Oneshot Short Story 2
His body was in pain, every muscle and tendon screaming for relief of the strain on his body. The 400 pound weight on him was far more than what he was used too. His thin 155 pound frame would only be able to hold out for so long until he would succumb and ultimately meet an untimely demise.
"Please," he gasped out hoarsely, tears falling freely now, "Take this weight off me. I'll...I'll tell you what you need to hear, just lift this weight off of me." He could not continue after this, his chest was heaving and his body was curving in on itself slowly.
The men at the pulleys glanced at their leader who had a calm demeanor. He took a drag from his cigarette and nodded briefly. The grunts of the leader's henchmen and the loud squeak of the pulley system helped in unison to lift the large weight off the thin man held in place by chains staked into the ground. The leader took another drag of his cancer stick and tossed it to the ground, squishing the remains with the heel of a shiny new shoe. When the men have tied off the weight, they back away and let their leader approach the thin, gasping figure.
"I've spared your life up until now, listening to your lies. What makes you think i'll believe you this time?" His accent was thick and sounded Austrian.
"I realized that my life no longer means anything to you...or me. I've got nothing more to lose, so I figure I'll say it now before you do away with me..."
THE END
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