The Country Club:

Ladies’ Night

Tim Miller

Copyright © 2016 Tim Miller

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Cover Models: Mel Heflin and Jake Carver

Chapter 1

Derek sat in the waiting room for almost an hour. It was an office in downtown Dallas. The job wasn’t an office job, however. The job was for a private security gig. He was amazed they’d granted him an interview. Since he’d gotten back from Iraq, he’d had more than a few legal problems.

His wife had divorced him while he was deployed. During his time in the Marines he’d seen more than his share of death and carnage. Some of that came home with him. The nightmares never ended, nor did the flashbacks. Like many veterans, he sought comfort at the bottom of the bottle. After a few DUI’s and an assault charge, he was nearly unemployable.

Originally upon discharge, he’d wanted to be a police officer, but his personal problems quickly eliminated that possibility. Then he found this ad on craigslist. Didn’t even have much listed. It simply said private company in need of security. Discretion a must. He went to the website and filled out the application, and here he was.

Finally, the door opened and a tall Latina woman stepped inside. She was wearing a pair of black slacks and a blazer. Her long black hair hung down over her shoulders as she sat behind her desk.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Davis. I looked over your resume. Pretty impressive.”

“Thank you umm…Miss….”

“Gonzalez. Camila Gonzalez.”

“Thank you Miss Gonzalez.”

“Let me tell you about our organization,” she continued. “It’s not located here. It’s a private facility, very exclusive, and our members are women only. What goes on in there is incredibly private.”

Derek’s first thought was this was some kind of kinky sex club. He supposed that wouldn’t be the worst thing. He didn’t really care. A job was a job.

“There are harsh consequences for breaking any confidentiality agreement. But I reviewed your resume and your record. It sounds like you’ve run out of places to go. Am I right?”

The question caught him off guard. What all did she find out?

“Yeah. In a way. I’ve had some troubles.”

“But you’ve been sober for almost a year. Correct?”

What the fuck?

“Um yes. Is that a normal question?”

“It is for us. Look, Mr. Davis, I’m not going to bullshit you. This is a tough job. These women are very wealthy and powerful, and when they ask for something it needs to be done yesterday. Do you understand?”

“Yeah. Totally.” Great, a bunch of rich chicks on power trips. Then again, the job sounded like glorified babysitting.

“Ok. Good. The job pays $100,000 a year, to start, plus bonuses. Any breach of confidentiality or poor performance and there are harsh consequences.”

“Um. Ok wow. That’s a lot.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No. Not at all. I just. Wow. Yeah it’s great.”

“Good. Can you start tonight? We’re rather short staffed.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Good. You’ll come back here and ring the buzzer downstairs. A shuttle will pick you up and take you to the location. This will be where you report for work daily. I’m sorry, but like I said, discretion is very important. A similar club existed several years ago and they had some issues, let’s say.”

“Ok. I get it.”

“Good. Now I assume in Iraq you saw some pretty awful things?”

God, this lady doesn’t pull any punches.

“Yeah. I saw some really bad stuff. Really bad.”

“Ok. Then nothing you see here should shock you.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll see tonight. Would you like the job?”

“I guess so. I mean can you tell me more of what I’ll be doing?”

“I’m afraid not. You’ll learn on the job. You won’t make this kind of money anywhere else. That is, if anyone will even talk to you.”

“Right. Yes. I’ll take it.”

“Good. Be here at 7 p.m. Suit and tie.” She stood and shook his hand and stepped out of the office. Derek left, grabbed something to eat and returned a few hours later as he’d been instructed. Once he rang the buzzer, a dark-colored van pulled up. He climbed in the back where there were four other men in suits.

“So, you guys security too?” Derek asked. No one answered, they all looked at each other. The driver was an older black man who looked up at them in the rearview mirror.

“Hey new guy! Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m sorry?”

“No talking! That’s the rules! Now shut up!” the man yelled.

Derek looked at the others who shrugged. An hour later, they pulled into the large compound through an iron gate. The area was surrounded by eight-foot concrete walls. The van came to a stop as the driver put it in park.

“All right. Everyone out! Miss Camila is waiting on you guys!” he yelled. Derek climbed out along with the others as they filed into the front door. Miss Gonzalez was inside, this time wearing a black sequined gown. There were other women standing around. By the way they were dressed, Derek thought he’d arrived at the Oscars.

“Good evening, gentlemen. Glad you all could make it. Derek, you come with me. The rest of you know your posts. Get in position. Our first guests will be arriving shortly.”

She turned and walked down a long hallway. Derek followed along as a lovely blonde walked past them.

“Good evening Melissa, is everything ready?” Camila asked.

“It is. Everyone is in place.”

“Good. This is Derek. He’s one of our new security team.”

“Nice to meet you!” Melissa held out her hand. Derek shook it gently and continued following Camila. They went through a set of double doors and through what looked like a warehouse. This part of the building wasn’t as clean and fancy as the other parts of the house. It was dark and filthy. They reached another set of doors where Camila dug into her purse and took out a set of keys. She opened the next door and into a room where Derek froze before going in.

“What’s wrong?” Camila asked.

“This? What the hell is this?”

Against the wall was a group of large dog cages with several men and women locked inside each one. Each cage had a tag with a number on it.

“This is your job. I told you this was a private club and you’re being paid quite well. On the wall is a cattle prod, in case any of them gives you a problem. You check the number on each tag and take that asset to the corresponding room. If they give you shit, zap them with the cattle prod. There're zip ties in the drawer. Make sure they are secure before taking them out.”

“For what? Why? Is this some weird kink club or something?”

“No honey. This is the Country Club, where every night is ladies’ night.”

Chapter 2

“Do you even know where the fuck you’re going?” Dani Cook asked her friend, Lisa Swearengin.

“Yes, I know. We avoid all the traffic this way.”

The girls were headed to Dallas from Austin. Since it was a Friday night, traffic had been insane. Lisa’d had the brilliant idea to take a shortcut. They’d ended up in the middle of nowhere and it was getting dark.

“The fucking concert will be over by the time we get there,” Dani complained. They were going to see the Deformed Testicles; at least that had been the plan. The band was from Los Angeles but was currently on tour. Dallas was their only Texas stop before moving on to New Orleans.

“Shut up. It doesn’t even start until eleven. It's barely nine. We’ll be there in less than an hour,” Lisa reassured her.

“I hope so. You should have let me drive.”

“Stop being a crybaby.”

They drove in silence for a while. The drive was boring. Nothing but empty fields and ranches with an occasional house and a few horses here and there. Neither of them noticed the large pickup truck behind them, closing in, as its lights were off.

“Does this road ever end? I haven’t seen a turn off anywhere,” Dani said.

“Yeah it ends. In about another mile I’ll turn and get back on the freeway and you’ll see. We bypassed all the traffic. This way is a bit longer but is actually faster.”

“If you say so…” Dani stopped as they were jolted forward by the pickup ramming the bumper of Lisa’s Ford Fusion.

“What the fuck was that?” Dani screamed.

“I don’t know! That asshole rammed our bumper!”

Lisa sped up as the truck closed in again, this time turning on its bright lights, nearly blinding both of them. The truck also had a set of floodlights mounted on top, which flipped on as it rammed them again.

“Speed up!”

“I’m trying! I’m going a hundred now!”

“I’m calling 911!” Dani took out her phone and started to dial but only got the beep! Beep! Beep! Sound indicating there was no signal. “Fuck!”

The truck rammed them again, this time even harder, causing the car to fishtail. Lisa pulled out of it, only to get hit again. This time when they fishtailed the truck hit them again, inside the fender, causing the car to go into a spin. Dani held on and braced herself as the car spun round and round and round until it slammed broadside into a tree on the rear driver’s side.

Everything happened in slow motion as the sound of metal crunching and glass shattering filled the air. Her body whipped back and forth in her seat as out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pickup pulling up nearby. For a moment she thought she could see a man’s face watching as they crashed. As the car continued to crumple Dani wondered if she was about to die. However, this night she wasn’t so lucky.

Dani awoke feeling sore from head to toe. She tried to move but was strapped to a table. Unable to sit up, she tilted her head up to look at herself. She’d been stripped naked, and her body was covered in bruises. Her lip felt puffy and the taste of blood filled her mouth. Vision in her left eye was limited as well; she could only open it partway.

Her legs were pulled apart and strapped to each side of the table. She felt cold and exposed in whatever strange place she was. Her thoughts were foggy and unclear. What had happened? Lisa? Where was Lisa? They were driving and some truck? An accident. She’d been in an accident. Was this a hospital? Why was she strapped down?

The door behind her opened and closed as footsteps sounded behind her. There was a young woman standing there wearing a long black dress that hugged her perfect, curvy body. The woman ran her fingers along Dani’s body, lightly touching her with her fingertips. Long, red hair hung down over the woman’s shoulders as she felt all the way down her legs.

“Hi there. I’m Amelia. You’re a little more beat up than I prefer but in good enough shape.”

“Shape for what?” Dani asked.

“For my purposes. I’ve scheduled some playtime. And you are tonight’s play thing.” Amelia purred, reaching up and cupping Dani’s breasts. The woman’s hands were soft and warm. Dani wasn’t sure if she should be afraid or aroused.

“What is this place? Where am I?”

“It’s a private club.”

“Club? What? Where?”

“No matter.” Amelia pulled her hand away and turned away as she walked over to a table just out of Dani’s view. She removed her dress and placed it onto a hanger just behind the table. Amelia then removed her bra, panties, and heels, placed them into a plastic bag, and put them behind the table near the dress. Then, she draped a plastic tarp over the dress.

“What are you doing? Is this some kind of weird sex thing?” Dani felt like she should be afraid but was more curious at this point. “And where is Lisa?”

“Sex thing,” Amelia said as she walked to a closet on the other side of the room and opened the door. “I guess you could say that. For me, anyway.”

Amelia turned around and was holding a gas powered weed eater. Except, instead of a plastic strip coming out of the end, there was a long wire with small razors on it.

“You like it? I had it customized. They fitted it with this special razor wire. Can cut through almost anything.”

Dani’s curiosity evaporated as full-on terror took over. Immediately she screamed, but her cries were drowned out by the weed eater’s engine as Amelia fired it up. The machine roared to life, and the redhead moved closer and closer to Dani, teasing her with it. Dani tried to move, struggling against her restraints, but it was useless.

Amelia thrust the weed eater in between Dani’s legs, attacking her vagina with the machine. She cried and screamed as pain shot through her entire body. Her body felt as if it were on fire while the weed eater’s blade shredded her womanhood. Chunks of bloody flesh flung about the room. Amelia was unfazed as blood sprayed onto her naked body. Dani twitched and thrashed, closing her eyes and trying to imagine something, anything to take her mind off the terror she was going through now.

Finally, Amelia pulled away and the weed eater’s engine slowed down to a steady purr as she walked around to the side of the table. Dani opened her eyes, but her whole body was shaking.

“What are you doing to me? Please don’t do this. Please!”

Without a word, Amelia revved her machine of death and pressed it against Dani’s right breast. Dani screamed again as red clumps of skin and tissue flung about the room. She felt blood splatter onto her face as she closed her eyes again, continuing to scream but with her mouth closed. Amelia stopped as Dani opened her eyes. There was only a huge red hole where her breast used to be.

Amelia calmly walked around the table and fired up the engine once more to thrust it into her left breast. The razor wire ripped through her breast like an egg beater. Turning it to chunky red pulp in less than a minute. Dani opened her eyes again. By now, Amelia was totally covered in blood. Her nipples blended in with the crimson fluid covering her.

“You have such a pretty face,” Amelia said. “I’ll let you look at it one more time.”  She reached behind her and picked up a mirror, holding it out in front of Dani. She could see in her reflection her lip was split and puffy, and one of her eyes was black and swollen shut. She didn’t want to look at her body and see any more damage. The pain, however was unbearable.

“Please don’t kill me. Please!” Dani pleaded.

Amelia shrugged, put the mirror down, and revved the weed eater one last time, thrusting it against Dani’s face. This made the earlier pain feel like an orgasm by comparison. She couldn’t even scream as she felt the blades tear away her lips, nose and layers of skin. Her face and body suddenly went numb but she could still hear the weed eater. The only true feeling she had was cold. Everything was suddenly so cold as the weed eater continued to roar, but this time it sounded so far away.

Chapter 3

Sophie sat in her cell, lying on the cot looking up at the ceiling. After several years traveling the country with her partner, Brett, the law had finally caught up with them. A few years before, Sophie and several of her friends had been kidnapped by a group that ran a place called The Country Club near Round Rock, Texas. During their stay, they went through some of the most unspeakable torture. To this day, Sophie still blacked it all out.

Brett had been the reporter who reported on the secret club before. He’d arrived with a former Army veteran and they’d managed to destroy the club and kill many of its members. Her friend Crystal had been badly hurt and stayed with another friend. Sophie hadn’t seen or spoke to Crystal since that time. Instead, Brett and Sophie had found information on other clubs like that one, around the country, and began taking out their members and leadership. Many of whom were very rich and powerful people.

Sophie and Brett were arrested in Los Angeles after killing a real estate tycoon just outside of a golf course. Brett had dropped her off and circled around as she came up behind the man and put two bullets into the back of his head. They had scoped the place out pretty thoroughly ahead of time. However, she hadn’t accounted for a group of off-duty police officers coming outside around the same time. They’d drawn their guns and started shooting just as the real estate guy had hit the ground. She dove behind a car, but soon ran out of ammo and hadn’t brought an extra magazine, nor did she want to kill a couple of police. So she dropped the gun and gave up.

Witnesses had described the car that dropped her off and Brett was picked up a few hours later. So, for the past two years she’d been sitting in the county jail while various jurisdictions fought over where and when she would stand trial first. She was suspected of murders of state and federal officials in four states. Granted, she was guilty as hell but those assholes were guiltier. She was taking out the trash. Just because they had money and some government job didn’t shield them from justice. Not her justice anyway. No way the system would ever stop these men. After the horrors she’d experienced in the club and their hands, her crimes were nothing.

No telling what the network who ran the clubs had been up to since she’d been locked up. She hadn’t heard from Brett either. Last she’d heard, he’d been transported to a federal pen up north. In the meantime, she just sat in her tiny cell in limbo. Due to the high profile nature of her crimes, she was kept in solitary, which was fine with her. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with other crazy bitches.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her door slid open. One of the guards stood there glaring at her, expressionless. He was a muscular black man wearing the brown BDU’s all the officers wore. The name “Benton” was over his right breast pocket.

“Sophie. You got a visitor,” he said.

“A visitor? Who?”

“How the fuck would I know? Are you refusing your visit?”

“No! No. I’m coming.” She had no idea who it could be, but she jumped off the cot, slid her shoes on, and followed Officer Benton down the cell block and through a set of doors. They went down a flight of stairs and through another set of doors into the visitation booth. There was a tall man in a suit standing on the other side of the glass. He had thick gray hair and wore a pair of wire rim glasses. The man nodded to her as they both sat at the same time.

Sophie picked up the phone, trying to figure out who this guy was.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Hi Sophie. I’m an admirer of your work.”

“My work? What? Who the fuck are you? And what are you talking about?”

“My name is Mr. White. I heard about what you did to the Country Club in Texas. I also know what you’ve been doing to their membership and infrastructure. You made quite a mess for them.”

Sophie was speechless. No one believed anything she said about the Club. Even her own public defender didn’t want to hear it. If she’d so much as mention it, he’d shut her down entirely. They were doing everything to make her seem delusional. Yet this man somehow knew everything.

“The Country Club? You know about it? Are you one of them? Those are the only assholes who have ever fucking talked about it. One congressman confessed everything before I cut his throat.”

“No. I assure you I’m no part of the Club. I find the whole thing disgusting. I’m part of a small organization that has been trying to shut them down. As you can imagine it’s quite difficult. They are a wealthy and sneaky bunch. Somehow you managed to get under their skin. That’s why I’m here. I’d like you to work for us. I can get you out of here and we can get to work.”

“Organization? What organization?”

“Since you’ve been inside, the Club has expanded significantly. They are going to be much harder to stop. We have the resources, or are getting them so you can do what you need to do.”

“That’s great. You never answered my question. And why did you let me sit here for two years? Had you got me out back then, we could have stopped them from expanding.”

“Ours is a fairly new program. I can’t really explain it all right now.”

“So why should I believe you? For all I know, you’re one of them.”

“Why would they want to get you out?”

“So they can kill me.”

“No. No. That’s now how they work. You’re right where they want you. Locked up, helpless, and everyone thinks you’re a crazy conspiracy nut. So if you want to, you can stay here until you stand trial in four states and then wait to see which one you get executed at. Or, in a few days, I can arrange for your release and we can get you back to work.”

“I need to think about it.” She wasn’t sure about this. If anything, it sounded too good to be true.

“There isn’t anything to think about. You’re either in or you’re out. Which is it?”

“Ok. Fine.” She hoped this wasn’t a mistake, but he was right. At least on the outside if they were shady, she’d have a fighting chance. Sitting in a jail cell she was slowly rotting away. “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent. Go back to your cell and I’ll have you out in no time.”

“Wait! What about Brett?”

“Brett? He’s already joined us. My people are picking him up as we speak.” He hung up the phone, got up, and left the booth. She hung up and watched him through the glass, hoping she hadn’t just made a huge mistake.

Chapter 4

Lisa looked around from inside the cage. It was just large enough for her to sit up inside. The last thing she remembered was her car being rammed by a truck. She had no idea how long she’d been out, or the extent of her injuries. Her body ached all over, but nothing seemed to be broken. She had been stripped naked, and wherever she was, it was cold enough her skin had goosebumps. She pulled her knees to her chest, both to cover herself and to try and warm up.

There were some other cages next to her. Right beside her was a naked man also in a cage. However, there was no sign of Dani.

“Hey,” she said. The man didn’t look up. He sat there with his arms crossed looking at the ground. “Hey! Can you hear me?” she was trying to keep her voice down but kept it just above a whisper. Finally, the man looked up.

“Yeah. I can hear you.”

“I’m Lisa. Who are you? What’s your name?”

“Paul. Paul Geary.”

“Where are we? What the fuck is this?” Lisa was trying to stay calm and not panic. Waking up naked in a cage was unsettling, but she was still in shock from the accident and trying to take everything in before she went into full freak out mode.

“I don’t know. I’ve been here a few days. Every so often they come and drag someone out of here. But they never come back. Then they sometimes bring in new people. I haven’t eaten since I got here. I don’t know what is happening. Guys in suits come and go. No one talks to us.”

