GrUeBERfest - Under Glass (571 hits)
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Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (View user info) at 2008-09-26 11:03:05 EDT
And the pressure builds as he stacks us higher, forcing us to lie under glass. The glass is thick and heavy and stifling but it becomes unbearable as he places his next victim on top, already broken and battered but alive enough to fully appreciate all the pain and suffering that is to come.
I met him at the bar while I was out with friends. He was charming, disarming, and a great conversationalist. His looks didn't hurt his cause, tall, blonde, athletic, he had a noticeable tattoo but nothing weird and it really was just enough to give him a little edge. My friends slowly wandered away as some returned to families or just grew too tired or too drunk to keep up. I stayed to talk to him, to find out more about this interesting attractive man.
When the lights came on in the bar I was surprised to find al of my friends had left, it was just me and him now. I was ready to go home right then but he asked me to join him for breakfast so after a quick text to my roommate I rode with him to Denny's for some drunk breakfast.
Our conversation continued through our meals and I found myself unwilling to call it a night when it came time to leave. I asked him to go for a walk with me and was ecstatic when he accepted. We walked and talked and watched the sunrise come up and by the time we got back to the car I found my hand in his. Not sure which of us reached out to make that connection but it felt natural and right.
He opened my door for me then went around getting into the drivers seat. He asked if I wanted to go to his place and I was more than ready to accept. I wanted him though I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be so brash and eager but hey, a girl's got needs too right?
We rode in silence as he drove me out of town a little ways to his home. I was surprised when he pulled up to the gate of a large house. Ok, mansion. He continued up the driveway and then led me to the door, through the foyer, up the winding staircase, and into his room.
As soon as we entered his room he pulled me to him and began to kiss me passionately. I responded in kind as I enjoyed the feel of his hands roaming my body. He deftly unsnapped my bra and soon his hands caressed my breasts, pinching both nipples, before moving on. I soon found myself naked on silk sheets and I moaned as he entered me.
That was the last pleasure of the night. I'm actually sure it's the last pleasure of my life. From that moment on everything has been pain, fear, suffering, anxiety, and terror. After that last thrust of pleasure he wrapped his hands around my throat and began choking me. I assume he finished what he started but I lost consciousness quickly.
I woke to excruciating pain. I woke screaming. I woke to this beautiful naked man bringing a sledgehammer down on a flat piece of metal laid across my knees. I woke to the sounds of the bones and joints of my knees exploding. I woke to excruciating pain.
I screamed, in fear, and pain, and agony and in the hopes that someone would come to my aid. The only answers to my screams were more screams. Women's voices calling out from somewhere in the house, screaming for help, screaming in shared pain.
This naked blonde man winked at me then and told me I'd soon meet the others; that I'd soon become part of that horrible symphony, that I'd soon enough be part of his masterpiece. I know I was crying then and he smiled as he climbed back up the bed and licked the tears from my face. His hands groped forcibly and violated me everywhere they landed. This time there was no pleasure as he entered me; only pain, humiliation, fear, and disgust.
He didn't choke me this time. Instead he leered at me as he thrust over and over until finally he pulled out, rolled over and lay next to me. I couldn't believe it when a few short minutes later he was snoring as though he was the most comfortable, content man in the world.
I sat up searching the room for anything to aid me and found that the room contained nothing but the bed we lay in. I looked at the shattered remnants of my knees and wondered what I could possibly do to get away.
Through the pain the thought of my phone, tucked away in my jeans pocket, came barreling in. Spotting my jeans near the door I carefully slid off the side of the bed only to fall clumsily to the floor. I lay there panting in pain listening for the sound of my captor waking but he continued blissfully snoring and so I began pulling myself across the wood floor.
Just as I reached for my jeans I felt the cold angry steel of the sledgehammer fall on my body once again. This time to the elbow of my outstretched arm. As the bones exploded I realized the only thing that could save me was within grasp and I had to get it. I reached out with my other hand and just had the phone out of the pocket of my jeans when the sledgehammer crashed home to the elbow of that arm.
I know I screamed. I know I sobbed. I know I knew then that I was going to die. I lay there naked on his floor with my joints shattered and broken and begged him to spare me. I promised I'd never tell. I promised him he could have everything I owned. I promised I'd do anything if he'd just let me go. In return he told me he already had everything of mine that he wanted and promised I'd live long enough to regret having ever lived.
He picked me up then ignoring my limp and useless limbs and carried me through the house and into the basement. One large white room harshly lit with something large in the center of the floor. I couldn't see what it was when we entered but I could hear the whimpers, the sobs, and the screams coming from the inside of it. I think he intentionally kept me from seeing it until we got close and then he turned me to introduce me.
"Hear it is my pet, my masterpiece, my symphony of destruction."
I moaned as I took it in and began to cry as his words sliced through my pain to hint at more to come.
"I've been working on this for several years now, the smell you'll get used to and soon enough... be a part of. You are the twelfth I've wooed and brought back to be a part of my project and I know you'll be a fantastic addition."
I cried harder still as he explained the grotesque vision in front of me.
"I started this project by preparing the room. I have an extra heavy duty ventilation system to help dissipate some of the smell and of course underneath is all drain to take away the fluid."
