I know my entry is way to late to be considered for the contest, but I want to post it here anyway, just in the case someone desides to give me criticism on my entry, and tell me how well I did
"It just ain't lucky" he said, coughing and turning his attention away from the illuminated blue screen before him. He looks down at the bound figure before him and his throne. Only $456.00 dollars for the entire office set, and he also gets a free mug, something along the lines of, Best Boss ever, he of course would never know, only spending $100.00 for the chair, and nothing else. He kicks his foot out, and rolls the child over onto his back, blood oozes from the corner of the child's mouth as he does.
"There's fate to consider." He spits at the child, and smiles as it lands on the child's chin with a wet splotch. "T'aint ever done this to a child of course, but, I guess you gotta start sometime." He reaches for his belt, and slowly slides the catch away, the gear grinds solemnly resisting at first, then giving with a solid clink, now rolling smoothly as he un-does the belt. The man looking over the child, throws the belt to the corner, and drops his pants, of course, he removes his knife from the sheathe on the belt loop before hand. " Imagine" he says "If you had chosen platform B, instead of C, I mean there are thousands of steamers out there, and at least 20 of them to get you were you were going"
The child looks up at the main, fear in his eyes, he looks to be about 12, maybe 11, he utters short gasps of protest as the man lowers down on one knee, palming the knife but they are stiffled by the rag tied around his head covering his mouth. The man places the knife on the child's neck, and slowly brings the blunt edge down his throat, teasing him with the death the child yearns for. Anything would be better than what the man truly has planned for him. He reaches down, and slices the rope binding the child's left arm, due to the ingenious tying, only the child's left arm is free his right is bound to the rope securing his legs.
The man's grip is far to strong for the child to move, and the man soon lifts him off of the ground with only his left arm, and swings him onto a tattered old couch in the corner. He lands with a thud, and dust puffs from the couche's various holes, and the cushions. The man turns back to the screen, looks at the images displayed, smiles, and turns back. "Also, I had never done this with a boy either, always women, I got a certain pleasure out of seeing a women in this state. Of course, as I said before, I guess you gotta start sometime." He smiled, and threw down the knife, it landed point first in the ground below, and stuck in the soft metal floor.
The child knew what was to be his fate, and knew it was sealed, but still he resisted, now trying to push the man away with his arm, resisting him as best as he could. " I grow tired of your games, I feel I will have to restrain you, this would have been much easier on you had you not resisted." He lifted the child by the left arm again, and this time, dragged him entirely across the floor, into a darkened room.
Upon entering the room, he flipped a switched, and revealed the horrors the darkness had been hiding. In the center of the room was a medical gurney, covered in rust, atleast the child hoped it was rust. Sitting next to it were several wicked looking implements, large saw edged devices, and others with wicked needles, and spikes. The man flopped the child onto the gurney, and tied his left hand to the side, he then strung rope thru the binds on his feet, and right arm to secure his entire body. He did not need him squirming during this procedure.
He turned towards a cabinet, and slid open it's solitary door. The child could only see the mans back, and hear metal clanking against metal, and what he thought was wooden chunks being dragged against each other. The man found what he was looking for, let out a small exclamation of join, and turned back to the child with what appeared to be a prosthetic arm, except where there should be a hand, and fingers, was only a large phallic wooden pole, at least 6 inches in length. The man cackled delightfully at the child's expression, and set it down with in the child's sight. " I will not make this quick, you understand." the child nodded against his will, and caught himself afterwards.
The man slide a large saw from the table next to the gurney, and began to crank it's handle. Soon the fly wheel inside the saw began to spin freely, and in doing so, started the gears to move, and the saw began to reciprocate wildly. The man looked into the eyes of the child with a mad glee, and did not hesitate as he brought the blade down in his arm. A loud scream was emitted from the child, but soon, it stopped, and was replaced with the heavy breathing, of one, who despite being un-conscious was still experiencing great pain, a sound he knew well.
Having removed the left arm, the man busied himself with attaching the child's "upgrade" testing the pull cord to ensure the arm would still vibrate should it be pulled. He then slid the open end of the prosthetic over the child's stump, withdrew from the table a large screwdriver, and began to crank the screws into the child's arm, securing the screws and the prosthetic with in the child's bone.
Soon after some coaching the child awoke. " My boy, it is time for you to make me money, Do so well? Your parents may live, Do so badly? I will ensure there deaths myself." He firmly twisted the door handle, and pushed the child into the blinding light, into the black street, and as the child silently wished, into an on-coming steamer.