“What the fuck? What about my friend? Dani? Have you seen her?”

“Who? No. At least not that I know of. You’re the only girl I’ve seen them bring in last few days. One has been here longer than me. I have no idea how they pick who goes when.”

A door to the large room they were in opened and a young man wearing a suit and a crew cut stepped into the room. He walked along the row of cages looking at each one.

“This guy is new,” Paul said. “Not sure what his deal is.”

“Um, excuse me?” Lisa called out to the man. “Hello? Can you tell me what is going on? Where are we? Is this some kind of jail? Hello? What about my friend? Where is my friend?”

“It’s pointless. They won’t speak to us. I think they killed the others. There’s no other explanation. How or why, I got no idea.”

The suited man opened one of the cages on the end and dragged a man out who began screaming. He tried to struggle but the man in the suit zapped him with a cattle prod. Lisa watched as the man’s whole body went rigid, twitched and gyrated while the suited man tied his wrists with a set of zip ties and dragged him out of the room.

“What the fuck?” she whispered.

“I told ya.”

She looked around the cage, reaching her fingers through trying to work the latch, but there was a padlock securing it shut.

“It’s no use. I’ve tried everything,” Paul said.

Panic finally began swelling up in Lisa. The reality of her predicament was setting in. This was no mistake and no jail. Someone had intentionally run them off the road and kidnapped them. No telling what they’d done to Dani. She didn’t even want to think about it. Part of her wanted to scream but that would be a waste of energy. Something told her she’d be needing all of her energy.

After almost an hour, the door opened again and the suited man came back inside. This time he went right for Lisa’s cage. She scooted back as he unlocked the door and pulled it open, reaching in and grabbing her by the ankle. She tried to kick but his grip was too firm. Once he had her out of the cage, she continued to struggle but saw the cattle prod in his hand, so thought better of it.

“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

The man finally spoke as he struggled with her.

“Stop fighting me, or I’ll zap you with this thing. One way or another you’ll be coming with me.”

She held still as he tied her wrists and pulled her to her feet. He walked her out of the room and down a long hallway.

“Where are we going? What’s going on?”

“Shut up,” he said.

“Seriously? What the fuck is this place?”

“Trust me. You’re better off not knowing. Now be quiet or I’ll zap you.”

She shut up as they went into another large hall. This one beautifully decorated. It looked like the inside of a mansion or deluxe hotel, except all the doors were heavy steel. They got to a door at the end of the hall where the man pushed a button and a buzzer sounded as the door popped open. When she saw the inside of the room, Lisa stopped and screamed.

There was a set of iron shackles hanging from the ceiling and a table filled with various tools and torture devices. This was some kind of torture chamber. She tried to pull away from the man to run, but before she could move, he pressed the cattle prod to her side and sent a jolt of electricity through her body. Her legs gave out, and she toppled to the floor.

As she lay there helpless, the man cut the ties from her wrists, dragged her to the center of the room, lifted her up, and placed each of her wrists into the shackles. After a few moments, the feeling came back into her legs as the man stepped out of the room. Lisa wondered what was about to happen to her. She hoped if they were going to kill her they’d do it quickly. By the looks of the objects on the table, however, that wasn’t likely.

The door buzzed open once again and a young black woman entered the room. She was wearing a red leather body suit and her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked Lisa up and down, smiled and licked her lips.

“Well, hello. You’re probably wondering what is going on,” The woman said. “I’m Ivy. And for the last few hours of your life, you are mine.” Ivy ran a finger along Lisa’s chest as she spoke. “And, I’m afraid, it is all going to hurt like hell.”

Chapter 5

Three days later, Sophie learned Mr. White was a man of his word. She was sitting on her cot reading a magazine when Officer Benton once again stepped inside her cell.

“Let’s go, Sophie. Charges have been dropped,” he said.

“Say what?”

“That’s what I said. I don’t know what strings you pulled or what friends you got, but you’re out.”

“What about the other jurisdictions?”

“Them too. You have no charges and no outstanding warrants. If you want to stay, I’m sure I could arrange it.”

“No. No.” she said as she jumped to her feet. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

She followed Benton into the booking area. He handed her a bag containing her clothing and personal property and showed her to the bathroom. She changed her clothes and came back out. Sophie hadn’t had much property on her when she’d been arrested. Just the clothes on her back, about ten dollars in cash, and her gun, which obviously had been seized.

Another officer had her sign some papers and walked her out to the front lobby. She still couldn’t figure out what exactly had happened or how Mr. White had pulled it off, but she wasn’t about to question it. Once outside, she looked around and shrugged her shoulders.

“Ok. So now what?” she said to no one in particular. As if on cue, a black sedan pulled up as the passenger window rolled down. Another man in a suit was behind the wheel, leaning to the window.

“Sophie, get in,” he said.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Mr. White sent me. Now get in.”

She got in the car and they drove off. The ride was quiet, despite her attempts to get answers.

“So where are we going?” she asked but the man didn’t respond. “How did the charges get dropped? What is this organization?”

“Look,” he said. “I’m not authorized to discuss any of that. Talk to Mr. White. He can tell you whatever he thinks you need to know. In the meantime, I’m just a driver.”

“Fine. You got a name, driver?”

“Kyle. You can call me Kyle, but we’re almost there.”

They pulled up to a large building as Kyle drove them down a ramp and into a parking garage. He parked in a space and they climbed out. She followed him to an elevator they took up to the tenth floor. When they stepped off, the entire floor looked dark and empty. There were a few lights but most of it was open space. Kyle walked her to a single office at the far end where Mr. White was waiting.

His office was fully finished and decorated. He sat behind an oak desk that even had a name plate on top that said “Mr. White.” The floor was covered with tan carpet and two wooden chairs were just across from the desk.

“Sophie! Glad you made it out,” Mr. White said. “Please, have a seat. I apologize for the strange meeting place. I move around a lot for security purposes. We don’t exactly have a headquarters.”

She looked at Kyle who nodded before stepping back out. Sophie sat down in one of the chairs and looked up at Mr. White.

“So, you got me out after all. I’m impressed.”

“It wasn’t easy. Believe me. You’ve pissed more than a few people off.”

“So I’ve heard. How did you do it?”

“One of my computer guys. He hacked into a few systems and deleted your charges. They’ll be reinstated soon but you’re with us now. They won’t be able to touch you. We will give you a new identity. Soon the authorities will think you’re dead, which will give you freedom of movement.”

“Think I’m dead? How?”

“Let’s just say we found someone who looks enough like you. We’ve digitally transplanted your DNA onto her and she’ll be found in the next few days in a burned up automobile. When they run dental records and DNA tests everything will look like it’s you.”

“You what? You killed some girl who looks like me just to give me a new identity?”

“Did I say that? I said we found someone. She was already dead. It was just a matter of switching some things up. Nothing my technicians couldn’t handle. They are quite skilled.”

“Sounds like it. So why do you need me?”

“Because, you know your way around these places; you’ve been inside one. You know what goes on. And you’re not afraid of them. I could hire former special forces guys, but they wouldn’t have your intel on how these clubs operate. Plus, those boys are quite expensive.”

“What is your connection to all this? I mean, I was one of their victims. They killed my friends. So yeah, I want to kill every last one of these cocksuckers. What’s your story?”

“That will have to wait for another time. I will tell you this, as long as you work for us, money will not be an issue for you. You’ll have all of our resources at your disposal. We need you for one specific situation.”

“What situation is this?”

“You blew up the club in Texas. As I told you, since you’ve been in jail they’ve expanded. They’ve built several new clubs plus added this horrid internet service on the dark web.”

“What kind of internet service?”

“You heard about the school shooting in Indiana last year?”

“Yeah, it was all over the news. Some dorky guy went in and shot up a bunch of kids.”

“No. They made it look that way. That was the Suicide Hotline. But, they are a problem for another time. For now, they’ve rebuilt in Texas. Except, this time The Club is a few hours from Dallas, and it’s nearly a fortress. Large concrete walls, motion sensors, and all kinds of other trappings.”

“Fuck. You should have gotten me out sooner.”

“Well, what can I tell you? Some things take time to come together.”

“So what am I supposed to do with this place? Drive a truck full of explosives into the main gate?”

“That’s actually our backup plan. No, this club is different. It’s ladies only. Rich, powerful women.”

“Wow. Ok.”

“So you are going to become a member.”

Chapter 6

Ivy walked around Lisa looking her up and down. Lisa couldn’t tell if she was just fucking with her or actually planned on hurting her. She’d been pacing in circles for almost an hour. What she didn’t know was this was part of her game. Ivy reached up and ran her hands along Lisa’s breasts, leaned in and kissed her, running her tongue along Lisa’s nipple.

Lisa wasn’t bisexual but the touch felt good. Ivy had a gentle touch. Lisa wasn’t sure how to react. Maybe she was only into some kinky bondage and not actually hurting her. Lisa wasn’t sure how to react to Ivy sucking on her nipple. It felt good but she didn’t want it to. Goosebumps formed on her skin as Ivy licked and sucked while running her fingertips down Lisa’s stomach and slid one finger between her legs.

Lisa twitched as Ivy began massaging her clitoris. She closed her eyes, trying to fight it, but juices began flowing as the pleasure overcame her. She rolled her head back, trying to think of something else as her body trembled while Ivy picked up her pace, working her clit faster and faster. Lisa’s eyes rolled back in her head as the climax came hard and quickly, sweeping over her body. She shook as beads of sweat ran down her face.

With her eyes closed as she felt the throes of orgasm, she didn’t notice Ivy grabbing a meat cleaver from the table. She did notice it when Ivy hacked into her forearm sending her from extreme pleasure to ridiculous pain in a split second. Her eyes shot open as she screamed looking at her left arm. The cleaver’s blade was lodged in her bone, just above her wrist as Ivy held her arm at the bicep.

Ivy took another swing and another, hacking through the flesh and bone as blood spurted as Ivy hacked away until it was just hanging but a thread of skin. She ripped the arm away from the remaining piece of flesh, which hurt at least as much as the rest of the chopping had. Ivy then grabbed a rag from the table and tied it around the severed stump in a tourniquet, which didn’t stop the bleeding but slowed it to a steady drip.

The severed hand hung there in the shackle as Lisa’s stump hung freely, not that it helped her. Tears ran down Lisa’s face as she watched Ivy pull the severed hand from the shackle and look at it. Ivy walked directly in front of her and reached down the front of her leather suit. For the first time, Lisa noticed a zipper over Ivy’s crotch. Ivy pulled the zipper from the front to back, opening up the crotch to reveal her glistening pussy. Ivy took Lisa’s severed hand and inserted one of the fingers into her wetness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she teased herself, then removed the hand, and held it up to Lisa’s mouth.

Lisa pinched her lips shut, closed her eyes, and turned her head away.

“Open,” Ivy said softly, but Lisa ignored her. With her other hand, Ivy punched her hard across the side of the face. Lisa saw stars as she blinked, now feeling dazed. “Open!” Ivy said this time more forcefully. Lisa opened her mouth a tiny bit as Ivy shoved Lisa’s own finger on her severed hand into her mouth. She could taste Ivy’s juices, which tasted sweet; under normal conditions she might have even enjoyed it.

“Suck, bitch,” Ivy said. Fearing further torture, Lisa wrapped her lips around the finger and began sucking, or acting like she was, until Ivy was satisfied and pulled it away. Ivy returned the hand in between her legs and erotically grinded her hips against the severed hands as she moaned and sighed. Lisa looked on in both horror and bizarre fascination, temporarily ignoring the dull, throbbing pain in her stump. Ivy worked her hips faster and faster until she was orgasming.

Ivy moaned and cried out as she came, her whole body tensed and twitched for over a minute before she calmed down and her breathing returned to normal. She took a deep breath and tossed the hand aside, before zipping her pants back up and adjusting her hair.

“There, now we’ve both fingered each other. Felt good didn’t it?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I enjoy it. And you’re mine. I paid for you.”

“Paid who?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Ivy picked up a strap from the table with a set of metal clasps. She walked behind Lisa and wrapped it around her mouth. Lisa jerked her head and screamed but Ivy fastened it around the back of her head. She reached up and affixed each of the four clasps around the corners of Lisa’s mouth, and then cinched the strap tight, which stretched Lisa’s mouth open. Lisa screamed as her mouth was now stuck wide open.

Ivy walked to the table and picked up a small drill.

“I’m not gonna bullshit you,” she said. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.” As she shoved the drill into Lisa’s mouth, drilling into one of her molars. The drill whirred as the drill dug through the tooth’s enamel and into the root, striking the nerve. Lisa howled in pain as the coppery taste of her own blood filled her mouth. Ivy pulled the drill back and began on another tooth. Lisa continued to scream and tried to flail at Ivy, striking her weakly with her stump which Ivy ignored.

After drilling through several more teeth, Ivy set the drill down and looked Lisa over. Blood ran down her chin as Lisa sobbed, her mouth still stuck open.

“Damn girl, you’re a mess,” Ivy said as she picked up the drill again and lifted Lisa’s eyelid. Lisa screamed again as the drill whirred as Ivy slowly moved it closer and closer to her eyeball. Lisa helplessly tried to struggle until the tip of the drill bit touched her eyeball, puncturing the sclera as milky fluid squirted all over her face and onto Ivy’s leather. Ivy removed the drill as Lisa’s whole body continued to tremble.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Lisa screamed as Ivy reached up and lifted her other eyelid, Lisa struggled again as Ivy ran the drill into the other eye. Lisa kicked and thrashed as Ivy pulled away and watched as Lisa tried looking around.

“Oh my God! I can’t see! I can’t see! Please! Help me! I can’t see!”

Ivy ignored her as she picked up a power saw and revved the motor just inches from Lisa’s face.

“What is that? What are you going to do?” Lisa screamed as Ivy reached up and ran the drill along the top of Lisa’s head. Once again she screamed as blood trickled down her forehead. She ran the drill all the way around and turned it off. Lisa shook and twitched, still trying to look around.

“What did you do? What’s happening?”

Ivy pulled on Lisa’s hair on the top of her head as the top of her skull popped off. She sat it on the table looking up at the exposed brain.

“What is that? What are you doing?” Lisa blinked her eyes repeatedly but everything remained black, though her eyelids felt sticky from the milky fluid still oozing from her eye sockets. Ivy picked up an ice pick from the table and began poking at Lisa’s brain. She thrust the ice pick through one spot and pulled it out. She thrust it into another spot and then another as if she were poking a pin cushion. As she poked holes into Lisa’s brain, Lisa began to see stars in her darkness as well as visions of different colors and shapes. Her speech was slurred as she continued talking.

“Wha err yu do ug? Wha haffening to me?

Ivy kept poking until she grew bored, listening to Lisa jabber away. Soon Lisa wasn’t even making any sense. Her sounds were random noises and cackles as Ivy picked up a knife and began carving chunks out of the brain until Lisa stopped moving completely.

Chapter 7

Sophie sat on the couch watching the other rich bitches mingle around her. Sophie also wasn’t Sophie anymore. Mr. White had given her a new name, Laura Camp. She wasn’t sure who came up with that, or why, but Laura it was. They still wouldn’t tell her where Brett was, other than he was on an assignment. Since he used to be a reporter, maybe they had him investigating something. No telling with these people.

Mr. White had given her an invite to some party, full of rich snobs. She didn’t have the first clue how she was supposed to join one of these Country Clubs. It’s not like you could just go sign up online. He’d told her to attend the party and make friends. They’d flown her out to Dallas and set her up in her own house, giving her a BMW to drive. She’d hung out for several weeks just getting acclimated to her new surroundings. She was kind of liking acting like a rich person.

As she thought about her shopping sprees and other recent adventures as “new money” a beautiful Hispanic woman approached her. Laura stood and shook her hand.

“Hi, I’m Camila. So glad you could make it.”

“Thank you. I’m Laura.”

“Great to meet you. So Barry told me a lot about you. Said your startup really took off last year?”

Who the fuck is Barry? Mr. White had briefed her on her cover story but apparently left out a few details.

“Oh yeah. Barry tends to exaggerate. But yeah. It wasn’t last year, we launched three or four years ago. Who knew, all from a silly iPhone and Android app?”

“Yeah, I have a few friends who did well with those. Did you develop it yourself?”

“No. I’m a computer idiot mostly. It was my idea. Then I hired a team of developers, using my savings to get us started, and managed to get a couple investors. My team designed the app, which is really just a silly game. Instead of launching birds at pigs, you launch bowling balls at buildings and try to knock the building down. It’s addictive as hell. They can buy coins to power up and launch bigger items all the way up to a rocket or wrecking ball. So yeah, it's gotten crazy.”

“Yeah, I’ve played it. It really is addictive,” Camila said as she brushed her jet black hair aside. It was hard to believe a woman so charming and stunning could be behind something as horrific as the Country Club, but here she was. Laura had to remember that. This woman was pure evil. “So let me introduce you to some folks.”

Camila walked her around and met several ladies, all dressed in expensive dresses, all independently wealthy. Several weren’t even married. More than a few were widows, which had Laura wondering, especially with as young as some of them were. One woman stood out to her, this stunning black woman named Ivy. Something about her was just captivating. Mainly the way she talked. Her voice was almost hypnotic.

“So great to meet you,” Ivy said. “I love that dress. Who made it?”

Laura had to make up a story on the fly about having it custom made. It was a good thing she had gotten good at bullshitting over the past several years while on the run. She was literally making shit up as she went along. Ivy told her all about the chain of car dealerships she owned throughout the Dallas area. She and her husband had started them up. He apparently had wanted to sell them once they grew. She wanted to expand and open several more. He wanted to sell them and travel. Unfortunately, he died of a heart attack one day.

Ivy had kept the company and opened her other dealerships. She now had a dozen locations and raked in millions a year. From listening to her, it sounded like Ivy had been the brains and backbone of the company from the start. He had the connections to get investors, but once they got started, he was quickly in over his head.

“Wow, that’s really amazing,” Laura said. “So you run everything by yourself?”

Ivy smiled brightly.

“Not totally. My sister helps a lot with the bean counting and things. I’m still very hands-on though. I visit each dealership at least once a week and check in with the managers to make sure things are going smoothly. It’s tough out there. You take your eyes off the road for a minute and someone will come take you out.”

“I bet. Sounds cutthroat.” Laura almost cringed at her use of the word, but she wasn’t supposed to know about any of that just yet. Though she wondered what kind of role Ivy played at the club, if any. She seemed so elegant and soft spoken.

