Date: 2015-03-16 07:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Horror
Description: Rodney thinks he is a true ladies man on the internet. He is also a sociopath. He spends his days talking to women on social media and wooing them with his internet prowess. Except most women are not impressed. When he meets Abby on a site he decides immediately that she is the one for him. Abby however, doesn’t see it that way. When she kindly turns him down, Rodney takes matters into his own hands. He kidnaps Abby to teach her the consequences of refusing his advances. Over the next twenty-four hours, Abby learns a new definition of pain and suffering. Using conventional tools as well as som
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

Hacked

By

Tim Miller

Copyright © 2015 Tim Miller

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Cover photo by Tom O’Brien

Cover model: Jessica Mazo

Chapter 1

Rodney scrolled through his newsfeed on Backtrack, the latest and fastest growing social networking site in the world. Over the years, he had been on numerous different sites as they came up, but this one was the best by far. Great user interface and lots of features. It also seemed like more hot girls chose this site over the others.

One would think at forty years old, Rodney would be beyond such things, but that wasn’t the case. Since his divorce five years ago, he had absorbed himself into the world of social networking and online dating. Those were two technically different things, but often blurred together. He worked out regularly and ate fairly healthy. His confidence was evidenced by the many shirtless selfies he posted on his own profile. For some reason though, the women weren’t that impressed with him; at least not the ones he found attractive.

There were plenty of fifty something hags who would tell him how hot or sexy he was. He even grew his beard out since he’d heard girls were all into beards now. His receding hairline gave away his age, but other than that he looked young and vibrant. At least he thought so. The girls in their twenties and thirties, the really hot ones though were bitchy.

All he’d do was send them a nice private message telling them how hot or sexy they were. Even if they weren’t interested they could at least be polite! Instead they would reply with shit like “Ewww!” or “Creeper!” or just flat out block him without so much as a reply. Girls these days were so entitled and rude. Whatever happened to the days of saying thank you when given a compliment? Seems they only want compliments from certain people.

There was a girl on his suggested friends that caught his eye. Her name was Jenny, profile said she was single, twenty seven years old, and also lived in the city. She was a brunette with a killer smile and from her bikini pics from last summer had a smoking hot body; especially for having two kids. Rodney often wondered if these women had any clue just how much information about themselves they are putting out there. Not that he minded. Computers were his life, he could take the smallest bit of info about a person and use it to find their home address, phone numbers, even place of employment. If he wanted, he could even look up the kind of underwear a girl orders for herself.

He clicked on Jenny’s page to send her a friend request then sent her a quick message:

RODNEY: Hey sexy lady. Always great to see a new friend here in San Antonio.

JENNY: OMG. I am so NOT your friend. Plus I have a boyfriend. Please leave me alone.

RODNEY: Your profile doesn’t say anything about a boyfriend?

JENNY: I don’t put my whole life on there. My page is for staying in touch with my family, not finding a date. Goodbye.

RODNEY: You dismissive little cunt. Your boyfriend must be a big pussy to put up with a snotty bitch like you. I paid you a COMPLIMENT! You can at least say THANK YOU!

JENNY: FUCKING WEIRDO!

Rodney went to reply again but she had blocked him. He slammed his fist into the desk. That dumb bitch thinks she’s going to talk shit and just be rid of him? He logged out of his profile and signed into his “secret” profile. He had about twenty or thirty profiles. Only one had his real name. The rest were just fake accounts he used to troll once he’d been blocked. He looked up Jenny’s profile again and took screenshots of her info.

He pulled up an app called BackTrackHack, and signed in. Once he signed in, he copied Jenny’s Backtrack URL into the box. Within seconds he was in her account. There it was, Jennifer Barstow’s entire life right before him. Messages, photos, personal info, including her place of employment. He found her address in one message she’d sent someone from whom she’d bought some things from. She had a boyfriend supposedly, but there were at least three other men she had sent nude photos to. Rodney spent the next several hours downloading and taking screenshots of Jenny’s info. Once he was done, he logged out and closed the app. All that and she never knew he was in her account.

Once he signed out he got dressed and headed to the garage. Tonight he’d be driving the van, an older Dodge Caravan. The windows were tinted and he’d sealed them shut, and it looked less suspicious than the cargo vans. He’d customized the back by removing the seats and setting up his own mobile playpen. At first he’d been concerned about the room, but it turned out he had more than enough room to work and play.

There were handcuffs and shackles affixed to the floor for proper containment. Soundproofing along the walls and he’d painted the inside of the windows so if someone did try to stick their nose inside, they’d see nothing. It was a good setup. This was a fairly new hobby for him. Playing on Backtrack was fun, but in the past year he decided he needed to step up his game. When a bitch got too disrespectful, a lesson was usually in order. He had no trouble being the one to deliver that lesson. His first few trial runs had gone well. Though the first one had almost gotten away, he made it all work and it ended just fine.

He climbed into the van and headed into town. It was just after four in the afternoon, so Jenny would still be at her job. He pulled up outside the barbecue place where she worked as a server and parked next to her car. It was easy to spot from the photos she had posted. He waited for just over an hour until she finally came outside. She was digging through her purse, not even looking up as she walked between the van and her own car. Before she got her own keys out, Rodney threw the side door open, grabbed her, pulled her into the van and slid the door shut.

She screamed and struggled as he punched her in the face several times. Not knocking her out, but stunning her enough to control her. From there he cuffed her hands and feet to the floor in back and climbed into the driver’s seat. Within minutes he was on the highway, headed far away from the abduction sight. Jenny would be long gone before anyone even realized she was missing.

Chapter 2

Jenny didn’t know what had grabbed her. One minute she is getting the keys to her car out, the next someone is pulling her into a van. She managed a scream in protest but that just got her several punches to the face. Now she lie handcuffed to the floor of this van. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she’d blacked out for a bit. Once her vision cleared, she looked around the van as what was happening to her started to sink in.

She was being kidnapped. The thought itself seemed ridiculous, but there it was. She had no idea why or by whom. Who would want to take her? Neither she nor her family had any money. As she tried to move, she felt the handcuffs for the first time against her wrists and ankles. They dug into her skin as she struggled against them.

The van felt as if it were moving rather quickly. Enough light came through the windows and she could tell it was still day light. To her right, her purse sat just inches away. She tried to reach for it, but it was just far enough out of her reach. The asshole probably put it there on purpose. Her phone was in her purse unless he’d gone through it already and removed it.

Along the walls of the van she saw chains hanging up, as well as several large tool chests. She didn’t even want to know what might be in there. It had been a long day at work at Buck’s Barbecue where she worked as a server. She’d been there just over a year and the tips were decent. She got off early today to take her son to see his dad. Unfortunately, whoever had grabbed her did so before she could leave.

The thought made her sick. Her little boy will have no idea where she is or why. While she was terrified about what could happen to her, the thought of her son thinking she just took off or abandoned him really horrified her. Though, up until this point, she hadn’t really reflected on her current situation other than trying to figure out where she was and why. Maybe it was human traffickers. She couldn’t even imagine, but had seen stories about it on the news. They kidnap young women and take them across the border to sell as sex slaves. Holy shit! She’d rather die than be some fucked up sex slave for some crazy, rich asshole.

Before she could think about it any further, the van came to a stop. Someone stepped through the curtain and turned on a small light in the back. The man looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t place him. He was wearing a work shirt and jeans. He crawled into the back and knelt down next to her.

“Hello sexy lady. You remember me?” He asked.

“Remember you from what? Who are you?”

“Oh come on. You forgot me already?”

“I—I don’t know what you mean? I’ve never met you.” She said again. Her mind raced as she tried to place him, but was drawing a complete blank.

“From Backtrack!” He yelled, holding up his phone. He held it in front of her, the conversation she’d had earlier with some creepy guy who tried to flirt with her. “I’m Rodney from Backtrack? Ring any bells now? I said hello, paid you a nice compliment and you were fucking rude to me! You called me a creep and a weirdo and blocked me!” He was screaming now.

The reality of who he was and what was about to happen hit her like a freight train. This crazy asshole, after being blocked by her on Backtrack, went and tracked her down then kidnapped her? What in the fuck? The thought made her throat tighten and stomach knot up. If this guy was that determined, she was in serious trouble.

“Look, I’m sorry. You just sounded weird. And you scared me. I get a lot of crazies messaging me all the time. You didn’t even say hello! You just said hey sexy. That freaked me out!”

“Yes and you called me a creeper and a weirdo. After I was nice to you. Sexy is a compliment. I paid you a compliment! You think you’re too good for me?” He began waving his arms frantically. “Oh no! This old creepy guy is calling me sexy after I posted a bunch of bikini pics for the world to see! Oh no! Boohoo me!”

“Look, it’s nothing personal! Ok? I just…” she was cut off by his backhanding her across the face. “Shut up!” He screamed. “You humiliated and disrespected me! You’re about to learn real humiliation you little cunt. You fucked with the wrong creepy old guy.”

“How did you even find me?” She asked, struggling against the cuffs.

“Are you kidding? Nothing is private online. Someone like me who knows what they are doing can find pretty much everything about everyone. Like I found these.”

He held out his phone again and showed her the nude photos she’d sent to some of her guy friends. Her boyfriend would be enraged if he found out. They’d only been dating three or four months. The guys she sent pics to happened while she’d been home alone and drinking one night. They’d been talking and flirting and so she sent a few tit and ass pics. Her boyfriend, David would be furious if he saw what she did.

“Don’t worry. I already sent them to him. He, wasn’t super happy. I sent them from your phone. Also said you’ll be hanging with your new guy for now. So he might not be in the biggest hurry to look for you.”

“You asshole! No one will believe you! They’ll know something is wrong!”

He smiled and dug into the tool chest and pulled out needle nose pliers and walked back over, kneeling down by her bare feet.

“Now, this is lesson one of your manners. I didn’t want to have to do this, but you brought it on yourself. You understand?” He asked.

“What are you going to do? Leave me alone!”

Without another word, he took the pliers and gripped her small toe on her right foot. Holding it with his free hand, the pliers gripped the tiny toenail and with a single upward rip, he tore it clean from her toe. The pain shot through her foot and into her skull. She had never felt so much pain, never even knew such pain existed. The burning agony seared up and down from her leg into the top of her skull as she saw stars, feeling like she’d pass out if it didn’t go away soon. Finally it subsided just a little. Rodney looked at her and smiled as he held her removed toe nail in the pliers.

“Oh come on now,” he said. “We’re just getting started!”

Chapter 3

Rodney sat listening to her scream and cry. It was all a waste of her own time and energy, but funny to him. She was sure being nice to him now. Perhaps had she been so adamant on being polite when it mattered, she wouldn’t be here now. Too bad for her. They could have had something special. Maybe she could have been the one, or at least they could have been good friends. Instead, he was about to slowly and painfully end her life.

“Please! I’m so sorry!” She screamed. “I’ll do anything you want. You name it, I’ll do it. Please just don’t hurt me again.”

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that my dear,” he said as he took the pliers and ripped out another toenail. She screamed again as he tossed the nail aside. He moved on to her big toe and it took a few harder tugs, but he got it. Her screams had turned into a heaving out-of-breath wailing. He held the nail in front of her face.

“Ok, if you eat it, I’ll stop pulling them out.” He said.

“What?”

“Open your mouth and eat the toenail. Don’t just swallow it either, I want to hear some crunch.”

“I can’t!” She cried.

“Ok, no problem, I’ll just go back to work,” he said as he reached for her foot again.

“No! No! I’ll eat it! I’ll eat it!”

“Alright, here you go.” He held the nail over her mouth. “Open up, nice and wide.”

She opened her mouth slowly as he dropped it in. Her face wrinkled up as she began to chew. He smiled while listening the toenail crunch with each bite.

“That thing was a pretty good size. Should have brought you some nacho dip. Add some flavor for you.” Her face looked as if she were about to throw up as she chewed, and finally swallowed. She heaved and tried to catch her breath.

“Well then. Moving right along. Let’s see.”

He went back to the tool chest and came out with a large saw.

“Ok, this might cause a stinging and/or burning sensation,” he said looking the saw over. It was a medical grade bone saw he’d ordered off Craigslist, along with his many other tools. It was battery operated and could cut through almost anything. He grabbed a blowtorch out of the chest and sat it next to him as he looked her over.

“Ok, where to begin?” He reached down and felt her thigh, and ran his hands down to her ankle. Cranking the saw on, she began screaming again.

“Hey! You said you’d stop if I ate my toenail!”

“I said I’d stop pulling toenails out. We’ve move on to something different. Don’t be so picky.” He fired up the saw and drilled right through her kneecap. She twitched and screamed as the smell of burning flesh and bone filled the van. It went clean through in one good swipe. He moved the leg away and grabbed the blowtorch. He sparked up the flame and ran it over the wound, cauterizing it and stopping the bleeding.

“There you go. Can’t have you bleeding out now, can we?” he held her severed leg up and looked it over. “You have good bone structure and muscle tone. Too bad it’s going to waste. You see Jenny? Had you not been such a selfish cunt when I messaged you, you might have your leg. Now you don’t. It’s mine now.”

“Please stop this! Please!”

“Well, you still have another leg. We need to even it out,” he said as he turned the saw back on and sliced through her other leg. She screamed once again as he forced the blade through and removed her lower leg, once again cauterizing the wound. He reached down and undid the cuffs on her severed ankles and tossed the limbs aside. Jenny writhed and cried as he looked down at her.

“You were once so beautiful Jenny. Such a perfect little body,” he said as he lifted her shirt and began feeling her stomach, running his bloody fingers along her waist and chest. He grabbed a scissors and cut her shirt off exposing her breasts. He ran his hands around them, and squeezed as she tried to pull away. Tears ran down her face as Rodney wondered where that pretty smile was he’d seen in her pictures.

“See? You’re beautiful on the outside, but ugly on the inside. But we can fix that.” He reached up with the scissors and thrust it into her eye socket. She screamed and bucked against him, but he was too strong and too heavy. He wiggled the scissors as her eye socket made a sucking, squishing sound as her eyeball finally popped out of her head. She screamed and wailed to the point he thought his eardrums would burst. He lifted the eyeball and used the scissors to cut away the optical nerve and held the eye up to her good eye.

“Looky there. Just like having a baby. I even had to cut the cord. I would cut out the other one, but I want you to see everything I’m about to do to you.”

“Just kill me. Please? I can’t go home now. I can’t work. I’m no good for anything. Just kill me.”

“Oh, I will kill you. You can be certain of that my dear. It will be when I’m ready though. Like I said, you need to be taught a lesson. Maybe once I’m done with you, I’ll take some pictures of your rotting corpse and put the up on Backtrack for the world to see. That might be fun.”

Her sobs grew louder.

“You’re sick! You’re fuckin’ sick! I’m glad I was rude to you. I was right to be. You’re a sick, creepy asshole! I bet you got a tiny little dick too!” She screamed.

He tried to hold in his anger, but it was so hard when a piece of trash like her was shooting off at the mouth. He unloaded more punches in her face. Her nose crunched beneath his first on the first blow. After the third, he felt teeth breaking away in her mouth. She even began to gag on some of them. He stopped punching as she coughed and spit her busted teeth out of her mouth. They were covered in blood. She tried talking again, but it just came out as gibberish.

