Plot: Mr. Masoom is still alive, but must face Dicksaw again. Masoom is trapped in a lonely room with only one ally. Will our literary hero finally end this crazy series once and for all?
Intro
The air felt thick. It also felt like a fat man’s fart against the hero’s face. He woke up to a lovely aroma similar to shit. In actuality it was shit.
Thud.
‘’Ouch.’’ Mr. Masoom had banged his head against a pipe connected to the wall.
He got up wearily dusting off his pants.
‘’Wait a second.’’ Masoom gazed at utter blackness. ‘’I can speak. I can speak!’’
Fluorescent lights came on in the room. Masoom realized where he was just by glancing at the dirty tiled floors. This was a washroom.
There was a TV screen on the wall in the midst of the room. Masoom faced it straight from where he stood at one corner of the room. A dead body was lying on the floor, face-down in the middle of the room. Dicksaw’s puppet greeted him when the screen lit up. A camera was positioned at a top corner of the room facing them.
‘’Good morning, Mr. Masoom. Are you ready to play a game?’’ Dicksaw questioned through the puppet.
‘’Anything unless it’s Farmville. Although the environment here does smell like I’m in a stable full of horseshit.’’ Masoom raised an inquiring finger.
‘’So you have realized that you have a tongue now.’’ The ugly disguised voice said.
‘’Yeah but, fuck! Why do I taste cocks on my tastebuds!? Fuck it feels like I licked a million balls my whole life.’’
‘’That’s because I replaced your tongue with a stripper’s. More precisely a MILF’s.’’
Masoom started continuously spitting on the floor. ‘’Shit I’ll have to drink mouthwash to get this fucking taste off.’’
‘’Wait how did you recognize the flavor of dicks?’’ A tall, bulky man stood up.
He was at the opposite corner to Masoom.
‘’Ali WTF?! How are you still alive? I saw your head get smashed by 10-feet sized boobs.’’ He forgot his friend’s question.
‘’Of course he survived my trap. His head can tear down Burj Khalifa.’’ Dicksaw explained snickering.
Ali rubbed the back of his head. ‘’It does hurt a bit.’’
Masoom tried walking up to him. But he stuck in place. He thought he was handcuffed to the pipe behind him. But instead he was-
‘’Ballcuffed!’’ Masoom yelled at the antagonist. ‘’You chained my balls to a commode!’’
‘’I didn’t think you had balls.’’ Syed Ali and Dicksaw laughed in unison at that remark.
Ali’s balls were unfortunately also cuffed. Luckily both were fully-clothed and wearing pants. Or else they would have started ball-sizing.
‘’Are you on my side or his?’’
The TV screen switched to a tandoor shop. A Pathan was making loads of roti alone.
‘’That’s your plan, to bore me to death?’’ Masoom question sarcastically.
‘’This is my next victim. I will refrain from killing him. If you answer my inquiry correctly.’’ Dicksaw announced.
‘’Uh-huh I studied psychology at Abu Dhabi University. I can answer anything better than writer boy.’’ Ali declared proudly.
‘’Alrighty them. Johnny has two boobies in his mouth. Two more being held by his hands. How many can he further hold?’’
‘’That’s easy: two, by his feet.’’ Ali answered with his chest up high.
‘’That was the first part of the question. Now calculate the mass of the sun.’’ D-saw continued.
‘’Fuck you Dicksaw! And fuck your word problems!’’ Masoom shouted angrily, trying to break away from the chain on his ballsack.
Chapter1
A Pathan in traditional clothes was making rotis, with precision.
‘’So the crust here equals the diameter of the sun. And the dough used should be aligned to the square root of pi. Also-‘’
‘’STFU Pathan.’’ A tall slender blonde interrupted. ‘’Stop being Einstein and give me my bread.’’
‘’It’s called roti, you stupid CIA agent.’’ He replied.
She immediately took out her pistol. ‘’Who told you I’m a CIA agent?’’
Jaan Khan didn’t even raise his hands up. He said that he had deduced her posture, expensive sunglasses with a blue T-shirt and black shorts, to be of CIA academy nature.
