Plot: Detective Bilawal is still on the hunt for Dicksaw. But things become even more complicated when another Dicksaw trap survivor emerges.
Chapter 1
Obaid woke up sneezing like crazy. He was allergic to dust. He saw only darkness around him. He had no idea where he was. Had he slept drunk last night?
His thoughts were interrupted by a haunting voice: ''I'd like to play a game.''
''Huh? You think I'm gay?'' Obaid asked mishearing the question.
''No, I said I'd like to play a game.''
''Well, that sounds gay to me.'' Obaid said.
''For months you have stolen money from your girlfriend. Only to purchase dick-size increasing pills and machines.'' The mysterious voice told him. ''Now it is time to actually feel the boost. It is time for redemption.''
''On, no!'' Obaid exclaimed like a little girl. ''You're that motherfucking DICKSAW!''
''Although, your dick has not grown 'abnormally' out of proportion, but your balls beg to differ.'' Dicksaw said. ''You will find handcuffs planted on your sack.''
Obaid felt the cold metal against the skin of his testicles. He tried to get up but it seemed the handcuffs were attached to a metal chain.
''You have thirty seconds to get out or else the handcuffs will crush your balls.'' Dicksaw started. ''Also, by tapping your dick a light will be produced. I have taken the liberty of inserting a flashlight inside your penis.''
Obaid tapped his penis. It felt hard. Then a white light transmitted from the hole.
''That's nice. Now I won't have to pay my electricity bill.'' The victim declared happily.
''Your time begins now. Live or get fucked. Make your choice.''
Obaid tried almost everything. He tried to pull away. Then he tried to bite off the 'metal' chain. He tried almost everything but failed. An object was seen clearly in the light. Obaid picked it up. It was a hammer! He closed his eyes and lifted it up in his hand.
''Twenty seconds left.'' DIcksaw's voice rang like church bells in his ears.
Obaid was about to crush his balls like a nutcracker. But stopped when he realised a better method. Without second thoughts, he took hold of his dick and pulled up and down, up and down... His sperms flew like birds in the air and landed on the floor like their shit. They glowed in the dazzling white light.
''Ten seconds left.''
But he removed the handcuffs just in time. Although, someone had better clean that bathroom floor.
Chapter 2
Bilawal had jumped out the window before the explosion had occurred. The detective’s secretary Saba walked into his office. Her 'tight' spectacles complemented her 'tight' cheekbones, and her 'tight' miniskirt complemented her 'tight' ass.
''Sir, I've always wanted to ask you a question.'' Saba said.
''Yes Saba.'' Bilawal replied leaning back in his chair with the zipper of his pants open. ''Ask me anything you'd like.''
''Why is that you don't have an actual investigator as a partner?'' Saba asked. ''I mean I'm just a whore from a nightclub.''
''I was afraid you'd ask me that one day.''
''Sir, this is my first day at the job.''
''Exactly. Anyways, the thing is that my ex-whore I mean partner-an asshole-was actually Dicksaw himself.''
'''Huh!'' Saba gasped like she did in bed. ''I'm so sorry Sir.''
''For staring at my penis. There's no problem in that.''
''No Sir, I mean for having a serial killer as your ex-partner.''
A group of five men walked into the office. They were all in suits and looked like the agents from The Matrix trilogy.
''Detective Bilawal.'' The only bald man said. ''We are from the FBI. Your assistance is required in the Dicksaw case.'''
''That's cool.'' Bilawal said getting up from his seat. ''But how did you guys get in here?''
''Your bitch left the front door open as if it were a nightclub.'' One of them replied.
''She's not a bitch. She's a whore.'' Bilawal corrected.
Chapter 3
Detective Bilawal, his secretary and the bald man were staring at a screen which showed the interrogation room.
''His name is Obaid Khan.'' Mr Chikna, the bald man told the detectives.
''Sir, with all due respect, I don't think it is right to capture someone for being a Pathan in the United States.'' Detective Bilawal suggested.
''No, he is the victim who survived the latest Dicksaw trap.'' Mr. Chikna explained.
''What is the name of the case?'' Saba asked.
''Nutcracker.'' Mr. Chikna replied. ''Do you wish to know the full details?''
''No, thank you. I just ate my lunch.'' Detective Bilawal said and finally entered the interrogation room.
He took a seat across Obaid. The Khan was smoking a cigar. Bilawal started eyeing him suspiciously.
''What are you looking at?'' Obaid asked angrily.
''I'm examining you.'' Bilawal replied. ''Your age is 34. You smoke cigars regularly. You had been caught by the police once doing the doggy style on the neighbourhood cat.''
''Whoa! You can tell all this by just looking at me?''
''No, I read your file.'' Bilawal said smiling. ''Now I would like to ask you how you felt after getting out.''
''That's simple.'' Obaid said. ''Like I masturbated with fucking handcuffs on my balls...''
Chapter 4
A 17-year old boy woke up to the stench of an unknown smell.
''Yuck. Smells like shit.'' He said trying to reach his nose.