“Oh it is. But despite my appearance I can be a real cunt when I have to. So I do pretty well.”

“That’s great!”

“So how do you know Camila?” Ivy asked.

“Oh through Barry.”

“Yeah! Barry! He’s great. He’s brought a lot of us together.”

Laura decided she needed to find out just who the hell Barry is.

“Yeah, that’s amazing,” Laura said as Camila walked up. Ivy stepped away as Camila and Laura chatted for a while. She told Laura how she’d started her own law firm several years ago. She started off doing criminal and family law and then took some personal injury cases. Over time, the personal injury cases paid so well she dropped the others and focused on that. Now she ran the second largest personal injury firm in Dallas. Her husband had also helped her start her firm, and he had died in a car accident a year after their firm had opened.

As they talked, Laura was careful not to drink too much wine. She took a few sips here and there, and when Camila wasn’t looking she dumped most of it in a plant before getting a refill. She wanted to look like she was having a good time without getting drunk and saying something stupid. One wrong word and these bitches would have her strapped to a table in their new club. No way was she going to let that happen.

Once the party ended, Camila and Laura exchanged numbers. Camila told her there was another get-together in a few days and she’d be letting her know. After she arrived at her home, she took out the cell phone Mr. White had left her and called.

“So how’d it go?” Mr. White asked.

“Fine I guess. Who the hell is Barry?”

“Oh Barry! He’s a former club organizer. Well, he still is, technically, he’s also working with us.”

“You mean like a double agent?”

“Something like that, yes. You find anything out?”

“Just hung out with this Camila chick, met a bunch of other ladies and then Camila said she’d call me about another get together next week.”

“Good! Good! Sounds like you made a great impression. I knew you would.”

“Yeah I had to bullshit a lot. Hopefully I won’t forget the crap I told them.”

“I’m sure you did fine.”

“I was hoping they’d mention the club or invite me in.”

“Oh not on the first time. They’re getting to know you and they like you. You’re tough, like them, and they can see that.”

“Good. I just hope no one recognizes me. My face was all over the news a few years ago.”

“Yes but you look different now. Your hair was much shorter than and you were well…how should I put it? Rougher looking.”

“Well thanks.”

“It’s really a compliment. You’d been on the run for a while. You clean up quite nicely.”

“Whatever. Hey. So what do I do if they ask how I know Barry or ask me shit about him? I never heard of the guy.”

“I really can’t tell you too much about him. We need to protect him”

“I get that but they think I know him. What if they ask?”

“Do what you did tonight. Tell them bullshit. Goodnight Laura,” he said as he hung up. She tossed the phone onto the bed and slipped out of her dress. Heading into the bathroom, she started a bath in her large tub. At least if she had to act rich she should enjoy herself a tiny bit. No telling if or when this job was going to get her killed.

Chapter 8

After several weeks on the job, Derek was starting to get the hang of it. Working at the club wasn’t overly difficult. All he had to do was herd people in and out, luckily he didn’t have to clean up. They had other crews for that. He had no idea where they found those guys. The cleanup guys were all pale and sullen as if they hadn’t seen the sun in years. They didn’t talk either.

It took him a few days to stop throwing up. The first night was the worst. When he saw what those women did to those people. At first he was terrified, it took every ounce of strength in him to not turn and run away. He knew the place was well fortified and acting like that would only get him killed. No wonder it paid what it did. He remembered Camila warning him about severe consequences for breaking the rules. Derek didn’t even want to imagine what those consequences consisted of.

Most nights were fairly quiet. Other than the screams coming from the various rooms, you wouldn’t think anything was going on at all. Members arrived, went to their rooms and did their thing. Most left shortly after, but others hung out in the lounge and mingled. The lounge was more like a small nightclub. There was even a live band some nights.

Derek wasn’t sure which shocked him more, the amount of brutal savagery these women were capable of, or the sheer volumes of alcohol they could consume. Either way, any illusions he’d previously had about women being the weaker sex went out the window in that first week. The only night any of them acted off was when Mr. Black came to visit. He apparently ran the place, or was in charge of the people who ran the place.

Camila had been running around barking at everyone to get the place cleaned and organized. She also ordered Derek to prepare one of the “assets” as she liked to call them. It took him a bit to not look at them as people. He’d killed plenty of people in Iraq and had done his best to compartmentalize it in his head. By thinking of them as the enemy, they weren’t human to him. They were trying to kill him, so he had to kill them first. It was the same with these assets. If he didn’t do his job, he’d be killed. No way was he going to be strapped to one of those tables and torn apart.

Derek walked into the holding room and knelt down, opening one of the cages and grabbing one of the men who had been locked down there for over a week. He wasn’t sure why they’d been holding onto him, but the guy had been there too long as far as Derek was concerned. He was tired of hearing the guy’s begging and pleading all day. There had been some new assets added in since the previous day.

He opened the door to the sound of screaming and wailing. When he opened the cage, he grabbed the man by the hair and dragged him from the cage. The man tried to struggle but was weak from being underfed and cooped up for so long. Derek punched him in the ribs several times, which was enough to weaken the man. He placed the zip ties around his wrists and pulled him to his feet.

“Please don’t do this!” the man said. “You can’t do this! We’re not just animals. I’m a person! We’re people! My name is Paul. Paul Geary! I have a family. I have a girlfriend and we have a little boy together. I’m sure they miss me. I bet the police are looking for me right now!”

Derek ignored him as he dragged him by the arm to one of their larger suites on the first floor. This one wasn’t located with the other rooms. It was a VIP suite Derek hadn’t seen used before. When he stepped inside, he saw it was much larger than the other rooms. There was a large table in the center just like the others. This one however, had not just a table with various instruments, but also a mini kitchen along the wall, a mini bar and various pots, pans and cooking utensils.

“What’s going on? What’s going to happen to me?” The man cried as Derek strapped him to the table. Once he got the man strapped down he turned to walk out of the room but the man continued begging.

“Please! Say something! I’ve seen you coming and going for days! You’re about to kill me and you won’t even talk! Why? Why?”

Derek finally shrugged.

“I got nothing to say, man. This is just a job for me.”

“Are they going to hurt me bad? Will I die quick at least? At least tell me that!”

“You are going to feel more pain than you ever thought possible. Trust me,” Derek said and turned and left the room. As he returned to the main hall, Camila was there talking to a young man wearing a suit. The man reminded him of Christian Bale in American Psycho. Young, handsome, with far too perfect and too chiseled features. The man flashed Derek a smile and extended his hand.

“Derek!” Camila said. “This is Mr. Black, he’s the one who got our club going! He came to pay us a personal visit. Isn’t that amazing!”

“Yes. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Derek lied. Other than that he was some kind of boss he knew nothing about the man.

“Thank you, Derek. Same for you. Camila speaks quite highly of you. I review all of the new hires, and as you can imagine some don’t work out quite so well. Separation from our organization is a bit of a painful process,” Mr. Black said with a smirk. “But that is why I’m lucky to have Camila here. She has a good eye for talent. We’ve only ever had a couple of problems under her leadership here.”

“So if I may ask, sir,” Derek began before he could stop himself. “What is your role here? I thought Camila ran the club.”

Mr. Black looked at her and then back at Derek.

“You are correct. I guess you’d say she’s like the club manager. I’m her boss. She reports to me, I supervise this and other parts of the organization. That’s about all you need to know, though. Maybe she didn’t tell you but we don’t ask a lot of questions around here. So I’ll forgive this one.”

Derek swallowed hard. While Mr. Black was pleasant enough there was also something terrifying about the man.

“So,” Mr. Black said. “Enough with the small talk. It’s been awhile since I got my hands dirty. Do you have something for me?”

“Yes, Mr. Black. Derek will take you to your room. I saw to everything myself.”

“Excellent. After you, Derek.”

Derek turned and led Mr. Black down the hall and to his private suite. When they stepped inside, Paul was there but had stopped screaming at least. He was now just crying and blubbering. Mr. Black looked around, examined the mini kitchen and looked over the pots and pans. He looked at the man strapped to the table and turned to Derek.

“Well done,” he said.

“Thank you, sir. Will you be needing anything else?”

“No, other than your company.”

“Excuse me?” Up till now, Derek had never been present during the actual killings, only the before and after.

“Your company. I’d like you to stay and watch. I know you guys normally just tie people to the table and then come clean up after. I want you to see what goes on here. See what we do.”

“Um…wh—“ Derek had begun to ask why, but remembered his warning about questions. “Er, I mean, yes sir. I’ll stay if you’d like.”

“Great. You know I used to work at a club too when I was young. I worked my way up. You can do the same if you work hard, keep your nose clean and don’t piss off the wrong people. The wrong people being myself or Camila. Impress us and good things can happen.” Mr. Black removed his suit coat while putting on the heavy apron, gloves and goggles.

“Yes sir.”

“Great.” Mr. Black picked up a butcher knife. “Let’s get started.”

Chapter 9

By her fourth party in as many weeks, Laura was feeling more and more comfortable around the wealthy women. They grew more comfortable with her as well, despite her awkwardness. They wrote her off as new money. While some of the others were new money, Laura gave off the aura of a girl who had an idea that blew up before she had any idea what she had. Which wasn’t entirely false. Except she didn’t actually own any company except on paper.

Mr. White’s people actually created the app for her and on paper, she was as legit as anyone else there. Her bank accounts, gold cards and even her home were all hers on paper if anyone went digging. It was as if Sophie had completely ceased to exist, and had been replaced by the wealthy Laura Camp. The best development was that Camila had begun opening up to her in their wine-fueled conversations.

“So what do you like to do for fun? I mean since I have all this money, I can buy and do anything,” Laura began. “I hate to sound spoiled, but I’m bored. I’ve traveled the world, I have everything I could ever want and I’m still young! What do you girls do for fun? I mean is this it?”

Camila smiled as she took a sip of her drink.

“Well I like to fuck,” she said.

“God, who doesn’t? When I was in Europe, oh my God I was such a whore,” Laura had thought this story out well ahead of time. She was tired of the parties and wanted to see some doors open.

“Oh tell me about it,” Camila said. “Why do you think I’m bi? No one eats pussy like a girl. But, I also like it rough. Like, I like to give it rough.”

Laura cocked an eyebrow.

“Really? Just how rough?”

“Let’s just say, I’m fucking ruthless.”

“Oh I don’t know. I can be pretty rough too,” Laura said.

Camila smiled.

“We may have to test that theory.”

Less than an hour later, they were in Camila’s bedroom. Laura had never considered herself bisexual, though she’d experimented. She found Camila both beautiful and sexy, yet repulsive at the same time. It would seem fucking her was going to be a necessary evil. Laura wasn’t entirely sure how they ended up there. Before she knew what was happening, Camila was leading her to the room by the hand. Laura just went with it. If this was what it took to get inside, she’d do it.

The two women kissed wildly as they ripped each other’s clothes off. Once she was naked, Camila shoved Laura onto the bed. Laura lay back as Camila crawled in between her legs, hovering over her and kissing her again as she kissed down her neck. It actually felt good until she started biting. At first the bites were gentle, but got rougher. Laura cried out at first, but held it in. She didn’t want to come off as weak.

Camila worked down her neck, and sucked on Laura’s nipples. She sucked and kissed before clamping down with her teeth. Laura felt Camila’s teeth break skin as blood dripped down her breasts. Camila leaned up and lapped it up as she continued biting and kissing along both breasts. And the odd feeling of pain and pleasure swept over Laura as Camila made her way in between her legs and began licking her pussy.

She expertly licked Laura’s labia as Laura felt her juices flowing. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Camila began licking her clit and flicking it with her tongue, causing Laura’s body to tremble. She was getting close to orgasm as the waves of pleasure swept over her right before Camila bit onto her clitoris. Laura’s eyes shot open as Camila chewed on the pink button, pulling it with her teeth. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt a lot.

Laura bit her lip to keep from screaming, not out of pleasure but the intense pain. She tried to pretend she was enjoying it as Camila continued to bite and tug with her teeth. Unable to hold it anymore, Laura cried out trying to make it sound like an orgasm. Camila continued licking and biting, letting up as Laura bucked and kicked until Camila let up, smiling. Laura looked up and watched the droplets of blood dripping down her chest as Camila climbed up and began kissing Laura.

Deciding to return the favor, Laura flipped her over and chomped down on Camila’s breast. Camila moaned as Laura drew blood and watched it run down her chest as she chewed onto her other nipple. Once the blood was flowing, Laura cupped Camila’s tits and smeared the blood all over her chest, inserting a finger into Camila’s mouth and let her suck on it. Camila sucked her own blood, moaning softly as Laura began rubbing Camila’s clit as she sucked the blood from Laura’s finger.

Laura moved in between Camila’s legs and began licking and bit down onto her labia, pulling and tugging as the flaps of flesh as Camila ground her hips against Laura’s face. Laura began licking her clit, sucking it and biting it hard. Camila cried out in obvious pleasure as Laura bit harder and harder, trying to see where Camila’s limit was, but she apparently didn’t have one. Laura stopped when she tasted blood in her mouth, continuing to lap it up.

Camila moaned and cried out as her body shook. Laura kept biting and licking until Camila’s breathing slowed and body grew still. Laura went to her knees and looked down at herself. Both women were covered in blood. It was oddly erotic while terrifying at the same time. She curled up next to Camila who suddenly grew gentle. Putting her hand on Laura’s face as they kissed.

Camila’s bloody hand stroked Laura’s hair as she smiled.

“That was amazing,” Camila said.

“Yeah, it was,” Laura lied.

“So was that the kind of fun you’ve been looking for?”

“Oh yeah. At least it’s a start.”

“Good. Let me tell you about my club.”

Chapter 10

Derek watched as Mr. Black walked up and down, looking Paul over as he held the large knife in his hand. Finally, he reached up to Paul’s chest and began carving at his pectoral. Paul screamed through the ball gag as Mr. Black carved through the layers of flesh, fat and muscle while blood ran down Paul’s stomach in a heavy stream.

Paul wasn’t the most muscular guy and his chest was a bit on the flabby side. Yellow globs of fat dripped off the chunk of meat as Mr. Black placed it onto a plate. He walked over to the kitchenette as Derek continued staring at Paul and the now gaping hole in his chest. Paul was sobbing and still trying to scream through the ball gag.

Mr. Black sat the meat on the counter and sliced away the outer layer of skin and trimmed off some of the excess fat and tossed it aside before placing it into a pan on top of one of the burners. Reaching into the cupboard, he pulled out a bottle of olive oil and some seasonings as he turned on the stove. Within a minute the meat was sizzling. Mr. Black poured some of the oil onto the meat and sprinkled the seasonings across as it continued cooking.

The smell hit Derek’s nose and at first it smelled delicious, and then he remembered just what was cooking. The whole thing made him want to vomit, but he didn’t think Mr. Black would take kindly to that. He wasn’t sure why the man wanted him there other than for an audience.

Mr. Black turned over the meat several time as it cooked until it was golden brown. The top was darker brown from whatever seasoning he’d put on it. He then removed another bottle and poured the thick, brown liquid over the meat.

“This is my own barbecue sauce. I have my own recipe for it. So you won’t find it in any stores. It was made just for enhancing the taste of human flesh,” Mr. Black said.

“Wow. That’s um, interesting sir.”

“Yeah. I always liked cooking. I don’t get a lot of time with my job. But I come here and this is like my escape. Usually I have one of the girls join me, but it’s nice to have another guy to hang with too. You know?”

“Yes sir. I suppose so.”

“Good!” Mr. Black took a fork and sliced a chunk of meat away, covered in the sauce and handed the fork to Derek. “Here you go. Try that.”

Derek looked over at Paul and back to Mr. Black.

“I uh. I think I’ll pass. No thank you.”

“What for?”

“Well. I’m not…I mean. Not to be disrespectful sir. I know you’re a powerful man. I just I can’t eat that. I can’t eat a person.” Derek couldn’t believe he was having this conversation.

“Why? Look how I prepared it. It’s not like I’m asking you to rip his bicep off the bone with your teeth.”

“Yes sir. I know I…”

“You what?”

“I can’t…”

“Yeah. You said that already. Tell you what, Derek? Right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok, Derek. You want to act like a little bitch, maybe you need a slight reassignment in your job.”

“Sir?”

“You’re obviously not suited for this job. You see what we do here? Now you’re being all bitchy. ‘Oh I can’t eat human meat,’” he mocked. “You eat beef?”

“Yes sir.”

“You think a cow doesn’t feel any pain? You think you’re better than me because I like to eat people once in a while?”

“No, I…”

“Shut up when I’m talking to you! Now you can keep being a little bitch and maybe, just maybe, I won’t have you strapped to a table in a room. Maybe I’ll demote you down to clean up. Or working the incinerator downstairs. Nice and warm down there. Now, I cooked you a nice meal here and you are sitting here shitting all over my hospitality!”

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be rude,” Derek said as the knot in his stomach grew tighter. He reached up, taking the fork, and took the bite. To his surprise, it was better than he thought. The barbecue sauce tasted sweet yet spicy at the same time. The meat was tender, and juices burst into his mouth with each bite. Mr. Black looked on waiting on a response.

“Well?”

“It’s, uh good.” Derek said. Despite the taste, part of him still wanted to throw up.

“So you like it?”

Not wanting to test Mr. Black’s rage any further.

“Uh yeah. It’s really good.”

“Excellent!” Mr. Black clapped his hands, picked up the knife and walked back over to Paul. “You eat that one. I’ll make another for myself,” he said as he began cutting through Paul’s other pectoral. Paul thrashed and tried to scream as he cut away the meat, cooked and dressed it just like the first one. He walked them over to a small table in the corner where Mr. Black dug in.

“I’ve always thought of opening my own restaurant,” he said. “You know. Like the meat supplied by the club here. No one would know. We’d butcher them here, prepare the meat and ship it off. It would look just like regular beef. Except it tastes way better. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Derek was slowly working his way through the meat. It tasted good at least, but he was having trouble reconciling the fact he was eating human flesh. Mr. Black dug in as if it was the first meal he’d had in months. After a few bites he looked up.

“I have my own wine cellar at home. Been collecting them for years. Some very old and expensive. I could serve those with the meat, for a premium price. Really adds to the flavor with the right one. With the barbecue sauce, I think a beer goes better with it, personally.”

“That sounds really interesting, sir.”

“Right?”

“So why don’t you open one?”

