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Chapter 4: Emmett

"Fuck, Emmett," Rachel moaned. "Holy shit."

I had her pressed against the wall, my hands on her ass, holding her up. I was nibbling on her neck, thrusting myself in her at random moments. She was really tight, getting ready to climax. I smiled at my accomplishment. I bit on her neck hard, and she came on my cock. She groaned, her eyes closing. It was a good fuck, and I was done with her.

I slowly started to pull out of her, and her eyes popped open. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I'm not done with you."

"But baby, I am." I let go of her ass and brought my hands to her legs behind my back. I untangled them, taking them off of me. I pulled out of her, and she immediately stood up on her own. She was pissed off at me; I could tell. I zipped up my jeans and looked at her. "Baby, don't be mad at me. I wasn't expecting to spend the whole day screwing around."

"Is that all you use me for, Emmett?" She glared at me. "Are you ever going to actually go to bed with me? Am I ever going to come over here and actually live with you?" Her voice was slowly getting louder.

"Rach, I love you, but I'm not ready for you to live here yet. Understand that. Maybe we can talk about it later, but right now, I gotta get ready for work." I leaned down and pecked her on the lips.

When I pulled away, she was smiling at me. "You always seem to know how to make me smile. Besides, how can I be mad at this face?" She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. And with that, she turned around and headed out of the room. I watched her nice ass walk away, her strawberry blonde hair swaying with each step. My dick was getting hyper.

I stopped watching her and turned away. I patted my little man as I walked to the bathroom. No matter how much I tried to deny it, Rachel was beautiful. Her body was kicking, and I was so lucky to have her in my life. As I entered the bathroom, I heard the front door open and close. Shortly after that, I heard her car start up and drive off.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror. I was handsome, no doubt in my mind. My hair was short, curly, and brown, and it accented my brown eyes. I was huge and muscular, and all the girls flocked around me because of that. Whenever I smiled, I gained two dimples, and that was what most girls loved the most. I was a looker, and I was proud of myself. I gave myself I fist bump in the mirror, grinning the whole time.

I headed out of the bathroom and pulled out my phone. I quickly flipped it open and saw that I had three missed text messages. I sighed, heading to my inbox. They were from three different people. Instantly, I knew who they were from. I opened up the first text message.

Hey, baby. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over tonight. I would love to spend some time with you. Get back to me. Julie.

I smiled as I went down the list. I opened the next text message.

Hey, Em. I know you're probably heading to work, so you don't have to text back. You left some of your clothes at my house, and my parents are coming over tonight. Drop by to pick them up whenever. Laura.

My eyebrow furrowed, trying to remember what I left. I shrugged it of and went down to the last message.

Hey, sexy. Hit my house tonight. I just got back, and I'm dying to see you. Your sexy babe, Katie.

I chuckled at her text. She went to Miami, and now she was back. I was probably the first person that she text. I needed to go see her tonight; I missed her way too much. Her hot, smoking body was probably dying to see me. I flipped the phone shut, leaving my room.

I trotted down the stairs, more hyper than I thought. I guess a good hand job and some excellent sex was all it took. I was about to get another one tonight, and I could not wait. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a fruit bar from the cabinet. I did not have breakfast; Rachel dropped by really early. I went to the side table in the hallway. I grabbed my car keys, heading towards the door.

Then, I stopped dead in my tracks. I went into the living room and quickly turned on the television. I forgot to watch the news this morning; I was doing a piece at the newspaper on an accident last night, and I did not watch the news to see what it was about. I sat down and flipped through the channels, looking for some news.

Finally, I got to a news station. I waited for the newscaster to stop talking about nutrition values. Then, hoping that my story would come on, I turned up the volume. Unfortunately, another story came on. I was greeted with the puppet of the Jigsaw Killer. I turned off the television, huffing. I was done hearing about the bogus Jigsaw guy. I could not take it anymore.

I walked out of the house, pissed off. The newspaper I worked at just wanted to focus on that story. I was the one that gunned that idea down. Everyone was talking about it, and it was quickly becoming old news. I was tired of it. Eventually, the boss over-rode my idea and went on with the story. I was put on the back burner as everyone else worked on that story. I was then assigned shit-hole story after shit-hole story.