“See? See what being rude gets you?” He picked up the saw once again. “Now, where was I?”

Chapter 4

Abbie sat in her office, staring at the clock. It was only three in the afternoon, yet she felt like she’d been at work for twelve hours. It was hard to believe how badly she’d wanted the job as a mortgage processor at the bank. While it paid well, it was an incredibly mind numbing job. She’d gotten most of her work done for the day, now it was just killing time. She logged onto her Backtrack account just to waste time.

Social media wasn’t a huge thing for her. She’d actually just gotten back on the whole social media thing. Her ex-husband had talked her into getting a joint Backtack account when they were together. That was a big, fat mistake. She never quite understood why people would get those unless as a couple you had serious control issues and insecurities. Any time one of her guy friends or even a co-worker would message her, Drake would lose his shit. It got old fast. He had a whole list of problems, but that was a big one. The final straw came when he decided he had the right to go through her phone.

Now she was just enjoying the single life, at least for a while. Getting back onto Backtrack was crazy. So much had changed in the past year. And she was sure she hadn’t gotten any more attractive, yet the friend requests from random guys were overwhelming. Especially the ones that came with an unsolicited dick pic.

Speaking of which, no sooner did she open her messages when there was a large, uncircumcised penis in her in box. Weird thing was it was from a guy in Pakistan. She deleted it quickly before the image could permanently etch itself into her brain. There was a friend request from a guy named Rodney Decker. They had no mutual friends, so no telling how he found her. She looked over his page. He looked like an ok guy. Maybe a bit old for her, but she really wasn’t looking to find dates on there. He had some funny memes posted on his wall and other than lots of shirtless selfies, nothing seemed unusual. She clicked accept and continued on. Though within seconds of accepting Rodney’s friend request, he messaged her.

RODNEY: Hey sexy lady! Thanks for accepting!

ABBY: Hi, thank you.

RODNEY: I love your profile pic. You look really hot in that dress. Your boobs are amazing!

ABBY: LOL why thank you. They do come in handy.

RODNEY: Any chance of getting a better look?

Abby sat back and shook her head. She should have known that was coming. While she considered herself a fairly attractive woman, her boobs had always been her best “gift” as far as she was concerned. Though they could also be a curse. It’s not like she could just hide them when it was convenient. They were always front and center no matter what she was wearing.

ABBY: Umm. No. Sorry. They’re camera shy.

RODNEY: Well that is too bad. No need to be scare of me.

ABBY: I’ll keep that in mind.

The guy was odd, but nothing too scary. She figured he was just lonely like the other ninety percent of the people on Backtrack. She went on to surfing, thankfully with no further dick pics in her inbox. Before long, it was five and she logged off and grabbed her things. As she headed out the door one of her co-workers, Jason, caught up to her.

“Hey! Why the hurry?” He asked.

Jason was an ok guy. Though ever since her divorce, he’d been giving her the full court press. Nothing too bad or crude, just lots of extra attention. He was same age as her, mid-thirties and had been divorced about a year longer than she was. They’d been friends for a while and she may have shown some interest in him, had he not nearly done a touchdown dance when she told him her and Drake had split. The whole divorce process was incredibly painful and even depressing at some points. It would have been a bit more considerate of him to at least act like he wasn’t excited she was now single. Maybe even be there for her as a friend first, instead of instantly going for the panty drop.

Ever since then, she’d kept him at arm’s distance.

“Just need to get home,” she said.

“For what? Got a date with the TV tonight?”

“Maybe. Why do you care?”

“Well that’s harsh. You want to grab something to eat on the way home?”

“No. I’m really tired. I just want to get out of here.”

“Oh, come on. You’ve yet to embrace your new life of singleness! Enjoy the fruits that comes with it!”

“If those fruits consist of your banana, I’ll pass. Thanks. Besides, my date tonight is with Netflix. I missed out on way too many good movies and shows when I was married.”

Jason shook his head.

“You’re serious? Netflix? You’d rather sit around alone eating bon bons.”

“I don’t eat bon bons, dork,” she said. “Now, off I go. See you tomorrow.” She opened her car and climbed inside. Jason stood there, looking confused as she drove off. Once she got home she plopped in front of the TV and opened her laptop. She logged into Backtrack again and noticed she had a dozen notifications. Several were from that Rodney guy.

RODNEY: You are so beautiful.

RODNEY: I hope I don’t sound creepy, but I can’t stop looking at your pictures. You are just amazing.

RODNEY: I know I’m flooding you with messages, but the more I look into your eyes, the more I could just get lost in them. I’d love to touch you and kiss your soft lips.

RODNEY: You there?

RODNEY: I hope you’re not angry with me. Why aren’t you answering?

RODNEY: Hello??????

RODNEY: ANSWER ME!!!!!

RODNEY: Wow! You’re a fucking stuck up cunt like half the other fake bitches on here!

RODNEY: Still no answer, huh bitch? Oh well. I really do love your eyes. I love them so much I’ll cut them out of your fucking head and keep them with me in a jar! Think on that one bitch!

Abby slammed the laptop closed and realized she had been holding her breath. She took out a deep breath and put it aside. Maybe it was time to delete her profile again. She turned on the TV and decided she needed to find something funny to watch. Once she calmed down a bit, she’d go back on there and block Rodney.

Chapter 5

There was so much blood. He didn’t remember this much from the last time, but then again, he hadn’t taken his time so much last time. This time, he savored the moment. Instead of using the bone saw to cut off Jenny’s head, he used a large knife. Boy did she scream and flail. She tried to claw at him, but he’d already cut off her fingers. Her bloody stumps actually tickled as they rubbed against his arm.

Once the head was off, he sat staring into her remaining lifeless eye. Her mouth hung open as her tongue drooped partway out. He placed his mouth over hers, caressing the head in both hands and began kissing it. Sliding his tongue into its mouth, he sucked on her dead tongue while massaging the inside of the mouth with his own. He felt his dick stiffen inside his jeans as he made out with the lifeless head. It had been so long since he’d made out with any woman. Alive or dead didn’t matter to him. Though he was really enjoying her in death.

He then removed his hard cock and slid it inside her empty eye socket and fucked it. He’d never tried that before and was impressed with tight, wetness of the eye socket. It was almost too tight as his dick was a bit on the thick side, but it still felt amazing. He’d wondered why he hadn’t tried this before. It wasn’t long before he was blowing a nice load onto the inside of her brain tissue.

He curled up with her headless body and played with her now lifeless breasts. They were still warm and firm as he squeezed them and massaged them. Putting his mouth on one, he sucked on the nipple. His cock grew hard again as he sucked. Leaning over her corpse, he slid his cock into her pussy, also still nice and warm. As he fucked her body, he looked at her severed head lying off to the side.

Even though she was dead, he wondered if she could see or feel anything, but just not react. Maybe her ghost was standing there watching him fuck her. The mere thought of that really turned him on. His dick grew inside her as he thrust his cock harder and harder, her mutilated corpse bouncing against him along the van floor. Before long he was climaxing once again. Her lifeless pussy taking in his every last drop. He rolled off her and lie next to her.

“See? This isn’t so bad is it Jenny?” He said to the corpse. “Just think. Had you been nice to me from the start, it wouldn’t’ have had to be like this. You could have been having sex with me on your own. At least then you’d be getting some enjoyment out of it. That’s ok though. I’m kind of liking this. I can enjoy your beauty, your skin and your softness without all the bitching and rudeness. I mean, who in the hell do you think you are? You really thought you were some hot shit didn’t you?” He sat up and laughed. “Well now look at you. You’re just a mutilated piece of meat. I’m still in one piece. So now who is better?”

He stood and opened the sliding door and climbed out of the van. He was almost an hour south of San Antonio parked in a field. He leaned in and dragged her body out and dumped it in the field. Reaching into the van, he also tossed out her severed head and limbs. The area was crawling with wild hogs. They’d devour the remains in no time. The rest of her belongings he’d just burn. Once the authorities did find her bones, they’d be so chewed up by the hogs and elements, no why would they learn anything about who killed her.

Once the corpse was in the field, he climbed back into the van, changed his clothes and started it up. The drive home was peaceful. He’d read that most serial killers, was that what he was? A serial killer? Maybe not yet, he’d only killed two or three. Either way, he’d read most serial killers are very hyped up after a kill. Not Rodney. He felt very calm and at peace.

Once he was home, he parked the van in the garage next to his regular car and climbed out. He went inside, showered and headed back to the computer. Earlier in the day, before grabbing Jenny, he’d messaged a few other girls. One this really hot babe named Abby. Though she wasn’t rude per se, she hadn’t replied to his messages. When he was out in the field, he let her know what he thought of her behavior. In spite of all that, she still hadn’t blocked him.

Perhaps there was still hope. It was late, but the messenger feature on Backtrack said she’d seen them several hours ago. So why no reply? She was probably nervous. He understood that. It wasn’t every day a catch like him came along. He decided to send her a few follow ups. Now that he’d had a few hours to reflect, he’d calmed down considerably. Though the killing and violating a rude cunt helped some.

RODNEY: hey there, just checking if you’re ok. I miss you.

RODNEY: I just want you to know, I forgive you for you upsetting me so much earlier. Perhaps you can make it up to me later? I have a few ideas.

So he sat back and waited. He wondered why she wasn’t responding. He’d been more than fair to her. She was a gorgeous woman. No doubt she got lots of messages from guys. Once he got some rest, he’d use his hacker app to see just who has been talking to her. He had ways of eliminating the competition. Maybe she just wanted to take things slow. He loved a woman that played hard to get, he didn’t mind a bit of a chase. One thing that was certain, he always got the girl.

Chapter 6

Abby reluctantly opened her computer back up. That Rodney guy had really scared the shit out of her earlier. She wasn’t sure what she had done to piss him off so badly other than not responding. Problem was, she wasn’t even online to know she had something to respond to. He just up and lost his shit. Once she logged on there were more messages from him.

As she read, it was astounding how crazy this guy was. He forgives her? Forgives her for what? She doesn’t even know the guy. Against her better judgment she had to reply.

ABBY: Forgive me? Forgive me for what? I wasn’t even online and you flipped the fuck out. I don’t even know you. And make it up to you? Are you fucking psycho?

RODNEY: Now Abigail, you shouldn’t talk to me that way. That kind of attitude is why things didn’t work between you and Drake. He seems to think you talked down to him and were disrespectful. No man will put up with that. You got off easy by him letting you walk away.

What in the fuck? She wanted to block this guy, but it was freaking her out. Who is he? Was he a friend of Drake’s?

ABBY: Who are you? How do you know all this?

RODNEY: Remember the necklace he got you for your birthday two years ago? That cost him over two-thousand dollars. Big, heart shaped necklace encrusted in diamonds. And you pawned it. How much did you pawn it for? Two-hundred? Three-hundred dollars?

Jesus! She slammed the lid shut again and picked up her phone. She hated to call Jason, but he was much more tech savvy than she was.

“Jason! Hey!” She said.

“Hey! You change your mind about…” he began.

“No. Nothing like that. I think I need your help. Some weirdo on Backtrack is stalking me.”

“Isn’t everyone on Backtrack a stalker?”

“Not funny! I’m serious. This guy messaged me earlier just saying hello, so I’m like yeah hi. Well he floods me with messages and all pissed off I didn’t reply right away, calls me all sorts of crazy names. So I reply to him again, and he knows all this stuff about me, and Drake and all kinds of personal information. What in the fuck? This is scary shit.”

“Ok, calm down,” Jason said. “I’m not sure how much personal stuff you guys put on your Backtrack, but if Drake did put a lot of stuff up there, then anyone could learn a lot about you just from a little skimming your page.”

“It’s not that. Just something, he knows something and I don’t know how. What do I do? Can I call the cops?”

“For what? For him being weird? Has he made any threats?”

“Well, not directly. He said something like Drake let me off easy by letting me walk away for being so disrespectful to him.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jason asked.

“Sounds like he means he wouldn’t just let me walk away.”

“That’s hardly a threat. Just block the guy.”

“I’m afraid to, he’s weird as hell.”

“Just block him. He’ll soon forget about you and find some other hottie to terrorize. Unless you’re just liking the attention.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Liking the attention? I’m not that desperate.”

“Ok. Just saying. But yeah, just block the guy. He’ll go away.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah I’m positive. These guys are just trolls. Don’t even give him the time of day,” Jason said.

“I guess you’re right. Thanks.”

“You want to go hang out? Take your mind off things.”

“No Jason, but thank you. I hope you’re right about this.”

“Trust me!”

She hung up and logged back on. There were more messages from Rodney but she ignored them. She went straight to his page and hit the “block” button. Once that was done, she deleted the rest of his messages without reading what else he had to say. Part of her was curious, but it would only upset her more. After a few deep breaths she went on to looking at cat pictures and GIFs of people falling off various objects. It was childish, but it never got old for some reason.

After several minutes of browsing, a new message popped up. Now who could this be from? Abby was starting to realize why she hadn’t been on Backtrack in so long. This shit was exhausting. She clicked on the message. This from a guy named Rod. What the fuck? It was the same asshole she just blocked.

ROD: You shouldn’t have done that.

ABBY: Please, just leave me alone! You’re freaking me out.

ROD: Good. I was nice to you, tried to be your friend. Instead you ignore me, and then block me for NO REASON.

ABBY: Are you kidding? I had every reason. You’re some weird stalker and you freak me out. I’m just on here for fun. I’m not looking for dates or boyfriends. Is that so hard?

ROD: You shouldn’t have blocked me Abby. I’m not a child or a stray dog to be dismissed, ignored or just kicked aside. You’ll see.

ABBY: What are you talking about?

ROD: See you soon Abigail.

She blocked that account to, and wondered how many other accounts he had. Once he was blocked, she logged off and closed her laptop. Maybe she should have gone out with Jason, if nothing else to just take her mind off shit and get out of the house at least. But even going to have a drink with Jason could open the door to a whole list of other problems.

Her cell phone buzzed an alert. Instead of answering it, she stood and poured herself a glass of red wine. After taking a sip, she picked up the phone and didn’t recognize the number. Right away she knew who it was.

210-555-9676: You can’t block me Abby. I am everywhere.

She dropped the phone and the wine.

Chapter 7

Doing two dates in one day was risky, but Rodney felt it had to be done. This girl pushed his buttons like no one before. She was so beautiful, so sexy, the mere sight of her had a complete chemical effect on his mind and body. It was one of her weapons. Very few women had such a weapon. Sure guys see a nice pair of tits or a nice ass and get all goofy. That was normal, and then there were girls like Abby who were just stunners. Their eyes, their lips, hair, everything about them caused men to just lose their minds.

At least, if men weren’t totally with it the way he was. Rodney was aware of their methods and schemes and was immune to them. Some really put out the tricks and traps, and those were the ones who had to suffer. First, he’d try to be nice to them, then break them, and if necessary, kill them. So far, none of them broke. They were strong willed little cunts for sure.

Little did Miss Abby realize, he was messaging her from his phone on her own Wi-Fi signal just outside her home. The van sat quietly in the dark as he bided his time. Tomorrow was trash day and her garbage wasn’t out by the curb, so it was a matter of time before she took the trash out. After a few hours his waiting paid off.

