Death Trap: Life or Death?

written by: Pain 4 Pleasure

Alright i'm going to introduce myself before i start my chapter one. Konnichiwai i'm your author for this fic.I'm a goth so half of these stories are going to be very dark and morbid. And a warning to all these fics are going to be very gorey and angsty. So all of you who are offended by this or don't like this kind of stuff, please do not read it then! I don't want to be rude or cruel, but if you read it and you do not like this don't come bitching to me. Please no flamers, i don't apperiacate people coming in and hounding me because they don't like it or they just want to ridicule me. Thank you, and i hope you like the story.

What i'm about to list are things that will be contained all through this fic. So you might want to read them over before continuing.

Morbid

Strong language

Gore

Disturbing behaviour

Satanic rituals

Rape (Some)

Bondage

Very much blood shed.

This fic will be very Suspenceful, Angsty, Horror, Tragedy.

I will try to get this fic going, i know you guys would probably want more. Please read and reveiw, i will give this fic about three weeks to stay up and if there are no reviews by then i will remove it. But hopefully, that wont happen. This fic will have a resemblence to the movie. "SAW" But it wont be just like it.

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Chapter one

The sickening smell of death was thick in the air. The room was small and dark, the looks of the room told you that the house was old and rusty. The walls were curroded and staind with what seemed to be blood and body fluids. Which must of been from the mutiple kills that was tooken in this place. The room was quiet, except for the pounding of the rain against the window. Lighting crackling along the sky lighting up the room, casting errie lights across the ruins of the house. Revealing a

slumped form of a young female bounded down to a chair and gaged. She wasn't much older then sixteen, her chest brown hair was matted to her head from caked blood that encrusted her delicate features. She wore a school uniform, it would seem that she was from a very rich private school. She hadn't been in this place long, she and her friends had came out to the country side to have some fun, only to fall prey to a madman.

She had begun to slightly stir, a soft moan coming from her. And then her eyes slowly began to open. Blinking a few times to let her eyes adjust to the darkened room. Confusion and fear quickly set in, her eyes frantically searching the room. The last she remebered was being her boyfriend, which they have departed from the rest of the grup to go skinny dipping in the lake.

She felt the bindings that held he down and she began to fidget, trying get free but getting no where. Not only where her hands bounded down but so were her feet. Her body broke out in shivers as she tried once more fighting harder to get out of the ropes that held her down. Warm tears started to trail down her already blood streaked face, she knew she was going no where. That who ever put her here was determined to keep her there.

The sound of creaking wood could be heard coming right out from the room, there was a sound of movements. Then the sound of rusty old locks being unlocked and then the door slowly drifted open. The girl sat there in utter horror as she watched an older gentlemen walk into the room. He had to be in his late fifties, he was a slender guy and he had long blondish hair, that was stringy.He wore a dirty white short sleeve shirt and a air of jeans that were matted with gunk of body fluids and blood, and what might of been semen. He face was a mask of pure evil. His eyes were the color of a haunting blue and that were no where sane, he flashed a grin to the young girl as he entered the room.

"You're finally awake Sarah, i've been waiting." He said as he made his way over toward the already sobbing girl. Her eyes went wide as he called her by her first name. How did he know my name? Sarah had thought wildly as she watched him walk over toward her. She flinched as he ran his fingers through her hair, she jerked back to keep him from touching her. She tried talking but the gag made it hard for her to speak at all. He saw as what she was trying to do and gladly peeled the duck tape from her lips. She gagged some gasping as she tried to regain the oxygen that she had lost. She had to swallow a few time before she could speak.

"W...Where am i?" She said through sobs. He grinned some as he pulled out a chair from the side of the room and took a seat infront of her. Sarah Stephens was an honor student and the top in her class, she and her boyfriend had a brought a few friends along to celebrate Micheal her boyfriends birthday. They were planning on having a big party and was going to invite alot of friends they knew out to it. But now that wasn't going to happen and the first thing that came to mind was Micheal, she wanted to know where he was.

"Where are you? That is none of your concern, what you should worry about is how you are going to stay alive." He replied. His voice was deep and rough and made Sarah's skin crawl. Fear seized her in the pit of her stomach as she heard his last statement. She didn't understand why she was dragged into this living nightmare. Where were her friends and if so, what was he doing to them? Her tears came more harsh now as all these thought ran through her head.

"Wha...What do you mean? Where is Micheal and my friends at?" She said, her voice begging an answer from this guy.

"It's simple Sarah in order to live you must play a game with me, and for your friends they are fine for now." He said in a gentle tone. He didn't seem hostile, but looks could be deceiving. But why her? Why did he want to do this to her and her friends? She didn't understand this. What the Hell did he mean by game? She knew whatever this madman had in mind was not going to be good.

"Game? What kind of game?" Her voice came out loud as her body racked from sobs. A dark chuckle came past the lips of this man. Those piercing blue eyes sparkled with what seemed to be amusement. He stood from the seat he was in and moved the chair from his path as he gripped ahold of the chair she sat in, turning her around to face the other side of the room. He reached up and yanked a chain and a dim light shone into the room. Casting shadows along the walls, and made his way over to a rusty metal door, that seemed to be staind with years of blood shed.

"A game where you choose your fate. Just above you is a timer that is set to go off in five minutes, you choose if one of your friends life is spared. There is a key hidden somewhere inside these walls, if you fail to free him in time then he will die." He said in a more darker tone. He reached out to rip open the door. Sarah's eyes went wide as she saw who was inside, Micheal's limp body was tied down to a sliver metal slab. Barb wire seemed to be what tied him down, cutting deep into his pasty flesh. Sarah, shook her head, tears coming harder now.

"No! Please don't hurt him please." She begged, her eyes locked onto her boyfriends body. She knew he was still alive, she could see the rise and fall of his chest. His curly brown hair was matted with dried blood, the side of his head to be busted open. Which must of happened when he was brought here. The guy's face had went dark shutting the door to the room and faced her once more, as he finished his sentence. He wasn't done with his little rules...Yet.

"Oh and Sarah, if you happen to fail at saving his life then you will have the pleasure of watching as the barb wire that is bounded around his neck, feet, and arms. Slowly cut into him tearing him into a bloody mess, oh what agony he will feel.

You have sixty minutes.Now, no more time to be wasting, your time is now. It's time to play." He said once before he slammed shut the door, leaving her into a dimly dark room.

"No! God no please! Don't do this..." She cried out as the door slammed shut and she was left in the room. The lights were cut off, casting the room in darkness. Sarah sat there for a brief second before fighting the ropes that binded her down. The sound of a beeping sound was heard in the room and then a ticking sound begin, which alerted her that the clock had started

Sobs came harsh as she started claw her way around the room, feeling along the wall for a suppose key. She knew she didn't have much time and time was running out...