Unleashed: the Final Fight Begins
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 3: The Trap
A blur of black against the multicolored hallway. A bubble of blood burst on my lips, one heart beat, a widening of my eyes, it takes seventy milliseconds, 0.07 seconds, for light to arrive at the eye and the brain to process it, then about two hundred milliseconds, 0.2 seconds, for the brain to react, fifty milliseconds, 0.05 seconds, for the nerve pulse to travel to the hand, add another one hundred milliseconds, 0.1 seconds, for the hand to move the three inches needed to protect myself, meant that my hand hadn’t even moved three inches when Rob arrived.
It also meant that Rob had no chance to register the thin wires across the entrance, let alone avoid them. Three wires, a high one at head height, a middle one at chest height, and a low one at thigh height. I had embedded the spiked ends in the metal wall. It would only work if Rob didn’t know about it. Zer and I didn’t know for sure, but we suspected that someone would help him, so if they knew or suspected what I did, he wouldn’t have run. Further, if he hadn’t lost his composure and instead run slower, he might have found them, then cut me to pieces.
I figured this plan had a twenty-five percent chance of success. Zer thought ninety. Neither one of us felt we had any chance if I wore clothes. As usual, I should have trusted Zer, which I guess I did, because I bet my life on her plan. We needed the audience to focus on my teenage body, my nipples, my cunt, and my ass, instead of the corner edges and the wire. This plan wouldn’t have worked if the camera had swept the dead end like it usually did instead of focusing on me.
Rob slowed as he approached, not enough, as he still hit the cables with enough force to drive the highest one deep into his jaw, which split his mouth, and embedded in his cervical vertebra. The middle one wrapped around his chest and cut into his arm. The low one cut through the thigh muscle in his leg, and halfway through his thigh bone. They didn’t kill him, and he lived as his body flew.
The wires ripped out of the wall, and metal shavings cut my left ear, forehead, right cheek, and right eye. I didn’t notice, though I did have time to close my eyes.
His rapier missed my head by inches, bent, sparked along the metal wall, and then, as the metal straightened, flew out of the maze and disappeared in the glow of the ceiling.
His body, wrapped in wire, hit and shattered my right shoulder and the wall beside me. The impact made a loud enough sound to blow out my right eardrum. The sudden stop didn’t kill him, but it must have shredded his soft organs and smashed his brain into his skull.
Rob didn’t scream, and I couldn’t, as blood blocked my throat. I could barely get enough oxygen to stay conscious.
He crumbled on the floor beside me, his head beside my right leg, his eyes open. They darted around with no focus. He looked ridiculous with his head turned, his right ear against the ground, his shoulders on the ground, his hips high, his legs under his body, and his arms sprawled to the sides, palms up, and fingers bent. He looked like an obscene yogi, twisted into an impossible position.
I raised my fist and smashed it down on Rob’s head, crushing his face, obliterating all his features. Blood splattered the wall, my chest, and leaked onto the concrete. His teeth spun across the floor, his eyeball rolled out, and white brain matter flew as high as the overhead lights.