The front door opened and Abby walked to the garage and grabbed the trash can, wheeling it to the end of the driveway. This was his window and it had to be quick and perfect. Rodney put the van in drive and sped to her driveway, reaching her just as she reached the curb. He put it in park, jumped out and punched her in the face as quickly and hard as he could. She never even mumbled a sound other than a grunt from the blow. She went down hard as he threw the side door open and tossed her into the back.

He climbed in back, closed the door, and handcuffed her to the floor when the sliding door flew open. A man jumped in and took a swing at Rodney. The punch didn’t even come close as Rodney ducked in plenty of time. Rodney grabbed his arm, the man was now off balance, and pulled him into the van. He slapped a handcuff onto the man’s wrist and slid the door shut.

Quickly he crawled into the driver’s seat and sped off. This hadn’t gone as planned at all. He’d been out there for hours and never saw this guy anywhere. Did he just show up? What shitty timing. The man was screaming and trying to get Abby’s attention. It wasn’t Drake, the guy looked nothing like Drake’s pictures. Plus Drake was much more rugged looking. This asshole looked like he just walked out of an episode of Gossip Girl.

“Shut the fuck up!” Rodney yelled.

“Who are you? Let us go!” The man screamed.

“You done fucked up buddy! You have no idea what you just stepped in. Who are you? You’re not her ex. You a friend of hers? Co-worker maybe? Stuck in the friend zone? So much for being the hero.”

“Fuck you pal! Come back here and take these cuffs off! I’ll kick your ass!”

“You wouldn’t like that, I promise,” Rodney answered.

The guy kept screaming and yelling as Rodney drove. Soon Abby was coming to and joining it. It was enough to make his skull explode. He hadn’t planned on a second one at all. This would either complicate things, or make them more interesting. After almost an hour, he arrived at his spot. It was plenty dark out and he felt fairly certain no one had seen him or what had happened at Abby’s house.

Rodney drove the van down the dirt road through a field and into the woods. No one would disturb him out here. He had as much time to do whatever he needed. He’d even brought cooler with snacks and water. He shut off the van and climbed in back and before the white knight could get out another word, kicked him square in the teeth. He could feel teeth crunching and snapping under his boot as the man’s head snapped back.

He bent down to and cuffed the guy’s other hand to the floor. Their legs won’t be subdued, but this was the best he could do for now.

“Now tell me,” Rodney said as he grabbed a hammer from his toolbox. “Who are you? Why are you here? And who knows you’re here?”

“Fuck you asshole!” The man yelled.

Without a word, Rodney smashed the man’s thumb with the hammer. Not hard enough to break any bone, but enough to get the guy’s attention. He figured he’d just scare the guy a bit now. Let him get comfortable or think he’s got a chance to be a hero, then unleash the real horror. Though you’d have thought he just ripped the guy’s balls off the way he was screaming over a smashed thumb.

“Oh come on! I barely hit you!” Rodney said. “Is this pussy your boyfriend?” He asked Abby.

“No! I work with him. His name is Jason. I have no idea what he was doing at my house. Looks like I had two assholes stalking me,” she said. “Why can’t anyone just leave me alone?”

“Hey! I brought you some pizza. I was worried after your phone call. Looks like I was right. Is this the freak who was fucking with you on Backtrack?”

Abby looked around and things seemed to be registering with her. Her eyes grew wide as she began to tremble. Rodney smiled at her.

“Hi Abigail. You see what happens when you’re a rude cunt? I tried to be nice to you. I was a complete gentleman. How did you repay me? Rudeness, arrogance, and then blocking me as if I were some nobody to be ignored. Not feeling so hot all of a sudden, huh? So tell me. Where is your block button now?”

Chapter 8

Jason couldn’t believe what was happening. He really had gotten Abby a pizza and dropped by, and really was concerned for her. Though he was just hoping for a tiny bit of action. He’d even brought some wine to help loosen her up a bit. Abby was incredibly hot. The fact that she had no clue just how blazing hot she was made her even hotter.

Sometimes at work it was embarrassing that he’d pop a boner just by her walking by. That hadn’t happened since high school. So he absolutely had no intentions of stopping until he hit that. Then again, the evening’s turn of events seemed to be doing the job of putting a stop to it. He hadn’t been in a physical altercation in, well, ever. Not unless you count a fight on the playground in the fourth grade as a physical altercation.

After high school he got his bachelors and MBA from Texas A&M. From there he worked for his dad’s investment firm for several years until the economy took a shit. Now, he was stuck foreclosing on delinquent mortgages in a bank making a third of what he used to make. He still had money tied up in savings and investments though. With all that going for him, picking up girls had never been a problem. He wasn’t the best looking guy around, but he was handsome enough.

He spent a few hours a week at the gym and kept himself in decent shape. Between that, his clothes, and his money, most girls were impressed enough to go on a few dates with him and take a few nice tumbles. Most girls, except for Abby that is. She was with this Drake asshole back when she started at the bank. From what he knew, Drake never hit her, but she was stressed out plenty. She was rail thin back then and often looked like she hadn’t slept in days.

Once they’d split, he noticed she perked up a lot. She put on a healthy bit of weight, her color came back to her skin and she began smiling more. As beautiful as she was before the split, she was a drop dead stunner after. Jason tuned up the full court press when he saw that. Except, she wanted nothing to do with him.

Sure she was polite and tolerated him. He’d figured all along she was just playing hard to get. Most girls did, but she really worked it. She worked it way more than any other girl he’d met. It didn’t frustrate him though, only made him more determined. Jason wasn’t the kind of guy who gave up one something he wanted. Most his life he’d been able to sweet talk or buy his way out of anything. Which brings him back to the current situation.

“Look,” Jason said to his captor. “What is it you want? You want money? I have money. I have a ton of money, so does my family. We can pay you. Anything you want. They’ll be looking for me. Police, feds, all of them looking for me. Do you want that?”

The man just sat there looking at him. The guy’s facial expression never changed no matter what. It was quite unsettling.

“You think I give a fuck about your money? You were an accident. I didn’t even plan on you being there. But like some wannabe white-knight superhero you had to come charging in. I could tell right away you had no idea what you were doing. You and your pretty clothes and limp wristed swing, you’ve never actually been in a fight. Then as soon as I grabbed you, you folded like a lawn chair.” The man reached into a cooler and took out a bottled water, unscrewed the cap and took a drink as he laughed.

“You actually think you stand a chance with a girl like Abby? This beautiful specimen of a woman? You think she would want anything to do with a soft ass pussy like you?” The man continued.

“Excuse me,” Abby said. “I’m right here and I decide who I date. Not a couple of psychos. Are you guys going to fight for my hand now?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CUNT!” The man screamed. Both Abby and Jason jumped as his voice boomed through the van. “I will tell you when I want you to talk!”

Jason tried to find the courage to speak. Under normal circumstances, he had no trouble shooting his mouth off or coming up with something snarky to say. In this case though, his words were escaping him. His voice seemed to vanish as well. If he tried to speak, chances are nothing would come out. For the first time since this happened, fear began to seize him. His stomach tightened as his throat went dry. Even getting hit with the hammer didn’t have the impact this madman’s yelling did.

It had instantly dawned on him that this man was completely insane. Over the years Jason had negotiated billion dollar deals, talked his way in and out of jobs, and talked women in and out of bed. There would be no talking this man in our out of anything. They were completely at his mercy and no matter how much Jason sweet talked, begged or pleaded, this man would not stop. The most frightening thing, the guy hadn’t even started yet. He seemed to enjoy watching is prey squirm within the trap he’d set.

“Look, sir.” Jason began slowly. “I know it is her you want. But I will ask you to do the right thing and let her go. Keep me and do what you want with me. I don’t care. Just please don’t hurt her. She won’t tell anyone. She’ll tell my family I left town. That I went on the bender. I’ve done it before, everyone will believe it.”

“Oh yeah?” The man said. “Just let her go? Then torture you as much as I want?”

Jason swallowed hard.

“Yes. That’s what I’m suggesting.”

“Well, I have both of you now. I can do whatever I want to each of you and no one will ever know. And when I’m done, I’ll leave your rotting carcasses in the woods for the hogs to pick the meat off the bones. By the time anyone does find what is left of you, you will have been gone for so long, no one will remember you. Any evidence of what I did will be in the bellies of the wild hogs running loose in south Texas. Hell, by then I’ll have moved on to another lucky girl. Probably a few girls. Maybe by then I’ll have found my soul mate. This sounding good to you yet? You feelin’ me?” The man laughed, just a chuckle at first, but then it turned into a maniacal laugh. He took another drink of water, but almost spit it out as he continued laughing.

Jason looked at Abby who was now crying silently and looking down. The man finally got himself under control and walked over to his toolbox. After some rummaging around, he pulled out a strange looking tool. It was a long rod with some kind of grips he held on to. At the other end was a four point set of clamps with a large blade coming out of the middle. Jason’s eyes widened once he saw the device.

“Ok kids. Enough chit chat. Time to get started. This is my new toy. I call it The Cleaner. So who would like to go first? Any volunteers?”

Chapter 9

Jesse and Erin walked through the woods, but had wandered off the trail hours ago. Erin insisted there was some wildlife this direction, either a rare bird’s nest or flock of birds. She wasn’t sure which. They’d seen a pack of hogs running way up ahead of them, but other than a baby rattlesnake, those had been the only wildlife they’d seen. Jesse was getting concerned since they were getting low on water.

“We need to find some water. It’s getting late and we don’t have much left.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re headed the right way,” Erin said.

“You thought that an hour ago. It’s already dark. I’m glad I brought the flashlight, but not sure how long the batteries will last,” he said. This whole excursion was her idea. They had a few days off work and she wanted to go on a nature hike. He usually enjoyed them, but they also usually stayed on the trail. He wasn’t sure what got into her this time.

“I thought there was a wren’s nest this way. I wanted to get some pictures.”

“It would have been nice if you knew where. We’ve just been wandering aimlessly.”

“It wasn’t aimlessly. We shouldn’t have turned back there,” Erin said. “I told you I knew where I was going.”

“Whatever,” Jesse said, trying to hide his frustration. He took a sip from his canteen. There was maybe a swallow or two left. Even though it was dark, the temperature was still well into the eighties. They needed to find water somewhere or things would get ugly real fast.

“Do you hear something?” Erin said.

“No.”

“I do, up ahead. It sounds like a car. Are we close to the road?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well I can hear it, listen.”

Jesse stopped and listened. From a distance he could hear what sounded like a car idling.

“You’re right,” Jesse said. “I thought the road was back the other way.”

“Well, maybe they can give us a ride at least.”

“Sounds like they are quite a ways off.”

“Can’t be that far away. Let’s go!” Erin said as she sped up working her way through the woods. Jesse struggled to keep up as his calves had begun screaming over an hour ago. They worked their way through trees and bushes. Mosquitos were coming out and biting the shit out of Jesse’s neck. He kept swatting at them but they seemed to appear faster than he could fend them off. He hadn’t brought bug spray, but didn’t expect to be out this late.

“You coming?” Erin said from up ahead. “Come on!”

He turned off the flashlight hoping to keep the bugs away at least for a little while. Thought it was nearly pitch black without the light.

“Hang on a second. Let my eyes adjust.”

She stopped and sighed.

“You want to get out of here don’t you?” She said.

“Yes! You’re the one who got us lost out here. Now just calm the fuck down for a bit and let me gather myself.” Jesse snapped. He felt bad for losing it with her, but between the heat, his aching calves, being hungry and thirsty it was making him pissy.

“It’s not my fault! Besides you didn’t have a problem with it at the time!”

“All right. Just give me a second.” He took the last drink of water and stuffed the canteen into his backpack. They walked for several more minutes before they saw it. It was a Dodge minivan just sitting in a clearing with the engine on. No lights or anything were visible. It just sat there idling quietly.

“You think anyone is in there?” Erin asked.

“I don’t know. Seems odd they’d be way out here.”

“Maybe they’re sleeping.”

“It’s possible. Drive out here in a minivan to go camping? Something doesn’t feel right,” Jesse said.

“Maybe they’re cooking meth like on that one show. They went out into the middle of nowhere.”

“Those guys had a Winnebago. I doubt a minivan is big enough for that. Still seems odd. We should keep going.”

“Maybe we can ask them for a ride or maybe they have a phone,” Erin said. Good point as their phones had gone dead hours ago. He wasn’t kidding, something about the whole van sitting there in the dark didn’t feel right. But they were tired and out of water. He supposed it couldn’t hurt to at least see if they had a phone or could give them a ride to their car at least. Maybe it was just some hunters taking a break.

“I guess we can go see. If it’s someone weird, we’ll just run off into the dark,” Jesse said, half joking.

“There you go! It’ll be fine! Come on. I hope they have water, I’m so thirsty!”  Erin said as she headed into the clearing and toward the van. Jesse followed behind her until they reached the vehicle. The van was a dark color, probably dark blue and sat quietly idling even as they stood outside it. There was no visible sign of anyone even in the driver’s seat. Jesse looked at Erin who shrugged as he tapped on the side door.

Chapter 10

Abby tried to slide back as Rodney sat his tool down and grabbed her foot. He was trying to hold her feet down, but she kept kicking. He threw some punches at her, hitting her in the stomach, but he was off balance so they didn’t have much on them. Jason tried kicking as well, but Rodney blasted him good in the nuts, which took most of the fight out of him. Jason’s yells turned into high pitched squeals as he pinched his legs together and writhed on the floor.

Rodney grabbed some duct tape and managed to tape her feet to a railing back over her head. Her knees were almost touching her face as he taped each ankle one by one. In this position, it was a struggle to even breathe, let alone fight back. He took a scissors out and cut her shorts and panties off her and tossed them aside. He held the panties up for a second and looked at Jason.

“Maybe I should give these to him. He seems like he’d put them to better use.”

Once those were removed, he cut her shirt and bra off as well leaving her completely naked. To say she felt exposed and vulnerable would be an understatement. There she was, handcuffed to the floor of this van, naked, with her legs spread apart and taped to a railing back over her head with her girl parts exposed to this maniac.

He picked up his Cleaner tool and clicked it, making the mandibles retract a few times.

“Now I’m not gonna lie. This is going to hurt. A lot. I’d offer you something for pain, but where is the fun in that?”

“What are you going to do with that thing?”

“Oh, let’s just say, some anatomical rearrangement.”

He took the tool and leaned in, she jumped as he touched it to her labia. The thing was cold as hell. She tried to wiggle around but couldn’t move at all. She had a good idea what he was about to do and it horrified her. Every part of her being wished she would just die right then and there instantly instead of being subject to the pain she knew was about to come.

Using his fingers, he pulled her labia apart and inserted the tool. It hurt as he slid it inside of her. The cold medal bit at her skin as it rubbed against the inside of her vagina. She wiggled some more, but that only made it hurt more. She tried to close her eyes and take deep breaths hoping he’d be done soon. When he clicked the tool, opening the mandible, she knew this would not be done any time soon. He rotated the tool inside her vagina, as she felt the raw metal cutting and scraping away at her vaginal wall.

