Hoffman drug Jill across the room, exiting through the door. He took her to a smaller room, located five rooms over from the one they just left. It was very dark inside Jill's new chamber, the lights were barely flickering.
He determined it would be a special trap to match her astray lifestyle and meddlesome ways. Hoffman slung Jill's unconscious body against a dingy, brick wall. He walked to the middle of the room, preparing her trap.
It was a simple trap all together, although it appeared tricky and complex. Hoffman didn't have to give it much thought as to what her trap would be. A long, steel table was placed in the center of the room.
There were sharp, silver spikes drilled onto the top of the table. There were shackles on all sides of the table. The sturdy legs were drilled firmly down onto the concrete floor, holding it in place.
He grabbed Jill up, laying her face up on the gruesome appearing table. He strapped her in, staring over to the lone TV set that sat in the corner. He smirked, glancing up at the ceiling at the two suspended shotguns and knives.
He exited the room, slamming the door roughly behind him. Jill awoke, startled and confused. Her eyes darted from either side of the table viewing her shackled up arms and legs. Blood seeped out of her back, the spikes were driven even further into her torso.
A loud scream shot out of her mouth, she was quickly losing blood. The spikes were unforgiving as they pierced her body like a shish kebab. Her neck craned slightly backward, staring up at the two shotguns pointed directly at her head.
The knives were suspended over her entire torso, dangling above her in a mocking way. Jill struggled against the straps, pulling as hard as she could. The straps didn't budge, they remained firmly in place just as Hoffman had tied them. A serge of power shot through the room like a lightning bolt, causing the TV to kick on.
Billy the puppet echoed out, speaking in Hoffman's voice.
"Hello Jill, I want to play a game."
Her eyes scanned the room, finding the TV set in the corner. Her eyes were glued to it, her breathing increased.
"The situation you find yourself in describes your life of stabbing people in the back, now it's your turn to be stabbed. There are knives and shotguns hanging above your body. Your arms and legs are bound tightly to the spiked table, unable to move. The only way to survive your trap is to avoid all the rounds of the shotguns and the knives above. If you successfully dodge everything you will be granted your life. However, if you fail your life will become mine. Will you lay there in a pool of your own blood and wait to be demolished, or will you fight back and survive? Make your choice."
The clock in front of her on the wall counted down from 60 seconds. Jill screamed, her voice starting to fail her.
Struggling, she jerked at her arm restraints trying to break free. The shotguns acted on their own, their barrels slowly turning. The first shot rang out, almost catching Jill in the side of her stomach.
Her screamed loudly.
"Fuck!"
Her body moved violently as the second shot grazed the side of her face, causing blood to leak out. Her arms thrashed hard, fighting for her life. 50 seconds remained on the clock, it ticked slowly down to her fate. Jill's eyes instantly widened as she saw one of the three knives swing slowly back and forth.
The knife suddenly dropped, landing directly next to the side of her leg. Panicking, Jill kicked her legs out causing the knife to drop, clanging on the ground. It was now time for the second shotgun to violently go off.
It barely missed Jill's arm by a mere half an inch. She struggled hard, panicking trying to save herself. Sweat was dripping from her face, her throat was sticky and dry. The clock ticked down hard, the time becoming scarce. Jill glanced over at her ticking friend, it read 41 seconds. Her time was quickly draining, she was starting to freak out.
There were two knives remaining above her, slowly swinging back and forth. The very sharp blade on the end fell from the sky, hitting Jill directly in the throat. She gasped for breath, blood was pouring out of her. The devastating final shot remained, the gun was aimed exactly where her skull was.
A loud, deafening shot rang out through the entire warehouse. The bullet easily slid through Jill's temple, spilling her blood where she lay. Blood dripped slowly from her mouth, her eyes were beginning to glaze over. The final knife dangled in front of her as if watching her slowly die.
The blade struck Jill in her stomach, deeply embedded itself into her. Immediately her blood gushed and poured from her wounds. It leaked on the floor, adding more the sickening red pool beneath the table. The clock continued to tick down the final moments of Jill's life.
Her struggle was finally over, her movements ceased as her breathing became slower and slower. Suddenly, the door jolted open revealing Hoffman standing there watching on. He crossed the room, his gun clutched firmly in his hand.
He swiftly stepped over the red pool of blood, being very careful not to get any on his black shoes. Jill clung onto her life, desperation filling her entire body. Her eyes met those of Hoffman's, they stared at each other for a moment. He smirked as he watched the life drain out of Jill's entire body. Her eyes closed for the final time, her deep breath being her last.
"Game over."
Jill Tuck lay on the spiked table covered in a thick, red pool of her own blood. The slimy red liquid oozed out of her like water. Her shirt was spotted red, the fresh smell of blood stunk up the building. Her expression was twisted in a mess agony and desperation.
Hoffman stood over the body, glaring down at her. His head turned to the side, watching the blood slowly creep out of her. He put his gun away, slipping on his black gloves. He left her death stricken, blood soaked body where it lay.
He slowly left the room, closing the door on his way out. He strolled off to the monitor room, taking a break from his long day of work.
Detective Hoffman arrived at the police station where he worked nonstop hours. The FBI contacted him early that morning, requesting for an emergency meeting to be held. He walked inside of his usually empty office, noticing Special Agents Ward and Carter already making themselves at home.
They greeted Hoffman, each shaking his hand. Hoffman took his usual spot behind his desk, waiting intently for the agents to explain this impromptu meeting.
Special Agent Carter sat down in front of Hoffman, nodding at him.
"Detective Hoffman. We have come to inform you that our agents have not yet found Ms. Jill Tuck. We were hoping that you had already found her."
Hoffman grimly shook his head, he avoided eye contact acting as though the entire ordeal greatly upset him.
"I haven't found her. I looked for days on end trying to capture her. I had no luck."
Ward slammed his fist on the desk in front of him, it slightly shook. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, he stared at Hoffman.
"That is very unfortunate to hear Detective. Our agents will be on the clock 24/7 in the search for Ms. Tuck. We will not stop until we find her."
Hoffman nodded at Ward, his mind wondering elsewhere. He was slightly intrigued to hear about their pointless, nonstop search. It gave him a little bit more time to completely dispose of her body. A small, undetected smile spread over Hoffman's face.
The filthy pigs he purchased for this special occasion would be arriving within a few days. Jill's body was nicely decomposing in a black, plastic garbage bag inside of his current warehouse. All he had to do now was feed her blood soaked remains to the pigs.
Afterward he would have to completely dispose of the pigs themselves. He wanted to cover his ass this time, making sure not a single trace of Jill Tuck would ever be found. In a week Hoffman would tell the FBI that he caught Jill Tuck fleeing the country. He would go into grave detail as how he barely missed capturing her.
Quickly, Detective Lieutenant Mark Hoffman got to his feet. He shook the agent's hands, muttering to them.
"One day soon, true justice will be served."
The End.