But his hands were unmoving. His whole body was strapped to a metal bed. He noticed that he was not on the ground but on the roof of what seemed a barn. A TV set was situated on the ground. The TV suddenly turned on. A puppet was seen with a long dildo for a nose.
''Hello Shahwath.'' The puppet said in a hoarse voice. ''I'd like to play a game.''
''It's you!'' Shahwath cried. ''I must say it's such an honour to meet the legendary Dicksaw.''
''You like to shit everywhere. In the elevator of your apartment's building. Anywhere in the washroom except inside the toilet.''
''So, I like shitting. What's your problem?''
''The time for redemption has 'come'. Below yourself you see a line dug into the ground. It is filled with global shit. Shit from horses, cows and even your girlfriend. A fine mix I may add.''
''No, let me go!'' Shahwath cried.
A cow was seen on the barn's ground some distance away.
''Ýou have thirty seconds to say this tongue-twister: 'she sells sea shells on the sea shore' properly. If you don't, your oxygen supply will be ended forever!''
''This is bullshit, or horseshit, or whatever mixed-shit it is!''
''Live or get shit-faced. Make your choice.'' Dicksaw announced.
Shahwath saw Dicksaw's ugly face disappear and a timer appear. Thirty seconds till he was killed.
''She sells pee shells on the gay shore.'' Shahwath tried saying the words properly.
After ten seconds, the metal bed attached to his body lowered and he got shit-faced.
''Yuck! It tastes sweet.'' Shahwath said when the metal bed rose up again.
''His teeth were covered with pieces of shit. His nose breathed in the dirty smell.
''He yells she sell him a whore!" Shahwath exclaimed.
After another ten seconds, his face was thrust into the shit-hole again.
''Hang in there boy!'' A voice shouted. ''We're the FBI and we're going to get you out of that shit-hole!''
Why did he have to use that last word? Shahwath thought.
Suddenly, the timer beeped. Thirty seconds had run out.
''No, shit no!'' Shahwath screamed as the metal bed drove his head right into the cow's ass.
Detective Bilawal rushed in as the door was finally forced open. He saw the cow shitting as two muscular men tried to pull Shahwath's body out.
Chapter 5
''Sir, could I ask you another question?'' Saba asked her boss.
''Fire away.'' Bilawal replied.
He watched the two muscular men still trying to pull Shahwath out of the cow's shitty ass.
''If the previous case was called Nutcracker could this one be called Shit-faced?''
''Nice suggestion Saba.'' Mr. Chikna complimented.
''Will you two stop fucking around! I got this fucking case up my ass and the newest victim up a cow's ass.'' Bilawal told them fiercely at them.
''Yo man! Anyone in the house?'' A black guy's voice was heard through the speaker.
''I think it's coming from the farm.'' AN operative said.
''Let's go!'' Mr. Chikna announced.
The squad rushed outside. A small mahogany table was situated in the front yard. A 20something black guy was seen operating the mic on the table.
''We got you now fucker!'' Detective Bilawal said as he and his secretary pounced on the new suspect.
Chapter 6
''I'm telling you FBI people.'' The black man said to Bilawal and Mr. Chikna. ''My parents own the goddamn farm and I lent the barn to somebody.''
''Did you see this 'somebody's' face?'' Mr. Chikna asked.
''No, he was wearing a hood.''
''So you lent a complete stranger your parents' barn?'' Detective Bilawal asked.
''For 100 bucks that's a good business deal homey.'' The black guy replied.
''What's your full name sir?'' Mr. Chikna asked.
''Black White.''
''Is that your real name?''
''Yeah, my parents are white. I was born black. So it kinda sets the tone straight. Also, how can I be his accomplice? Only one black guy was the main character in SAW 4! You rascists!''
''Okay. We're leaving you in Detective Saba's care. Don't try anything funny.'' Mr. Chikna said and followed Bilawal outside the interrogation room.
''This is bullshit.'' Bilawal declared.
''I think he's speaking the truth.'' Mr. Chikna suggested.
''I know that. I meant his whole case is bullshit. We're never gonna find Saimul. Never!'' Bilawal shouted hot-tempered.
Both of them went out of the area to the men's room. A young FBI agent ran up to them when they had come out.
''Sir, I think Ms. Hamza and Mr. White have been kidnapped.'' The FBI agent informed.
The trio ran to the interrogation room. Bilawal saw a note on the table. He picked the piece of paper up and read it: IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER GAME OLD FRIEND.
Chapter 7
A black guy and white woman woke up at the same time. Two long plastic pipes were inserted into both their mouths.
''I'd like to play a game.'' Dicksaw's voice echoed in their ears. ''Urine runs through your pipe Mr. White and semen runs through yours Ms. Hamza. You have thirty seconds to keep bumping Ms. Hamza or your lungs will close. Live or suck. Make your choice.''
The black man was naked and in a doggy style position to Ms. Hamza's stripped body. Mr. White fucked her hard in the asshole.
''Twenty seconds left. Don't stop.'' Dicksaw reminded him.