I grumbled, talking to myself as I got in my car. I revved the engine and sped out of my driveway. I tapped a nameless tune on my steering wheel, trying to calm my nerves. I looked at my speedometer; it was going almost ninety. I tended to drive fast when I was agitated. I took my foot off the petal and started to glide down the road. When I hit a red light, I stopped.

I moved my thoughts over to Katie. I thought of her body completely naked. I thought of kissing and biting her nipples, arousing her senses. I felt my pants getting tighter, and I huffed. Was I really gonna get a boner in my car driving to work? I calmed down my thoughts, thinking of naked sumo wrestlers. I shivered at the thought.

The light turned green, and I rode through it. I turned on the radio, hoping to get a good song. 'Thanks for the Memories' by Fall Out Boy. I laughed at the irony, thinking of Rachel. She was so pissed at me for making her life difficult. So what? I did not want to spend a ton of time with her. It was not that big of a deal. But if she knew about the other girls, then I would have a problem.

I coasted down the street. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an old man fighting with a young kid. The man was swinging his cane in the air, trying to hit the kid. The kid kept dodging out of the way, missing every swing. I pulled my car on the side of the road. 'Old Man Fights Against The Youth Of Today.' Yes, it was a horrible story idea, but I was witnessing it first hand. I could stretch the truth a bit and whabam! A good story.

I shut off my car, leaving the keys in it. I ran across the street, heading straight towards them. They did not even see me; they just kept fighting. I was yelling to get their attention, wanting them to stop. As much as I wanted to make the story excellent, I really did not want anyone getting hurt. I got up to them, and they immediately stopped. The kid turned around and waved at me, a smile on his sly face. I looked at the old man, his lips curling.

I was instantly confused. Then, I sharp thing went through the back of my neck. I felt the world spin and my legs get weak. I fell to the ground on my knees. A man came in front of me, and he had a vicious grin on his face. His eyes were green and blue, and his hair was a dirty blond. I wanted to spit in his face, but I could not; everything went black.

I woke up to blackness. I felt something hard on my wrists and ankles. I tried to move, but I could not. My arms were suspended in the air in front of me, and I was gripping something with each of my hands. I tried to move my legs, but they were stationary as well. I growled, getting extremely pissed off.

"What the fuck is going on?" I yelled into the darkness. "Someone get me the fuck out of here!"

A light came on above me. I smiled, feeling accomplished. I was finally able to see what I was tied up to. My wrists had ropes and metal bracelets around them. My hands were gripping two handles that was hooked on ropes. The ropes stretched out into the darkness in opposite directions. My ankles had the same bracelets.

I groaned. "What the fuck is happening? Who is playing this sick, fucking joke?"

I heard my voice echo in the distance. I huffed, more pissed off than when I started. I listened to the darkness, hoping someone would answer. Instead, I heard a muffled voice. I looked to the left; I could not see anything, but I heard it again. It sounded panicked and worried.

"Who is there? Who the fuck is there?" I did not know if I was worried for them or myself.

Suddenly, the lights came on. I was in a never ending room, made completely of concrete. There was metal door in front of me with a television in front of that. I looked to my left, eager to see what was there. Katie was lying on five wooden boards with spaces between them. A few inches above them hung the same structure. If it came down on Katie, the boards would be pushing on Katie. She had a piece of cloth in her mouth, and her arms were tied to the boards, along with her legs. Her eyes were frantic, looking over to the right of me.

I turned my head and saw Rachel there. She was in the same position as Katie, and she was staring at me. Her eyes were big, and there were tears rolling down her face. She was shaking uncontrollably. I froze, not knowing what to do. I looked to the ropes that I was gripping. Both of them led to either one of the girls. I closed my eyes, not trying to think about where I was. I shook the thought from my head, praying that it was all just a dream.

I heard a click. I opened my eyes and saw the television come on. I was greeted with the puppet of Jigsaw. My heart stopped beating; I could not believe I was here. He opened his mouth into a wicked smile.

"Hello, Emmett McCarty. You were getting tired of hearing about me on television and such. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to hear about me one more time. Actually, you are going to hear about yourself more than myself. It's time to play a little game.

"You see, you are here because you have been doing something extremely bad in your life. You love women, and I completely understand that. But I don't think it's very tradition to be with four girls at one time." Katie and Rachel mumbled something into their cloths. I looked away from both of them, my face completely red.

