BASED ON THE COMPUTER GAME MANHUNT

Chapter 1 – The Beginning.

Gary Schaffer is on the warpath for James Earl Cash after the untimely death of Starkweather and launches a plot to capture him.

Eventually, after scouring the planet for Cash, Schaffer finds his man and immediately sets an elaborate trap, which involves hiring a gang of Cerberuses to capture him. Cash is boarded upon a torture jet and a flight takes him to a secret location, which we later discover is a high-tech prison on a remote island, but its exact whereabouts are unknown.

The sadistic guards incarcerate Cash in a 3m x 3m sized pit in the ground with an iron grille sealing the roof. This becomes Cash’s personal bondage for the next 10 months; his only visits are by the disgusting leering guards and Mr Gary Schaffer himself! They only take him out of the pit to torture him, before throwing him back in the sadistic cramped hole. All the while Schaffer’s cameras are rolling and the barbaric activities at the secret prison are filmed for a special clientele.

During the 10 months in prison, Cash is mentally and physically tortured beyond belief, Schaffer stands looking down through the thick iron bars of the pit, sadistically smiling at Cash and promises him the slowest most agonising death possible. Time passes, weary and cramp-ridden Cash sees a group of cops approaching his cage, where they immediately pull him out and begin to strip him completely naked. The guards drag him forcefully over to what looks like a bath of water, Cash panics and tries to wriggle free, but he is easily overpowered as the cops begin to fasten straps harshly in between all the creases of his body, they then apply Japanese rope bondage to ensure escape is impossible. Cash begins to feel himself being hoisted upwards over the tank of water by a rope-pulley system.

Shaffer appears and begins to explain that Cash is ready to die in a live snuff movie right now, a death by slow drowning! Cash starts to panic, but the thick ropes keep his limbs tightly restricted, like an Anaconda constricting a deer. The situation forces Cash to try and scream, plead and beg for his freedom, but the rubber ball gag is tight and harsh around his mouth as the thick leather straps partially hide a terrified face.

There is very little resistance as Cash is completely submerged for the first time under the murky piss and shit contaminated water. For a starter, Schaffer keeps Cash down in the depths of the viscous liquid for five seconds, whilst natural instinct forces Cash to hold his breath under water and close his eyes tightly shut. It feels like a long five seconds and then suddenly… there is relief as he is raised back above the surface.

‘Did you enjoy yourself Cash, *Schaffer laugh’s sadistically*

Cash attempts to plead for release, but only muffled sounds are heard through the gag.

‘Too bad, back down you go’.

This time there is fight in Cash as he begins to be dunked again, but his escape efforts are short lived and hopeless as he disappears back beneath the surface. This time Schaffer increases the count to ten seconds, confident that the slow sadistic nature of the drowning would satisfy his clients. Although there was a twist, Schaffer felt as though he could still get some more kicks out of Cash yet and he never intended to drown him, just toy with him, break him and let him know that at any point he wanted, he could extinguish Cash’s life like the flame of a candle and sell that very death to a 1000 people on tape, ready for them to relive that moment for sexual pleasure.

Cash was dunked a third time for 15 seconds and finally a fourth time for 20 seconds before finally a broken soaking wet body was hoisted up out of the filthy water, a helpless dripping piece of meat just hanging like a pig at a slaughterhouse.

‘You live to fight another day Cash’ taunted a smirking Schaffer.

There was barely a response from Cash, yet he remained defiant as his tired weary fingers attempted to untie the ropes looped around his wrists, his arms bound awkwardly behind his back.

‘If I as much as see you attempting the slightest escape, I will cut ya slimy little faggot fingers off one-by-one boy and feed them to you.’

‘Get his fuckin’ arse back in that cage Salinas, we’ll break him tomorrow.’ ‘Yeah, Salinas here will introduce you to his bullwhip, he aint forgot what you did to his brother Ramirez’.

THE VERY NEXT DAY

A whooshing whip sound was heard, Cash was naked and tied spread-eagled upside down. Salinas delivered another punishing lash on his back with the bullwhip. ‘I’m really going to make you pay for what you did to Ramirez, no a simple bullet in the head will not suffice, I’m going to chop you up into little small squares and feed you to my dog’.

