Texas Chainsaw 2 Chop Top 소설 & 이야기

"He's uh, he's outside." Without another word I stepped onto the deck through the kitchen doors and heard the sound of wood being chopped at the side of the cabin. I turned the corner to find Chad watching over Levi as he swung the ax down with a resounding crack, splitting the wood in half with one try. My gut ached at the sight of him with one of Chad's shirts clinging to his body and his hair damp with sweat. I tried to bank the glow from my eyes and relax the muscles in my face but I knew I failed from the look on Chad's face when he turned at the sound of my voice, "Chad, I need to speak with you. Now!"

Snow was rare in Texas, but the recent cold spell hadn't let up and there had been a few inches very recently. Duncan went outside to his shed and got his chainsaw and maul, and then opened the back gate. He headed out to the pile of mesquite that he'd cut that previous autumn and yanked on the cord to start the saw. He trimmed the longer pieces and then split the fatter logs with his triangle-headed maul.

Souls push him to sit on the chair and he does, but he seats on the side making the chair fall back with it. “Bloody hell! Give me that damn chainsaw. If he won’t sit, then pieces of him will be on that chair but one way or the other, he will end up on that damn chair!” Souls goes for the chainsaw while guy's guy scrambles up and sits on the chair. He is shaking like a leaf being blown by the wind and I don’t know why but I find pleasure in his fear. “Was that so hard?” ask as I receive the chainsaw from Souls. The man shakes his head.

She gasped, and whimpered shakily. The ceiling behind the cage slid open and a long sharp bladed-like chain descended from the ceiling at a high speed and thrust into the nape of her mother's neck, tearing through her neck. The ceiling above the opened-top cage opened and an axe descended from it, sending her mother's head rolling on the floor.

Para sa akin mas comfortable ako sa mga damit na ganito. I went out of my room and saw Thorn in a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts while sitting in front of the laptop in the living room. He turned his head towards my direction and saw a hint of gloom in his expression. Tumaas naman ang kilay ko dahil rito. "Whose t-shirt is that?" He asked monotonically. Nagtaka ako at nakakunot ang noo. Nagseselos ba siya o naiirita lang?

"Fine. You want to see who owns the space? I’ll show you." I grabbed the black gesso and a thick palette knife. I smeared a jagged, dark silhouette right down the center of the cap—the unmistakable, hooded curve of a Reaper’s scythe. It was messy, raw, and looked like it had been carved out of the night. Then, before the black could even dry, I snatched the tweezers from Jax’s hand. I began pressing the delicate, shimmering gold leaf directly over the top of the scythe, forming a sharp, intricate crown that sat atop the Reaper’s hood.

The rattle again, but faster, tighter, climbing, and it takes me a second to place it. Teeth. It sounds like teeth chattering. It's afraid. All of them are. Every dead thing stitched into that frame heard a boy scream and remembered making the same sound once upon a time, and the entire skeleton is standing in the dark trembling. "Reena!" I scream so loud it feels like my vocal cords are ripping. "Now! Aim for the head!" The chainsaw doesn't even cough. One cut, prepped two days deep, and ninety feet of oak comes off its notch and swings down through the canopy and the skull takes it dead center.

After talking, the killer found an old chainsaw from the box… Lucinda recognized it… It was the same chainsaw from eight years ago! But that’s already old! And it’s already rusting! Lucinda was frightened when the killer came towards her with an old chainsaw! It’s torture! Seeing her expression, the killer felt excited! The killer kicked Lucinda’s abdomen and her body turned to the front, where a clear view Lucinda could see! “Shall we start?” The killer smirked and tried to start the chainsaw, after a few tries, it worked! “Oh good, still working! I really want to use this for you, it seems fun!”

Her resisting wriggles, muffled screams and The Mexican OT's Hardest Ese Ever blaring through my music box was pure bliss. Next up was Jax. He resisted but eventually got to the table top. Without haste, I chopped off his head with the cleaver in one swift move. His gore came dripping down the table to the floor. With the pair of scissors, I plucked off his pubic hairs then stuffed them into his ears. I also dismembered every single part of his body so they were all away from each other so that he looked like a jigsaw puzzle, just that in his case, he wasn't going to be fixed.

His head hung low as painful moans escaped his mouth. Abel lifts his head, Angelo droopy eyes meeting mine. Locking the chain brake I turn on the choke and push the primer button 4-6 times, I lay the chainsaw flat on the ground using my foot as I brace the chainsaw, leaning my weight on it to hold it in place then I pull the starter rope a few times until the engine starts. I bring the blade up to speed the sharp ends running, ready to cut through anything. The sound of the engine roaring consumes the silences. "Which one would you prefer me to slice off? Hands? Legs? Neck?" I suggest, listing all the above. Angelo swallows hard, soft whimpers escaping his lips as he pleads. I cast him a vei