He pulled it out as she made the mistake of looking up. The tip of the Cleaner had a mass of bloody goop on the end. She felt her stomach churn at the site of her inner anatomy on the tip of this torture device. He looked at the tip of the Cleaner and shook the goop off and quickly thrust it back inside of her. This time she almost jumped off her back it hurt so badly.

She felt the thing probing around inside of her. Her vaginal wall was raw and throbbing from its earlier pass. This time the pain was much more intense. He rotated it once more as she couldn’t keep from screaming.

“Stop it! Please! Jesus fuck! Stop!” She screamed but he ignored her cries. Pushing it deeper inside her. The tool entered her sex, crudely stretching it out as he opened the mandible once again. The tool rotated inside her, ripping and tearing her cervix as he pushed it further into her uterus. She gasped for air as the pain was almost more than she could take. The pain swept over her body like a tidal wave of torture unlike anything she thought possible.

It felt as if she were being punched in the stomach from the inside. He rotated the tool once again as it scraped and ripped at the walls of her uterus. Tears ran down her face as the physical pain became overwhelming. Then the thoughts flooded her mind. Her physical womanhood was being ripped from her body, against her will. Like some horrific hysterectomy from hell.

He pulled it out again, shaking off another thick clump of tissue that was once her uterus. The pain was so bad, she couldn’t even wiggle or move at all without it hurting. He jammed the tool back inside her scraping, twisting and pulling. With each movement it felt like a ball of fire was being ignited inside of her. She screamed and cried with each pull. Despite her cries, he showed no mercy. Abby would have been happy to just pass out or even bleed to death. There was so much blood as he intermittently removed the tool. How was she even conscious, let alone alive?

At one point he held up a clump still dangling from the Cleaner just inches from her face.

“You see that? Looks like no little Abby’s in your future. Probably just as well. We don’t need any more shitty little cunts like you running around.” He mocked. Whatever fight may have been left in her was gone at that moment. Perhaps it was just the blood loss, the pain, the shock or the emotional toll of what was happening.

Looking over at Jason, he had his head turned away. Deep down she hoped he got it far worse than what Rodney had just given to her, but she immediately hated herself for it. Jason had his own issues, but he was nothing like Rodney. He sure didn’t deserve what was about to happen to him, neither of them did, but that didn’t matter in the scheme of things. It was happening regardless.

All she wanted now was death. This pain she was feeling, the burning and throbbing inside her hurt her entire body every time she took a breath. The only relief that could come would be death. There would be no painkiller or band aid that would make her whole again. Rodney continued the torture for several more minutes before he sat the tool down and took a deep breath.

“Wow, that was exhausting,” he said. “And messy. At least our boy parts are much simpler. You girls and all your glop and mushy shit way up in there. How you feel? I’m sure it hurts. But you should be honored.” He held up the Cleaner and clicked the bloody mandible open and closed. “You got to take my new toy on its inaugural voyage. I’d say it was quite a success.

“Can you please kill me now? I don’t even want to go home anymore,” Abby sobbed. “I just want to die. I’ll never bother you or anyone again. Just kill me. I won’t even fight it.”

“Aww, well how sweet of you, but no. I’m afraid it’s not your time just yet. I packed your goodies with some gauze so that will hopefully slow any bleeding. I’ll change it out in a little while. No my dear. Your friend is next,” Rodney said looking at Jason, then back at the Cleaner. “Though I don’t have any sanitation equipment, so for his sake I sure hope you don’t have cooties.” He clicked the mandibles open and closed again as he laughed. Just as he began removing Jason’s shorts, there was a knock on the van door.

Chapter 11

“What the hell?” Rodney yelled as someone pounded on his van door. Who the hell would be out here? It was after ten at night and he was miles from the nearest road. No way could it be cops. Abby lie there sobbing while Jason began to scream after the first knock. Rodney cracked him on the side of the head with the Cleaner and his screams turned into whimpers.

Rodney grabbed his hammer and slid the door open slightly. There was blood all over his shirt and hands, but he did his best to keep it hidden.

“Who are you? What do you want?” he asked.

“Hi,” the guy said. He was a younger guy, probably in his twenties. His hair was longish hair and glasses. The girl was lightly taller with brown hair. They both had on backpacks and both looked like they’d been out in the sun way too long. “We were wondering, if maybe you had a phone we could borrow. Or maybe some water. If you could give us a ride to our car it would be great. Sorry to impose, we’ve just been out here a really long time.”

“I’m sorry. I’m in the middle of something important,” Rodney said and slammed the door. He turned back to his captives when there was a knocking again. He cracked the door slightly and this time it was the girl standing there.

“Hey!” She said. “We could die out here. You’re just gonna slam your door in our faces?”

“You’re right. You could die out here. Which is why I suggest you leave.” He went to close the door again, but the girl stuck her hand inside the door and pushed it further open. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of Abby and Jason and her eyes went wide. No doubt she saw Abby tied up and naked with her legs taped behind her head and blood oozing from her pussy.

The girl began to scream, but before she could Rodney grabbed her by the hair, pulled her into the van and hit her in the face three times with the hammer.

“Hey!” Her boyfriend yelled. Rodney spun around in a smooth motion and cracked him in the side of the head with the hammer. The guy bounced off the door jamb before slumping to the ground. He reached down and grabbed the guy and dragged him into the van and slammed the door. Fuck!

Looking around this had become a total mess. The night was meant to be an intimate date with a special lady for one night. Just him, her and the van. Now he’s got four people, three of which have nothing to do with anything. He was also going to have to move. Someone would be looking for these hikers. Stupid nosy assholes. He gave them a chance to walk away, but the dumb bitch had to stick her nose into shit.

The hikers lie bloody and writhing on the floor. He grabbed the duct tape and taped them both up by their hands and feet the best he could and climbed into the driver’s seat. He put the van in drive and headed to his back up spot. It was about twenty minutes away, but there wouldn’t be any hikers there. He might have to scrap this spot for good. It seemed so perfect too.

Once he arrived at his backup spot he parked the van and climbed in back. The guy was wiggling around trying to scream through the duct tape. The girl was awake, but looking dazed.

“I wish you all would have just walked away. You fucked up my whole shit.” Rodney said. He sat and tried to think of some options. There probably was a way he could make this interesting. So strange three out of these four people literally walked right up to him. He did very little work in capturing them. Hell, he didn’t even want them, but couldn’t just let them go now.

“As you can see, we have some rather disturbing activities going on here. Not for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. But now, it looks like you’ll get to see firsthand how ugly things can be.”

He pulled the duct tape of each of their faces as they both began to scream.

“Stop that! No one can hear you out here. You’re not even close to where I found you. So it will be like you just vanished from there.”

“Please mister!” The guy said. “We don’t want any trouble. Honest. We were just lost. If you let us go, just dump us off somewhere. We’ll never say a word to anyone. Not about these other people or anything. I swear!”

“Well, now there’s a thought. I might just do that,” Rodney said.

“You will?”

“Sure! I’m a reasonable guy. Let’s get you up.” Rodney cut the duct tape off the young guy’s feet. As the guy sat up, Rodney smashed his left foot with the hammer, demolishing all of his toes. The man screamed and cried as he grabbed his foot. Rodney grabbed a knife and slashed a large cut down the back of his calf. Blood oozed as Rodney grabbed the guy by the hair and slid the door open, and shoved him out of the van.

The young man stumbled over some rocks before getting his footing and limping away. The man climbed into the driver’s seat and turned on the headlights, illuminating the guy as he limped along. The man turned and looked back at the van, somewhat blinded by the lights, and turned and kept going.

Rodney sat back and watched as the man got about fifty feet away before the first hog arrived. It ran up and began sniffing at him. The man tried to pick up his pace, but with a broken foot and a leg all sliced up, he couldn’t go much faster. Several more hogs ran up knocking him to the ground. Rodney rolled down the window to listen to the man scream.

As the hogs gnawed on his blood covered leg and tore into his limbs and face, his screams grew louder and louder. When one of the beast tore his arm off, he shrieked like a little girl. When they tore into his face and head, Rodney couldn’t tell his squeals from that of the hogs.

Chapter 12

Finally Abby no longer felt pain. Was she dead? She didn’t think so. She could still hear the voices in the van. Rodney was hitting someone and a new voice screaming. Oh God. Did he get more people? No! No! No! Though the selfish part of her was glad. Maybe he’ll focus on them for a while and leave her alone. She’d had enough. She wasn’t just saying that to him earlier, Abby really did want to die.

He’d ripped her fucking insides out with some crude instrument. What kind of sick fuck does that? Or even makes a tool just for ripping out women’s insides? That is insane. After a while the voices began to fade and she was no longer lying in the van. She was in her house, but it wasn’t her house. It was their house. Drake was there. Not the older, burned out asshole Drake she’d divorced. But the young, handsome Drake who’d had his whole future in front of him. They both had.

She’d been modeling part time, trying to find a big break. It was tough. Despite her looks, she had a hard time getting the good gigs. She just wasn’t quite tall enough or thin enough. She wasn’t fat by any means, but her curves often kept her in the “plus-size” jobs. Those jobs often didn’t pay as much or weren’t taken as seriously.

At one gig, she walked out when she arrived to find the photographer naked and with a hard on. It wasn’t even a nude shoot. It was supposed to be some artistic nature shoots, but there he was, standing in the park butt ass naked.

“Come on,” he said. “I told you it’s a paying gig, but money is tight right now. I figured I’d make it up to you by…you know. Making love to you.”

She almost threw up as he said it. The guy was around six foot two and a hundred forty pounds of bones. His rib cage jutted out and his bony shoulder blades looked like something you’d see in a Feed the Children commercial.

“Are you fucking joking? You think fucking me is payment?” First she was sick to her stomach, then she started to laugh. Once she began to laugh she couldn’t stop. The laughter turned into this hysteria that only enraged the photographer. He pulled his pants on, so furious it was comical to watch. He nearly tripped himself getting dressed as he stormed over to her.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” he said. “You’re lucky I offered you anything. You have any idea what kind of opportunity I’m giving you here? And you want to ruin it over being a prudish cunt? I’ve seen your nude work. Your pussy isn’t made from fucking platinum bitch.”

“I don’t need your opportunity. I need money to pay my bills. Your little pencil dick or bullshit gig isn’t going to do either, so I’m out of here.” As she began walking away, he grabbed her arm and spun her toward him.

“Where are you going? We’re not done here.” He said.

She jerked her arm away and smacked him in the face. It was easy to jerk away from him, he was a skinny weakling. Not that she was insanely strong, but doing yoga three times a week gave her some muscle. He stepped back looking shocked at the fact she slapped him.

“I said I’m fucking leaving!” She turned and walked back to her car. Thankfully he didn’t follow her. After that incident, Drake began to accompany her on modeling jobs. That had been the beginning of the end for them. He’d never been the jealous type, at least he hadn’t acted like it. But he’d ruined many jobs for her. Some involved her being body painted or posing with another guy. None of these were nude shoots; at the very least, nudity was only implied.

Drake wasn’t having any of it. Even though she would explain long ahead of time what a job consisted of and how much she was making off it, he’d get to the set and just lose it. It got to the point, she could barely book any jobs anymore. While he acted pleased with himself, her resentment just kept building until she couldn't keep it in anymore.

“Why do you keep fucking up jobs for me? Can’t you just go there and shut up and let me work?”

“You call that work? Doing fucking porn?” He yelled back.

“It’s a bathing suit ad! Not even remotely porn. Shit, I’ve caught you jerking of to the swimsuit issue. At least I’m getting paid for this.”

“It’s not the same. You don’t need to be taking off your clothes in front of strangers. I want you to quit.”

She’d suspected as much for a while.

“I’m not quitting. You knew what I did when we got together and you were fine with it,” she said.

“That was before.”

“Before what? You actually saw me on set? If you watched closely you’d have also seen there is nothing sexy about it. Lots of standing around and waiting. Or standing in cold water in a bikini or letting some guy I don’t know cuddle with me in my underwear. All very uncomfortable at times, but part of the job.”

“Well it’s time for a new job. New job, or a new man.”

That was the first of many fights they had on that and many other subjects. The least of which was him cheating on her with one of the trainers at the gym. That baffled her the most. This girl had nothing on Abby, yet when she saw them together they were like school kids. Maybe it’s because this chick was younger and stroked his ego and his dick. Abby was sure the girl believed all the lies he’d told about being a movie director. He’d shot a short film on his Go Pro with some friends once, that was his filmmaking experience, but he convinced this dumb girl he’d make her a star.

Before long, she was living by herself, fast forward a couple years and here she was. Odds are Drake or no one else would be coming to look for her. Her mind began to clear as her eyes opened to see Rodney standing over Jason holding his cleaner tool. In her trip down memory lane, she’d hoped that was the reality and this was the nightmare. Sadly, hope was too big a thing to ask for on this day.

Chapter 13

Jason sat up quietly looking around. The new girl was lying there looking at the door and appeared terrified. He’d seen Rodney let her boyfriend loose but he doubted he got far. No telling what happened to him out there. He looked at the girl trying to get her attention. She finally made eye contact with him.

“What is your name?” he whispered. “I’m Jason.”

She just looked away at first, but looked back over to him.

“What is your name? Is there anyone else with you?” Jason whispered again.

She shook her head no.

“I’m Erin,” she whispered. “What is going on here? Who is this guy?”

“He’s crazy. He’s after her,” Jason nudged his head toward Abby who was staring off into space. “We just got in the way. I tried to stop him. Shh!” Rodney climbed back toward them and looked at Erin.

“Well, I’ve got some bad news. I let him go but I’m afraid he didn’t make it,” Rodney said.

“What do you mean didn’t make it?” Erin asked.

“Well, there’s a lot of wild hogs running around out here. Very vicious and hungry creatures. Looks like he was their dinner.”

Erin sat there looking confused for a moment before what he was saying sank in.

“It was pretty gruesome to watch. I should have recorded it. They ripped his face right off and ate his brains right out of his skull. Fascinating animals,” Rodney continued.

“Fuck you asshole!” Jason yelled, finding his courage again. The anger and what was happening to them, as well as this young couple who just stumbled upon them was getting to him. “You’re just a big fucking pussy. You couldn’t take any of us! Abby could kick your ass if you put up a fair fight. No! Instead you gotta sneak around, tie people up and use all your little torture toys. You’re just a little pussy bitch.” He felt like he should stop talking, but once he started he couldn’t stop himself.

“Let me guess, your mom used to shove things up your ass as a kid? Maybe you never got a date in high school so you had to sit in the corner during the prom and jack off? Am I getting close?”

Rodney’s face remained blank, and almost looked amused. He cracked a smile and began clapping.

“Wow Jason! Very good. I’m impressed. That’s the most balls you’ve displayed since you got here. Which is unfortunate, because I have to rip yours off.”

“What?” Jason said as his stomach instantly tightened.

“Oh don’t worry. It’s not because of your outburst. I had been planning on doing it anyway. I was just interrupted by these two.”