Cash lets out an anguished scream as the sadistic Wardog member whips his back again and again and again. Schaffer’s laughs are stifling James’ agony, sweat and blood dripping freely down Cash’s pain-wracked back.

Schaffer sadistically locks Cash back in his inhuman cage and begins to unzip his pants. He reaches inside and pulls out his dick, he holds it in place and suddenly begins to piss inside the cage all over Cash. Cash tries to move to avoid being covered in piss, but there is absolutely no room to manoeuvre inside the pit.

Schaffer was a complete sadist, ever since his youth working as a prison guard; he was utterly amazed at how easy it was to become a cop. He was the everyday civilian’s worst nightmare, as he would think nothing of planting drugs on innocent people or beating teenagers up on the street. As well as sadistic, Shaffer was extremely narcissistic and domineering and there was one incident late at night when he was questioning yet another innocent victim. Schaffer saw it was quiet and there was nobody around, he used that moment to shock his poor victim with a stun gun tazer. His temporarily paralysed victim was then dragged into a dark back alleyway and raped by Schaffer. To add to the poor man’s woes, Schaffer also planted a lot of Class A drugs in his car. The humiliated and violated man was then falsely jailed for 10 years.

In jail, the man – Kenneth Jesperson was reduced to complete and utter sexual slavery and mental manipulation at the whim of Schaffer and would later be blackmailed to join the Smiley’s.

Gary Schaffer was a closet homosexual and he loved the control he had over his powerless incarcerated prisoners, he loved locking them inside solitary confinement for weeks just because he could, but it was just too simple. Schaffer craved something more, he had a desire burning up inside of him, the pleasures of the flesh, and it was something he was introduced to when he was only 20 years old. He was a very good friend of a man named Lionel Starkweather and one night in the safety of Lionel’s guarded mansion, he allowed Schaffer to witness a snuff scene. A small Perspex box was brought into Starkweather’s living room along with a young man, who looked no older than 22 years old. Five heavily armed Cerberuses harshly outnumbered the averagely built young man; they easily forced him inside the cramped Perspex box and padlocked it shut.

‘Would you like a drink young man, whilst we watch the show?’ said a relaxed Starkweather.

‘Erm, yeah sure sir, thank you’ replied a nervous Schaffer. He was usually supremely confident, but he was in complete awe of Starkweather.

Starkweather ordered one of his house servants to pour two glasses of wine. He then stood up and walked over to a wooden table containing his CD player. Starkweather turned on the power and slightly lowered the volume dial, so that the music would not be too loud and neither too quiet for the videotape to pick up. Suddenly a gentle song began to play, very calm and eerie, yet beautifully composed.

The haunting classical music of Samuel Barber’s - Adagio For Strings began to play. Strangely it was counting downwards from 9 minutes and 59 seconds, which was the length of the piece. Was Lionel attempting to synchronise the time it would take the song to finish with the time it would take to kill this man?

Starkweather gave the thumb to start filming and said, ‘so it begins, 3… 2… 1… and ACTION!’ the cameraman positioned the camera towards the encased man in the Perspex box. Starkweather walked towards the box. ‘Are you ready to witness real power over life and death Gary?’

‘Erm yes sir’, Schaffer’s stomach was knotted with fear but also partially with excitement.

Starkweather turned a dial on the Perspex box clockwise from the 9:00 position to the 12:00 position. This increased the temperature inside the box from average to slightly warm. Starkweather went and sat down very close to Schaffer, putting an arm around his shoulder.

‘Don’t worry boy, relax, soon you will experience an adrenaline rush like no other, I promise you that for certain’ said a confident Starkweather.

Schaffer watched the box carefully, he noticed that the sides were starting to become moist and steamy, suddenly there was real movement! The man trapped inside began to kick and punch on the walls of the box, frantically searching for a way out, screams were now audible, but very muted, perfect for the camera to capture his pleas and cries. Although it was a claustrophobic box, there were three small, circular special purpose holes cut into the side. The holes were big enough to fit a hand and wrist through, or a nostril, which was enough to tease the victim into thinking escape, was possible. 3 minutes had expired.