She holstered her weapon. ‘’You’re pretty good.’’
She took the roti and tipped him an agency card, with her number on the back. The agent gave him a call me sign before exiting the shop.
Fucking CIA bitches, Jaan Khan thought shaking his head disapprovingly.
He took out more dough placing it on the tandoor table. He was so caught up in the process of making roti, that he didn’t even notice his new customer.
‘’I told you that I just guessed that you’re CIA.’’ He said without looking up.
But he didn’t anticipate getting tazered on the balls.
‘’Okay Dicksaw you really gotta stop this.’’ Mr. Masoom said in frustration. ‘’I mean after six AAWs, you get bored you know.’’
‘’How many women have you fucked?’’ Dicksaw asked in his hoarse voice.
‘’Uhhh-‘’
‘’Too many to count right. So why should I stop?’’ He ended with devilish laughter.
Ali was still trying to break the chain. He turned around and hit his ballsack on the wall. And he fell backwards on the floor in agony.
‘’Hey, you should try using your head. So maybe we could get outta here.’’ Masoom cracked at his own joke.
‘’Silence.’’ Dicksaw demanded on the LCD screen. ‘’It’s time to play a game.’’
The Pathan woke up to the smell of naswar. He had been chewing it when he was electrocuted. So he was a bit high.
‘’Where the fuck am I?’’ He asked to the quiet.
All he could see was darkness. It was as dusky as a black man’s asshole. Suddenly, fluorescent lights went on blinding him. But he couldn’t raise a hand as both were strapped down.
‘’Hello, Jaan Khan. I’d like to play a game.’’ Dicksaw’s voice echoed through the room’s speakers.
‘’Go fuck yourself.’’ The Pathan also realized his ankles were strapped down.
He was laying butt-naked down on some sort of machinery. It was an assembly line for capping bottles.
‘’Mr. Khan, you have a PhD in both English and Urdu. Yet your lack of social skills has failed you in becoming a professor. So you decided to carry on your family’s legacy of making bread.’’
‘’It’s roti, you dipshit’’
‘’Tomato, tomaato. But what the public of Peshawar does not know is that you’re one horny man.’’
‘’Which Pathan isn’t?’’ Jaan inquired with raised eyebrows.
‘’You are so horny that you invite prostitutes over to your place at weekend nights. Only for a blowjob. That also, you spread zaather masala over your dick, and tell them to suck it.’’
‘’The zaather helps my labana come out.’’
‘’Also, last year you introduced your zaather rotis. People say that it tastes great. What they are unaware of is that you roll it on your dick to give it a perfect shape. And all your pubic hair is swollen by the public.’’
Jaan got bored of the talking. ‘’So what?’’
‘’Now is the time for redemption. Mr. Khan I will tell you a total of three cheesy pick-up lines. If you don’t laugh at even one of them, you’re free to go. Don’t laugh or die. Make your choice.’’
‘’Haha that’s easy. Let’s play this game.’’
‘’I told her that your father must be a drill sergeant, ’cause you got my privates standing at attention.’’
Jaan howled with laughter.
‘’I told her that there will be only seven planets left after I destroy Uranus.’’
This line produced the same effect.
‘’Now for the finale. I told her that your dad must be a baker, ’cause you got a nice set of buns.’’
Jaan laughed so hard he didn’t even realize the machine turn on. It was primarily a machine that dragged Coca-Cola bottles to be labeled. Now it was pulling the laughing Jaan towards a patch on the surface.
He screamed in sheer agony as the patch removed the skin on his butt, and some from his lower balls. And the next patch replaced it with zaather masala.
Chapter2
‘’Okay now that was just sick.’’ Mr. Masoom said eating a bag of popcorn he found near the commode, watching the giant screen.
‘’Is he still alive?’’ Syed Ali asked. ‘’And pass me that popcorn!’’
‘’Better not to eat it Detective Syed Ali. The butter on it is actually my buttered semen.’’ Dicksaw told him.
