A light turns on revealing a room with no windows. The smell of fumes is everywhere. In the center is a man, no more than 32, strapped to a wooden cross facing an old TV with a VCR. He is soaked with gasoline.
Starting to wake up he stirs. "Oh my head" he groans. Trying to grab his head he feels a pain on his left leg. His head shoots up. "Wha.. What? Help!" he yells.
Looking at his hands, he notices that they are chained to the edges of the cross. The chains run up to a pulley which connects to blades next to James' legs. He pulls his right hand and a blade digs into his right leg. He shrieks in pain. Suddenly the TV turns on. He quickly looks over.
A puppet appears on-screen. "Hello James" the puppet said with a raspy voice. "Oh shit!" James exclaimed. The puppet continued speaking. "I wanna play a game. The device you are strapped to is an icon of what you use. You and your fellow KKK members have used a burning wooden cross for almost a century to intimidate people who you don't see fit in your eyes. Don't you think that it's ironic that you are now fastened to the very icon that you use? You may be wondering why you are here. At your most recent Klonvocation(1) you took part in hacking an African American man's limps off before hanging him"
Another bright light turns on. James looks in the direction and sees a mirror. In the reflection is him strapped to the T. He gasps. Behind him are two flamethrowers with timers on them.
"Right now you are dowsed with gasoline. In 60 seconds the flamethrowers behind you will shoot out their fire, burning you alive."
James looked at them. "Shit!" James screamed. "You must pull hard to release yourself. There will be extreme pain, but in the end, you will still have a life to hold. How much blood will you shed to stay alive. Live or die James. It's your choice." the tape ends.
James looked into the mirror. He watched as the timers on the flamethrowers counted down. "Ok, I can do this" he said to himself.
Closing his eyes he pulled on the left chain. He screams as a blade digs into his left leg. Even though it was painful, he didn't let that stop him from continuing. In only ten seconds his left leg was amputated. He breathed heavily.
In the corner of his eyes he notices the timer is on 27. "NO!" he yelled as his face went white. Tugging on the right chain he couldn't think of anything but the pain. All of a sudden, the pulley broke. "What!" he said to himself.
Click! The pain of red hot fire hit his back. The wooden cross caught on fire. James screamed and cried in pain. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he cried out. Taking one last breath, James went limp.
The flamethrowers went off. All that was left was a smoking, charred, body. Hanging from the cross.
1. Klonvocation: Gathering of KKK members.