‘Time to turn the heat up’ laughed Starkweather as he again inched the dial clockwise from a 12:00 position to a 3:00 position. The temperature was now peaking towards hot.

‘This is where the fun really begins Gary’ said an aroused and excited Starkweather.

A servant brought a microphone and placed it down in front of Starkweather. He spoke into it clearly:

‘Are ya thirsty boy, Lionel’s voice was loud and clear inside the Perspex box’. ‘Must be rigged,’ thought Schaffer. ‘Do exactly as I say and I promise you this will be over before the night is out’.

‘Place your head against the side of the box and put your tongue through the small circular hole provided’. The man began to follow Starkweather’s instructions; a flat tongue pathetically appeared through the hole, waiting to be fed like a dog. Starkweather took a glass of water and held it around 3 inches out of reach from the tongue.

‘I can’t reach it, please let me drink I’m so dehydrated!’ begged the young captive.

Starkweather tutted, ‘no, no, no… you’re going to have to work for it. I want you to stretch that tongue further out’.

The sight of the tongue stretching and straining to reach the water, but ultimately failing turned on Starkweather; again it was the control factor. He then moved the glass so that the tongue ‘could’ reach it, Starkweather sneering as the tongue began to lap up the water from the glass like a dog.

‘Starkweather tutted again, ‘no, no, no… that’s enough water for you, time to die my little Robin’. He then pulled a small handle on the side of the Perspex box and suddenly the three circular holes were blocked systematically by more Perspex, closing like a pair of blinds. The victim now realising this, began to slam furiously on the side of the box with all his strength.

Starkweather positioned his face close to the glass directly facing his tortured victim. ‘Now its time to bake the cake’ and he ruthlessly turned the dial clockwise from the 3:00 position to the 6:00 position, raising the temperature to roasting hot. Almost immediately sweat was dripping down the inside walls of the box as the poor man tried everything to escape from the almost airtight sauna. Feet were kicking the walls; fingers were hopelessly slipping down the wall making a muted squeaking sound. Helpless fingernails were trying to claw their way through the 8 inch thick solid Perspex. More minutes passed and slowly but surely, the young man’s struggles began to get weaker and weaker as he was being boiled and dehydrated alive, heat exhaustion would soon set in and his escape hopes were fading fast. His screams soon began to turn to hopeless tears as he began to beg for his Mum to save him:

Groans of suffering could be heard through the box, ‘please help me! Mummy, help me! I love you Mum’, crying hysterically, he had given up all hope and that was it, the struggles eventually turned into death throe spasms and then those pathetic spasms extinguished like the flame of a candle. In the background, the haunting music of Samuel Barber was nearing it end. The camera continued to film the box just to confirm the death, there was no movement at all now. The film finished, just as the music finished. The masterpiece was complete.

It was clear that Schaffer was aroused, he was fascinated and it seemed as though in this one evening, he had completely desensitised himself completely to the killing and violence. He was no stranger to a bit of sadism, but this had taken him over the edge and he wanted to be a part of it.

‘The good thing about snuff is that all the victims can be real actors’, Lionel said philosophically.

Both Schaffer and Starkweather held a pause and then immediately broke into laughter at the cruel joke. They were bonding, there was a feeling that Starkweather was grooming Schaffer to inherit his empire and he was such a young student who seemed keen on making his mark. They were dangerous together and they enjoyed good moments together, until that one fateful night when Cash had done the impossible and survived against an illegal army involved in snuff. Cash had stormed Starkweather’s so-called ‘impenetrable’ mansion and adrenaline and revenge were the motives Cash had used to beat the odds, especially after the ordeal that Starkweather had put him through. When Starkweather was murdered, Gary Schaffer became extremely depressed and turned to drink to see him through the dark times, he forgot about snuff for a little while and although his mind was all over the place, he swore vengeance on James Cash. While Schaffer and Starkweather were watching the Perspex box murder, Lionel talked about an empire and revealed he had funded a hell on Earth encampment on a privatised island. Lionel told Schaffer in confidence that if he ever died, he would inherit it.