He kept burning. Blood started drawing out of Ms. Hamza's ass.
''Ten seconds remaining. Fuck harder.''
All of a sudden, Mr. White stopped. He got tired. His stamina was at zero range. Urine poured through the pipe into his mouth. It came out his ears and through his eyes. At the same time, come poured through Ms. Hamza's pipe and the same condition affected her. They both died with chains on their ankles and wrists, and in the same doggy style position.
Chapter 8
The young FBI agent who had informed Mr. Chikna and Bilawal vomitted at the scene.
''We're too late.'' The forensic muttered. ''These two are dead.'''
''Yes, but they're not Black and Saba.'' Detective Bilawal declared.
''Identities confirmed. The names are Mark White and Faiza Hamza.'' One FBI agent announced using his laptop.
''Is he playing with us?'' Mr. Chikna asked aggressively.
''Dicksaw's been playing with us for so many years.'' Detective Bilawal murmured sadly. ''But he's never lied.''
''Sir, I think I've found something.'' An agent declared.
Detective Bilawal and Mr. Chikna stared at the words splattered on the wooden door at the end of the room: ONLY BILAWAL AND CHIKNA CAN ENTER. Something shiny was posted under the words.
The two investigators gulped as they opened the door, walked inside and closed it behind them.
Chapter 9
The area was dark until many bright lights came on. A very large Sony Bravia HD-TV was set up on one wall of the room. Saimul's face came into view all of a sudden.
''Dicksaw where are they?'' Bilawal asked fiercely.
''Oh, my dear Bilawal. Don't you call me by my name anymore?'' Saimul asked with an evil grin.
''Stop messing with me Dicksaw. Tell me where Saba and Bilawal are.''
''Oh, I won't tell you. I'll show you.''
The lights to another area of the room were switche don. A small wooden bridge was shown hanging along two towers. Black, full naked, with his wrists tied by chains and Saba was hanging on to something to stop from falling off the bridge. She had her mouth clutching onto Black's long skinny dick.
''Young man, I command that you immediately remove these two safely from that bridge.'' Mr. Chikna told Saimul.
''Look at you old man. You sound like Shepherd from Modern Warfare 2.'' Saimul told him.
''Trap me instead Saimul.'' Bilawal pleaded. ''For old time's sake.''
''This trap is intended for you Bilawal.'' Saimul said. ''See the four ropes down there with big metal hooks. You gave to insert them into your body and allow Mr. Chikna here to pull you up using that old-school lever. Best of luck commrades.''
''Damn it.'' Mr. Chikna said. ''He plays too much Modern Warfare.''
Saimul's face vanished from view and a timer showing thirty seconds appeared. Bilawal ran to the ropes as Mr. Chikna headed for the lever. Bilawal took off his shirt and inserted the metal hooks into his chest.
''Where the fuck I supposed to put the other two on?!'' Bilawal shouted at the screen.
''On your ass.'' Dicksaw's voice informed through the speakers.
''Are you sure you can do this?'' Mr. Chikna asked cautiously.
''Dicksaw belongs to me.'' Bilawal said taking off his pants and thrusting the hooks onto his hips.
He closed his eyes as Mr. CHikna pulled the ropes upwards. He had to save them. Just like he saved his son Hassam in the last AAW.
''My dick can't hold this much weight too long homeys!'' Black announced. ''Get your bitch already.''
''She's not a bitch.'''Bilawal told him. ''She's a whore.''
He almost caught her when Black suddenly screamed.
''I'm gonna come!'' Black exclaimed. ''I'm sorry whore!''
He saw Saba's innocent eyes as she was forced to let go of his dick. She fell down on the ground 30 feet below hard, dead.
''Saba!'' Bilawal shouted after her.
''Bilawal only ten seconds left.'' Mr. Chikna reminded.
The brave detective extended his hand out to Black. But suddenly, Mr. Chikna let go of the lever and Bilawal's hips got slashed.
''Steady it dumbass!'' Bilawal shouted.
''I'm sorry!'' Mr. Chikna announced.
The bridge automatically let go of Black's wrists as he fell to his death!
AFTERMATH (ending)
''So Detective, why have you invited me here?'' Obaid asked Bilawal.
They both were walking the footpath along 21st street.
''Just needed somebody to talk to. I feel so lonely without Saba. She actually added to the environment of the office you know.'' Bilawal explained.
''Yes, I can see that.'' Obaid said. ''But really Detective. What's on your mind?''
''I'll tell you what's on my mind.'' Bilawal said and pushed him inside an alley and then against the wall. ''We found a glowing liquid on Dicksaw's wooden door. Guess what we identified it to be. Your urine.''
''Detective you're delusional.''
''Really. Last time I checked a man with a flashlight dick was only you.'' Bilawal told him fiercely.
''So who else knows?''
''No one because I wanna kill you myself.'' Bilawal took out a loaded pistol.
''Too bad your old friend decided to join us.'' Obaid declared signalling for the investigator to look behind.
Just as Bilawal looked over his shoulder he was shot in the neck.
-THE END?-
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