“What? A restaurant?” He waved his hand dismissively. “The key to our organization is to operate in private, in the shadows. Not right out in broad daylight serving human beings to the general public. Too risky. Besides, I’d rather leave it for the elite, the people within our own little society.”

“Why not just add a small restaurant to the lounge here? They already got a bar and all that.”

Mr. Black’s eyes lit up as he shook his fork toward Derek.

“What a great idea! See? I knew you were a smart guy. I may just look into that.” He took another bite. “See? Not so bad. Just two guys hanging out having a steak together. Doesn’t get much better than that, does it?”

Chapter 11

Laura tried not to freak out her first night at the club. Part of her couldn’t believe it was happening. She tried to push back her memories of being held hostage in one of the clubs and the horrors she’d experienced. Now, she was going in as a member. She’d called Mr. White to fill him in on what was happening.

“That is excellent! I knew you could do it,” he said.

“So what do I do? What if they want me to torture someone? That’s their crazy rules. You have to kill someone.”

“I know. Unfortunately, you’ll have to follow through.”

“What? What do you mean? Why?”

“You’ll have to kill someone. You can do it quickly if you prefer. Maybe cut an artery so they bleed out and act like it was an accident. At least it’s merciful.”

“I can’t do that!”

“How many people did you kill while on your little rampage?” Mr. White asked, referring to her and Brett chasing down other club members and leaders.

“That’s not the same! These people were murderers! I can’t kill an innocent person.”

“Look, I understand your dilemma. But your first visit, they will bring you there and probably blindfold you. It will take you several visits, but we need you to study the layout, the members and their security. So you’ll have to go many times and act like a member. Once we have the information we need, we can take the place down. I know it seems awful, but this is how we’ll save lives in the long run.”

Laura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Sadly, he was right. She could hardly go in there alone and take them all on herself. If she acted weird or refused, she’d end up back on one of their tables. No, that couldn’t happen. She hung up and waited until a black BMW pulled up to her home. She walked outside and saw a woman with sandy brown hair behind the wheel. Laura paused before getting in.

“Who are you? Where is Camila?”

“I’m Amelia. I’m a friend of Camila’s. She asked me to pick you up.”

Laura looked around, unsure if it was some kind of trap.

“It’s ok. I’ve been a club member for a few years. If you change your mind, it’s no big deal. The club isn’t for everyone. Camila thought you’d fit right in, but I’m starting to wonder.”

Laura slowly got in on the passenger side and closed the door. Amelia handed her a black cloth.

“Put this on. It’s just a pillowcase. I’m sorry, but it’s the rule. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tie you up. All new guests have to be blindfolded.”

Laura took a deep breath and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t liking all the control she was giving up. Even in jail she’d had some say over what happened to her and her body. She was able to defend herself. At least her hands weren’t bound. If they wanted to tie her up, the whole thing was off.

Once it was in place, she felt the car start to move. As they drove, Amelia tried to make some kind of conversation.

“From what Camila told me about you, I know you’ll love this. I’m not even kidding. Anything goes. And I mean anything. The only main rules are other members and staff are off limits. But we have plenty of stock to choose from. But, I am telling you, there is nothing like it. Not even sex.”

Laura tried not to throw up beneath her hood. She was actually glad to be wearing it so Amelia couldn’t see the disgust on her face. She tried to play it off and not seem too uptight.

“I don’t know. I like sex an awful lot.”

“Who doesn’t? Trust me. I’ve had orgasms just from playing in here. Seriously. It is intense. Once you play at the club, nothing anywhere will live up to it. It’s totally addictive.”

They continued driving for almost an hour before the car slowed to a stop.

“This is it,” Amelia said. “We’re here! You can take that off now.”

Laura removed the hood and looked around. The place looked like a maximum security prison compared to the old club. It was surrounded by huge concrete walls equipped with guard towers around it. The huge steel gate slid to the side as Amelia drove through. Looking around, Laura saw the actual club was a huge brick building that sat hundreds of yards off the road. The lawn was thick green grass with a large pond in the center and various bushes and landscaping all throughout.

“I know it looks scary. A few years ago, one of our clubs was compromised. Someone broke in and blew it up. I’m not sure of the details, so now they take extra precautions.”

“Wow,” Laura said as her stomach tightened. This was going to be much more difficult than she had thought. No way could Mr. White and any of his team break into this place. Not unless they just planned on bombing it with aircraft. From what she’d been through she wouldn’t even be surprised if that was the plan.

“Yeah, pretty impressive. Here we are. Let’s head inside.”

They got inside to find Camila waiting for them. Laura couldn’t believe how it looked. The inside looked a lot like the ship in the film Titanic with a huge chandelier, a long winding staircase and everything else that looked like it cost more money than she would make in a year. Camilla had a huge smile and ran over and hugged Laura.

“I’m so happy you made it! We have a special night tonight. We’ve had several new members so I have a special banquet planned.”

“Oh?”

“I hope you’re hungry. This is going to be great. We’ve never done something like this. But the club has our own chef, so he’ll make the preparations. Cool thing is, we can watch him prepare the entrees. Right this way.

Chapter 12

Derek felt both full and sick. After eating the two steaks Mr. Black and prepared, he went on to cut out chunks of Paul’s thighs and biceps. Each part had its own unique taste. Derek felt ashamed for having enjoyed the taste of it, but Mr. Black was a good cook at least. He tried to ignore Paul’s pained moans and cries.

Paul remained alive throughout the process. Mr. Black was careful not to hit any arteries. The man’s mutilated body lay on the table trembling as tears ran down the man’s face. Once they finished eating, Mr. Black put the plates in the sink, walked to the table, and picked up a long instrument with a pointed hook on the end.

“So, how was your meal, Derek?” he asked.

“Um, very good sir. It was quite…unique.”

“Thank you! Yes, it’s my sauce. I really should try and put it on the market one day, but not sure I want to expose the mindless drones of the world to something so beautiful. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes sir. It’s very good.”

“Good, now time to wrap things up. I like to have a little fun though.” He waved the instrument in Derek’s direction. “I’ve always been fascinated by ancient Egypt and how they prepared their dead. The whole mummification process is very fascinating. You know for years we thought they used a hook kind of like this to dig the brains out of dead bodies? Back then they thought the brain actually functioned like the heart.”

He walked over to Paul and held the hook over the man’s face. Paul’s eyes were wide open as his body trembled. He continued trying to scream but the ball gag muffled any noise. Mr. Black slowly inserted the hook into Paul’s nose and pushed it slowly.

“See? They’d take a device like this and insert through the nose.” He continued pushing the rod and twisting until there was a sickening crackling and crunching sound. “And would pierce the cranium and enter the brain. Now their instruments weren’t nearly as refined as this one.”

Paul began to convulse as Mr. Black twisted and pushed, pulling it free as reddish gray clumps of brain matter were stuck to the end of the rod. It looked like some kind of gory cotton candy. Mr. Black scrapped off the brains into a bowl on the table and reinserted the rod. During the second insertion, Paul stopped moving completely. Derek hoped he was finally dead. The guy had already been through so much pain.

In the back of his mind, Derek thought he needed to quit this job and get as far away from here as soon as possible. Then he remembered Camila’s warnings and all the things he’d seen there. These were incredibly wealthy and powerful people. Where exactly would he go?

Mr. Black withdrew the rod with more brain matter at the end. He cleaned that off into the bowl and repeated the procedure a few more times. Soon the bowl was filled with red clumpy chunks of Paul’s brains.

“If I wasn’t so full, there is a dish I would use this for. But not today. So we’ll just dump it out. Maybe next time. It’s best when it's fresh. Usually the Egyptians would then flush some chemicals into the nose to liquefy the remaining brain matter, but no need for that now.”

Mr. Black removed his apron and tossed it onto the table.

“So what did you think? I know it’s not the most ideal dining setting, but did you enjoy the meal? Pretty cool seeing it all prepared isn’t it?” Mr. Black asked.

“Yeah. I guess so sir. Thank you…um…for including me.”

“Oh you bet. Now I’ll finish some things up here then I need a drink. Go get the cleaning guys up here to take care of this.”

“Yes sir.” Thank God.

Derek walked out of the room and down the hall. He got to the security office which was filled with computers and monitors containing cameras from throughout the compound. He called for a cleaning team to Mr. Black’s suite and sat down next to another security guy named Blake Trutsch. He’d spoken to Blake a few times before. As he sat down, Blake must have read the look on his face.

“Let me guess,” Blake said. “Dinner with Mr. Black?”

“Yeah.”

“Welcome to the club.”

“You did too?”

“We all do at some point. He’s a real sick fuck. But he’s scary as hell. It’s his way of trying to show us that we’re all just like him. Plus, I think it’s a way to make us all complicit. In case anyone decides to run off or go snitch, they got us on camera eating human flesh and watching him do it.”

“Who is he exactly, anyway? He have a first name?” Derek asked.

“Yeah, Mister. Seriously it’s probably not his real name. I’ve worked here over a year. He pops in once in a while, cuts some poor asshole to shreds, hangs and drinks with the girls for a bit, then Camila gives him a report and he moves on. I’ve overheard Camila talking about him a few times. Apparently clubs aren’t the only thing this organization does and he runs some other things but not sure what. I sure as hell ain’t gonna ask.”

“I don’t blame you.”

“Did you throw up yet?”

“No. I want to.”

“I did. The first time.”

“You ate with him more than once?”

“Yeah. He sometimes grabs the new guys. Sometimes he just grabs whoever is handy. I’ve eaten with him three times. By then I figured fuck it. At least he can cook and it tastes good. One dumbass actually refused him once.”

“You fucking serious?”

“No joke. He gutted the guy right then and there and ripped his intestines out while he was still alive. Dude is a sick fucker and knows how to hurt you for a really long time.”

“Jesus.”

“Jesus isn’t anywhere near this play my man.” Blake reached into the desk and took out a bag of Doritos, and held it up to Derek. “Here. This will at least get the taste out of your mouth.”

Chapter 13

Laura followed Camila into the banquet hall. It was a huge room with a large square table, but the center of the table was a large grill. There were many dishes sitting out already prepared, but Laura noticed there was no entrée. The foods consisted of veggie plates, dips and other appetizers.

“Just have a seat up here. The other ladies will be joining us shortly,” Camila said. Amelia had walked in with them, and Ivy had joined them along with several other girls Laura hadn’t met yet. She was afraid to ask what the main course would be. A man wearing a white smock and chef’s hat soon entered the room.

“Good evening, ladies. Great to see you all. For those of you who are new to the club, my name is Simon Isakov. I’ve served as the personal chef to several world leaders including Tony Blair, and Stephen Harper in Canada. If any of you are wondering what I am doing here, I have always had a unique taste for some very rare dishes. I was fortunate to meet Mr. Black after I was discharged from Prime Minister Harper’s service and he brought me here where I was given carte blanche on serving the most unique and exotic foods.”

The ladies smiled and clapped after Simon’s introduction. Laura joined in, trying to maintain her smile and not give herself away. Soon some other men in tuxedos came in and began serving soups and the appetizers. Laura had some cooked asparagus flavored with seasonings she couldn’t recognize but it was the best vegetable she’d ever tasted. There were also sliced tomatoes prepared in a cheese sauce as well as calamari.

Laura tried each thing that came by and was glad everything tasted excellent. The women chatted about their work, husbands, and children. Laura couldn’t believe some of these monsters were mothers. God knows what kind of adults their children would grow up to be. Soon Simon came back in and clapped his hands.

“Ladies! It is now time for the main course!”

The women cheered as the tuxedoed waiters each pushed a large cart into the room from three different directions. There was a cart in three of the room’s corners. The carts were each covered with a table cloth covering a large bump. Laura had just been placed at ease with the meal so far, but suddenly her stomach turned to knots at the sight of the carts. The men removed the cloths to reveal on each cart was a bound and naked pregnant woman.

Three women who were all extremely pregnant. One woman’s belly looked as if were about to burst.

“So tonight’s main course is incredibly special! I’ve not prepared such a dish yet, so this is a wonderful opportunity for all of us to share together,” Simon explained. “Over here we have this young woman, Colleen Cassidy.” He ran his hand over her naked belly. Colleen struggled against her restraints but was unable to scream due to the duct tape placed over her mouth.

Simon walked to the next one.

“This young lady is Trisha Leigh. As you can see her belly is quite large. I think she may be carrying twins.”

He strolled to the next cart and ran his hand over her body.

“And finally we have Jennifer Bolton. All of these young women were brought to me several months ago. They’ve been kept in a private area where they were fed and nursed until a few weeks from their due dates. Just in time for our main course.”

Laura was horrified by the eager smiles on each of the women’s faces. She had an idea what was about to happen. She wanted to close her eyes, get up and run out of the room or tackle Simon and cut his throat with the knife he was holding. But that would do nothing to save those women. She would only get herself killed and that would be the end of her mission.

“Simon?” Camila said. “Can you take the tape off their mouths? I like to hear them scream.”

“Oh, most certainly.” Simon ripped the tape free from Jennifer’s mouth while the waiters took the tape off the other two women’s. Instantly the room was filled with piercing screams. Laura wanted to cover her ears but endured as Simon plunged the knife into Jennifer’s stomach. She howled as he sliced her open, reached, in and pulled the baby out by its feet. The baby flopped and screamed as Jennifer continued screaming.

Simon reached up with the knife and slit the woman’s throat. Her screams turned to choking, gurgling sounds as blood sprayed from her throat. Simon cut the umbilical cord at the base of her stomach and sat the baby on the grill in the center of the bed. The other women continued to scream louder after witnessing the horror in front of them. The baby gasped for air as it flopped on the table.

Reaching down, Simon picked up a meat cleaver and with one clean blow, lopped the infant’s head off. Laura put her hand over her mouth, trying to fight back the urge to vomit. The baby’s severed head rolled in her direction. Thankfully, one of the wait staff picked it up and tossed the head into a bin. Simon approached Trisha who was now flailing frantically but helplessly against her restraints. He sliced her stomach open and reached in, pulling out one baby, and cut the cord with the knife.

Laura couldn’t help but notice he was whistling while he carried out these horrific acts. The other women were gleefully watching, smiling and laughing as Simon cut his victims apart. He reached and sure enough, Trisha was carrying twins. He pulled out the second baby and sat it on the table before slashing Trisha’s throat. Once again, he grabbed the meat cleaver, and chopped off each of their heads and then discarded them.

Still whistling, Simon strolled over to Colleen. His smock, hands and sleeves now soaked with blood. He thrust the knife into Colleen’s stomach as she screamed. Her body twitched and thrashed as he reached into the incision and pulled the baby free. He cut her throat before cutting the cord and chopping off the baby’s head.

Laura watched the sick scene before her. The grill contained four headless babies. Simon lined them all up and used the cleaver to chop off the cord and cut the cord into small slices. He then chopped off each of their arms and legs. One of the wait staff rolled up two more carts. One with a large bowl and the other with a platter.

Simon used a long spoon to insert into each baby’s severed stump and scooped out the organs. They oozed out onto the grill in a gloppy mess. He scraped the organs off and into a waste bin. He then reached into the bowl which contained stuffing and stuffed it into the stumps. Soon all four baby torsos looked like a group of stuffed turkeys. He placed them onto the platter as the waiters wheeled them away.

He then turned on the grill and began cooking the limbs and umbilical cord segments while dousing them with oils and spices. He looked up at the women and smiled as he worked.

“It will take close to an hour for the bodies to bake, but it will be delicious. I didn’t prepare them in advance because they are best prepared fresh. The wait staff also removed the carts containing the dead women as the smell of frying baby flesh filled the room. Laura tried to ignore the smell. To her horror it actually smelled good, which sickened her even more. Soon Simon finished one of the baby’s arms and placed it onto a plate. He slid the plate to Camila.

She held it up, smiling as she examined the golden brown limb. She took a whiff and bit into it as if it were a drumstick.

“My God,” she said. “This is delicious!”

The other women squealed and applauded as each of them was served a limb with some chunks of the umbilical cord. A plate with a cooked leg landed in front of Laura. She looked around at the other women enjoying their severed limbs. Amelia was chowing away on a leg with grease and chunks of skin around her lips. Ivy was nibbling at hers, but clearly enjoying it while some of the other women were tasting the umbilical bits.

Laura held up the leg as Camila caught her eye from across the table.

“It’s ok, hun. Anything goes here. Go for it. It’s good.”

“I…I don’t know.” Laura was worried of being discovered but couldn’t bring herself to eat a baby.

“Look,” Camila said. “We were all taught these ‘norms’ by society. Thing is, those norms don’t apply to us. That’s what the club is all about. They say this is a free country? Bullshit. This club is the only place where true freedom exists. Especially for women like us. We make the world go ‘round. So take that first bite. Consider it your first bite of freedom.”

Laura had to admit, the lady was good. She shrugged and closed her eyes, unsure of how much patience Camila would have with her and took a bite. The golden flesh crunched under her teeth as warm juices filled her mouth. It actually tasted quite good. Laura kept her eyes closed as she took a few more bites. Taking her mind to another place, she imagined she was back home in Austin years ago, eating at her aunt’s on Thanksgiving. The feeling of wanting to vomit wasn’t as strong if she imagined she was eating a turkey leg and not a dead baby. The meat actually tasted like chicken, but much sweeter and more tender.

After several bites she sat the leg down and looked around. The other women were eating and chatting when Simon came through the door pushing the cart filled with the four, golden brown and stuffed baby torsos.

“Here it is ladies! Your main course!”

Chapter 14

Derek watched the banquet taking place on the monitors. The whole thing made him sick. He had to set the chips down after a few bites. He’d just eaten a man not that long before and here he was watching these women eat dead babies as if they were a fine delicacy. Blake picked the chips back up and began stuffing them into his mouth.

“How often do they do that?” Derek asked.

“What? Have their banquet? Every few months. Usually after they get a group of new members. It’s a combination of a welcome and an initiation. One time a girl refused to eat. She freaked out and started screaming.”

“They always do it with babies? Live babies like that?”

“Not always. Sometimes it’s just people. One time they ate kids, like toddlers. Just depends on what Chef Simon feels like surprising them with.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“I can’t let it. So I don’t watch. Except the screaming lady.”

“What happened to her?”

“Me and some of the other security guys had to go in and put her in one of the cages. Can’t have members freaking out like that.”

“Jesus. What did they do to her?”