Masoom left go of the pack, and vomited in the commode. Syed Ali laughed like hell but was disturbed by a sharp sound.
He then noticed the door at the end of the hall, to his right, had a shaft at the bottom. Somebody, presumably Dicksaw, had just opened it. A gloved hand entered the shaft and threw a cellphone towards Ali.
‘’You have one phone call. The catch is that you can only call one number. And that is 911.’’ Dicksaw explained through the TV screen. ‘’Another catch is that the police can’t tap your phone as I’ve specifically designed it to avoid detection.’’
‘’You tech geek Shahwath!’’ Mr. Masoom shouted with a pissed-off look.
‘’I will present you three locations where you could be presently held at. You have to guess and tell the operator the proper location. You have thirty seconds.’’
Dicksaw’s puppet disappeared, and a new layout appeared. It showed three locations: Burj Khalifa, Jabal Hafeet and an abandoned warehouse located at a US address.
‘’Hey Ali it’s the-‘’
‘’STFU writer boy. I’m the detective here.’’ Ali dialed the number, and it automatically went to speaker.
‘’911. What is your emergency?’’ A female operator’s voice asked.
‘’I think my girlfriend’s being stalked.’’ Ali remarked.
‘’Stalked? By who Sir?’’
‘’The ghost.’’
‘’A ghost?’’
‘’No, the ghost.’’
‘’The ghost of who, Sir?’’
‘’The ghost of my penis!’’
Thirty seconds were up, and Ali was howling with laughter.
‘’You bitch it was the abandoned warehouse.’’ Mr. Masoom declared getting up.
‘’It could’ve been any place man.’’ Ali was holding his stomach breathlessly. ‘’But that phone call was a once-in-a-lifetime thing.’’
‘’Well, at least we know we’re not in UAE or Pakistan. 911 means we’re in the United fucking States of America.’’
‘’So your ex-wife could save us.’’ Ali deduced.
‘’Believe me, the last thing she wants to do is save my ass.’’
Chapter3
A call to the Peshawar PD had been made earlier from an abandoned Coca-Cola factory. It was a cold night. A detective, and four police officers, entered the factory from the front.
They were clear then they found a locked door near the assembly-line machinery. The detective told the others to stand back as he tried to kick the door in. But he fell backwards. The police members started giggling softly.
The detective stood right back up dusting his suit. ‘’Hey, don’t mention this back at the office. Now who’s gonna help me get the door open?’’
‘’Allow me.’’ A voice came from behind them.
A long leg extended and the door was kicked in for good this time. All of them were welcomed by a mixed odor of death, excretion and zaater.
‘’Pee-u.’’ The detective covered his mouth and nose.
The woman who helped him extended a hand. ‘’FBI agent Samantha Buns.’’
The male detective shook her hand, ‘’Detective Khan.’’
‘’Wait, the senior detective I met at the PPD was also Detective Khan. Are you two related?’’
‘’Oh, no. We’re all Detective Khans. Only Khans make it to detective. The rest are busy jerking off each other.’’
He pointed to two policemen jerking off each other, and told them go inside first.
Then Khan began checking out Detective Buns’ buns. She was super tall and still sported four-inch heels. She was thin but had naturally big buns on both sides.
‘’So if you’re done drooling over my buns. We can examine the scene.’’ She told him.
He came out of his daydreaming, and wiped the spit off his face. ‘’Yeah, sure.’’
He entered the room, and accidentally tripped on something gooey.
‘’Who the fuck peed in here!?’’ He got up dusting himself.
‘’I believe it was your victim.’’ Detective Buns started investigating the corpse on the floor. He was lying face-up to them.
Buns declared that the victim died from chewing his own balls off, due to hunger. The COD being the massive blood loss from the scrotum.
‘’Yeah this Khan was being investigated for prostitution.’’ A subordinate officer told Buns. ‘’He was also being checked for rolling his zaater rotis with pubic hair.’’
Detective Khan spit out the roti that he was eating, and threw the rest away. ‘’Okay, don’t tell this to anyone back at the office.’’