“Dude! Come on! Not that! Please!” Jason said as Rodney picked up his Cleaner and wiped it off with a rag. He leaned in and ripped Jason’s shorts off. Despite his kicking and resisting, it was like a mom changing a child’s diaper. The kicking didn’t even slow Rodney down. He held up one of his legs as he took the Cleaner and pressed it against one of Jason’s testicles. The pressure hurt as the mandible squeezed around his left testicle, the metal claws digging into the loose skin of the scrotum.

Rodney clicked the button as the mandible snapped shut as the thin blade shot through the testicle itself. Jason screamed as Rodney twisted and pulled for several minutes until it the ball ripped free. It tore free of the scrotum as Rodney looked at the bloody mess, holding it up to the light, examining it.

“Wow. I always wondered what these looked like up close. Pretty crazy, right? Looks like a great big jelly bean.”

Jason could barely hear what he was saying as the deep pain throbbed from his groin, all the way into his stomach. He thought he might throw up, but couldn’t. Rodney took the Cleaner and leaned in again.

“Ok tough guy. Time for round two. You might talk a little funny after this.”

Jason was too weak to even protest or resist as Rodney slid the cleaner inside his ripped up scrotum, latching the mandible onto his remaining testicle. The tool was cold and sharp as it bit in to his crotch, sending fiery pain up and down the right side of his body. Rodney twisted the Cleaner as he pulled while the blade cut into the soft organ. Tears ran down Jason’s face as the last of his testicles was ripped from his body.

“Ow!” Jason whimpered as he sobbed. “Ow! Why? Why did you do this?” He sounded like a small child, crying and blubbering.

“Because, you interfered. Abby is mine. Always has been. Now she can never be yours. He held up the other testicle still in the claw’s grips. “I really got you by the balls now. Maybe I’ll give them to Abby. She probably has more use for them.”

“Just kill me,” Jason said. Now he knew why Abby was pleading for death.

“You guys keep asking me that, but no. I won’t kill you. But I’m a fair guy. I’ll give you the same opportunity as I did our new friends.” Rodney leaned in and unlocked the handcuffs on Jason. He was too weak to fight back as Rodney grabbed him by the hair and slid the van door open and rolled him outside. Jason didn’t even realize what was happening as his face hit the dirt and rocks on the ground.

Once the door was closed Jason at first felt confused, but then a burst of energy hit him. Hope. I’m free! He let me go! Though he was bleeding heavily from where his balls recently were. He struggled to his feet and stumbled away from the van. The rocks cut into his bare feet as he staggered along the dirt road. It was dark and the moon was high in the sky.

Looking down at himself in the moonlight, his flaccid penis hung at a strange angle. As he stumbled along, there was a rustling sound in some brush nearby. In the dark, he couldn’t see what it was, but he kept going. Rodney mentioned the wild hogs ate that other guy, but that just sounded crazy. After a few more steps there was more rustling, this time a hog appeared. Its snorts were loud and felt as if they echoed through the night.

Jason tried to pick up his pace, but every single step hurt like hell. He stepped on a large rock and rolled his ankle as he fell to the ground. As he pushed himself up, the hog was before him, staring at him face to face. It let out a snort with which he could smell death. Fresh death from the man it had just eaten. There were more loud snorts coming from the side as he looked to his right to see a pack of hogs coming toward him.

He slowly made is way to his feet when one of the hogs charged him, slamming into his side. He felt his ribs shatter as his breath went out of him falling back to the ground. Lying flat on his back, he was helpless to move as one hog ran up in between his legs and chomped down on what was left of his manhood. He screamed the most blood curdling shriek he’d never thought was possible to make as the things huge teeth dug into his pelvic bone, ripping and tearing at his flesh.

The rest of the hogs joined in. Chomping at his arms and stomach. He could feel them burrowing into his gut and chowing on his intestines. Death would be coming soon. Part of him took comfort in the pain, hoping it would arrive quickly. That comfort faded as he looked up to see a large set of hog’s jaws closing in around his face.

Chapter 14

Abby’s head began to clear when she heard Jason screaming and the van door slam. Rodney reached up and cut her legs down so she wasn’t still balled up in such a weird position. Her entire body felt like her insides were on fire. The insides of her vagina and uterus lie on the floor in front of her in a heap of gloppy tissue. There was also a new girl wrapped up in duct tape. Rodney was sitting in the corner looking at both of them.

He nudged the other girl with his foot.

“So,” he began. “What should I do with you?”

“What do you mean? We were just lost. You didn’t have to hurt us.”

“Oh I know. But I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“Because I enjoy it. I’ve never been good at most things. Hurting people seems to be one of the few. So may as well go for it. What is your name anyway?” He asked.

“Erin.”

“So Erin. What were you two doing out in the wilderness this late. As you can see, it’s rather dangerous out here.”

“Just went for a hike. It was a nice day, not too hot. So I thought it would be fun. We like hiking. We got off the trail and got turned around. So we ended up by your van.”

He was looking down and rummaging through her backpack.

“You have a lot of useless shit in here for a hike. Nothing for survival at all. And a phone charger?”

“It was just supposed to be for a few hours. Please, let me go.” She said as tears ran down her face.

Abby tried to speak up and chime in, but her throat felt raw from screaming earlier. For the time being she just listened to the strange conversation.

“I promise…I promise I won’t tell anyone that you killed Jesse. Ok? I promise. I swear to god. I don’t even care what you do to this girl. Whatever your deal is with her, it’s none of my business.”

Rodney looked up and laughed.

“Wow! Seriously? For one, I didn’t kill Jesse. The hogs did. But you know, I’ve only done this a few times and it is an interesting social experiment. But wow. I never expected to see a person throw another under the bus like that. Take a good look at her. Look closely at her body.” He pointed. “You see that? You see what I did to her? And there is more where that came from.”

“I don’t want to look at her. I don’t want to know. It’s none of my business. She obviously did something to upset you and we happened to walk in on it. I’m sorry. If you let me go and like not turn me loose out there, but drive me to the highway and just drop me off, I’ll forget I was ever here.”

Abby had heard enough.

“You fucking bitch!” She yelled though her voice was still hoarse. “None of your business, just leave me here? Fuck you! What kind of selfish little cunt are you?” Though by looking at how she was dressed and the contents of her backpack, Abby had a good guess. This girl was a spoiled college kid. Kids like her made her sick. She worked her way through college doing part time jobs and whatever else she could to get by.

Kids like this Erin chick had parents that paid for everything. They went on hiking trips and thought they were more in touch with nature because they went hiking and drank organic coffee. The anger was giving Abby some energy back and helping her forget some of the pain. Maybe she could use that in her favor.

“Now ladies. Let’s not fight. Not yet anyway. You see, Erin. Abby here is very special to me. We had something really special going for us, but she decided to throw it away. Pretended as if I never even existed. Now, what kind of man would I be if I let her get away with that?” He explained.

“We didn’t have anything. You’re a fucking psycho.” Abby corrected.

“That’s your opinion. You see Abby, I knew from the moment I first saw your profile picture you were special. We had a connection. You might deny it, but I felt it. You are my soulmate. You know it and I know it. However, you chose to hold back from me, to withhold your soul. But it’s mine. Since you wouldn’t give it to me, then I have to crack you open and pull it from you.”

“You are so fucking sick,” Abby said. “No part of me is yours. You could cut me up in little tiny pieces. Not one part of it belongs to you and never will.” She shocked herself at her own boldness toward him, but there was nothing more he could do to her. Nothing he did would hurt any worse than the pain already inflicted. He’d be doing her a favor by killing her. So she decided to let loose.

Rodney ignored her insults and turned back to Erin.

“You see the kind of disrespect I have to deal with? This is why I have to resort to these kinds of measures.”

“Oh, new girl.” Abby said. “See that mess under my legs? He cut my fucking pussy out. That’s what is in store for you. You think he’ll let you go? He won’t. Not unless he feeds you to the hogs outside. This is it for us, both of us. You were dead the second you knocked on that door.”

“No. I have a family. I graduate in a few months. I got all my dogs I rescue, they depend on me!” Erin said as she nodded toward Abby. “What does she have? A pretty face? A good body? Who else is looking for her? Who will miss her if she’s gone? Let me go and you can have it both ways, you can have your dream girl, and help make the world a better place.”

This chick was seriously pissing Abby off. She was wanting to scrap the bitch’s vag out herself and feed it to her.

“All right. Enough talk. This has been a fun little get to know you thing, but I think we need to get back to work. Erin, you make a valid argument, but I’m afraid the answer is no.” Erin began to squirm as Rodney dug through his toolbox and came out with what looked like an eyelash curler but with a thin razor blade on the end. “While I admire your determination to leave, and even to throw your fellow captive to the wolves so to speak. You have seen things that cannot be unseen.” He clicked the lash curler open and closed. “So for that, I must make sure that, for the rest of your short life, you don’t miss anything.”

Chapter 15

He hadn’t been lying, he did enjoy the conversation, but the begging and arguing had grown tiring. While he was shocked that Erin would so readily allow him to just do whatever he wished to Abby as long as he didn’t harm her, he shouldn’t have been. The girls didn’t know each other and while many people would be selfless and want to rescue their fellow man, others were all about self-preservation. Erin was still young and apparently over estimated her value to society. If anything he was doing her a huge favor.

“Ok. Just hold still,” he said. “It might hurt a bit, but soon you’ll be free from the prison of your own mind. You’ll have the whole world before you.”

She screamed as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. Taking the eyelash curler and closing it around her left eyelid, she screamed as the blade cut into her eyelid. Her eye grew wide as the curler made a loud, squishing sound while he squeezed more firmly. All the while singing to her.

“Oh be careful little eyes what you see. Oh be careful little eyes what you see. Because your father up above, is looking down in love, so be careful little eyes what you see,” he sang as her eyelid came off. He held it up, examining it as he smiled.

“You ever hear that song Erin? My mom used to sing it to me as kid. This might surprise you, but I had a great childhood. My parents never divorced. We went to Sunday school every week. I was baptized when I was twelve. Now don’t worry. I’m not some religious freak. Those people are scary.” He tossed the eyelid aside and began on her right one. She screamed again as he continued talking.

“So yeah. As you can see I’m mostly a nice guy. Sure, I have my moments as Abby can tell you. She was rude to me on Backtrack, so I responded with some rude messages, but as long as things go my way I’m quite reasonable.” He closed the curlers around the eyelid eliciting another scream. “My dad was a software engineer for Texas Instruments. My mom stayed home most of the time. So it was mostly her, my older sister and me. I haven’t seen my sister in ages though. She moved to Germany after college. We never got along so well. She always called me a freak.”

“God, I wonder why.” Abby chimed in.

“You shut the fuck up! I’m telling a story here! I’ll come over there and slice your fucking tits off next if you say one more word!” He shouted, and then cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.”

“So as I was saying. I always had poor boundaries as my therapist said when I was in junior high. She added, if I liked or wanted something or to be around someone, I tended to impose myself on people. If I wasn’t invited to the party, I just showed up. Most the time I didn’t react so nicely when told to leave.”

He squeezed harder on the curler as the blade slowly sliced through her eyelid. Her screams turned to all out wails as the flesh cut away from the eye.

“There was one time, it was at our church youth group. I must have been, oh, fourteen maybe? This one kid, a real stuck up little shit. He’d invited our whole youth group to his birthday party. I guess he forgot that meant I would be there too. Well, neither he, nor his mom, wanted me there. She said I was creepy if you can believe that shit. Me? Creepy? Yeah, same here.” He said looking baffled. “Well I didn’t take the news to well and our shithead youth leaders didn’t stand up for me. They insisted that I go. I guess his parents had money and all, big donors to the church, that sort of thing.” He was talking with his hands, with the eyelash curler in one hand with a severed, bloody eyelid hanging off it.

“So I got a little upset. They had this nice vase there, I guess it was worth a lot of money. Now, I don’t remember all of this, it’s all somewhat of a blur. But I threw this big vase to the ground and shattered it. I picked up a huge glass shard and cut his face to ribbons. Now, don’t worry. He lived. Funny thing is, I got six months in juvie, but his face is still all fucked up. So who do you think got the real lesson in that one?” He laughed and tossed the eyelid aside.

“So after that, I was in and out of juvie a lot. Usually for getting in fights and stuff. But I did clean up my act finally. By the time I was in high school I’d learned not to let loose in such wild fits of rage. I started holding it in, and planning. So like now as you can see, I’ve pretty much perfected things. Mobile location, wildlife body disposal. Plus I’m a computer programmer so I know more than the authorities on computers and covering my tracks. A lot of work for true love isn’t it?”

Erin was staring up at him in a permanent and horrifying stare. Her eyelids now removed, she looked around wide eyed as tears ran down her face.

“What did you do? I can’t close my eyes.” She asked.

“Oh, I chopped ‘em right off. Now, you won’t miss a single, beautiful moment of what is left of your life. You’ll get to watch it all, and feel it.”

He dug through her backpack and pulled out a makeup kit. Rodney wasn’t sure why she’d have needed one on a hiking trip, but something told him she’d have one, and he was right. He found a compact and flipped it open to the mirror. He held the mirror in front of Erin’s face. For a moment he thought her eyes would literally pop out of her head. She immediately screamed.

“Don’t worry,” he said as he pulled out a knife. “We’re not quite done yet.”

Knife in hand, he grabbed her by the cheeks and began cutting into the flesh around her mouth. She gagged and screamed as blood poured from her mouth and bubbled down her chin. He pulled her bottom lip free, as it was now just a hunk of bloody meat. Going back to work, he cut away at the upper lip as she continued screaming, but by now, little fight was left in her. He pulled the upper lip away, and smiled as he admired Erin’s now permanent skull like grin. Her screams had turned to whimpers as she sobbed, staring up at him with her living-death mask of a face. He looked closely trying to decide what else needed to be done. Soon it hit him, as he went to work on her ears.

Chapter 16

Between Erin’s screaming and Rodney’s rambling about his childhood, Abby wished he’d have just ripped out her eardrums so she wouldn’t have to listen to them. It sounded terrible in her mind, but something inside of her was changing. She no longer cared if she made it home. She wanted to hurt Rodney, and maybe even Erin. Though she was just stupid and selfish. He was pure evil.

She looked over at the hideous look now frozen onto Erin’s face. Abby wondered what Erin’s rich family will think of her now. Once he was done rambling, he got up and climbed outside of the van.

“Excuse me ladies. I need to take care of business,” he said. Abby figured he had to take a piss. When he was gone she looked at Erin who was lying there crying with her eyes permanently open.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who is getting tortured,” Abby said. “Nice try though, bitch.”

“I’m sorry,” Erin said. “It’s nothing personal. I just want to go home. You’re already all fucked up. I’d have gotten help.”

“No you wouldn’t. We both know it. You’d go back to your quiet home in the Dominion and would be on with your happy little life.”

“That’s not true. It’s not true at all!” Erin cried and blubbered some more. Abby couldn’t understand her. She wiggled her wrist around the handcuff, fruitlessly seeing if she could slide her hand out. The metal had dug into her wrists, rubbing much of the skin away. Abby tugged and tugged, ignoring the pain and gritting her teeth as she tried to work her wrist free. Unlike earlier, there was some movement within the cuffs.