“They let Ivy play with her. I didn’t see the final product, but they sent two cleanup teams to the room when she was done.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. You don’t fuck around here. Don’t let them hear you asking this shit either. Loyalty here is everything. If they think for a second you’re not one hundred percent on board, you’ll end up on a table. One security guy flipped out when I first started. They had this really hot college girl they brought in here. Blonde, nice tan, huge tits. I think this guy had a thing for her. He pulled her out of the cage and was banging her once when I went downstairs. I pretended I didn’t notice. We’re not supposed to touch any of the assets unless it’s taking them to and from the rooms. I don’t know if you noticed, but they don’t really see us as human. Guys like you and me, we work here so we’re maybe a step or two up the food chain from the people in the cages. Camila and the members are the top of that food chain. Mr. Black, you could say, is the apex predator.”

Derek nodded. He was learning more about this place from Blake than he had from anyone so far. All he’d known so far was to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told. Turns out that had been a good plan.

“You don’t want to fuck with Mr. Black,” Blake continued. “If he tells you to eat your own shit, you do it. Same with Camila as you’ve noticed. She’s hot as hell, but she will literally eat you alive and not think twice about it.”

“How did you end up here?”

“I was a bouncer at a night club. Really upscale place in Houston. Since I’m a big guy, bouncing jobs were easy to get. One night some guy pulled a knife on me. I grabbed him and we fought, I put him in a headlock and snapped his neck. They charged me with capital murder.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Yeah. Camila would visit the club sometimes and she used to talk to me and left me some good tips to let her and her friends in, whoever she happened to bring. I also hooked her up with some blow and ecstasy. So when I got arrested, I’m not sure who she knows where but she got the charges dropped. A few weeks later I was here for the club’s grand opening. There was only a few of us then. Now there’s a dozen or so of us. So anyway, this guy was banging some co-ed they had brought in. I knew about it, but I didn’t say shit. I know it’s against the rules, but I didn’t want any part of it. I figured if he gets caught it’s on him. Well he didn’t stop and just doing her. He wasn’t raping her either. I could tell she liked him. He’d sneak her food and stuff. Well maybe she didn’t like him. She wanted him to help her escape, which he did. Or at least he tried to.”

“What did he do?”

“He put her on a cart with a blanket over her and took her down to the incinerator room. That’s where they dispose of all the waste. He was going to help her get out through the air ducts that go through there. Thing is, he got caught. One of the workers down there saw what he was doing and told. I’m shocked they said anything, honestly. But those guys down there have it bad. Maybe they thought they’d get a promotion or something. So he ran to one of the emergency phone lines there and notified security, who called Camila.”

“So did you guys kill him?”

“Yeah. Camila had us do it. We grabbed him and the girl. We stuffed them both into a pine box and handcuffed them together. This was all with Camila there watching, telling us what to do. I nailed the lid shut and we rolled it into the incinerator.”

“While they were alive?”

“Yeah. It was fuckin’ brutal man.”

“Jesus.”

“I know. They screamed and screamed. I mean I figured the heat or smoke would kill them in a minute or two, but man. They must have been screaming for five or ten minutes. It was awful. I still can hear their screams when I sleep at night. Well I used to. Now I drink myself into a stupor when I get home, that usually drowns it out.”

“No shit, maybe I need to do that. I barely sleep as it is.”

“Yeah. It was no joke. But it was a good lesson. I don’t want to end up in the oven, or on their plates at a banquet. So I just do my shit and keep my mouth shut.”

“Has anyone ever quit here or tried to just not come to work? Like run off?”

“A couple have. They make sure they get made examples of. I came into the control room here one night and Camila showed me a box with one of their heads. I don’t know the details and didn’t ask. She said this is what happens when employees try to run away. I mean this is an easy enough job if you can stomach it. Pays great. Just don’t fuck up or you’ll die horribly. Kind of a trade-off I guess. But most of us either owe them something or we were left with nowhere else to go, so here we are.” Blake looked up at the screen in the banquet room. “Looks like they’re about done in there. You may want to head to the main hall and be at the door if Camila needs anything as they leave. Hang in there. You’re doing fine so far. Just keep your head down.”

Derek nodded as he walked out of the control room and toward the main hall. That was good advice. Keeping his head down. Just as long as it remained attached.

Chapter 15

Laura closed her eyes with each bite of the stuffed baby. Trying to pretend it was something else only marginally helped the rumbling in her stomach. It took every ounce of her strength to keep the food down. She had to admit, it tasted excellent. Had she not seen these poor infants slaughtered like turkeys and cooked in front of her, she might have enjoyed it. For these crazy bitches, the torment and suffering was half of the fun.

The other women were chattering quietly while going to town on their meals. One woman next to Laura had asked her a few things, like where she was from and how long ago she’d joined. She was glad for the distraction. After several bites, she took a gulp of wine and sat back in her chair. It wasn’t long before Camila noticed she wasn’t still eating.

“Everything ok Laura?” Camila asked. “Your food ok?”

“Oh yeah, it’s great,” she lied. “I’m just really full. Everything they brought out was so good. I guess I didn’t leave the room.” She braced herself as Camila took a drink of wine and looked back up at Laura.

“I know what you mean. Simon really goes all out. He’s amazing.”

Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

“Where is the bathroom?”

“Oh, it’s just through that door and to the right,” Camila said.

“Great. Thank you.”

Laura got up and casually made her way into the restroom. She closed the door, locked it and as quietly as she could, leaned over the toilet and threw up. The bile and stomach acid burned her mouth and throat as vegetables mixed with chunks of dead baby filled the toilet. Her stomach retched over and over until the stomach was filled with brown and yellow vomit. She stood and looked in the mirror. The sight of the greenish-brown slime on her lips and chin almost made her want to hurl a second time. Quickly she grabbed a paper towel and wiped her face off. She wetted more towels and cleaned off her face and used a paper cup to rinse the taste from her mouth before flushing.

She hoped no one heard her throwing up as she stepped back into the hall. Thankfully the women were all still sitting around the table chatting away. Laura returned to her seat and talked to Camila and some of the other women. It wasn’t much later before the wait staff arrived and cleared the plates. Once they finished, Camila stood and smiled.

“Well, ladies. That concludes our evening. It was so wonderful sharing this beautiful meal with each of you! For our new members, tomorrow we have a special treat in store! So be ready. Your rides will arrive at the same time. Have a great night everyone!” Camila blew them a kiss and walked out through the side exit.

Amelia drove her home, but neither of them spoke much. Amelia asked her what she thought of the club and she said how much she enjoyed it and how great the dinner was.

“Out of curiosity, does anyone ever like…you know. Have a problem with the dinner?”

Amelia laughed and shrugged.

“Once in a while. Camila is great at screening people. It’s like a gift of hers to read people.”

Great.

“Don’t worry,” Amelia continued. “I can tell she likes you. You’re a natural at this, I can tell. You’ll love tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?”

“You’ll see. The fun starts. Looks like we’re here.” She said as they pulled into Laura’s drive. She climbed out and went inside. As she entered the huge house, she immediately began stripping off her clothes, leaving them strewn across the floor, and headed straight to the shower. Turning on the water as hot as she could stand it, she stood beneath the water while scrubbing herself until her skin was almost raw.

After toweling off, she slipped on a long t-shirt and picked up her phone to call Mr. White. She wasn’t sure he’d answer this late, but sure enough he did.

“You motherfucker!” she yelled.

“Ahh hello, Laura. I take it the banquet didn’t go well? Must have gone well enough, you’re still alive.”

“Fuck you. You knew what they were going to have me do?”

“I’m afraid so. I didn’t tell you because there really isn’t a good way to explain that to someone. You’d have refused. So I let you have the experience. As I expected, you passed with flying colors. It’s their way of testing new people.”

“I kind of figure that. So what is this thing happening tomorrow they won’t talk about?”

“You probably don’t want to know.”

“I wouldn’t have fucking asked if I didn’t want to know.”

“Laura, please. You’re doing fine. No need to complicate things.”

“You know; I was on the run for years before the law caught up with me. I could vanish again and you’d never find me.”

“Yes. You probably could. Or it would take us awhile, at least.”

“So if you want me to keep working for you, you’re going to have to give me something. I’m flying fucking blind here.”

“Ok. Fine. Tomorrow each of you new ladies will get your own rooms with your own…um…victim I suppose. I told you this would happen.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes. I know. You’ll have to kill an innocent. You’ll have to make it ugly too. They like pain and suffering.”

“This is going to suck,” she said.

“I know. You sorry you asked?”

“No. I had a feeling it was something like that. God. Watching that chef butcher those babies. Jesus. I’ve been through some ugly shit, but fuck. I will never unsee that. That will haunt my nightmares forever.”

“Most likely.”

“Thanks. You’re a real ball of fucking cheer.”

“I’m not your therapist. We pay you enough to hire your own.”

“Whatever. How do you know so much about this place anyway?”

“Goodnight Laura,” he said as he hung up. Asshole.

She went downstairs and headed for the liquor cabinet. She was glad the place had a liquor cabinet. She poured out a glass of vodka and drank it straight. The drink burned her throat, but she felt the alcohol would sanitize the things that were in her mouth earlier. She took several more drinks before the alcohol hit. Her head felt woozy and the room felt like it was moving. Despite that, she took several more drinks. Finally, she climbed into bed and pulled up the covers before closing her eyes. She hoped the booze would be enough to drown out any nightmares, or at least make her forget them.

Chapter 16

Laura slept most of the following day. She woke up in the afternoon and took another shower. Looking in the mirror, she realized in only a few hours she had to go back to that hell. She wasn’t sure if it was worse having been a prisoner and tortured there, or being forced to do this. She reached into her medicine cabinet and took a Xanax before getting dressed.

It wasn’t long before Amelia arrived. She climbed in as Amelia smiled at her.

“Hey! You ready for tonight?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. I’m excited.”

“You ok? You seem kind of down.”

Shit.

“I’m fine. Just still tired from last night.”

“Oh yeah. You’ll get used to it. We play hard as hell at the club, as you can tell.”

“Yeah, no doubt.”

Amelia handed her the hood again as she pulled it over her head. She wondered how long she’d have to wear it on the way there. They made small talk the rest of the way before they arrived at the club. Amelia pulled the hood off Laura as they drove through the gates. As they walked through the front door, Camila was there with a handsome man in a suit. She was sure he wasn’t one of the staff or security. His suit looked too expensive.

“Hey Laura!” Camila said before hugging her as she came through the door. “So what did you think of last night?”

Laura faked a smile as she looked up waving her hands.

“It was Ah-Mazing!”

“I knew you’d love it here! I want you to meet someone. This is Mr. Black. He’s like my boss. He runs various parts of our organization.”

The names Mr. Black and Mr. White were not lost on Laura.

“Hi! Great to meet you!”

“Hello Laura. You’re even more beautiful than Camila had described.”

“Oh. Thank you!”

He looked at Camila, still smiling.

“Well, Camila, I won’t keep you any further. I have business to attend to. Thank you again for your hospitality. I’ll be sure to swing by again soon.”

“Of course! Consider this your home, anytime you’re here.”

“You’re a doll.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, nodded to Laura, and walked out the door.

“Ok! Let’s go back to the dining room. We’ll wait for the others to arrive.”

“So what is going on?” Laura asked.

“Remember biology in high school?”

“Yeah.”

“Well. Today is like lab day. I’ll be your lab partner!” She took Laura’s hand and led her into the large dining hall. There were a couple of women sitting around. They chatted and made small talk for a few minutes before several more women arrived. Camila stood at the end of the table and tapped on a glass.

“Ladies! Welcome to your second night of the rest of your lives! Last night was amazing. All of you did wonderfully. Simon made an amazing feast. Tonight is your first lab day. Each of you will be paired up with a current club member, and will get your first asset!”

There was a round of light applause as Camila smiled.

“Ok, ladies. One of our members will be taking each of you to your room where your asset is waiting! Have fun!”

Camila walked over, took Laura’s hand, and led her into the main hall. They went up the stairs and down another hall before Camila took out a set of keys and opened the large steel door. It swung open, and they stepped inside. The room was entirely concrete with a single drain in the center of the floor. Also in the center was a dentist chair with a naked man strapped to it. There were leather straps around his hands and feet and one around his forehead.

The man was conscious and looking around at them, breathing rapidly.

“Help! Who’s there? What’s happening? Help me please! I haven’t done anything! I haven’t done anything!”

Camila walked around to the front of the chair as Laura stood by.

“And what is your name?” Camila asked.

“Chris! Chris Shaver! Who are you? What is this place?”

“Hi Chris, I’m Camila. This place is my place. It’s like a private club.”

“So what am I doing here?”

“You’re my special guest. This is my friend Laura. You’ll be her first. She’s losing her club virginity tonight, so to speak.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” he screamed. Camila turned to the table behind her which had numerous tools and instruments laid out and picked up a knife. Chris continued screaming.

“What is that? What are you doing? Why do you have a knife?”
Camila reached up to his chest and with a swift motion, sliced his nipple off. Chris screamed as blood oozed from the new hole in his chest.

“What the fuck! You crazy bitch! Let me out of this chair! I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll shove that fucking knife up your cunt!”

Camila walked to Laura and handed her the knife.

“Your turn. We’ll start off simple. I have a couple custom made devices, but we’ll stick with the knife for now. We can have lots of fun still.”

So much for Laura’s plan to give her first victim a quick and painless death. With Camila standing right there, she had no choice but to go along with everything. Though Camila was standing just inches from her, for a moment, she considered thrusting the knife into Camila’s chest. The woman wouldn’t stand a chance. She could stab her, kill her and grab her keys, and get out. Except… getting out through the huge gate. They’d either kill her on the spot or put her back in one of these rooms. Either way, it wouldn’t solve anything. Camila would be replaced and the club would continue.

Instead, Laura took the knife and walked over to Chris.

“Hang on,” Camila said as she slipped out of her dress. “Before we get too messy.” Camila took off her bra and panties. Laura did the same. She hadn’t expected to strip naked but went along with it. Camila put their clothes in plastic bags and sat them off to the side. Laura walked toward Chris with the knife. She’d killed many men before but usually they were executions. Quick and clean. She knew how to inflict pain; in her mind she tried to imagine Chris was Camila or even Mr. Black.

Reaching up with the knife, she sliced off his other nipple as the man screamed.

“Jesus! You fucking cunt! Fuck!” he yelled. Laura looked up at Camila who smiled.

“See? Fun isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Can I do more?”

“Go for it!”

Laura took the knife and made a long cut down from the top of his chest, to his navel, and back up in a large V shape. It wasn’t a deep cut, but enough to make him scream. She looked it over, and went over the incision again, but this time much deeper. He screamed and thrashed as she finished slicing and just along his collarbones made a final cut to complete a large triangle.

She reached down above his navel and pulled the skin away. He howled as yellow clumps of fat and stringy muscle tissue ripped free. Soon she had the large chunk of skin and held it up to Camila who clapped her hands.

“Yes! That is amazing! Girl, you are a natural at this.”

Laura smiled as she looked at the large red triangle where his chest used to be.

“Please?” he begged. “Just kill me! Let me go! Something. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”

Laura didn’t know what to say, so she ignored him as she looked at the tools on the table. There was a hammer lying in the corner. She picked it up and knelt down to the foot rest and began pounding his toes. They shattered with a sickening crunch as the man screamed again. Once each toe was pounded into a blue and red pulp, she moved up to his feet and smashed them. The sound of bones snapping and popping filled the air.

She ran her fingers along his shins. The man was fairly toned, but his shins were thin and boney. She found the edge of the tibia, reared back and swung. The bone cracked as Chris screamed louder than he had yet. She’d bumped her shins on a coffee table and that had hurt like hell. She could only imagine what he was feeling now. Chris trembled and shook as his leg turned various shades of blue and purple. She swung the hammer onto the other shin, shattering the bone with several strikes. He continued screaming as she stood and looked up at Camila.

“Fucking brutal! I love it!”

Camila walked over and grabbed the knife again, she leaned in and kissed Laura on the lips. Laura was taken by surprise at first, but returned the kiss as they made out for a few minutes in front of their victim.

“You sick bitches! What the fuck is wrong with you people?” Chris screamed.

“Shame on you, Chris,” Camila said. “No one likes a peeping Tom. That’s just creepy.” Camila pulled away and took the knife, pulled his right eyelid open and jabbed the tip into his eyeball. The tissue popped as milky white fluid ran down his face. She reached up to the other eye and punctured that one, as he continued to scream while streams of white ran into his mouth.

Camila reached down and began stroking Chris’s cock while cupping his balls. Despite all the pain and suffering he’d just been through, his penis still grew hard at her gentle touch. She stroked it faster and faster as the man sobbed and cried.

“What are you doing? Don’t do this! Please!”

Laura watched, somewhat impressed by the size of the man’s cock. It was at least six inches long and incredibly thick. She was more impressed he could even get hard while being tortured. Throughout the ordeal, she’d pushed her reservations to the back of her mind. Trying to put herself into Camila’s shoes so as not to give herself away. She’d feel bad for Chris later. The man didn’t deserve what she was putting him through, but she hoped his suffering would save others.

Camila kept stroking until his shaft was rock hard and throbbing. Continuing to stroke, with one swipe she sliced the penis off at the shaft. Blood spurted from the hole in a red fountain as he screamed. Camila held it up, grabbed Laura by the waist and pushed her onto the man’s lap.

Laura felt the warm blood squirting against her ass. Oddly it felt good, warm and tingly hitting her in one of her sensitive spots. Camila leaned in, kissing her while rubbing blood onto Laura’s breasts, and then licking it off. Laura found herself getting aroused as Camila reached down and massaged her clit as they kissed.

Somewhere along the way, Chris had stopped screaming. Laura figured he’d bled out, as the blood had stopped pouring out of his severed stump. Soon she didn’t think about it as she came close to climaxing while Camila teased her clit, rubbing it faster and faster. Laura rolled her head back and closed her eyes as Camila pleasured her.

Her eyes snapped open when she felt something long and thick slid inside of her. Camila was looking at her smiling. Laura looked down to see Camila had slid the man’s severed penis inside of her pussy.

“What the…” Laura began.

“Shhh,” Camila said. “Just enjoy. It’s just like a dildo. It’s the real thing without the baggage.” She giggled as she continued fucking Laura with the bloody cock.

Laura closed her eyes again, trying to imagine something other than the gory site she’d just seen. Camila worked it faster and faster, twisting the cock as she slid it in and out. Laura began feeling herself tingle again as her juices flowed, mixing with the blood on the severed cock. She began working her hips in time with Camila’s thrusts. Her pussy made a squishing sound with each thrust. Suddenly the orgasm hit in a single wave. Laura’s body tensed as she cried out, her hips trembling and shaking as Camila continued thrusting.

