Vampires
The room was dark, the only light came in from the three open doorways. On the East wall were two men, and one alone on the North wall. All were tied suspended five inches off the ground and spreadeagle to the wall. Their mouths were gaged, and there was rope hanging loosely on the shoulders around their necks. Their arms were secured at the wrist by leather straps that seemed to be nailed into the wall by ancient railroad spikes, there was no way to untie or otherwise free them. Likewise were the ankles bound, and upper thighs. The biceps were held to the wall with tight heavy chains attached to hooks in the wall. The crotch area rested on a railroad spike that had been hammered into a supporting beam.
One of the men on the East wall was beginning to wake out of deep sleep. The last thing he remembered was a thick cloud of heavy smoke making him choke, then all went dark quickly. Less than fifteen seconds, it was crazy, he had turned around to go back outside but it was already too late.
Salt and pepper intermingled with black hair in the small tight afro and full beard on a aged but kind face. The man with dark skin dressed in a butcher’s apron approached the waking man. He took out a five inch buck knife and cut the jeans of the terrified man, exposing the inside of his upper leg.
“You know you really should be a little bit more careful about whose house you break into.” The man took a needle and inserted it into the throbbing thigh vein. “You never know who’s moved into this neighborhood, only to harvest organs.” he watched the blood drain into the blood bag at a nice even rate. The butcher picked up the buck knife and pointed it at the man. “Not your organs however, too many drugs. You’re only good for harvesting blood. I can keep you alive for several days before you bleed out.” He motioned to the other two men, “You’ll get the pleasure of seeing me harvest your two friends here though. That should be some consolation, I suppose.”
The man began to make muffled noises from under the gag hysterically.
The butcher laughed. “Yes I suppose you noticed, I surgically removed your tongue already.” He started to move away from the man, and stated as if he had righted some wrong that had been done, “I stitched it back up though.”
The butcher paid no more attention to the first man who began to flail as much as he could against the tight restraints. The butcher walked out of the room and returned with cooler after cooler, packed with dry ice.
The man watched frantically, his heart racing, his thoughts racing. He struggled against the leather and chains to no avail, and screamed as best as he could.
Finally the butcher walked over and changed the blood bag out to an empty one. “You really should watch that. The faster your heart beats, the faster it pumps blood, the faster my sacks fill, and the quicker you die. You wont get to see what happens to your friends.”
The butcher then reached in a small leather bag and pulled out a syringe and bottle of clear liquid. He filled it and gave the distressed man a shot to calm him.
The man began to feel his heart beat slow, his thoughts began to still and he felt a drug induced calmness over come him. He watched the butcher wanting to scream and fight with everything he had inside, but not one part of his body would answer his conscious thought anymore.
“That’s better” the butcher said softly. “I wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the fun.”