He describes all of this pride fully and I cringe as he caresses my bare flesh before continuing.
"Each piece of glass is three inch thick tempered glass that I've had custom made for my project. The recording equipment on that wall records all sound in the room at all times and is catalogued so that I can listen to any portion I want to. You are another instrument, already inducted but not included in the symphony."
I screamed at him hysterically and thrashed but there was nothing I could do and eventually the pain of moving my broken body overcame me and I passed out.
I woke under glass. I was still naked but I'd been placed in the glass box on top of the others and under another piece of glass. I was now part of the horrific sight I saw in the room. I lay there screaming unable to stop the sight from playing over in my mind to remind me where I now lay; one of several I was now on the top but if my host had his way I'd slowly be forced to the bottom.
You see, I saw all this. The box was indeed made of glass; glass with fist sized holes cut all over, holes like you see on a box from the pet store. Inside the box was a foul display; a demonstration of just how strong the will to live is within humans. On the bottom was an indistinguishable mass and mess of what you understand to be flash, blood, bone, and excrement. Moving up the box you can see that what becomes that mass of mess was once women, stacked upon each other until they're compressed and extinguished. Moving further up you see that many of these women are still alive; simpering, sobbing, screaming, and dying but holding on. Through holes that line up with the women are feeding tubes, placed so that the contained woman can sustain herself holding on to a last glimmer of hope that someone, anyone, will find this and put an end to their suffering.
But our captor continues unabated and just as I was placed on top of this foul creation so he continues adding.
I was placed on top under another piece of his custom made glass. The glass was heavy and kept me from moving but I could gain nourishment from the tube and I could go on hoping that my friends, upon missing me would help the authorities find this monster and set me free. I was placed on top of the living, breathing, sobbing, dying women below me adding my weight to their destruction. Were my weight and the weight of another piece of glass enough to finally release the woman who was alive furthest down in the pile? I experienced hysterics and pain and despair as I lie on top of the women below me. Our captor sat beside us and talked to us, describing the joy we brought him and the beauty he saw in our slow destruction.
And every night, a new woman was added to the pile; her weight pressing down on me, crushing me, slowly pressing the life out of me. I felt my bones collapsing, the breath, harder to take in and still I suckled the tube that kept me alive just that little bit longer maintaining hope that such foul madness could not continue.
I know I hope in vein as another woman is brought to my death watch and is placed above me, adding her weight and the weight of another piece of glass and I suffer and near my death. I suffer and near my death, under glass.
User Reviews
Submitted by NintendoCzar (user info) at 2008-09-29 14:59:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-09-26 11:05:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2's for all Grueberfest entries posted today, just because.
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What the fuck? How did I miss the boat on this one?
Oh well, here ya go buddy, another plus 2, enjoy.
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2008-09-29 04:49:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice!
Submitted by billrhine (user info) at 2008-09-28 12:47:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Brian_Johns (user info) at 2008-09-27 22:15:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Best of Round 1
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-09-27 09:38:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*gags*
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2008-09-27 00:33:54 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by RestrictionsApply (user info) at 2008-09-27 00:33:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Horrifying, grotesque, and completely kick-ass.
Submitted by Gyro_Gearloose (user info) at 2008-09-26 17:52:25 EDT (#)
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Jesus...!
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2008-09-26 17:36:27 EDT (#)
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Definitely put the EEEEWWWW! in Grueberfest. But I have to ask: what is it with you and glass?
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2008-09-26 17:24:38 EDT (#)
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Jesus C. I could only get half way through. Too gory but great writing.
Submitted by Flying_buttmonkey (user info) at 2008-09-26 17:23:20 EDT (#)
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>hyperventillates into a brown bag<
I'm good, carry on.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-09-26 15:48:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by tatersninja (user info) at 2008-09-26 15:44:33 EDT (#)
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Awesomeness.
Submitted by thaumaturge (user info) at 2008-09-26 15:38:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You ran off with the comp here. Damn. Very good.
Submitted by Desz (user info) at 2008-09-26 14:36:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
amazing
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2008-09-26 14:26:04 EDT (#)
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Fantastic.
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-09-26 14:19:40 EDT (#)
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Man-O-man how do you think this shit up?
That is one scary read.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2008-09-26 13:51:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice bro!
Submitted by no1hasdis (user info) at 2008-09-26 13:38:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Most of the entries aren't even worht reading. This was good.
Submitted by Quint (user info) at 2008-09-26 13:20:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, that was awesome. Much better than this one http://www.ubersite.com/m/118961
May as well stop the contest now and award it to this guy. Wow!
p.s. This same insane symphony killer guy tried to abduct Method's Mom, but couldn't fit her in the glass box because of all the black guys with their cocks still in her various orifices.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-09-26 13:04:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by John_H_Kim (user info) at 2008-09-26 12:13:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was awesome.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2008-09-26 12:05:19 EDT (#)
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Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus!
Now THAT is how you GRUEberfest, people!
BEST OF THE COMP SO FAR!
Thanks, a great read.
Submitted by frankthebear (user info) at 2008-09-26 11:15:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
if I ever have kids, you will never, NEVER, be allowed near them. great story!
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-09-26 11:05:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2's for all Grueberfest entries posted today, just because.