The orgasm felt like it lasted several minutes. Finally, she calmed down as her body went still. She opened her eyes and looked at Camila whose face was inches from hers. Both women’s faces and hair were soaked in blood. Camila touched Laura’s face as they kissed. Camila looked at Laura and smiled.

“I’m glad you liked that,” she said. “Now it’s my turn.”

Chapter 17

Derek sat in the control room scanning the monitors. Some nights it was so bizarre to see what was happening in some of the rooms. To his far left, one member was a little old lady. He’d only seen her at the club one other time. She was on the screen waddling around her victim who was strapped to a chair. The old woman wore a pink dress and a sweater. She looked like she could be anyone’s grandmother.

Except instead of baking cookies or apple pie, she was tapping a nail into some girl’s skull. Derek wasn’t even sure how she had enough strength to pound the nail. It looked like the hammer was too heavy for her, but after several taps the nail was embedded enough for her to drive it in. The girl in the chair struggled and wiggled helplessly. There was no sound, for which Derek was thankful. He didn’t need to listen to people’s screams all night.

Several of the rooms had two women going to town on one victim. It was part of their weird orientation ritual. Derek still hadn’t quite figured the place out. It didn’t seem to be any kind of cult. Well it was, but not in a religious sense. At first, that’s what he’d thought it was. He was expecting people in robes and chanting. There was none of that, just lots of torture and cocktail parties. Not always in that order and not always at different times.

On the center monitor was Camila and another girl. He’d seen the woman before; she was one of the new ones. Both women were stunning and both were naked. He leaned into watch the images on the screen. The other girl had the man’s severed penis in her hands and was fucking Camila from behind with it. Camila’s thick, round ass was up in the air as she bent over the table as the woman worked the severed shaft in and out.

At first he thought it was a dildo until he saw the dead guy in the chair with a bloody hole where his dick should have been. The whole thing was sick, but oddly erotic. The new girl had short dark hair, full and perky tits, and a clean-shaven pussy. Her tits bounced up and down as she worked the severed appendage in and out of Camila, whose back was arched, her head thrown back with her mouth hanging open. Derek could only imagine the sounds she was making.

He felt himself getting hard through his pants as he watched the scene. At first he felt bad for being aroused. Since working there, he tried hard not to rubberneck at the brutality going on before him. It was a job, and nothing else. These people were sick, twisted fucks. He was a normal, hardworking guy. This job was only a means to an end. Survival. He didn’t enjoy any of it. Yet he couldn’t look away as his cock grew harder.

He reached down and stroked it through his pants, feeling it twitch and throb. Watching the two naked women, both soaked in blood with their boobs and asses bouncing. He unzipped his fly and slid his cock out, looking at the door for a second, hoping no one came in. His cock was rock hard as he stroked it faster and faster watching the new girl pulling Camila’s hair with one hand while using the other to work the bloody penis in and out of her.

Derek leaned back as his cock throbbed. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stroked more furiously watching the two women. With a loud grunt, his body tensed and shook as he ejaculated hot, sticky liquid all over his hand. It lasted almost a minute before he got his breath. He reached up and grabbed some tissue, wiping his hands off. Some of it got onto his pants. He did his best to clean it up, but his jacket would cover what little stain there was.

Looking up at the monitor, he saw the women were also finishing up. They were now sitting on the table, stroking each other’s bodies and kissing. He zipped up and adjusted himself. The timing was perfect too. Blake came walking in a minute after he finished.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Blake asked.

“Not much. Just watching the orientation stuff.”

“Oh yeah. Pretty kinky huh? Oh shit! Gladys is here! That old bitch is crazy!” Blake pointed at the tiny old lady.

“What’s her deal?”

“Same as the others. Rich widow who is bored and sick as fuck.”

“I can see that.”

“Damn! Did those two just fuck?” He pointed at Camila and the new girl’s monitor.

“Yeah. With a severed dick.”

“Fuck! I missed it. That new chick is hot. I’m not real into short hair, but she rocks it. She’s got a body on her too. Camila is hot but she’s much curvier. That new chick is all firm and athletic. I bet she could do a marathon.”

“Yeah, but could you?” Derek asked.

“Shit, good point. Bitch is probably so hardcore, she’d rip my dick off with her pussy.” The men laughed as Blake patted Derek’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go take a break. My feet are killing me and you probably want to stretch your legs.”

“Yeah. Good idea, thanks man.” Derek stood and walked out of the room. As he headed down the hall, Amelia came out of one of the rooms wearing nothing but a bloody apron.

“Hey!” she called out. Derek turned and tried not to stare at her breasts bulging out of the top of the apron.

“Yes?”

“Give me a hand in here for a minute.”

“You need a cleanup crew?”

“No. I’m not done. Just give me a hand.”

He walked in to see a middle-aged man with his hands bound behind his back lying on his stomach on a long table. Beneath his stomach was a log, which elevated his ass into the air. He looked at Amelia who picked up a sledgehammer.

“It will only take a minute,” she said. “I’ll try not to hit you too.”

Chapter 18

Laura and Camila washed each other off using the sink and towels in the back of the room. She couldn’t get all the blood out of her hair, so a long shower would be in order again when she got home. Camila pulled her hair back and slipped her dress on as she pushed the intercom along the wall.

“Yes ma’am?” the man’s voice said through the call box.

“Yes. Send a cleanup crew here please.”

“They’re on the way.”

She turned and smiled at Laura.

“Well, that was fun!” Camila said.

“Fuck yeah it was. Is this the standard greeting for all new members?”

Camila actually blushed slightly.

“No. Not like that anyway. I mean. You know I play with girls and guys. I just. Cutting off the dick…that was new.”

“Umm yeah. That was…really different.” The situation suddenly felt awkward as Camila slipped her shoes on.

“Yeah. It was fun. Let’s head downstairs and wait for the others. I can’t wait to hear how the others are doing.” Camila said right before the intercom buzzed.

“Miss Camila?” the man said.

“What is it?”

“There is a problem in room seven.”

“I’ll be right there.” She leaned in and kissed Laura on the cheek before pushing the heavy door open. As they walked out, the cleanup crew was approaching. It was two men wearing dark coveralls. One of them looked familiar. His hair was longer and he had a full beard but he looked right at her. They both froze as she realized who it was. Brett. Camila turned and looked at her.

“You coming? Just head down to the main hall. I’ll meet you down there in a bit.”

Glancing back at Brett, he nodded to her before proceeding into the room. Laura went down the stairs and into the main hall as Camila went further down the long hallway where men in suits were running. Instead of going to the main hall like she was told, Laura slowly drifted down the hall to see what the commotion was about.

There were multiple screams as the men charged into a room at the end of the hall. Camila went in behind them as a woman’s voice howled from the room.

“I can’t do it! This isn’t right! Let me go! Let me go!”

Laura stood across the hall but could see into the room. It was one of the new girls. Laura had seen her last night and earlier. The woman had no trouble eating chopped up babies. Yet she was having an issue with torturing some poor asshole. Both were sick as hell; Laura just didn’t get why this would bother her after the baby dinner.

The security men dragged the woman out of the room. Camila walked along behind them and saw Laura. She wasn’t smiling when their eyes met. Camila glared at her before looking back at the security men. The woman continued to scream.

“Let me go! Please! You know who my father is? Let go of me!”

“Get her out of here,” Camila ordered.

“What do you want us to do with her?”

“Throw her in the incinerator. Make sure you throw all her belongings in there too. I want no trace of her left at all.”

“What? No! No! Let me go!” the woman screamed as the men dragged her to the end of the hall and through a door leading down a stairwell. Camila stormed over to Laura and grabbed her arm.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Camila said. “I told you to go to the main hall!”

“Ow! Sorry. I saw all those guys running and was just curious. Fuck! What was all that about? She’s one of the new girls isn’t she?”

“Yes. She’s not like you. Like us.” Camila let go of her arm. “Some people, I can usually tell if they’ll handle it here or fit in. Once in a while I’m wrong.”

“She seemed fine last night at the dinner.”

“Yeah. She was drunk as hell though. She and Janine, one of our long-time members, were out drinking before they got here. So I don’t think it all registered with her. She and Janine get up here tonight and Janine starts pulling the guy's toenails off and the bitch freaks out. Tried to run out of the room. Security grabbed her.”

“So you’re just going to kill her? Just like that?”

“Yeah. It’s the rules. We can’t put the club at risk. That bitch goes and blabs to the cops...”

“Who is her father she was yelling about?”

“Some politician. He’s a member, too, in New York. He won’t do anything. He knows what’s up.”

“Jesus. His own daughter?”

“I’ve seen members bring their kids to other clubs, and if they don’t take to it, either kill the kid or leave them there. They end up working as cleanup crews or something.”

“What? Why?”

“I shouldn’t even be telling you all this. But I can tell you’re like me. You got the same look in your eyes I did at first.”

“What look?”

“Like you want blood! Rage! We’re the same!”

Laura shuddered at the comparison.

“So anyway,” Camila continued, “yeah, they’ll throw her in the incinerator downstairs. Alive. Shit, you know, I should have all the newbs watch. Send a message. We don’t fuck around here. That may be too much. I’ll explain she’s gone and why. That usually scares them enough, but I think this is a good bunch.”

Laura nodded.

“Just remind me never to piss you off,” Laura said.

Camila took her by the hand as they started walking toward the main hall.

“I’m hard to piss off. Just don’t put the club at risk.”

Laura felt a lump forming in her throat as she wondered what Mr. White’s final plan was in all of this. She had infiltrated the club. Brett was working there too, something Mr. White had lied about. She’d yet to meet any other member of his “organization.” Part of her wanted to finish the night at the club and disappear for good. But a bigger part of her wanted to see this through and take these assholes down once and for all.

Chapter 19

Derek looked around the room but couldn’t take his eyes off of Amelia’s breasts and the sledgehammer she was holding.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Hold this,” she said and handing him a large railroad spike.

“Hold it where?”

“In his asshole! God! Are you new here?”

“No, I mean. I’m kind of new, but I mean. I don’t know.”

“Shut up. Hold the tip of the spike against his asshole.”

The man screamed through the gag as Derek placed the pointy end of the spike into his ass.

“There. Now push it in some. You don’t want it to slip,” she ordered. Derek shoved the spike in almost a quarter inch as the man kept trying to scream. There was a loud ripping sound as gas released and the man’s bowels let loose. Shit sprayed from his ass and onto Derek’s arm, shirt and face. Unfortunately, his mouth was open when the “explosion” occurred. He leaned forward and threw up. Once his stomach contents were on the floor, he continued coughing and spitting to get the taste out of his mouth.

He looked down at himself to see his white shirt, and black jacket was now saturated in brown, chunky liquid. Amelia was looking at him and laughing.

“Ha! You actually are a shithead!” she said.

“It isn’t funny!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. Quit fucking around and get that spike in his ass.”

“You serious? I got shit all over me!”

“You can clean up later. Come on! I’m tired of fucking around! Want me to get Camila?”

“Ok. Fine. Fuck, lady.” He held the spike up and shoved it back into the man’s ass once again. Remnants of shit squished out as he slid it in, holding the base.

“There you go. Now hold it right there. Just like that.”

Derek stretched his arm out and stood as far back as he could.

“Wait. You’re not gonna miss are you? I don’t wanna get hit with that thing.”

“No I’m not gonna hit you. Unless I want to. I’ll cave your fucking skull in if I want to. Keep being a little bitch and I might.”

“All right. Damn.”

She lifted the hammer, reared back and swung. Hitting the spike with perfect precision, the spike went in almost two more inches into his ass. The man screamed as Derek let go. Amelia lifted the hammer again and swung several more times until the head of the spike was barely sticking out. The man’s body was twitching as he kept screaming. Derek looked on as Amelia giggled with each blow.

Finally, she looked at Derek.

“What are you looking at? Get out of here. You fuckin’ stink.”

He didn’t argue, as he walked through the door and back into the hallway. Derek barely made it into the hall when he heard screaming and shouting. Two security guys came walking by dragging a woman in a shiny dress.

“Derek! Help us out man!” the short, bald one called out. He recognized the guy but couldn’t remember his name.

“What’s going on?”

“Camila said to put her in the furnace, but the bitch keeps dragging her feet. Get her legs…dude. You all covered in shit? What the fuck?”

“Long story.” Derek removed his jacket and stuffed it in a nearby trash bin. He bent down and grabbed the woman’s legs. She kicked and flailed at him until he got both of her feet in his grip and followed the men down the hall and around the corner. They went down a flight of stairs and to a freight elevator. They took the elevator down where they ended up in the lower level of the building.

The woman continued to scream that her dad was a state senator or something. They reached the incinerator where a man in coveralls was working, with a large bin, tossing body parts into the fire. Between the heat and the smell, Derek thought he might throw up again. The guy at the furnace had a bandana over his face.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked.

“Boss lady said she goes into the fire.”

“No! Please! My family has a lot of money! We can pay you! We can pay you! Please! No!”

“Well, shit. She one of the new ones?”

“Yeah,” Bald guy said. “She freaked out her first time in the rooms. So Camila said to burn the bitch.”

The furnace guy sighed.

“All right. Let me find a crate.” He strolled into a side room and began digging around. The woman continued screaming and struggling.

“Hey buddy!” Bald guy yelled. “Could you hurry it up? The bitch is getting squirrelly here!”

The furnace guy came out of the room pushing a large wooden crate. The thing was a little over four feet long.

“Just stuff her in there. You’ll have to fold her over.”

She screamed again as the men shoved her inside. Derek pushed her legs up over her head until her knees were touching her face. He held her ankles down until Bald guy flipped the lid closed. Derek moved away and it took all four of them to push against her kicking to get the lid closed. They nailed it shut as Derek stood. The furnace guy was standing a foot away looking him up and down.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asked.

“Nothing. Can we just do this?”

“Just pick up the crate and set it on these tracks” The man pointed to the set of rollers leading into the incinerator. They placed the crate onto the rollers and stepped away. The man took a long T-shaped rod and pushed it into the fire. Derek could hear the woman pounding and screaming. This was the first time since he’d been at the Club he’d had a direct hand in killing someone. He remembered the story Blake told him and wondered how he felt watching a human being burn alive.

He watched the box disappear into the fire. Once it was in, he turned and started walking away.

“Where you going Derek? Don’t you wanna watch?”

“No, I’m good,” he said. He got on the elevator and hit the up button. Wondering when he could change his clothes. Shit wasn’t the only thing staining him.

Chapter 20

Laura spent over an hour cleaning up when she got home. Most of it in the shower. Getting the bloody chunks out of her hair took forever. The shower drain was stained red by the time she’d finished. Too bad there wasn’t a shower for her mind. No way she’d ever expunge the images she’d seen the past few days. Maybe this mission would end up killing her. She didn’t suppose that would be the worst thing. After everything she’d seen and done the past few years she was convinced there was no afterlife.

If there was a hell, the Country Club was it. Other than that, she decided we are all nothing but walking sacks of meat and bone. Once our meat sacks were done, then that was it. She could use a super long nap after all of this. Until that happened, she had shit to do. Once she felt she was clean enough, Laura pulled on her robe and grabbed a bottle of wine before sitting on the couch. She took a drink straight from the bottle while trying to figure out what Brett was doing there.

Her first thought was to call Mr. White and just ask him. But she decided against it. Instead, she had to try and contact him somehow. How would she get a message to Brett without setting off any alarms at the Club? She’d have to wait until tomorrow. She couldn’t even find the place if she wanted to. Taking another drink of wine, she heard something in the kitchen.

Laura stood and made her way there. She gripped the neck of the bottle, prepared to swing it at an intruder if needed. She heard the clanging of pots and pans and wished she had a gun handy. Moving slowly to the door, she pushed it open and stepped inside. She lowered the pan when she saw who it was.

“What the fuck? What are you doing here?” she said.

Mr. White turned to her and smiled.

“Well, hello Laura. Things are going great at the club, I see.”

“And how would you know? And why are you in my house?”

“Your house? Getting possessive are we? You forget who put you here?”

“Fine. What do you want?”

He turned back to the cupboards and dug through pans until he found what he’d been looking for. There were glasses shoved behind the pans. He removed a glass and held it out to her.

“You going to share some of that wine?”

She stepped forward and poured him a glass.

“I’m going to have to restock the liquor cabinets when you get through here. I’ve never seen a small girl drink so much. How do you function?”

“I drink a lot.”

“Fair enough.”

“So you came all the way out here to talk about the liquor cabinets?”

“No. Of course not. You’re doing great work.”

“You said that. And how do you know what happens there? I haven’t spoken to you for a few days.”

“I know. You think you’re the only one we have inside?”

“No. I saw Brett today.”

“Oh.”

“You lied.”

“I did no such thing. I told you he was on assignment elsewhere.”

“Yeah. He’s not, he’s here.”

“He’s elsewhere in the club. Trust me, telling you he was there would only compromise the whole thing. We are nearing the final phase.”

“Of what?”

“Of taking them down. That’s what you want, isn’t it? He’s in much deeper than you are. He’s been there for months. You saw. He’s on the cleanup crews. He can’t leave. He lives at the club and has to go in and clean up all that slop. You were losing your shit over eating a few babies.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Do you hear yourself? Is this shit normal for you?”

“I apologize. Just trying to put things in perspective. This operation has a lot of moving parts.”

“I’m curious about your organization. Why are you the only one I’ve seen from it? Other than Kyle, your guy who got me from jail. I’ve not seen anyone else from this group of yours.”

“That’s by design. Trust me. The less you know the better. If you get discovered, you can’t tell them what you don’t know.”

“And why do you go by Mr. White? The guy who runs the club is Mr. Black. What the fuck is that about? You guys gay lovers or something? He your ex-boyfriend?”

“Did you always talk like this around Brett?”

“Maybe.”

“Of course. Look, over the next few days we are going to make our move. You’ve done well hanging in there. I’ve no doubt no one else could have gotten this far and got it done the way you have.”

“So what does your move consist of? Or you not planning on letting me in on what the end game is here. I mean you going to have a SEAL team bust in or something? Bomb the place? What?”

“Nothing like that. We have several people in place already. When the time comes, you will know. Trust me.”

“Ok. Not helpful. Then what do I do?”

