off.
He was supposed to be here after celebrating his wedding anniversary, Bilawal thought. His eyes caught glance of the tape sitting on his desk. He wanted to see it now.
If she wants to get a divorce then fine, Bilawal thought furiously. He inserted the tape into the VCR. And turned on the television. His features widened with fear when he heard the buffering sound coming from the TV. Dicksaw's puppet turned its face towards Bilawal.
''It seems that you have made it in time if you're watching this. Not only you wanted to be a hero to everyone. Your continuous show-off attitude irritated someone. While that person did the practical work, you took all the credit.''
Suddenly, the puppet was thrown aside. And a familiar face came into view.
''Saimul!?'' Bilawal exlcaimed in surprise.
''Yes it's me Saimul.'' Saimul said as if actually replying to him ''That person is me. You were always obsessed with being a hero. So I helped you. I become Dicksaw to unleash your hidden potential. And I was successful. You ignored me, your family and your friends. Just to find a criminal that the FBI were already working on. Thinking that a mediocre private detective like you could save America. Well guess what, you succeeded.''
Bilawal heard someone knocking on the front door. But he didn't move from his position.
''So here's the prize. Like in Inspector Gadget, this message will explode in ten seconds. Bye-bye!''
The transmission ended. Bilawal ran to the front door. He tried turning the doorknob. The door wouldn't open. It had been locked from the outside!
''Game over!'' He heard Saimul's voice calling from the other side followed by the sound of footsteps going down the stairs.
Bilawal banged the front door with his fists.
''You bastard. I'll see you in hell!'' He shouted.
Saimul crossed the street and stood alongside a streetlight. And watched the small building explode with a loud BOOM!
-The End?-
Comments
Post a Comment