Footsteps were heard just outside of the room. Everybody had their guns raised up on the suspect. The detectives’ flashlights shone upon a fat teenager.
‘’Did someone order naswar pizza?’’ The boy said with a defensive smile raising his hands holding a pizza box.
Chapter4
Two 18-year old lovers were hanging out in a mall. It was midnight. And most of the shops were either closed, or shutting down.
They entered an amusement area with a mid-sized rides and an arcade.
‘’Sorry, we’re closing.’’ A man on the counter, wearing a cap, with the park’s logo on it said.
It was so dark that they could not make out his face.
‘’Pretty please.’’ The girlfriend moved forward purposefully showing her cleavage.
The man reluctantly nodded his head. ‘’Okay you got ten minutes.’’
‘’Thank you!’’ The girlfriend remarked, and they were allowed inside.
There was very dim lighting inside the amusement park. And there were no signs of anybody else. The boy was very fond of racing. So he took a seat on a racing game.
‘’You hop on there.’’ He told his girlfriend to take a seat on the car alongside his.
They put in coins at the same time. Then Dicksaw’s puppet appeared on the screens. They looked at each other before tranquilizers were shot into their necks. And all went dark.
‘’Okay, so how do we get outta here now?’’ Mr. Masoom was pacing the room.
‘’How about you write a poem to Shahwath. Maybe he’ll come out the closet and release us.’’ Syed Ali smirked.
‘’And what the fuck is a dead body, in white undergarments, doing in the middle of us?’’ Masoom pointed towards the corpse. ‘’In SAW I still remember this body being Jigsaw, and the two dipshits not even realizing it until the very end.’’
‘’It can’t be Shahwath.’’ Ali corrected. ‘’This dude’s white.’’
They both expressed amusement in unison. It followed with an order for silence when Dicksaw’s puppet appeared on screen.
‘’It’s time to play a game.’’ He continued.
First, the boy awoke. He was sure he didn’t have alcohol lately. Yet he felt a hangover. He also realized he was naked to the tilt.
He tried getting up but his neck, wrists and ankles were strapped to a metallic surface. He looked up at the ceiling, and comprehended he was still in the arcade. He called out his girlfriend’s name, and she also awoke. She suddenly sat up right next to his head.
‘’Oh, my head.’’ She rubbed it. ‘’What happened?’’
A puppet appeared on the screen right in front of where the boyfriend was laying.
‘’Hello there. I’d like to play a game.’’ The hoarse voice welcomed them.
‘’Whoa, he sounds just like Bane.’’ The boyfriend remarked.
‘’No, do you notice that breathing? He’s definitely imitating Darth Vader.’’ The girlfriend corrected.
‘’Silence!’’ Dicksaw shouted.
Now, the couple was scared. The girlfriend got up but was electrocuted. So she sat back down.
‘’You have a very strange relationship kids. The girlfriend could never pass on her driving tests. So she screwed every instructor, but they still didn’t pass her. And you, the boyfriend, being a driving expert, couldn’t take out time to teach her.’’
The boyfriend tried to escape, but the straps were too hard.
‘’Now is the time to set things right. Now is the time for redemption.’’ Dicksaw announced. ‘’So boyfriend you finally have an opportunity to teach your girlfriend how to drive. The instructions will appear on-screen. Ride or die. Make your choice.’’
The puppet faded, and instructions appeared. The girlfriend then noticed her right hand was on her boyfriend’s erect penis. It was strapped to cup it by a robotic arm attached to the machine under the boyfriend.
‘’It says, ‘Move the gear from P to R, D and N’.’’ The boy read the lines on the screen. ‘’The gear, in this case, being my dick.’’
The girlfriend started to look super-nervous. ‘’I’m scared.’’
‘’Don’t be. It’s just my dick. And you’ve always handled it well. Now just push it to these four positions. And voila, we’re free.’’
She slowly did so, and a success sign appeared on the screen. But they had still not been set free.
‘’WTF.’’ The boyfriend whispered.