“You do what you do best.” He finished his glass, sat it on the table and walked out. She stood there watching until she heard the front door slam. She took another drink straight from the bottle before hurling it against the wall. To her dismay, it didn’t shatter to pieces. It just bounced off the wall and onto the tile. She stood there watching it roll across the floor more frustrated than she’d been earlier.

Whatever was happening must be a big deal. He could have told her all of that over the phone. He didn’t actually tell her anything, just a bunch of vague, useless bullshit. For a second she thought of her plan to disappear, but knowing Brett was inside, she couldn’t just leave him knowing what they’d do to him. She walked into the living room and to the bar. Opened another cabinet and took out another bottle.

Chapter 21

Brett finished mopping the floor of the empty room as his partner scrubbed the walls. The whole place smelled like bleach. He’d been working cleanup at the Club for months. There had been times he forgot why he was there in the first place. Mr. White had gotten him inside. He had no idea how or what strings he’d pulled. But his cover story was he’s been on cleanup at the club in Florida but being moved here.

Camila hadn’t questioned it. One of the security guys was also working for White and had been the one to bring him in. Brett wasn’t sure how many people White had on the inside, but he wished something would happen. He wasn’t sure how much of this he could take.

“Ok, all done here,” Clint Thiele, his partner said. Clint had been here longer than he had. He knew Clint wasn’t a plant. He’d been a friend of Amelia’s. She’d brought him here one night on a date, but Clint freaked out. Amelia begged Camila not to kill him. So she put him on cleanup. The guy had been a spoiled rich kid, so this was a huge step-down. As it was, he barely spoke. Hardly anyone on cleanup talked. It was like they were all too depressed to speak. So they just lumbered around through their meaningless existence.

Brett nodded to Clint as he rinsed the mop and packed up the supplies. This was their last room of the night. Brett placed the supplies into the cart and pushed it down the hall. As they headed for the elevator, Blake the security guy came walking past. Brett couldn’t stand him.

“Hey! It’s the undertakers! What’s up guys?” Blake called out. Brett tried to keep his head down as he pushed the cart past. Instead, Blake stuck his hand out, stopping the cart.

“What’s wrong man? How was the cleanup today? Anything good?”

“Can we just go?” Brett asked.

“Oh come on. Just making conversation. Hey, just curious. You ever fuck any of the dead bodies before you bring them downstairs?”

Blake looked into the other cart which was a modified laundry cart Clint was pushing. That one had what was left of the body in it. This one had been a middle aged woman.

“Damn, looks like she was hot at some point. So you all feel her up?” He reached in and squeezed one of her dead breasts. Her throat had been cut and most of her limbs severed. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a chick with no arms and no legs. I mean at least she couldn’t claw my back, right? But for real. I mean when you go in those rooms they’re still warm. You don’t give them a feel? Stick your dick in for a bit?”

“No. We don’t do nothing like that,” Brett said.

“Damn shame. I sure as hell would.”

“Can we go?”

“Dude. You guys always sulk around here like someone just shot your dog. Is your job that depressing?”

Brett just stood there looking at the man. It was hard for him to hide his disdain for Blake, or any of the security guys or members. He’d gotten better at it. Part of him felt like this had been a step-down. For years he and Sophie traveled the country taking out these assholes one at a time. That is until they got caught. It was Mr. White who gave them this second chance. As much as he hated this, it was better than sitting in jail. At least some days. Others he wondered if he’d been better off taking his chances in prison.

“Fine. Be that way,” Blake said taking his hand off the cart. “Just think about it, dude. Maybe the only ass you get. Unless you guys like to bang each other.”

Brett and Clint finished pushing the carts onto the elevator and into the lower level. There, they handed the waste off to the guys at the incinerator and headed back to their quarters. Brett was glad he at least had his own room. It wasn’t much. It had a cot, with a small bathroom, a shower and a mini fridge. They brought down meals a few times a day. He went inside and took a quick shower. Once he finished, he pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and sat on his cot.

Seeing Sophie earlier had thrown him off. He had no idea Mr. White had recruited her as well. Somehow, they’d gotten her in as a member. He was glad to see how good she looked. Her hair was shorter and a different color. She was a tough girl, but at least he only had to clean up the messes. She’d have to make them. He hoped whatever they had her doing didn’t change her. It had to be hard on her. Sophie’s hate for the club and its members was intense. He only hoped White would turn her loose soon. Brett had seen her in action. He knew what she was capable of.

It had been weeks since he’d gotten any word from White as to what was going on. For a while he’d wondered if the whole operation had fallen through and if he was stuck here permanently. If that were the case, no way he would go on. He’d drink a bottle of bleach before spending the rest of his life in this place. When he’d seen Sophie earlier, that had given him hope. That told him something was about to happen.

He leaned back on his cot and picked up one of his old paperbacks. They brought him books from time to time. He could get any book he wanted. He just had to give them the title and author and a day or two later he had his books. This one was Pet Sematary by Stephen King. He’d read it before, but it was a good escape for him. He was surprised he wanted to read anything horror related since his daily life was a horror show. Yet this was unlike anything that happened at the Club.

As he opened the book, a slip of paper fell out. It was folded over several times. Brett sat the book down and lifted the paper, unfolding it. He figured it was an old book marker someone had used before. When he opened it, he was shocked to see what was written on it.

Tomorrow. Be ready.

Chapter 22

Derek arrived for work as ladies were beginning to come in. He hoped this night would be less eventful than the night before. He could do without another shit shower or having to burn someone alive. Unfortunately, this place didn’t give you time off due to stress or have a counselor on staff to process the horrors you were forced to commit or see each day.

Most of the new girls had returned. There was one more missing. He wondered if Camila had her killed also. It was better not to think about it. Later, the one girl had caught his eye. Laura he thought her name was. She was the one who was fucking Camila the other night with a severed dick. He felt incredibly dirty for having been so turned on by that. At the same time, he wondered if this was his lot in life shouldn’t he just enjoy it?

This night, Camila had asked him to work the rooms. What that meant was walking up and down the hall outside the rooms, ready to step in if any members needed anything. He’d only ever done it once. He was usually down in the holding area or the control room. He got to the hall and saw Blake walking up and down.

“Hey man!” Blake said. “What’s up?”

“Not a whole lot. You working the hall too?”

“Yeah. I’ll be at the far end. I think you’ll have rooms one through four.”

“Not so bad.”

“Right? Much better than being down in holding. Fucking stinks down there and everyone screaming… The control room just gets boring. At least here we can move around and get in on some of the action.”

“What action?” Derek asked.

“I don’t know. Didn’t Amelia have you helping her out the other night?”

“Yeah, she had me hold some spike in some dude’s ass while she hit it with a hammer. That’s how I got covered in shit.”

Blake threw his head back laughing.

“Dude! She is fucking savage. I love that lady. She’s nuts. That is seriously bad ass.”

“Yeah it was great.”

“Hey. You’re lucky. She had you help her. We’re just the help. We don’t get any play time like these guys do. Not unless it’s some shit like the other night with that new girl who flipped her shit.”

“Yeah.”

“All right man. I need to get in position. I’ll talk to you later.” Blake turned and headed down to the far end of the hall. Derek turned and went the opposite direction. As he walked, some of the room doors were partially open. He could see people strapped to tables, chairs and one woman was hanging naked upside down with her hands and feet tied up.

He stood at his post for almost an hour before members began heading to the rooms. It wasn’t long before the new girl, Laura came down the hall in his direction. He tried to look ahead and not make eye contact. However, as she walked into the room she stopped and looked at him for a moment. He turned his head and met her gaze.

“Good evening, ma’am. Can I help you with something?”

“No, I don’t think so. You’ll be down here all night?”

“As far as I know. Why?”

“No reason. Oh, do you know if Mr. Black will be here tonight?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t. He kind of comes and goes as he pleases.”

“Of course.”

She opened the door and stepped inside. Derek watched her enter and felt a knot form in his stomach. In his few months working there, the members hardly spoke to him at all, let alone ask him questions. Especially about Mr. Black. As far as he was concerned, that nut can stay as far away as possible. The last thing he wanted was another dinner with that freak. Derek wondered if all rich people were this fucking crazy or if these people were a special kind of fucked up.

As the members each took to their rooms, within a matter of minutes the halls were filled with the sound of screams and random power tools. He had no idea what was happening in the rooms, nor did he want to know. Amelia had come up the stairs and went down the other hall in Blake’s direction. Derek smiled to himself, wondering if Blake would be getting his hands dirty tonight. No telling.

For the next hour, he paced back and forth. A couple times he had to go get extra towels or other random items for some of the members. Later he heard a scream down Blake’s hall. It sounded too loud to have been coming from one of the rooms. He looked around but nothing on Derek’s side was out of order. He wasn’t sure if he should leave his post to investigate or what.

After a few minutes, he heard it again, this time louder. He slowly headed in that direction and turned the corner and saw Blake near the last room bent over a woman’s body. Derek ran up to see him dragging Amelia’s body into one of the rooms.

“What the fuck?” Derek said. “What happened?”

Blake looked up. Her victim was a young woman, stripped naked and strapped to a chair but otherwise unharmed.

“Quiet!” Blake said. “Help me out! Get her legs and bring her inside.”

Derek picked up her legs and brought her into the room where they sat her down. Looking up, he noticed the camera in the corner was covered. Amelia’s face was bloody and her throat had been cut. Blake had blood all over the front of his suit.

“What the fuck is going on?” Derek asked.

“Just hear me out. Shit is going down tonight. This place, is also going down. I don’t want to hurt you. I know you’ve had reservations about working here. So you gonna help me?” Blake explained.

“Help you what? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I work for another organization. They got me in the door here. Like undercover.”

“You mean like a spy?”

“No. Just shut up a second. We are taking this place down. One at a time until we get to Camila and setting these folks free who are being kept here. You want in? If not, I have to kill you.” Blake reached into his jacket and pulled out a large hunting knife. “I need an answer.”

Derek looked at the blood stained knife, Amelia’s body and the girl strapped to the chair. Her eyes pleading with him as her body trembled. This was not how he’d expected the night to go.

Chapter 23

Brett pushed the cart through the back hall and into the kitchen. He had just placed a fresh body in the cart from one of the rooms. This one wasn’t even badly mutilated. The member had chosen to strangle them. Granted, they would tighten and loosen the cord over and over, so the whole thing had taken hours, and the victim had gone through great suffering. But at least the body was mostly intact.

Simon had asked him to bring a fresh body to the kitchen for some big feast they had planned later on. Brett had seen Simon at work and his cooking looked amazing, if it wasn’t something right out of a horror film. He wondered if Sophie had been forced to eat some of Simon’s cooking. Most likely. The new members always had a special banquet with him. She was way tougher than he was. No way could he eat human flesh. Especially after seeing it prepared.

Simon looked at him and smiled as he pushed the cart through the double doors. Clint walked along behind him pushing his own cart.

“Well, hello gentlemen! Let’s see what you have here.”

Simon leaned into Brett’s cart and moved the dead girl’s hair from her face.

“Oh yes. She is beautiful. Quite a looker. She was anyway. She’s in great shape. A little plump, still warm. Excellent. Help me get her on the table here.”

As Simon was speaking, Brett looked around and found a meat cleaver from the counter and raised it over his head. While Simon was standing up, Brett brought the cleaver down, planting it into the center of Simon’s skull. At first, Brett thought he didn’t hit him right. Simon finished standing as blood trickled down his forehead, the handle of the cleaver sticking out.

“Hey,” Simon said. “What’s going on? Why you do that?” He looked around before his pupils dilated and he collapsed forward into the cart.

“What the fuck?” Clint said. “What did you do? Why did you do that? Camila is going to kill you man! Fuck! What the fuck! She may kill me too!” Clint was pacing while freaking himself out as Brett tried to pull the cleaver from Simon’s skull. He worked it free as Clint was coming toward him.

“What are you doing?” Clint asked as Brett smashed the meat cleaver into his head. Clint staggered back as Brett pulled it free and struck him several more times. A chunk of bloody bone fell from the side of his head as he collapsed to the ground. Brett picked up his body and flopped him into the cart on top of Simon’s. He found a tablecloth on one of the shelves and threw it over the bodies and pushed the cart out the double doors and down the hall and onto the elevator.

He got to the lower level and toward the incinerator. The guy who ran it was standing there loading body parts into the fire. Brett kept the cleaver handy. He had a story in hopes he wouldn’t have to kill the guy. He was just stuck there like many of the workers.

“Hey man,” the worker said. “What ya got for me?”

“Camila had some personnel issues. So she took care of them and had me bring them down here,” Brett explained.

The guy pulled the table cloth back and looked at the bodies.

“Holy shit. That’s her chef. Camila did that?”

“Yeah. Not sure what happened. I just cleaned it up.”

“All right. I don’t wanna know. Give me a hand.”

Brett leaned in and helped him hoist the bodies onto the rollers. One at a time he shoved them into the fire. A puff of smoke and the smell of burned flesh and hair filled the room as they got the last body in. Brett then nodded and turned away, pushing the cart back to the elevator. He hoped Sophie was doing ok. He knew she’d be arriving soon if she wasn’t already there. He also knew there were others working for Mr. White in the club, but he wasn’t sure who. It wouldn’t be long before Camila figured out something was happening.

He took the elevator to the upper level and pushed his cart down the hall. There were screams coming from the different rooms. He pushed the cart down the hall until one of the doors opened. A woman came walking out. She had blood on her clothes and some on her face. She looked like she’d tried to clean some of it off, but missed plenty of it.

He stepped inside the room when he heard screaming coming from the other end of the hall. It was a series of short screams and then the security guy, Derek came running by. Brett wasn’t sure if Derek was with them or not. He’d have to wait and see. He wished White had given them clearer instructions and told him who was who. But he understood. If one of them were compromised and tortured, they’d give up everyone.

Hopefully this would work. He stepped out of the room and looked down the hall. Blake and Derek were dragging Amelia into the room. Were both of them part of it? Brett pretended not to see what was going on and went back into the room and began cleaning. He rolled the body off the table. This one had been a guy, but his face had been smashed in. Once the body was in the cart, he dug out his cleaning supplies and began cleaning.

It took longer by himself but in just over an hour he had the room clean enough. It wasn’t like it would matter in a few hours. He’d either be free or dead. Once it was cleaned and the body was in the cart, he wheeled it down the hall when he heard screaming from downstairs. He stopped and looked around, and then kept going. There were several more screams, then gunshots and then all hell broke loose.

Chapter 24

Laura looked around the room. Her victim was a woman, similar to her own age strapped to a table. The woman was naked and trembling while trying to scream through a gag. Laura fumbled around with some of the tools on the table until she heard screaming from outside. When she stuck her head out, the security guy was running in the other direction. It was time.

She walked to the table and leaned over her victim.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to remove your gag. You have to promise me you won’t scream. If you scream, I’ll put it back on and I will hurt you. Blink twice if you understand.”

The woman blinked two quick times and Laura removed the gag and began undoing the straps.

“I’m getting you out of here,” she said.

“Who are you? What is this place?” the woman asked.

“This is fucking hell. Satan himself runs this place and his she-devil is lurking around downstairs.” Once she undid the straps, she removed her shirt and handed it to the girl. This left Laura only wearing a sports bra and pants, but she didn’t care.

“Put this on,” she told the woman. The girl did as she was told. As she stood she was a few inches shorter than Laura, so the shirt mostly covered her. “What is your name?”

“Danielle.”

“Ok Danielle. Here.” She handed the girl a knife while she picked up a hatchet from the table. “I know you don’t know what is going on, so here’s the deal as quick as I can tell you. This place is a fucked up club run by evil rich people. They kidnap folks like you and torture them for fun.”

“Oh my God. You mean like in the movie Hostel?”

“Kind of, fuck that movie. Anyway, I work for some people trying to stop them. But we are going to need to fight. So I need you to stick that knife into anyone who tries to stop us. Can you do that?”

“I think so.”

“Well, you’ll know soon enough. If you don’t they will kill us both in the most gruesome, painful way possible. So get your shit together and let’s go.”

Laura pushed the door open and stepped into the hall. Once she was sure it was clear, she signaled to Danielle. They walked down the hall and around the first corner down the stairwell. Once she got downstairs, Laura saw people running past her in both directions. She held the hatchet to her side. Apparently with the commotion, no one noticed Danielle didn’t belong. But at the club, no one was ever roaming free who shouldn’t be.

She got downstairs when one of the other new girls ran up to her.

“What’s going on?” the girl said.

“I don’t know. I just heard someone screaming and came down here. Have you seen Camila?”

“No! I don’t know. The security guys are freaking out and running all over.” The girl looked over at Danielle. “Who is this? What are you holding?”

Laura wasn’t going to wait for her to freak out. She swung the hatchet at her side arm, slamming it into the side of her neck. Blood sprayed as a V-shaped gash opened up in her neck as she collapsed to the ground. They stepped over the body and ran toward the dining hall when one of the security guards yelled at them.

“Hey! Get over here!” he shouted as he ran toward them. Laura grabbed Danielle’s hand and they ran until Danielle tripped. The security guy reached into his jacket for a gun when Laura flung the hatchet at him. She’d never thrown one like that before and it didn’t work like she’d hoped. It did however hit him in the nose, knocking him to the ground. She ran up and picked up the hatchet and chopped the top of his head off. Brains and blood spilled onto the floor. She dug through his jacket and removed his gun, a Glock 17, and two extra magazines as she turned to Danielle.

“In here,” she said. They ran into the dining hall as she stuffed the gun down the back of her pants. There were other new members milling about the dining hall. Most of them looked confused and scared.

“What’s going on?” Several of them asked.

“I don’t know. There’s some kind of security breach.”

“Who is this?” one of the girl’s said. “Where are her clothes?”

“I don’t think she’s one of us.” Another girl said.

“Is she from the room? Did you let her go?”

“Guys!” Laura said trying to play it off. “Just shut up. Let’s hang out here and wait this out.”

“I don’t like this.” A tall, blonde woman said as she looked them both up and down with disgust. “I’m going to find Camila.”

“Laura counted. There were four women in the room beside her and Danielle. As the blonde headed for the door, Laura took out the gun and fired a single shot into the back of her head. The shot sounded like an explosion in the large room as the blonde’s head exploded. The wall looked like it was covered in red paint as she flopped forward. The other women screamed as they turned headed toward the kitchen entrance. Laura turned and opened fire on each of them.