She tried to hurry before Rodney came back in, but didn’t think she had much time. Rolling her hand into a V shape she pulled and pulled, trying to get it through the cuffs. She pulled slowly, willing her hand back and forth. The steel tore against her flesh as she pulled, but not gaining much movement. She relaxed her hand, closed her eyes and counted to three and pulled her hand through the cuff as hard as she could. Her thumb snapped as it went through, eliciting a cry of pain as more skin tore away from her hand.

She opened her eyes and found her right hand was free. Her thumb dangled loosely and it was covered in blood, but it was free. Leaning up quickly she grabbed her stomach as pain from the earlier torture shot through her abdomen. Erin looked at her and finally realized what she was doing. She opened her mouth as if to scream, but Abby pointed at her.

“Shut the fuck up. I swear to God I will kill you!” Abby said as she dug around in the tool box just as the van door slid open. Quickly she lay back and placed her hand over the cuff as if she were still cuffed. Rodney looked around at the two of them and smiled.

“Ok then,” he said. “I feel much better. What should we do now?” He clapped his hands together and walked to the tool box. “Let’s see what we have left in the toy box here.”

He pulled out an ice pick and looked down at Abby.

“You’ve had a nice break Abby. I’d say it’s your turn again.”

He leaned in with the ice pick, holding it inches from her eye. A smile crossed his face as she stared at him, unflinching.

“Well look at you. You grow a set of balls after I dug out your pussy?”

Without a word, she pulled her free hand up, grabbed his hand with the ice pick and yanked him down, off balance. He tumbled to the ground next to her as she reached over and slapped the handcuff around his wrist.

“Hey!” He yelled.

She leaned into the toolbox just behind her head, feeling around with her hand and found a hack saw. She took the saw and smashed him in the face with it, busting his nose wide open before she began sawing at the other handcuff still restraining her. With the adrenaline pumping, it only took her a minute or so to cut through the chain and she was free.

Rodney rolled around holding his nose. She grabbed his other arm and slapped the other handcuff on him, locking him in place with both hands.

“You bitch!” He yelled. “You fucking bitch! You are so fucking dead! You think you’ve felt pain? You’ve felt nothing yet! You hear me! Nothing!”

She ignored his screaming, but couldn’t ignore Erin.

“Oh my God!” Erin said. “You’re free! Cut me loose! Cut me loose! Hurry!”

Abby looked at her crazed eyes and spit directly into one of Erin’s eyes. Erin screamed as Abby climbed into the driver’s seat and turned on the headlights. She put the van into gear and started to drive.

Chapter 17

Abby had no idea where she was or where to go. She just sped down the dirt road, which curved and twisted through the dark. She could be headed to freedom or deeper into the wilderness. She had no idea why she was going so fast. Rodney was chained up in the back so running from him inside the van would be pointless.

She tore around one curve almost losing control but kept it just on the road. Speeding along another curve caught up to her, she wasn’t expecting this one and missed it completely heading off the road. The van bounced through a ditch several times, causing Abby to hit her head on the steering wheel sending her into an instant daze.

The van bounced off some trees and bushes before it came to a stop. She sat looking around trying to figure out what had just happened. Looking up at the rearview mirror, her forehead had a huge bruise and her nose was bleeding. Other than that her face was unharmed. After a moment she snapped out of it and climbed into the back of the van. Erin was screaming and crying while Rodney was still struggling to escape, but not making any progress.

Abby sat down and looked around. She could get out and try to walk, but she was badly wounded, naked and lost. Rodney’s cooler was nearby, she opened it and took out a bottle of water and drank a whole bottle down in one long chug. She tossed it aside and grabbed another and drank it. By the time she was finished, she had gone through four bottles.

“Water! Please! I need water!” Erin cried. Abby took a bottle and sprayed some into her face causing her to scream some more. She couldn’t believe how much she drank, but her body needed it badly. Walking over to the tool box she dug around through the tools and found Rodney’s Cleaner. She picked it up and clicked the mandibles open and closed. Staring at it with strange fascination. A few hours ago, this piece of metal had been inside of her, shredding her very womanhood. Ripping it out of her in huge, bloody chunks. She held the Cleaner as she turned toward Rodney and held it up inches from his face, clicking it before his eyes.

“Remember this, Rodney? Your little friend?”

“Fuck you cunt. You don’t have the balls to use it. You’re just gonna lie there and cry until I can get out of here. Then I will reach up your pussy and gut you from the inside.”

“You don’t seem so scary any more Rodney.”

“Where are we? Did you wreck the van and get us lost even more you dumb bitch?”

She took the Cleaner and cracked him over the top of the head with it. He yelled as she looked at him again.

“I think it’s time you and your toy grew acquainted.” She held it up and clicked it again while walking behind him, undoing his jeans and pulling them off. He kicked and struggled against her, but she managed to get them off, exposing his bare ass.

Kneeling down she pulled his cheeks apart and looked up at him.

“Now I’m not gonna lie. This will hurt like hell.”

“You can’t hurt me you fucking cunt!” He said, but he began grunting biting his lip as she slowly inserted the tool into his asshole. She opened and closed the mandible while twisting and pulling chunks of his colon out and tossing it onto the floor. The whole van already smelled of piss, shit and her rotting uterus he’d torn out earlier. The pain was still intense, but the adrenaline was keeping her going.

“What are you doing you crazy bitch! Why aren’t you out getting us help? You’re free!”

Abby pointed the Cleaner at Erin.

“I told you to shut the fuck up! You want me to rip out your precious, golden pussy with this thing? Shut your face!” Abby said and went back to work. As she kept ripping, his bowels let loose and shit flooded from his asshole. Abby had to jump out of the way to keep from getting it all over her.

“All look at that. You’re a grown man and you just shit yourself. How pathetic.”

“Fuck you! I swear to God.” He took a deep breath, then spoke again more calmly. “Look. If you let me go right now. I’ll forgive you. We can forget about all of this. I can get us out of here and I’ll take you to a hospital. Everything will be fine. I promise.” He even forced a smile. Abby wanted to shove the cleaner down his throat just at the sound of his voice. She had never seen someone so full of themselves. This guy couldn’t be serious.

“I have a better idea,” Abby said. “How about I keep torturing you until you are sucking your thumb and calling me mommy. I kind of like the sound of that actually.”

“You fucking bitch! I will cut your eyes out and shove them up your broken snatch! I will fucking kill you! You’ll never…” He screamed until she cracked him across the mouth as hard as she could with the cleaner. Teeth cracked and snapped as he gagged, but eventually spitting out the broken teeth. Blood was now seeping from his mouth.

“You bith!” He yelled now with a lisp.

“What? I can’t understand you. You have a little speech impediment. Might want to see someone about that.” Abby mocked.

“Fuck you! Fuck you, you cunt!”

She grabbed his nose with the Cleaner and twisted and pulled, ripping chunks of his nose off until there was nothing but a ragged hole in the middle of his face. Blood and snot bubbled in the open wound as tears were now running down his face. She figured it was just his eyes watering, but made her feel good inside just the same.

“Aww, don’t cry Rodney. We’re just getting started!”

Chapter 18

After an hour, Abby had ripped out a good chunk of Rodney’s bowels through his asshole. He still put up a fight and struggled though. She was impressed at his resolve. During the torment, she would drink another bottle of water and grabbed a protein bar he had stashed in the cooler as well. Then there was Erin, still crying and whining the entire time. Once she finished with Rodney, she turned to Erin.

“Ok, your turn you sick excuse for a human being,” Abby said.

“What are you going to do to me?” Erin cried.

Abby grabbed Rodney’s shirt and pulled it on along with his socks. While it made her sick to have any part of his clothing touching her body, she didn’t want to be running around naked. Abby cut the tape lose around Erin’s feet and dragged her out of the van. Her hands were still taped in front of her as Abby led her by the hair out of the van, out of the ditch and to the trail.

“What are we doing?” Erin asked. The sun was starting to peek through the trees.

“We are going to find help. At least you are.”

“Me? Why me? Are those crazy hogs out here?”

“Maybe. They’d like you. I hear hogs like to eat their own shit,” Abby said.

“Why are you so mean to me? I didn’t do anything to you?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? As soon as you ended up here, you begged him to let you go and insisted you could care less what he did to me. You even tried to use me as some bargaining chip with that psycho.”

Erin walked slowly while Abby limped along behind her. The pain from her earlier torture was coming back almost worse than before. She had no idea how bad the damage was as far as blood loss and possible infections. Walking was becoming more difficult as they stumbled along the trail. She’d left Rodney alive in the back of the van, but with the door open. He’d still be there when she got back unless they found help first.

Overhead the sound of something fluttering got her attention. Looking up, Abby saw a couple of vultures circling over them. The birds could sense death. Question was, whose? She was injured far worse than Erin. Though Erin was acting like she’d just undergone the Inquisition. At least Abby still had her eye lids.

They walked further down the trail before Erin stopped and sat on a log nearby.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Abby asked. “I didn’t say you could sit.”

“I can’t go anymore. I can’t,” Erin was hanging her head. “I’m sorry I told him to kill you. I was scared. I’ve never been in any kind of danger before.”

This threw Abby for a loop. She wasn’t expecting the bitch to apologize.

“I mean. I get it, I’m spoiled. People always told me that, but I never believed it. After tonight though it’s true. I know it now. This guy kidnaps us and I immediately beg to be let go and even tell him to have his fun with you. You on the other hand break your own hand to escape then fuck the guy up yourself. I would have never done that. He’d be torturing me now if you hadn’t done that. So, yeah. You’re a tough chick. I’m a spoiled little cunt.”

Abby wasn’t even sure what to say. Maybe the girl was just delusional. It was hard not to feel sorry for the girl. Especially since her face now looked like a living skull. Abby limped over next to her and sat down, though it hurt to sit, it hurt to stand just as much.

“It’s ok I guess. None of us have gone through this. Rodney is a sick fuck.”

“How’d you meet him? Was it date gone bad or something?”

“No. I met him on Backtrack. He, right away, started flirting with me and I wasn’t interested, and he flipped the fuck out. Then last night, I’m taking out my trash and a car pulls up, next thing I know he’s dragging me into his fucking rape van.”

“Who was the other guy?” Erin asked.

“A guy I worked with who happened to show up around that time. He tried to rescue me, but we saw how that turned out. I never liked him much anyway, but he couldn’t take no for an answer and he was a big pussy. Rodney fucked him up with little to no effort.”

“Wow, that’s cold. That guy tried to help you.”

Abby realized she was sounding like a heartless bitch now. Jason had tried to help her and he did like her on some level. They’d been friends, but his death hadn’t yet affected her. She’d felt pretty number over all, other than her earlier anger toward Erin. They got up and continued walking in silence.

“What time do you think it is?” Erin asked.

“I don’t know. 5 or 6 a.m. maybe?” Though the sun was barely up, the heat had already started to kick in. Abby’s forehead was already beading with sweat. They got a short distance further when they saw the animal staring at them from the middle of the trail.

It was a coyote. The animal stood in the middle of the trail as if it had smelled them coming and was just waiting. It was maybe twenty or thirty feet ahead. The girls held still as the coyote slowly approached them.

“What do we do?” Erin asked.

“Just don’t move. It will hopefully sniff us and run away.”

They stood perfectly still as the animal slowly approached them. It sniffed at Erin’s feet, but its ears were folded back still. The coyote walked toward Abby and sniffed at her. The thing even put its nose near her crotch, sniffing at her wound. Suddenly Abby was tumbling forward right on top of the animal. Erin had shoved her right into it. The coyote growled as its jaws clamped down around her broken hand. Abby screamed as Erin was running away. That little fucking cunt. Abby tried not to panic as the coyote’s teeth dug into her injured hand, twisting and pulling on it, sending fiery pain up and down her arm and shoulder. All she could do was focus on surviving, so she could kill Erin.

Chapter 19

Rodney struggled against the cuffs as sunlight poured in from the open van door. His ass felt as if someone shot a flame thrower into his asshole. That fucking cunt was going to pay dearly. Though much of his anger was at himself for getting so careless. He’d never imagined in a million years one of his girls would get the drop on him that way. He was sure he’d broken her, but she fooled him. This was the second time she had made a fool out of him, but there would not be a third.

Just out of his reach was the ice pick he had dropped earlier. Reaching forward with his fingertips, he was able to barely touch the icepick. Carefully, he worked it into the palm of his hand until he could grip it. Once it was in his hand, he spun it around, angling it into the lock wiggling it back and forth as it pressed onto the locking mechanism. Finally the cuff snapped open as he pulled his hand free. He rolled over and jammed the ice pick into the other cuff and got it open. Now free, he grabbed his jeans and pulled them back on along with his shoes. She had taken his shirt, but he still had his wife-beater on.

Going through the toolbox, he found the big claw hammer and climbed out of the van. Walking was painful due to the anal violation he had suffered, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He was determined. Once out of the ditch he looked around trying to figure out which way the girls had headed. Looking around he turned to his left and began marching down the trail. As he walked along he occasionally stopped and listened. There was no sound, he had hoped to hear them talking.

Both girls were seriously hurt, so they couldn’t have gotten far. He had no idea where he was, but at the moment didn’t care. All that matter now was destroying Abby in the most vile and painful way possible. The trail wound around and curved when he saw something lying on the path up ahead. As he got closer, he saw it was a dead coyote. There was a huge rock nearby and its head was smashed in.

There was a pool of blood and a severed finger lying next to the animal’s mouth. There was a trail of blood drops leading away from the coyote. He smiled as he picked up his pace, following the blood trail. Just around another curve in the trail he saw her. Abby was about a hundred feet ahead, holding her broken and bloody hand while shuffling along the rocks. Erin was nowhere in sight. She may have ran off or who knows what. He didn’t care. He’d deal with her later.

First thing was to get to Abby, knock the bitch down and rape her ragged and torn up cunt until she couldn’t even walk. Then, he’d bash her head in with the hammer. He spit more blood from his mouth and ran his tongue along his gums, feeling where his teeth once were. His breathing was labored as he was forced to breathe through his mouth. Bloody bubbles gurgled out of the hole in his face where his nose had been. No air got through however. There was too much blood and swelling.

As he got closer, she turned and saw him. Her eyes went wide and she turned and ran, or at least quickly hobble in her state. He ran after her despite the literal pain in his ass. He could only imagine how the scene looked, two completely fucked up and injured people chasing each other and neither could hardly move. Once he was within an arm’s reach of her, he took a swing with the hammer, striking her shoulder. Abby tumbled to the ground, and rolled across the dirt as he stood over her, rearing the hammer back.

She rolled flat onto her back and kicked at him, catching him in the nuts. While it would hurt under normal circumstances, it was ten times as bad now with the throbbing in his entire abdomen. He felt as if someone had slammed him in the stomach with a bowling ball. Grabbing his crotch, he doubled over and fell to a knee. She made a move for the hammer, but he closed his hand around it.

Abby’s surprise still registered on her face. He knew she was shocked he had gotten free. This was what separated him from your everyday person. Abby should have killed him when she had the chance. Instead she left him for dead, and now here they were.

Rodney yanked the hammer away, but she slammed her knee into his face. Had his nose still been there, she’d have broken it. It still dazed him though, as he saw stars, but still made a grab for her leg, pulling her back to the ground. She kicked at him, but he pulled himself toward her, using her leg for leverage. Before he knew it he was on top of her.