Another set of instructions came online. They said to shift the gear in all forms of manual mode.
‘’Holy shit! No wait girl, don’t do this.’’ The boyfriend started sweating like crazy.
The girlfriend read a message that appeared at the bottom of the screen: Do it or your pussy will be electrocuted to death.
She pulled it to gear 1, almost breaking the dick in half.
‘’Ahhh!!’’ The boyfriend cried.
Then to gear 2 and the numbers that followed. The dick was being shifted straight and back, left and right, and it started bleeding from the top. Every move emitted a crack sound.
At the last pull, she dragged it so hard; the middle of the dick was separated from the ballsack. Blood flew like a fountain on to her face, as the boyfriend wailed like a little baby girl.
Chapter5
‘’Who ordered that pizza Taimoor?’’ Agent Buns put down a stack of files hard on to the desk.
She, pizza delivery guy and Detective Khan were in an interrogation room. Buns was busy playing bad cop, and Detective Khan was occupied in eating pizza.
‘’I have to say it’s quite delish.’’ Khan remarked.
‘’STFU Khan.’’ Buns told him. ‘’Now Taimoor. We have you on charges of accessory to murder. Now were you helping Dicksaw murder that tandoor guy or not?’’
‘’Whoa.’’ Taimoor raised his hands in defense. ‘’I just got a call from there like an hour ago for a naswar pizza. The guy even said it was to celebrate an anniversary.’’
‘’Oh, shit.’’ Agent Buns made a thoughtful look.
‘’What is it?’’ Khan asked in a caring manner.
‘’It’s our anniversary.’’
‘’Who’s anniversary?’’
‘’Me and my ex-husband’s. We always celebrated it with pizza.’’ She took out her cellphone and called him.
The tone ended with a voice message: ‘Hello Agent, I’d like to play a game’.
‘’Where is your ex now?’’ Khan asked her.
‘’He was on his way to American for a book-signing tour. And Dicksaw operates best there.’’
Khan got up finishing a small bottle of orange juice. ‘’Then that’s we’re going. Come on.’’ He picked up his coat from the back of the chair.
‘’Sir, one thing.’’ Taimoor murmured.
‘’What, kid?’’
‘’That wasn’t orange juice. That was my piss. I travel long distances so…’’
Khan spit on the floor, and took a breath-mint. ‘’Just don’t tell anyone back at the office about this. Just hope that no one was watching through that glass.’’
What he was not aware of was that the whole department had seen the scene. And were laughing like hell behind the interrogation room glass.
‘’Come on Shahwath.’’ Mr. Masoom said to the blank screen. ‘’It’s been hours since the last kill. And that was repetitive. Give us another test. We won’t fail this time. Well, I won’t. Can’t say the same for Ali. Bitch failed in one subject every year at uni.’’
‘’Hey, shut the fuck up.’’ Ali threw the cellphone on Masoom’s balls, and he fell down holding them.
The puppet finally appeared. ‘’Now is the time for the second test. Only one of you will be declared the victor. Both of you have to say bitch to the other continuously. Whoever loses his breath first gets to stay.’’
A timer of ten seconds appeared on the screen.
‘’You ready for this bitch?’’ Ali anticipated and rubbed his hands together.
‘’I’ve been waiting my whole life.’’ Mr. Masoom replied.
When the countdown started, both were like: ‘bitch, bitch, bitch…’ But in the end, they lost their breath in unison, and got to stay together.
‘’Bitch, I have to say you got stamina.’’ Masoom applauded sitting down and trying to catch a breath.
‘’Yeah, that’s what your ex-wife said to me in bed last night.’’ Ali smirked.
‘’Which one?’’
Chapter6
At the FBI field office in New York, the detective and agent were once again in an interrogation room.
A woman was sitting across from the standing figures. She had a towel on her shoulders, and rapidly blew her nose on a handkerchief.
‘’Girl, I’m sorry for your loss.’’ Khan told her.
‘’Me too. He had the biggest dick from all of them.’’ She sneezed.
Khan gave Buns a what the fuck look.