One by one the remaining women went down until it was just Laura and Danielle left. Laura checked the magazine and saw she still had about a dozen rounds left. She heard someone grunting as she looked around. One of the women was bleeding from her back, still trying to crawl to the door. Laura walked up behind her and swung the hatchet, striking her in the top of the skull. She reared back and hit her several more times. The woman collapsed face first into the floor as her body twitched for a minute before going still.

“Fuck,” Laura said. “We can’t stay here. Where did they keep you at? Before they took you up there. You remember?”

“I mean… I was in some cage. When they took me to that room they put me on an elevator.”

“Ok. I bet there’s a lower level. Were there others down there?”

“Yeah. A bunch.”

“Ok. Let’s go find them.”

Chapter 25

Derek watched as Blake unstrapped the girl and took off his jacket, placing it around her.

“We’re not going to hurt you. We’re getting out of here,” Blake said as he looked at Derek. “There is a gun locker outside the control room. We need to get over there and grab some weapons.”

Derek nodded. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. The money at this job was good, but he wasn’t sure how much he could take of this place. Not to mention, he doubted there was a pension plan or retirement program. What would happen when he was too old to work or got sick or injured? He doubted you just retired from this place. Granted that was years down the road, but may as well plan ahead. Had he known what he was getting into, he’d have passed on this job entirely.

He followed Blake down the hall as the girl followed them. They wound around the back stairwell to the control room. Blake removed his key and opened the steel cabinet outside. There were several handguns hanging from the cabinet as well as several shotguns stacked inside. They each grabbed one of the handguns, all Glock 17s as well as the shotguns, extra magazines and handfuls of shotgun shells as they each loaded their weapons.

“Don’t I get one?” the girl asked.

“What?” Blake said. “Are you fucking kidding?”

“If you are trying to get me out of here. I should get a gun.”

“You even know how to use a gun?”

“Yeah. You point it and shoot!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Blake said. “You’re not getting a gun. Just stick by us.”

“Here,” Derek said, handing her his Glock and an extra magazine before he grabbed another from the locker. Blake looked at him. “What? As long as she don’t use it on us. Gives her a fighting chance.”

“She’s gonna get wasted.”

“We’re all gonna get wasted unless you and your boys have some great plan,” Derek said.

Blake just nodded as they headed down the hall. Two more security guys came running up, but stopped. One of them drew a gun. Some of the guys who had been there longer carried a gun all the time. Most of them didn’t, hence the locker. Before the guard approaching them could draw his gun, Blake fired the shotgun, knocking him off his feet. The other security guy froze, but Blake shot him where he stood. Seconds later, more shots rang out from downstairs.

“Fuck. It’s on.” Blake said. “We’re going through and shooting anyone that moves.”

“You have anyone else working with you?”

“They said there was, but I’m not sure who.”

“Then how the fuck you know not to shoot them?”

Blake just looked at him and kept walking. Derek was feeling less confident about this whole thing as each minute wore on. Part of him wondered if he should just take Blake out and shut this whole thing down. Maybe he’d get a reward or promotion. That or they’d just kill anyone and everyone they thought was involved and start over. It wasn’t like these people valued human life. Except for other rich folks.

Guys like him were one step above the people downstairs. Even then, Camila had one of her own killed like she was nothing. No, he was doing the right thing. Even if it got him killed. He’d made enough bad decisions in his life. If he died making the right one for a change, it would be worth it.

They headed down the stairs when more shots rang out from the dining hall. They reached the bottom and found a security guard with his head busted open.

“What the fuck?” Derek asked.

“Another one of ours.”

They moved into the dining hall and found several dead women lying around. One had her brains blown all over the door. The others were lying near the kitchen entrance. They stepped over the bodies and arrived in the kitchen where two women were. One was half naked, the other was Laura, the hot chick Camila liked. Laura spun around pointing her gun at them. Derek raised the shotgun but Blake yelled out first.

“Who sent you?” he asked. Laura stopped and looked at him.

“What?”

“You work for someone. Who do you work for?”

Laura looked confused.

“I’m with Mr. White. Both of us are. Well, kind of. Long story. He recruited me.”

“Oh shit!” Laura said and lowered her gun. “Is there anyone else?”

“Probably. I hope so,” Blake said. “Not sure who else is coming. Or if anyone else is coming.”

“This is a cluster fuck. Have you guys seen Camila?”

“No. We figured she was down here.”

“No. I haven’t seen her. We were headed downstairs to let the prisoners out.”

“Good idea.” Blake took the lead and they all filed out of the kitchen, down a dark hallway to the elevator. When they reached the lower level, they stepped off the elevator where there were two security men standing outside the holding area. Blake and Derek both opened fire killing both men. Blake stopped to reload the shotgun as they went into holding where a dozen cages were lined up. Five of them still had people in them.

Laura went through and opened each of the cages helping the prisoners out. Three were girls and two were men. They climbed out as they turned and got back onto the elevator. They rode it back to the ground floor and headed out one of the side exits. They filed through the door heading for one of the SUV’s parked around back.

“They keep the keys in the pool cars,” Blake said.

“Why are we leaving?” Laura asked. “I thought we were supposed to kill everybody.”

“You see anyone here to help us? Plus, we got all these guys with us.”

“Fuck! This is so fucked!”

“Here. You guys,” Blake pointed at each of the prisoners, including the ones he and Laura had freed. You guys get into that Suburban. Get in there and keep your heads down. We’re going back in and fuck shit up.”

“Can’t we drive out of here?” One of the men asked.

“No. You’ll never make it out of the front gate. Just stay put.”

They each walked to the SUV’s and climbed in as the three of them headed back inside. They walked through a side corridor into the main hall.

“Why is it so fucking quiet?” Laura said. “I mean we just shot the place up. There should be people all over the damn place.”

“I don’t know,” Blake said. “I don’t like it.”

A minute later the sound of a helicopter sounded. Derek leaned out the doorway and looked outside to see a large helicopter landing on the main lawn. Once it touched down, the side door slid open as a group of men in black fatigues filed out followed by Mr. Black.

Chapter 26

Laura felt sick as she watched Mr. Black and his soldiers storm the front hall. They were all wearing black fatigues and ski masks with rifles at the ready.

“Spread out,” Mr. Black said. “Kill everyone. I don’t care who they are. We’re shutting it down.”

“What the fuck!” Laura whispered to Blake and Derek. “He’s got fucking Navy SEALs and shit!”

“I don’t think those are SEALs.” Blake said. “I know Black has some other project he runs. I think those guys are from that. We are so fucked. Let’s pull back.”

“Pull back where?”

“Out that side entrance where we came in, and get the fuck out of here.”

“What about the front gate? You said we’d never make it out.”

“Probably not. Better than staying here though.”

She saw one of the soldiers heading in their direction. The men looked at her and they fell back into the hallway. The sound of gunshots rang out from the top of the stairwell. A group of club members came running out of one of the side rooms, only to be gunned down by the soldiers. Laura watched as Camila came out of a hidden doorway beneath the stairs. She must have had some kind of panic room there. She approached Mr. Black with her hands up.

“I don’t know what happened?” Camila said. “All of a sudden there is shooting, and my security guys are dead. Now Some of the members are missing. I locked it down and called you right away. I don’t know how this happened.”

“I do. Mr. White. He’s compromised you.”

“No. That isn’t possible. I personally evaluate everyone before they come in.”

“It is possible because it happened. I had suspected a while ago he got some people in. Apparently there were more than I thought. Likely some of your security guys.”

“Fuck. I can’t believe it.” Camila looked as if she could cry. Laura found the look of betrayal on her face somewhat comical, with all the things the woman had done. “So now what happens?”

“What happens is I have to clean up your shit. Including you.”

“What?”

Camila never saw the soldier walk up behind her, point a pistol at the back of her head and pull the trigger. Her face exploded as she slumped to the ground. Blood splattered all over Mr. Black’s face and clothes. Despite all that, Mr. Black never flinched. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood off his face.

“You idiot!” Mr. Black yelled at the soldier. “You got her blood all over my suit!”

“Sorry, boss,” the man said.

“Just go get this done. I don’t want to be here all night. Don’t forget the basement either. They got workers down there. Try not to fuck anything else up.”

The man turned and wandered down one of the hallways as Mr. Black looked on. Blake stood with Derek.

“We’re going to get out of here,” he said. “We’ll try and get those prisoners out of here.”

“I’m not,” she said. “I’m going to kill these fuckers.”

“Are you insane? You don’t stand a chance.”

“Same as you do trying to get out of here.”

“Suit yourself lady,” Blake said. As he stood, a gunshot went off, and his head exploded like a smashed pumpkin. Laura jumped as Derek dove the other direction. One of the soldiers was coming from the other end of the hall. They hadn’t seen him circle around. He opened fire as Laura dove through a doorway into one of the rooms. She dropped her gun in the process. Staying against the wall, she worked her way past the empty chair where a dead victim was still strapped. On the table was a collection of medieval weapons.

She had no idea which member had used this room, but they apparently were into this stuff. She looked around and grabbed a mace, which consisted of a long steel handle with an eighteen-inch chain on the end. Attached to the chain was a steel ball the size of a baseball covered in steel spikes. She also picked up a knife in its sheath and tucked it into her pants.

Laura walked to the doorway and leaned back against the wall. The soldier had been very quiet. She didn’t hear him coming but could smell his sweat as he approached. Just as he stepped into the doorway, she swung the mace, striking him in the face. He let out a grunt as he fell to the ground. She drew the knife and slashed his throat and ran out of the room and down the hall. She ducked into another room as she heard one of the men approaching.

He ran toward her as she knelt down just inside the doorway once again. This time he stepped into the room but was pointing his gun at eye level. She thrust the knife into his groin. The man let out a squeal as blood squirted from his crotch. He stumbled back, but Laura was on him, thrusting the knife into his windpipe and pulling it out. Air wheezed through the new opening as she stepped over his body and headed down the hall to the back stairwell.

Slowly she climbed the stairs and reached the top. There were three of the soldiers on the second level going room to room, shooting anyone they came across. Looking out into the main hall, she saw a soldier dragging Blake and Derek’s bodies into the main hall. She hadn’t seen Derek get hit, but they got him somehow. She stepped into one of the rooms and waited. Once the soldier on her side had finished clearing the rooms, he walked noisily down the hall. Just as he walked past her room, she swung the mace, striking the back of his head.

He fell forward as she reached down and cut his throat. She stood again, but this time, she felt the barrel of a gun touch the back of her head.

“You’re fucking dead, bitch,” the soldier said. Fuck. After all this, she’d come so close. She supposed it wasn’t a total failure. Worst case, they slowed this club down quite a bit. At least, for the time being. She closed her eyes and waited for the end to come. Instead she heard a familiar voice yelling from downstairs.

“All right! That’s enough!” Mr. White called out from the main hall, standing next to Mr. Black. What the fuck?  Another soldier walked out of a room with Brett at gunpoint. “Bring them down here! I’ll deal with this.”

Laura’s head was spinning as they brought her and Brett downstairs. Mr. White and Mr. Black were both standing there. Mr. White was smiling while Mr. Black looked annoyed. She stood before them as Brett stood next to her. There were only three of the soldiers left. She’d managed to kill most of them. So close.

“Sophie! Or Laura I should say. Whichever you prefer. You’ve done an excellent job. I’m very proud of you,” Mr. White said.

“What the fuck is going on?” Laura asked.

“I think congratulations are in order,” Mr. White said. “You single-handedly took out several of our men. I knew you could do it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” She looked at Brett who was pale and trembling. No telling what he had been through. Brett looked as if he was about to speak but the soldier next to him put his pistol to Brett’s temple and pulled the trigger. The single shot sounded with a loud pop! As he tumbled to the floor. Laura looked up as another soldier slammed the butt of his rifle into her face, striking her between the eyes.

She saw stars as she fell to the ground. Looking up at the sky, she felt her consciousness fading as Mr. Black and Mr. White stood over her.

“Bring her out to the helicopter,” Mr. White said.

“You think she’ll be good enough for the next contest?” Mr. Black asked.

“You don’t think so?”

“She’s tough, that’s for sure. But will she go along with it?”

She felt herself being dragged as the men continued chatting as if discussing an upcoming football game.

“She’ll play. I’ve been watching her for a long time. The girl is a player. Trust me. She’ll play and she’ll win.”

The End (for now)

Sneak Peek at Tim Miller’s Upcoming Book!

Reggie woke up shortly after ten and grabbed his crap he’d piled onto the couch. He tossed everything into the Blazer and headed out to make his rounds to the pawn shops. He wasn’t expecting any large sums of cash. If he got fifty dollars for the whole mess he’d be happy. Before hitting the pawn shops, he stopped at Jim’s restaurant for breakfast. His favorite was their Santa Fe omelet. It was like a taco with eggs.

Once he ate, he made it to the first shop. The guy there was a dickhead. He stood laughing at Reggie over the stuff. Said it was all obsolete crap. He was technically right, but he didn’t have to be such a jerk about it. He didn’t have any luck at the next two places. The last one he stopped at, things were different.

He carried everything in and sat it on the table. This guy was an older man and much more pleasant than the last bunch.

“All right young man,” the guy said. “Let’s take a look at what ya got.”

He sifted through, held up the camcorder and turned it on.

“This thing take VHS?” he asked.

“Yeah, the regular sized ones. I got it a long time ago but barely used it.”

“Wow. That is wild. I haven’t seen one of these in years. Got your Nintendo here, let’s see what else.”

The man muttered to himself as he looked things over. In the meantime, Reggie looked at some of the merchandise along the wall. This shop had a different variety of things than some of the other shops. It had a lot more knick knacks and oddities. One was a jar with a pig fetus. There was a huge goat skull with horns hanging up along the wall behind the register. That was when he saw it.

He wasn’t sure why it got his attention so much. It was a clown mask. Except it wasn’t a normal clown mask, it was hideous, yet beautiful.

“Hey, can I see that mask?” Reggie asked.

The old man turned around and pointed to it.

“That one?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure. Here you go.”

Reggie held it in his hands. It was much more solid than it looked. It was some kind of plastic or fiberglass. The surface of it looked worn and beaten. It had a huge round nose on the end with a crack through the middle. The mouth opened in a crooked grin with wire mesh over it. Two large eye sockets stared up at him.

“Can I put it on?”

“Sure guy. Knock yourself out.”

Reggie put it on and walked over to a mirror in the back of the store. Looking himself up and down he smiled inside the mask. He had to admit, he looked terrifying. At least other than his Jimmy Eat World t-shirt. If he had one something black or a hoodie he’d look pretty spooky. He was rather old for Halloween but there was something about this. He felt different. Behind the mask, it’s like he wasn’t himself. He could be someone else. Sometimes being Reggie Ryan sucked. Ok, most of the time it sucked.

“Ok fella,” the old man said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you very much. Ya got some cool stuff here, but it's old.”

“How about this mask.”

“The mask?”

“Yeah. Can I trade all that for this mask?”

“Seriously? That’s all you want?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure. That thing has been hanging up there forever. Some guy brought it in here years ago. I don’t think I gave him anything for it. Said he didn’t want it anymore.”

“Where did he get it?”

“I got no idea. He just stopped in one night and said he wanted to make a donation. No one ever leaves me donations. People bring it busted up crap and want top dollar for it. So I was like sure. Well, first I was like you didn’t just rob nobody in this thing, did you? But he said no, nothing like that. He just don’t need it anymore. So I was like whatever and kept it. Been hanging there ever since till just now.”

“Cool! I think it’s great! Why would anyone not want it?”

“To be honest, the thing is ugly as hell. I guess I kept it hanging there hoping it would scare off anyone who thought of robbing this place. Clowns don’t scare me but they scare a lot of people.”

“Well, I love it. You can keep all that. I just want this.”

“It’s yours then my friend.”

“Thanks!” Reggie ran out to his car and placed the mask in the driver’s seat as he headed back home. While sitting at a light, he kept looking over at the mask. The temptation to put it on was too great. He reached down and pulled it over his head. A thick leather strap held it in place, with a cross strap coming down over the top of his head. He looked in his rearview mirror. In the car next to him, a woman in the passenger seat was looking at him. He rolled down the window and leaned out.

“Boo!” he called out and the woman screamed as her boyfriend looked over just as the light turned green. Reggie laughed louder than he usually did as he stepped on the gas and peeled away. This wasn’t like him. He usually wasn’t a jokester or even gleeful. Yet he was having a lot of fun. On the way home, he drove past the Smarty Mart. His boss, George would be working. It may be fun to play a little trick on his boss.

He pulled up around the back of the store and climbed out still wearing the mask. He opened the door and ran inside. George was behind the register with a trainee.

“Ahahaha! I’m gonna getcha!” Reggie yelled through the mask. The trainee was a young Hispanic girl whose face turned completely white. George’s eyes went wide as he held his hands up.

“Ok! Ok! Don’t hurt us! Here!” He opened the register, grabbed the cash and sat it on the counter. Reggie stood there looking at it for a minute, not sure what was happening. Then it hit him. They thought he was robbing the place, even though he didn’t have a weapon. He looked at all that money sitting there. It was just after lunchtime. There had to be at least five hundred dollars there.

Reggie grabbed it, looked at them as he headed for the door. Just as he reached the door he turned and jumped at them raising his arms.

“Ahh!” Reggie yelled. Both George and the girl screamed. Reggie laughed as he ran out of the store and back to his car. He made it home without incident and ran inside. When he counted the cash it was exactly five-hundred and forty dollars. Shit. That’s way more than he made pawning crap. He didn’t even have to pull a weapon. He put the mask on again and looked at himself in the mirror. Maybe he could just wear the mask around and get stuff. That wouldn’t actually be robbery, would it?

Reggie.

His own name sounded in his head like a whisper. At first, he thought he imagined it.

Reggie.

“Who is that?”

It’s me. Captain Pinky. We’re together now. Things are about to change.

About the Author

Tim began writing at a very young age. Even in grade school he'd sit around with his notebook, writing stories for himself and his friends.

As an adult, Tim's writings have evolved into darker realms. He released his first horror novel, "The Hand of God" in 2011. Since then his books have become progressively more violent and gory. With the release of "Family Night" in 2013, Tim had moved into the world of extreme horror where he continues to push the boundaries of human suffering.

Tim is now an international best seller as well. His book, "Hell, Texas" has recently ranked high on Amazon sales charts since its release in Germany under German publisher, Festa-Verlag.

Tim is very active on social media and loves interacting with his readers. You can find him at his website at http://timmiller.org

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Also by Tim Miller

Hell, Texas

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Psychoville

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Family Night

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