“Here you go bitch! Did you miss me?” He said as he laughed. “You thought I was hard on your before. You haven’t seen anything yet!”

She just grunted and screamed as she reached up and jammed her good thumb into his eye. As he pulled back she struck him in the side of the head, hitting him with the handcuff still attached to her wrist. It made a dull thud as he rolled to the side, his weight coming off her. She struggled to her feet and limped off the trail and into the woods.

The sunlight hurt his eyes as he tried to regain focus. Once his vision cleared he struggled to his feet. The rage was all consuming now. What pain he’d been feeling earlier, had gone away. Now the only feeling left was fury and rage. Adrenaline surged in his veins as he stood and charged after Abby.

Chapter 20

Erin ran along the trail leaving Abby with the coyote. Her eyes felt like they were on fire. Unable to blink, she had to hold her hands over her eyes to shield herself from the sunlight. She could hear growling and screaming for a while before everything went quiet. She figured the animal tore her apart. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wanted to feel bad but just couldn’t bring herself to. She’d meant what she said earlier about being sorry about the things she’d said. Though the truth was she was sorrier she’d had to say it.

Erin was raised a single child in a well-off family. Sharing and sacrifice weren’t things she’d been taught. Everything was always hers growing up and things were always geared in her life to get her ahead. As a result she always knew what buttons to push with people or when to cry to get what she wanted. This whole mess was a completely new thing for her. This guy wasn’t the least bit phased by her or anything she said.

It did trouble her that Rodney, of all people, found her to be the twisted one for her willingness to abandon a fellow victim. He was the one keeping them hostage, yet he thought she was fucked up? Not that any of it mattered. Now, she just needed to find her way to the road and get a ride. She couldn’t care less about calling the police or seeing justice done. All she wanted was a shower and to get her phone replaced.

The tape around her hands and wrists was becoming softer as the sun came up and the temperature rose. She walked over to a large rock and wiggled her wrists back and forth while rubbing against the edge of the rock. The tape finally broke free. Her wrists felt a rush of blood running through them and into her fingers. It felt good to get some feeling back in her hands.

Rubbing her wrists, she stood and headed back down the trail. As she got further down, a man appeared from the woods. He dressed in hunting gear and carrying a rifle.

“Ma’am?” He asked. “Are you ok?” He was looking her up and down.

“Thank God!” She said. “Help me! Please!”

He walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“What happened?”

“Some maniac kidnapped me and my boyfriend. We were out hiking and came across this van. We asked if he had any water. He pulled us into the van where he beat and tortured us. He killed my boyfriend!” Her speech was hurried and she was out of breath.

“Are you serious? Where is he?” The hunter asked.

“He’s back there, his van wrecked and I got away. Please. Do you have a car? Please get me out of here.”

“Yeah, my truck is back that way. What happened to your eyes?”

“He cut off my fucking eyelids! Now can we just get the hell out of here?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Come with me. I’m about a half mile back.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Was hunting hogs. This property has been abandoned for years. I come here a few days a week and hunt hogs. I know a few butchers and a taxidermist who pay me good for the carcasses. Plus I like shooting things.”

“If you see this guy will you shoot him?”

“Hell yeah. Oh, and I’m Fred by the way.” The hunter said. The man looked to be in his forties or fifties. He had a full beard, a ball cap and wearing a camouflage hoodie and jeans. Erin had no idea how he could wear all that shit in this heat, but whatever. They walked for a dozen or so yards when they heard a scream. Fuck. It had to be Abby. How in the hell was she still alive? And what could she be screaming at?

“What the hell was that?” Fred asked as he put the butt of his rifle to his shoulder. “Was there another girl with you?”

“Yeah, but he killed her. I thought for sure she was dead.”

“Well apparently she’s not. Stay here,” he ordered.

“Wait? Where are you going? Please don’t go. It’s not safe, he’s dangerous! Let’s just get out of here!”

“He’s not as dangerous as I am.” Fred lifted the rifle and headed into the woods when another scream sounded.

Goddammit! Erin just wanted to get the fuck out of there.

“I’m going to head to your truck, ok? You said it’s this way?” She asked, but he was in the ‘zone’, whatever that may be, and was now on another sort of hunt. Erin ran down the trail which wound around through several more curves. She hoped to find Fred’s truck soon. Maybe he left the keys in it and she can just get the hell out of there. No way was she going to stick around, waiting for this asshole.

As she ran, gunshots rang out from the woods. They caused her to jump, but she continued on. After another sharp curve, she couldn’t help but think it looked familiar. Just ahead she saw why. The wrecked van was sitting in a ditch just ahead.

“What in the fuck?” She said as she ran up to the van. Looking down at the wrecked vehicle she could easily see Rodney was not inside. He’d gotten free. She looked around frantically. Abby had fucked him up good, but he made it out and was probably the reason Abby had been screaming earlier. She had no idea how he could have escape, or how Abby had gotten away from a coyote, but things were starting to fall apart on her rather quickly. She thought for sure she was about to get out of here only to find she’d been going in a bit circle.

“No, this can’t be happening,” she said as she began pacing up and down the trail. No! This can’t be! No! No! No!” She screamed, holding the last “no” for especially long. She hoped Fred at least killed the asshole. There was another scream and another gun shot. Tired and exhausted, she sat down on a nearby log and began crying.

Chapter 21

Abby stumbled through the woods. Her hand, where the coyote had bitten off her broken thumb, had finally stopped bleeding. She didn’t know how she had managed to get away from that thing. The rock fortunately had been just within reach of her good hand. It took all her strength, but she was able to smash the beast’s head in.

How Rodney got out of the van was a mystery to her. She’d left him handcuffed and near death she had thought. Somehow he got out and still had plenty of fight left in him, and here they were. The sticks and brambles slashed her bare legs as she ran over rocks in her stocking feet. With nothing but the work shirt on, she had to climb over a log and even through a dried riverbed.

Looking over her shoulder he was still behind her, and not very far.

“Keep running bitch! Better hope I don’t catch you. I’ll feed you your fucking eyeballs you cunt! I bet they taste great!” He screamed from behind her. He looked like some kind of hideous creature from a horror movie. His nose ripped off and half his teeth missing, plus the look of pure animal rage in his eyes. She didn’t want to have to look at him again. Why didn’t she just kill him when she had the chance?

Then there was Erin. That fucking cunt. She must really be out of her mind for trusting that little bitch even for a second and buying her little act. How could she have been so stupid? Getting into this mess wasn’t her fault. But it was looking like she was going to die, and die painfully. She had every chance to get away and blew all of them. There probably wouldn’t be another.

His footsteps grew louder behind her as he gained on her. She should have at least taken away his shoes. Another stupid and possibly fatal mistake. Before long, he was right up behind her. She felt his hand on her shirt, grabbing a handful of material and pulling her to the ground. Her balance left her as she tumbled to the ground, landing on a sticker bush as dozens of thorny little balls stuck to her legs and face. She let out a scream as they fell.

This time she wouldn’t let him get the upper hand. Just as she hit the ground, she rolled onto her back, and grabbed a handful of dirt. He was on top of her, his mutilated face just inches from her as he smiled a twisted and distorted smile.

“Hey honey! Did you miss me! If I was your boyfriend I’d never let you go! Hahaha!”

She took the handful of dirt and stuffed it into the bloody hole where his nose should have been. He screamed and rolled off her, placing his hands over his face. His screams sounded like howls as she tried to scurry away. Pulling herself up by a branch, she stumbled past his body when someone began yelling.

“Hey! Stop right there!” A man’s voice called out. She turned wondering who that could possibly be, to see a bearded man with a rifle standing about twenty or thirty yards away. “Stop I said!” He yelled again and fired a shot into the air. With that she froze as the man came running up to them. Abby should have been thrilled that help was coming, but because of events of the last twenty four hours, she couldn’t help but be skeptical.

“Who are you?” Abby asked. “This guy is trying to kill me. He’s a fucking psycho.”

The man looked down at Rodney who was still writhing in pain.

“God damn. What did you do to him?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? He fucking ripped out my uterus with some torture device. He looks like that because I finally fought back. We need to get out of here! Now!”

“Now hold on just a minute. So, this is the guy that other gal was talking about?’

“What other gal?” Abby asked.

“Further down the trail. Some kid with her eyelids all sliced up.”

Erin. Shit.

“Not sure what she told you, but this guy tried to kill us both.” Abby was starting to realize this asshole wasn’t very bright. They guy just walked up on a scene out of a Euro revenge horror flick and he wants to stand around and ask a bunch of questions. Plus, he had a gun which made him stupid and dangerous.

“Looks like you tuned him up pretty good yourself. Come on over here. My truck is parked just down the trail. Your friend is over there too. I’ll give you all a ride into town.”

“What about him?” She looked at Rodney who was just lying there motionless. She had no doubt he was playing possum. There was no way she was getting close to him. Abby circled around to avoid Rodney.

“I doubt he’s going anywhere. Come on now. Right this way.”

She walked alongside the hunter, but tried to keep her distance. When they made it out of the woods and back to the trail, he looked around confused.

“Where’d that other girl go?”

“Erin? Where did she go?” So Abby could kill her.

“I told her to wait here. Dammit. If she tried to find my truck herself, she’s gonna end up lost. I have a hiding place where I park it.”

They walked down the trail when they reached one sharp bend. Instead of following it to the right, the hunter cut to the left through a small thicket. Just past there was a tan Ford F-150.

“Here you go. Hop on in. We’ll go back and look for your friend as we drive out.”

“Do you have a phone?”

“I do, but there ain’t no signal out here. How long you been stuck out here?”

“Since yesterday. Not even sure where here is. I live in San Antonio, he grabbed me outside my house last night.”

He started the truck and pulled up the path and drove through the thicket back onto the trail. They did a full circle around the trail when they came upon the van.

“That’s it,” Abby said. “That’s his van.” She was really wishing he would just get them the hell out of there and as far away from Rodney as they could. Instead this idiot wanted to fuck around as much as possible. Wandering down by the ditch was Erin. Her lidless eyes were looking all read and puffy. You’d think her eyeballs were about to jump out of their head at you.

The hunter got out and called to her.

“Hey! Over here! I found your friend!” He said.

Erin looked up and came hobbling toward them. As he climbed back into the car, Abby noticed a large revolver on the hunter’s hip. Erin came lumbering up to the truck and opened the door. Despite her deformity, her face registered complete surprise when she saw Abby sitting there. Abby scooted over toward the hunter as Erin climbed in.

“So,” Erin began. “Is he dead? Rodney?”

“Not sure if he’s dead. He’s fucked up real good. And I’m no executioner. I ain’t going to prison when I have no idea what was going on out here.”

“She was helping him you know,” Erin said. “She’s only hurt because it was part of their weird little sex game. She was helping him all along as they tortured me and tried to kill me.”

The hunter leaned toward the door and looked at Abby.

“Is that right?”

“No that isn’t right! Are you fucking crazy? This dumb bitch tried to feed me to a coyote.” Abby held up her hand and showed him her gnawed off stump where her thumb had once been.

“Maybe you should ride in the back until I get you to the sheriff. Let him sort this out.”

He began to get out of the truck when Abby reached into his holster and pulled out the revolver. In a quick motion she spun around and smashed Erin in the face with the butt. It looked and sounded much worse than in the movies. The sound was sickening as it made a dull thud against her exposed teeth, shattering them all at once. Erin’s head jerked back against the window as Abby struck her again and again. Each blow doing more damage as what remained of Erin’s face caved in on itself. By the time Abby was finished, Erin’s body sat limp in the seat. There was a huge jagged hole where her face had once been. Erin was still breathing, making a pained wheezing sound as blood bubbled up from the crater that used to be her face.

Chunks of brain and skull were splattered onto Abby as well as the gun’s handle. Abby had to force herself to stop hitting the girl. While she had never been a violent person, if she were honest with herself, beating Erin’s face in actually felt good. Whatever sympathy she may have had for the girl had dissolved hours ago.

“Holy shit!” the hunter yelled as he tried to grab the gun away from Abby. She was too quick and spun back around, shoving the gun to his forehead.

“I’m not riding in back and I’m not fucking around here. Get in the goddamn truck and get us the fuck out of here.”

“Now hold on just a minute. I know you won’t shoot me. You need me to get you out of here.”

She lowered the gun, aiming at his leg.

“You think I’m fucking around? Get us out of here!”

“Put the gun down and I’ll get in. You ain’t holding me hostage with my own gun.”

“Fine,” she said as she pulled the trigger, striking him in the shoulder. He went to the ground as she slid into the driver’s seat, pulled the door closed and stomped on the gas.

Chapter 22

Rodney waited until they were gone before he looked up. He was glad the hunter wasn’t too bright. Looking around as he wiped his eyes. Dirt and crust had formed around them from his eyes watering so badly. Making his way to his feet he grabbed the hammer and worked his way through the trees toward where he believed the trail picked back up.

A pair of gunshots rang out as he made his way to the edge of the woods. Did the hunter shoot the girls? That would be unfortunate, since he wanted to kill them himself. Killing with guns seemed like such a waste. There was so much to enjoy with a kill. Why just shoot them and be done? Enjoy it, drag it out and revel in their pain.

As he reached the trail, an engine roared from his right. He moved just past the tree line as a tan pickup truck came racing around the bend. He caught a glimpse of Abby behind the wheel. There was blood splattered all over the windshield. He stood by the tree and counted as the pickup got closer.

***

Abby did her best to keep control of the pickup. Last thing she wanted was to wreck in another ditch. As she drove around the corner, she saw a right turn, which took her back from where they had come from earlier. Just as she approached the turn a bloody, deformed man ran out of the woods. It was Rodney. He grabbed the bed of the truck as she sped by and pulled himself in.

He reached around the cab and smashed the hammer into the driver’s window. The truck swerved as the glass cracked. He took several more swings until it was totally shattered. Abby was swerving and screaming as they took a right turn down the trail. She turned and pointed a revolver at him through the back window. He figured she must have gotten it off of the hunter and killed him. For the first time, he noticed Erin’s dead body flopping around in the cab.

It was odd he was noticing all these things just as a gun was pointed at him, but his mind worked that way sometimes. He ducked to his right as a gunshot went off, blowing glass out onto the back of his head. He kept his face down, making sure no glass shards when into the hole in his face. No telling what damage that would do. He popped his head up as she pointed the gun again. She was trying to drive with her wounded hand while pointing the gun.

Rodney reached up and grabbed for the gun, but she pulled it back. He took a swing with the hammer into the cab as she fired another shot. Keeping his head down, he swung the hammer wildly. Finally, he pulled the hammer back and waited. The truck swerved again as the road suddenly smoothed out. Sticking his head up a bit, he saw they were now on the highway. He had to kill this bitch before she got to the police.

Putting his head back down, after a few seconds he saw the barrel of the gun coming through the broken window. Quickly he reached up and snatched it from her hand. The gun was his! He jumped to his feet in the bed of the truck and pressed the gun to the back of her head.

“Check mate you fucking cunt!” He yelled as he pulled the hammer back. Abby stomped on the break, sending him flying over the roof of the truck, over the hood and hitting the pavement face first. He felt his forehead crack as well as his ribs and his jaw.