Buns sat down and Khan followed. ‘’Listen we know it’s hard to answer any questions at this time-‘’
‘’Yeah he was hard all right.’’ She interrupted dreamily.
‘’Right. So is there any way you can help us in tracking down Dicksaw?’’ Buns cut to the chase.
‘’Wait, are you Agent Buns?’’ The girl asked looking at her name tag.
‘’Yeah, why?’’
‘’Dicksaw sent a message on the screen after my boyfriend died. He said that you would find a clue at the next murder scene.’’
‘’Anything else?’’
‘’There was a sign that came in brackets next to the last word. It said, ‘Coming Soon’.’’
Chapter7
A 30something year old guy woke up to an empty room. It had padded walls and the whole infrastructure was white. He sheltered his eyes with his hand from the large tubes of fluorescent lights, on the ceiling.
‘’Hello Nicolas.’’ A hoarse voice said from the speaker embedded in the wall. ‘’I’d like to play a game.’’
Nicolas realized his mouth was open, but he couldn’t say a word.
‘’For years you have been secretly gay. Your family wants you to settle down. But you won’t listen. Plus you’re so gay for Nicolas Cage, that you changed your name to Nicolas Cage.’’
And Nicolas’ reply was a murmured silence.
‘’Now is the time for this hypocrisy to end. Now is the time for redemption.’’ Dicksaw continued. ‘’You have always been racist. So you never picked up black men at gay bars. But now here’s your first opportunity. Your lips have been sealed like a fish’s. And your job is to suck a nigger’s cock-tip. Suck or die. Make your choice.’’
The transmission ended. A giant rectangular space in the wall projected outwards.
It was the frozen body of a tall black man. It was literally frozen like a giant ice-cube. The only thing wasn’t solid was the man’s erect penis. It hung outside the ice.
Nicolas heard a ticking noise. He removed his pants to notice a bomb attached to his ballsack. The timer read ETA 30 Seconds.
Nicolas ran to the frozen man and tried to suck the dick. But his lips could only encircle the hole. He tried opening his mouth with his hands, but that was also an epic fail.
With only 5 seconds left, Nicolas made up a plan. He used a karate chop to cut the dick from the body. And it got separated as it was already ice-cold.
But before he could suck the non-erect cock, his time was up. The tip was right next to his mouth when-
Boom!
Chapter8
This time both Agent Buns and Detective Khan kicked the door in. Buns had received a text earlier with this mental asylum’s address.
They didn’t wait for the staff to unlock the door as they barged in.
‘’Fuck!’’ Detective Khan shielded his face from the decadent smell.
‘’I don’t care what happened here.’’ Agent Buns declared looking around. ‘’’Where’s the clue?’’
‘’I think it’s right over there.’’ A young male nurse said from behind them, pointing at something on the wall.
It was a message written with the victim’s blood: YOUR FIRST NIGHT OF SEX
‘’I think he’s referring to you ‘cause I’m still a virgin.’’ Detective Khan implied. ‘’Well, not if you count fucking yourself as a loss of virginity.’’
‘’Shit, I remember where that is.’’ Buns deducted. ‘’It was here, in USA.’’
The shaft on the door opened and two saws were thrown to the gentlemen in the room. Both picked them up at the exact same time, and gave each other a victorious smile.
‘’So Dicksaw finally got tired of hearing us yap.’’ Mr. Masoom rubbing the saw on his chain.
‘’Well, I thought he would’ve only given me the saw. And made you his bitch.’’ Syed Ali teased and did the same.
After 10 minutes, the cutting was to no avail.
Masoom threw the saw roughly on to the floor. ‘’Fuck! It’s like drilling a prostitute, and in the end, not giving her an orgasm.’’
Masoom then noticed Ali’s terrifying stare. He eyes and mouth were wide open, and he held on to the saw tightly.
‘’Yo, you need a painkiller or something?’’ Masoom asked with his heart beating at a super-fast rate.
‘’I don’t think he wants us to cut our ball-cuffs.’’ Ali suggested.
‘’What?’’
