I didn’t notice the extent of his bleeding. I didn’t take the time to pay attention to it. I want to finish off the madman who kidnapped me. He is the cause of this whole incident. He is the cause of my momentary lapse of sanity.

Well, there is one effective way to find him. I start to walk quickly down the hallway like a horrible bloody demon. The blood from the pit has long since started to dry by now. The axe is still dripping with Cockroach’s blood. I walk quickly down the hallway; and as I do so, I slam the axe into every door that I happen to come across in the hallway. If this does not grab his attention, then nothing will. Soon he will hear the noise of my iron axe; and the sooner he does, the sooner I can drive my iron axe into his head. I will slam it into his mouth and make him eat it.

I don’t care about escaping at the moment. I only want to eradicate this insane moron so he can pay for what he did. I walk the iron corridors slamming my axe to bring him out of hiding. Then I will make him burn in the sweat blessed flames of Hell and death.

However, I soon grow tired of hitting every door in this damned rat hole. It would probably be better to get a sneak attack on him as opposed to having him sneak up on me and killing me. If I can’t get him, I will die in eternal pain and restlessness completely unavenged. I have to get him! I will kill him!

A little ways down the hallway, I spot an open door leading into a dimly lit chamber. As I approach the chamber further, I then hear footsteps. Finally I have found him. Finally I can end this now so I can get on with my life; and of course, he won’t be able to get on with his. With ninja like precision, I stealthily and silently sneak up towards the chamber. And when I make it to the chamber, there he is! He’s was just standing there, seemingly lifeless. This is going to be easy.

I slowly creep up behind him. Just three feet to go. Then two feet. The one. Raising my bloody arm with bloody axe, I ready myself for the final strike. Just one more second.

Suddenly, as I start to bring the axe down, the man quickly turns around. He grabs the axe and rips it from my hand. “So, you escaped,” he said to me casually. “So you escaped the bloody pit. But don’t worry. I assure you. You won’t be able to do it again.”

Crap! He’s got the axe. Now he’s going to rip me apart all over again. I reach down towards my stomach and feel the wounds the needle had given me. They are still pretty fresh. I look down my body. The blood from the pit is pretty dry by now. Panic strikes me harder than what the axe could ever do. I can’t live through that torture again. I also take a look at the table. It still has my dry blood on it. So does the floor. I also see the needle, which is also still pretty bloody. However, he’s only got the axe, not me. I still have one more trick left.

I let go of the axe and run towards the door, but not to escape. Remembering the poison gas tank before being impaled by the needle, I run to it and lift it up. At least it isn’t heavy. I smash it into the floor and run out. The tank cracked and released its deadly secretions. The man was about to chase me down; but he was soon stopped could by the mustard colored gas that surrounded him. After a few seconds, he fainted. There didn’t seem to be a fatal amount of gas in the tank. He still appeared to be breathing once the gas cleared.

I walk up to him. He’s only unconscious. Good. Now he can watch as I dismember his body once he wakes up. I then drag him up to the table. I then chain him to it. It takes a few minutes because he is so much bigger than I am. After about five minutes, he is fully chained up. All I can do now is wait for him to wake up.

I watch him sleep for a couple hours. His metal teeth glean brightly in the dismal lair. They would make a great trophy once this is over. However, I want him to watch himself die. That is the only way I could avenge myself. After all, I watched him torture me, didn’t I?

A couple more hours pass. I continue to watch him. His teeth keep my attention. Oh yes, I am going to take his teeth as a trophy once I end this. Now if he could just hurry up and wake up. I can’t watch him forever (besides, he’s not really an easy sight to watch for anyone).

Yet another two hours pass. I am quickly growing impatient. I can’t stand to stare at the same person for six hours straight. I grab the axe. This is going to feel so good.

I then walk up to the table, just inches away from the man’s chest. This is it. It’s over. I raise my axe into position.

As I do, he suddenly wakes up. He grabs my throat. He thrashes my head about, trying to yank it off. I have to escape. I can’t die like this.

With the axe still in my left arm, I take a quick swing at his elbow, knocking it out of joint. I have never seen anyone’s arm bend like that before. He lets go (obviously). I take a swing at his let, breaking it. I chop his ribs, crushing them.

I take a good look at him. Blood runs down his body, and onto the floor, overshadowing my own dried blood. I look him straight in the face. “So, you thought you could kill me, didn’t you?” I asked him in his tone of voice. “You thought you could do away with me. But now, you will drown in the sweat bloody rivers of blessed death!” He looks up at the bloody demon overshadowing him.

I raise the axe and lodge it into his neck. It’s now over. I feel avenged and I can finally go. But first, I need a souvenir.

I take the axe out of his neck. I raise it again and slam it to his mouth. I knock out his metal teeth. As I said earlier, I will keep these as a trophy. I pick the bloody teeth from his mouth. They’re very nice. I can’t wait to mount them upon my wall. Satisfied with vengeance, I leave the chamber to find my way out of this maze. Oh how sweat vengeance is!

An hour later, I finally find my way out. I open the door to my freedom. The light of the outside shocks me at first. I walk out of the steel structure. I notice the ocean surrounding the structure. Taking a look around I realize where I am. This must be an abandoned oilrig. At least the shore is only less than a mile away.

I climb down the latter and into the water. The blood washed off by body, finally. I have been cleansed of the evil in this place. I now start my swim back the shore. I am finally free.

Back in that dismal lair, that madman will stay there to rot in pain. He will stay dead in his own blood until his blood itself decays. And may he forever rest in agonizing pain and dismay while the worms eat into his brain.

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A/N: I hope you have enjoyed Pit of Blood. Hopefully you will also read and enjoy my other and future stories as well. Thanks for reading.