"Women are not to be treated like shit, Emmett. They are to be loved and cared for. You may think that you are in love with all four of them, but you are actually just using them for your own personal gain. That is not right.

"Now, you are forced to choose between these two lovely ladies. Both of them claim that they are in love with you, but you can only be in love with one at a time. You must choose which one is allowed to live and which one must die. The boards above their bodies will slowly come down every second you don't make a decision. Eventually, they will come down on the girls and push on them. They boards, without the girls, normally fall in between each other. The girls are in their ways, and they will end up hurting the girls a great deal. Bones will be broken and blood shed. To save one, you must let go of the handle of the other woman. If you don't make a decision quickly, both of them will die.

"I feel like I should give you the positive and negative parts of each woman. Rachel was the girl that you just had sex with in your house. She traveled all the way to your house to see you because she loved you so much. She has a little sister with Down Syndrome and a mother in the hospital. Her father is out of the picture, leaving Rachel to care for everyone in her close family. She has, in fact, cheated on you once. She believes that it was a true mistake; it was a few months ago when you left town to visit your parents.

"Katie, on the other hand, has never cheated on you once. She stayed in Miami for a good amount of time, and not once did cheating cross her mind. Her parents are both dead, and she has no younger or older siblings. She lives for work. Not many people would suffer a great loss if she suddenly disappeared one day.

"Now, Emmett, the choice is up to you. Will you only look at physical appearances and past mistakes or will you actually put some thought into this choice? The choice is all yours, Emmett McCarty; their lives are in your hands."

The television flickered off. Rachel and Katie whimpered as they heard the gears of the machine they were on start working. The boards above them started to come down millimeter by millimeter. The ropes I was holding onto got tighter. I felt the tug on my arms as the ropes pulled. Both girls were looking at me, tears rolling down their eyes. Their eyes were begging me.

I crashed and started crying. The tears freely rolled down my cheeks, and I hung my head. I could not believe that I had to choose which one I wanted to live. I was crumbling in front of them, no longer the strong man that they both knew.

I thought deeply as the ropes pulled more. Katie was so hot and amazing in bed. Rachel had cheated on me. That pissed me off to no end, but I had three other girls on the side. Rachel had a family that needed her dearly, and Katie had nothing. I looked up at Katie; her body, even in stress, was still so smoking hot. I wanted her so badly; I wanted to have sex with her again. Rachel was crying uncontrollably now. Her thoughts were clearly on the lives that were going to lose her.

I took in a breath, not knowing what to do. The boards were now resting on the girls. I could see the pressure that they were putting on them. Katie cried out, the boards crushing her chest. Rachel had her head turned, a board right above it. She was whimpering, tears falling on the floor.

I heard a bone crack. I looked over at Katie; a board had no doubt broken a rib. Rachel had the boards pressing against her stomach, and one of her bones cracked. She whimpered again, the board pressing against her face. I cried out, the ropes getting tighter. I knew if I did not make a decision soon they would both be dead.

I closed my eyes, praying for forgiveness. I could not look at her. I let go of the left handle. I heard a loud snap, and I looked up. The boards had come together between Katie's body. There was blood everywhere, her body hanging in shreds. Some bones were visible along with muscle and tissue. Katie's eyes were still open, her head coming in between two boards, not touched. Her mouth was open, and there was blood draining out of it. I cried out, not believing what I just did.

I heard Rachel cry out. I turned to look at her. She was crying, her body shaking. The board came off of her, and the rope slacked. I could make out my name in her scream. I stood there, frozen, as she looked at me with loving eyes. Suddenly, she began to get lowered into the ground through a new whole in the floor. She disappeared, and the floor came back to take her place.

I took my hands off of the right handle and heard it clatter to the floor. I felt sick, the smell of the blood taking over the room. I wanted Katie's body to disappear into the floor too, but it was still there, staring at me. The metal door in front of me squeaked open. The television came on.

"Emmett, continue walking forward. Don't try anything or your bands will explode, taking off your wrists and ankles. Then, you are stuck here forever. Go forward, and play my little game."

I ran forward, heading straight for the television. "Fucker!" I picked up the television and threw it across the room. It landed on the concrete ground, shattered into pieces. I yelled in the air, pain and agony taking over me. My arms hurt, but that was not anything like what Katie had to experience. I really hoped that her death was instantaneous. I sobbed as I walked forward, going through the doorway ahead of me.