‘’I think he wants us to cut off our balls.’’
Ali stood up and dropped his pants. He lay down again and outstretched his balls with a fierce grip.
‘’First, I think you need a lawnmower to get rid of that Amazon Jungle man.’’ Masoom implied Ali’s pubic hair down under.
But Ali didn’t listen. He held his balls, and was ready for the slice.
‘’Okay man, you don’t have to do this!’’ Masoom cried. ‘’We’ll find another way.’’
Ali looked stiffly at Masoom as he made the slice. His balls flew off and hit the face of the body on the floor.
Blood-spatter was everywhere. Ali amazingly got up with his hand on the missing balls area. He screamed relentlessly in anguish.
‘’Bitch now get me out.’’ Masoom pulled at his own chain.
‘’There’s something I have to do first.’’ Ali told him.
He opened the door and Masoom saw what he was referring to do. Ali found a steaming pipe on the outside wall edges from the floor. He knelt down and shoved his bleeding area, sealing the wound.
‘’Ahhh!!’’
‘’Bitch you’re inhuman.’’ Mr. Masoom freaked out.
‘’I’m coming to get you.’’ Ali was just a few paces away from the door, when it automatically shut on his face.
Masoom faced the blank screen. ‘’Come on Dicksaw! It’s over.’’
‘’That wasn’t Dicksaw.’’ A familiar voice said.
The presumably-dead body slowly stood up.
‘’Mahmud!’’ Masoom cried in joy. ‘’Quick get me outta these, and we’ll kick Shahwath’s ass together.’’
‘’STFU writer boy.’’ Mahmud said with a mini remote control in hand. ‘’You both left me in that cell to rot. So I joined forces with Dicksaw to make you two suffer.’’
‘’Uh, Mahmud?’’
‘’What!?’’
‘’Are you gonna tick away those balls on your face?’’
Mahmud then realized he had balls sticking to his cheek. He flicked them away and rubbed his face.
Masoom followed up to the distraction. He got up and ran towards Mahmud but the chain on his balls made him fall short. He tripped and fell face-down.
A few minutes later, he got up and retreated back to his spot, defeated.
‘’Okay man, you win.’’ Masoom declared with both hands raised. ‘’Kill me and get it over with.’’
Mahmud smirked and raised the remote at him. ‘’There’s one final game left to play.’’
Saliva trickled down Masoom’s mouth, as his balls got electrocuted. He fell outcold on the cold floor.
Chapter9
‘’This is it.’’ Agent Buns told her partner as she parked outside an abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere.
‘’This dump is where you lost your virginity?’’ Khan was bedazzled.
‘’Hey, I like it rough. And the environment looked rough too.’’ She said gazing hazily into his eyes.
‘’Uh, are we gonna kiss, then have sex? Because I forgot my naswar-flavored condom back at home.’’ Khan cautioned her.
They had long-duration sex for 3 minutes, and then exited the car. Buns reached the backdoor first.
She signaled for her partner to follow in after the kick-down. Khan nodded removing his weapon, and his pants fell down. He had forgotten to buckle his belt.
‘’Hey, just don’t tell anybody back at the office about this.’’ Khan said over her giggling.
They went inside and used their flashlights. It was dark due to the probable lack of electricity.
Thud.
Both officers stopped dead in their tracks. They stood with their backs aligned, and directed their pistols whilst pacing in a circle. Suddenly, three men appeared wearing the masks of Dicksaw’s puppet.
Buns told her partner that they were Dicksaw’s followers. She also instructed him not to shoot, as it would further alert Dicksaw. She holstered her weapon, and kicked the first guy’s balls in with her four-inch heels. The second she bitch-slapped and he landed on a wall.
For the third, she unbuttoned her blouse, shoved the guy’s face in between her supple mountains, and cracked his neck.
‘’Oh, I thought you’d congratulate me on that one.’’ Buns turned around buttoning herself, and found no inkling of Khan.
Chapter10
A few moments later, Buns found a slightly ajar door with white light pouring outside. She slowly entered to find both Khan and her ex-husband.