Everything went blurry as he skidded to a halt. A trail of clothing and skin went on for several feet. Glancing back he could see the tan pickup stopped a dozen feet behind him. He was able to look up ahead just in time to see the SUV coming straight at him. Before he could scream, it ran over him. His body bounced beneath the undercarriage both sets of tires rolled over him. Finally, Rodney stopped moving.

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Abby looked out at the road at the greasy smear that was once Rodney her tormenter. There was no doubt he was dead now. His body was flattened and his head had been popped like a giant zit, with his brains squirted all over the asphalt. Motorists were coming to a stop as one of them walked up to the pickup.

As a crowd gathered round, they all had looks of horror on their faces when they saw Rodney’s body, Abby looking bloody and beaten, and Erin’s dead body in the passenger seat. Abby got out of the truck and walked to the center of the road. Dozens of cars had come to a stop with even more onlookers at the macabre spectacle. Looking up to the sky, clouds had rolled in as the morning sky darkened. She sat down in the middle of the road and looked up to the sky as it began to rain. As she closed her eyes and let the rain pour over her, she knew no matter how long she sat there, she’d never be clean again.

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Prologue

Jorge sat at the table trying to concentrate. The thud thud thud of the music from the club below made the floor vibrate. He hated working out of this place. It was always too hot, and smelled like sweat and booze. However, this is where the boss wants them to be. The sound of crying came from behind him. He stood and walked over to the door in the back of the room, yanking it open. One of the girls had worked the duct tape off her mouth and was sobbing.

The little Mexican girl looked to be twelve or thirteen. She muttered something in Spanish as she cried. Jorge pulled his switchblade from his pocket and stuck it in her face, cutting down her cheek.

“Shut up, puta or I’ll cut your heart out and let the other girls play with it,” he said.

She looked up at him, trying to hold in her sobs. Jorge grabbed the roll of duct tape and placed a strip over her mouth. This time, he tore off several long strips of tape and wrapped it all the way around her head several times. He tossed the roll behind him, and looked over the rest of the girls. There were ten of them stuffed into the large closet, all bound by duct tape around the hands, feet, and mouth. The truck would be arriving in the morning to deliver north. Jorge wasn’t sure where they go from there, and didn’t care. Some would be prostitutes; some would go work on farms or sweatshops. None of this matter to him, he got paid the same regardless.

Jorge had hoped that after surviving fifteen years working for the cartel, that he’d have a more respectable job than babysitting a bunch of pre-teen girls. Yet, this wasn’t exactly an organization you retired from. As he closed the door, he noticed the thudding of music down below had stopped. He listened carefully but heard nothing, absolutely nothing. It’s never that quiet down there this late. It was just after midnight. The place is usually jumping. He headed for the stairs when he heard the screams. Horrific, blood curdling screams. Drawing his gun, he ran down the stairs and cracked the door just enough to peek through. The crowd was surging in all different directions. Through the strobe lights, he could see blood spraying through the air as bodies collapsed all around.

A woman threw herself against the door pushing it open. He pushed it back, but she was halfway through wedging it open.

“Help me! Please! Help!” She screamed. “He’s killing us! Stop him! He’s killing us!”

“Who? Who’s killing you? What do you mean?” Jorge asked.

Before she could answer, she let out one final scream as the flesh tore away from her body. In an instant, she was a living, breathing pile of blood, muscle, bone, and tissue. Her naked, wide eyes bore into Jorge as she screamed, grabbing him by the shirt and falling over dead.  Looking out into the club, he saw the other bodies looking like the woman’s. Totally skinless, all of them. The screaming died down as the last of the patrons fell. There was one man standing in the middle of the club. The man turned and looked right at Jorge.

Jorge ran up the stairs and began to pry the window open. It was stuck shut, since they kept the air conditioning on most of the time, no telling last time it had been opened. He got it halfway open when he saw a reflection coming up behind him. When he spun around, the man was standing several feet from him. The man was white, maybe five foot nine or ten, medium build. He had a friendly face, not scary looking at all. Yet, he had torn apart an entire night club in minutes.

Jorge took the gun and fired three shots at the man. The rounds each hit him dead center in the chest. The man looked at him and smiled as the bullets protruded from his body and fell to the floor. Jorge pointed the gun back at the man, but this time it wouldn’t fire. The man put out his hand and the gun jumped from Jorge into the man’s hand. The strange man looked at the gun as if it were an object from mars, and crumpled it into a ball as if it were a piece of notebook paper.

Jorge turned and began to work on the window again. The man grabbed him from behind and dragged him across the hardwood floor, tossing him onto a small couch in the corner.

“Who are you?” Jorge asked.

“Jorge, we need to talk.”

“About what? What is this? You gonna kill me?”

“I’ve come for the girls, Jorge. What you’re doing to them is wrong. I’m here to free them.” The man said. His voice was smooth and calm. There wasn’t an ounce of tension to indicate he’d just shredded a club full of people.

“You won’t get away with this. My bosses will kill you!”

“Oh, I doubt that.  You won’t be around to see what happens anyway.”

“You gonna skin me like you did the others?”

“Probably.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Oh yes, it will hurt. It will be pain like you’ve never experienced before. But only for a minute, then you’ll spend eternity listening to other people’s screams while feeling all of the suffering you’ve caused.”

“What are you talking about? Who are you?”

“They call me El Diablo Blanco, but you can call me Charlie.”

Chapter 1

Pastor Charlie sat staring out the apartment window. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, just listening. Since absorbing the ghost’s powers, and even the Ghost himself, he found he often heard things, lots of things. He was still trying to figure out just who he was. For one, he wasn’t a pastor anymore, not by any stretch. Nothing was stopping him technically, but after having done battle with two-thirds of the holy trinity and winning, he wasn’t sure what he’d preach about.

He’d run into some fringe groups that knew what he knew and even who he was. One group had tried to worship him, which he supposed he was at least part god-like, now that he had absorbed a god into his own being. It just felt weird. In the two years since all that happened, he’d been keeping a low profile. Other than a recent raid on a human trafficking ring he’d taken down on his own, the most he’d used his new powers for was cooking toast and he once made a running back during a University of Texas football game he was watching trip and fall in an open field just by thinking about it. That was just from watching it on TV.

There was probably lots more he could do, to live up to his nickname, El Blanco Diablo or The White Devil. Some Mexican drug lords had called him that after seeing him in action. So he had a few tricks up his sleeve, but Maria was afraid of him. The Ghost had once possessed her and was using her as some conduit with which to come into this world and destroy its own creation.

It didn’t help that Charlie had pissed him off a year or so before by killing Jesus himself, or at least the man known as Jesus. He was nothing like in the stories that was for sure. It was kind of like finally getting to meet your childhood hero only to find out he was an asshole.

Needless to say, those events were a bit disheartening for Charlie. His plan had been to go after the Father who was apparently the head mother fucker in charge when it comes to deities, but he hadn’t yet. Mainly, he just was too tired for another cosmic fight. Though the Father spoke to him. He had this almost robotic voice, like Siri except it was gender neutral, very plain.

“Charlie, Charlie my son. Why have you forsaken me?” The Father would say.

“You’re kidding right? You just tried to kill us all, twice.”

“I have only tried to kill that which is flesh. Surrender yourself to me and you shall be spared the coming trials. Your soul shall absorb into my being, into eternal bliss.”

“Thanks, I’m good,” Charlie would reply. It went the same way every time. He wasn’t sure what the old man’s angle was other than to mind fuck him. He had no doubt that he’d be coming for him soon, but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it.

“You coming to bed?” Maria asked. She was standing in the doorway looking out at Charlie. After all she’d been through and even just wearing a baggy t-shirt, she still looked stunning. If he were honest with himself, he had no idea why she was with him. The girl was a Latina goddess. She could have any guy in the world, yet she chose him. Granted he rescued her from an angry god, and jumped off the Tower of the America’s in San Antonio while holding onto her, but still.

“I have some things to do tonight. Work called me in for a while,” he lied. His job was as a stocker in an overnight warehouse. He was a fill in, so they usually called him in. Most nights though, he was out doing an old hobby.

“Again?”

“Yeah, again. We need the money.” No they didn’t, but it got her off his back. He loved Maria, at least he thought he did. Though part of him was never sure he was capable of love. Before he was slaying unruly deities, he was not only a preacher, but a serial killer. Though he only killed evil sinners that God told him about, he later learned God had nothing to do with it. He was just sick. Then, there was the part about his ancestors were fallen angels, so he could also turn people into zombies if he chose, though he hadn’t done so in quite a while.

Which was ok, being sick helped him to not care about getting hurt or how big or powerful his opponent.

“Will you be working long? I hate being here alone,” she said.

“I hope not. I’ll do my work and leave as soon as I can.”

“Ok. Good night Charlie. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said as she disappeared into the bedroom. Since her possession, she’d been near zombie like herself. He’d taken her to some doctors who tried to prescribe her medication for depression, but she wouldn’t take it. Said she never wanted anything else messing with her mind again. Charlie couldn’t really blame her.

Once she was in bed, he went into his man cave which was really a study, except there was only a beanbag, TV, and some bookshelves. Behind one of the shelves was a small compartment he’d cut out that contained his bag. He grabbed the bag and put the book shelf back against the wall and headed out to the car.

Even though he had all these new and amazing powers, there were some things he preferred to do the old fashioned way. Though he used his power for smaller tasks like information gathering, since his brain was now faster and more accurate than google. It hadn’t happened yet, but if he ever needed to make himself disappear, he was sure he could do that too.

He parked the car just across the street from his target’s home. A young, slick douchebag named Ronny Richards lived there. Ronny was a UPS driver, but he also happened to be a rapist. Ronny would check out women on his routes and scout the ones who lived alone, then come back later for his own special delivery. For some reason, despite his gift for violence and madness, Charlie always had a soft spot for women and children. Maybe it was because as a serial killer, he took out other predators, and now with his new powers, he was at the top of any and every food chain.

Monsters who preyed on the weak and helpless were the worst kind. Though he didn’t have any illusions of doing God’s work. That was all in the past. He watched the quiet house until Ronny’s car pulled into the garage. It was just past midnight. The usual time Ronny gets back from the bar. Charlie knew his every move and every thought.

If he wanted to, he could just make Ronny’s brain explode inside of his own skull. It might be fun to watch, but was too quick and not near messy enough. He preferred the old fashioned way. Once Ronny was inside the small house, Charlie got out of the car and grabbed the duffel bag. There was a smile on his face as he crossed the street. Time to do Charlie’s work.

Sample of Tim’s next Twisted Tales installment

The Big Bad Wolf

Chapter 1

Alice looked up at the huge wolf.

“Big bad wolf? Are you fucking kidding?”

The creature let her up as he stood his hair began to fade away as his huge nose and teeth shrank down to normal size. In a moment he was an average looking guy. She had expected as a werewolf he’d be ripped and muscular like in the movies. But no, he was slightly taller than her, not all that muscular and with a faint paunch. He was naked however, and his penis was rock hard. Overall, Alice thought he was cute. Though his rugged demeanor was gone now, and he just looked embarrassed.

“Hi, sorry.” He said looking down and putting his hands over his boner. “I can change back and forth whenever I want. I guess I wanted you to see me as my real self. Not sure why. I’m not as cool as the wolf.”

Alice stood and walked over to him looking him up and down.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Now we’ve seen each other naked,” she said. “I was just a little spooked was all. I’d never seen a werewolf before. What is this place?”

“I’m not sure,” he said. “I got stranded here years ago and attacked by a wolf. Next thing I know, I’m turning.” He said looking away from Alice’s eyes, which were looking him up and down. In all the chaos she went through in Wonderland, this was the first desirable human she’d been around. She’d never been overly aggressive when it came to men, but she felt like if she didn’t do something, that standing there naked with each other would drive them both crazy.

Without even thinking, she reached down and began stroking his cock. It had already been very hard, but it grew even thicker at her touch. He stopped talking and just looked at her.

“Go on. Don’t let me stop you.”

“I..uh. I forget what I was saying.”

“Awe, I hate when that happens,” Alice said as she leaned in and kissed him. He returned her passion as he kissed along her bare neck and shoulders. He was gentle, yet slightly rough as his mouth devoured her. Kissing and licking down along her breasts, sucking each of her nipples while nibbling on them just enough to hurt but in a pleasurable way. He worked his mouth back and forth from each breast as he gently pushed her to the ground.

Spreading her legs apart, he buried his face into her pussy, sliding his tongue up and down her lips. Alice shivered with each movement of his tongue. This was clearly the highlight of her little adventure since leaving home. It by far beats anything that happened in Wonderland. The wolf, who was currently in man form, continued licking her pussy more and more vigorously. Moving his tongue back and forth, side to side, even nibbling on her clit, letting out little grunts as he did so. He placed his mouth over her clit and sucked, hard.

That alone launched a wave of orgasm through her body, like nothing she’d ever felt before. She twitched and gasped as she tried to catch her breath. Looking up at him, still light headed, he was sliding his hard cock inside of her. It filled her up, stretching her out just enough to make her body throb as he worked in and out of her. She arched her back and writhed in pleasure as his cock grew inside her, throbbing, getting harder and harder.

She bucked her hips against him as she began to come once again. Though this time his cock started to hurt. Looking up his nose and teeth began to grow as the hair grew out all over his body. At first she got scared, as his cock grew longer, and thicker inside her, but he looked down at her, in full wolf now, grabbed her shoulders to hold her down and fucked her in long, slow, steady strokes. The pain subsided as the pleasure returned. His grunts turned to growls as his claws dug into her shoulders. It stung, but didn’t hurt as speckles of blood lined her skin.

The wolf continued thrusting and while it did hurt, it also felt better than anything she’d experienced. It was if his oversized cock gave off some magic sensations that tickled her entire body. Each thrust he gave sent shockwaves of pleasure to every reach of her body. Her breathing was so intense, she thought she might hyperventilate at one point. The orgasms came in wave after wave. She wasn’t even sure how many there were or if it was just one big, long one.

Finally his cock erupted inside her, filling her up with his hot and sticky white gold. She continued to orgasm and even twitched for several minutes after he came. He collapsed at her side as she finally got her breath.

“Holy fuck,” she said. “What the hell was that?”

“It was fun,” the wolf said.

“Yeah. That’s no shit. Fuck. I’ve never been fucked like that.”

“That’s the first time I had sex since I arrived her. First ever as the wolf.”

“Shit. I thought you were going to kill me when you changed.”

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to change. I just got so worked up, it just happened.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” Alice said. “Fuck, we need to do that again.”

Instead of a reply, he jumped to his feet and held his nose in the air.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Shh!” he put his hand out, listening, sniffing. “Shit. We have to go.”

“Go where?”

“Out of sight. It will be night soon. Red Riding hood will be coming through.

“You mean like from the story?”

“No, no, I wish she were more like the story. She and her grandma lead this coven of witches. They happened to use body parts of wolves like me in their spells. There’s only a few of us left. They see us as the true evil.”

“Shit.” She said as Alice got to her feet.

“Follow me. Try to keep up.” He said as he turned and ran. She ran behind him but he had already disappeared into the woods.

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 charges 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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