Chapter 2 – The Island.

Location: Unknown.

A long time ago, Starkweather started to write a highly detailed manual. This manual contained the entire blueprints for the island, such as its shape, its contents and particularly its whereabouts.

Starkweather had stressed that the ‘location’ of this island was the most important aspect. He wanted somewhere where the weather predictability was safe, yet at the same time had the potential to be very harsh and cruel. He didn’t want Earthquakes or Tsunami’s damaging or completely flooding the island, yet he wanted heavy rain to occur quite often.

Lionel also wanted to make sure that the island was isolated and uninhabited, although he didn’t mind if there were small clusters of people living here, that way he could send his Cerberus unit to move in and mop them up, they would definitely make good slaves, there would definitely be some particular use for their services and if not, they would be slaughtered and dumped in the ocean.

Starkweather needed a lot of men to help build his vision and make his wildest fantasy a reality. He hired already corrupt workers, such as those who created the American Gulag concentration camps and all the secret jail complexes in other countries. Starkweather wanted a lot of construction work carrying out underground as well as on the island surface. He wanted safety bunkers, a high-tech maximum-security prison, surveillance and communications base, a transportation and deportation base as well as other important facility buildings. He had also outlined that these bases and facility buildings were absolutely impossible to get near or break into by the prisoners. All this would be in place before he even considered what would be constructed at the heart of the island, where the Manhunts would be carried out. For Starkweather, once all the security aspects were covered, he could start laying the decorations, such as the arenas and traps. He had taken great precaution to set this up and he was absolutely adamant it wasn’t going to blow up in his face.

Specifically chosen victims are taken by force to this island, where they are immediately detained and constantly kept in a disorientated state to heighten their fear and weaken their mentality. During this period, they are also broken down physically, with Chinese torture methods favoured by the ruthless prison guards. Once the prisoners are broken, they are flown by helicopter and released at another point on the island. The prey are completely stripped of clothes and items and given a good opportunity to try and mastermind an escape. Of course, the prisoners are unaware they are trapped on an isolated island and there is a very remote chance of escape. Boats/ships are prohibited from travelling to and from the island. A radar system is used to track helicopters, which travel to and from the island. This radar system is installed within an underground prison. Surveillance cameras are installed around the entire border of the island, ensuring that if the prey reaches this border, they can be tracked immediately and re-captured. Of course, this island was different to anything elsewhere on the planet, this was a professional crime organisation which specialised in human trafficking and because of the dedication of the people involved and the money they had invested, mistakes would never happen and nothing could possibly go wrong. This meant that slaves would never escape, no matter how ingenious their escape attempts were. Everything was painstakingly mapped and monitored, and you can bet your life if you ended up a prisoner here, it would be the final place you ever visited on Earth.

The organisation itself specialised in more than just snuff, they also made money from selling young men and women to rich Count and Countesses all over the world to be kept as sex slaves in private mansions. It was amazing what money could buy; you could purchase a young male or female for Ł25,000 and do whatever you wanted to them. Whether that be keep them holed in your basement forever, or have them killed slowly for your sexual gratification. There was no limit on how cruel the human race was; fortunately the majority of the public are kept unaware and misinformed. Many dictators in harsh countries are also believed to have kept prisoners as torture slaves for their own amusement. Former Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein is believed to have been caught on camera having the soles of his feet licked clean by two Western prisoners, one an English male, the other a Canadian female. Afterwards, both of these prisoners were beheaded on camera and sold on DVD’s in the local markets. Iraqi people lusted after torture videos, especially those with English or American victims in them. Countries deemed friendly and safe were also torture havens, such as Sweden, Norway, Belgium, France and Slovakia.

The island is completely surrounded by North Atlantic water. A very unpredictable ocean filled with sharks and killer whales as well as the remains of thousands of people, killed in the most dangerous blood sport on Earth. There is equipment on the island, which is used to measure the possibility of an Earthquake or Tsunami occurring. There are plans to build a reinforced steel dome around the entire island to avoid a flood.

To be continued…