Both of them were in separate giant jars made of glass. They were situated at the farthest side of the room, with their jars being positioned just inches away from the ceiling.
‘’Hello, Agent Buns.’’ Dicksaw’s voice emitted from the speakers on the side-walls. ‘’I’d like to play a game.’’
Agent Buns first fired a couple of shots on Masoom’s container, then to Khan’s. It was of no use. The glass was bulletproof.
‘’Huh? You’d think I’d let you win that easily.’’ Dicksaw chuckled.
‘’What the fuck do you want?’’ Buns demanded.
‘’The game is simple my red-headed friend. There is an electronic lighter underneath both contestants’ balls. Their balls are filled with TNT powder. It will take ten seconds for either to go ka-boom after lighting up. So the only thing you have to is to choose which person to save.’’
Agent Buns started shooting on the jars again, but to the same result. Her lover and ex were naked and drugged asleep.
‘’Now is the time for their redemption. In other words, now is the time for red head redemption. Choose or let both die. Make your choice.’’ The transmission concluded.
The door to Shahwath’s office slammed open. He turned his computer chair around to face a raging Syed Ali.
‘’Wait, we can work together-’’ Shahwath pleaded raising his hands.
‘’Shut the fuck up fish.’’ Syed Ali interrupted grabbing a machete off the wall.
He was slowly moving towards Shahwath whose mouth-mask was attached to an oxygen tank. He looked like a Bangladeshi Bane.
‘’I choose Khan!’’ Agent Buns’ voice cried through the intercom.
Behind Shahwath were live-camera feeds of the entire factory. And a whole lot of electronic buttons. Syed Ali swung the machete but Shahwath ducked. The blade hit the electronic table instead.
Buns saw Detective Khan’s balls getting lit up, right before her eyes. He woke up and felt his dick get erect. He mouthed the words ‘I love you’ to Buns before exploding into tiny bits and pieces.
Mr. Masoom also woke up due to the loud noise. ‘’Hey, why is it when I always picture you I’m naked.’’ He told Buns raising a drunken eyebrow.
Agent Buns was infuriated. She held up her weapon as she barged out of the room.
In the office, Syed Ali had gotten electrified through the machete, but his adrenaline was so high, he didn’t feel it.
He swung and swung but Shahwath kept moving the computer chair out of harm’s way.
‘’Fish, why won’t you just die?!’’ Ali shouted with the machete raised high in the air.
‘’When I get to fuck Emma Watson. Then I have my permission to die.’’ Shahwath told him.
Ali missed again, and his machete got stuck in the floorboards. Shahwath then took advantage of the opportunity. He grabbed Ali’s head while he was bent, and shoved it onto the broken computer table.
He screamed as his head became barbecue.
‘’So I guess your head wasn’t invincible after all.’’ Shahwath chuckled after Ali had died.
He turned around to face Agent Buns standing in the doorway. She had her pistol directed right at him.
‘’I was going to save Khan.’’ Shahwath elevated his palms again. ‘’But Syed Ali interrupted-‘’
‘’You have the right to remain silent.’’ Agent Buns interrupted.
Behind her a full SWAT team started entering the room. Two members held down Shahwath’s shoulders as they cuffed him. And Buns continued reading the serial killer his rights.
Aftermath
For the first time in the history of AAW, a Dicksaw had been arrested. Shahwath sat in an FBI interrogation room. The flickering bulb kept irking him.
He was handcuffed to the table, and a chain connected his cuffs to those on his ankles. And his mouthpiece was still connected to the oxygen tank.
Agent Buns entered slamming a bunch of files solidly onto the table. She pressed her palms on the table while getting her face extremely close to his.
‘’Hello, Mr. Dicksaw.’’ She said with an evil smile. ‘’I’d like to play a game.’’
Unknown to the pair, a murky clothes-wearing figure hid in the shadows, across the street from the field office.
It was a chilly night, as Mahmud removed the muffler from the bottom of his face, and gave the building a diabolical frown.
-The End?-
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