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Continued (duh) from 1/14.
You know the drill. Please do not repost my stories on websites, etc.
If you want to do that, make your own stories. :o)
Feedback, positive or negative, always gives me a cheap thrill.
Lyss (mightylyssa@yahoo.com)
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Boots
(c) Lyssandra 2000
He rolled a shelf cart over in front of me. There was a small, maybe
13", TV and a video deck. I cringed. Please I don't want to see what
happened to the other girls. He slides a tape in and hits Play. A
girl is shackled to the same table I am now. In the same position.
She is nude and crying. Four men are around her. They are also nude.
"Have fun," he says and leaves.
What follows transfixes me with horror. The tape is obviously heavily
edited as the progress on the table takes sudden jumps. They rape
her. In her vagina. Orally. Anally. The rape is brutal. Her mouth
is fitted with a rubber ring so she can't bite them. The worst part is
the sound. They become quiet except for grunting and moaning. She
screams, begs, pleads, prays aloud and says many things in obvious
delirium. They do this for a long time, even with the tape edited. One
of them suddenly has a leather case on the table and has pulled out a
hyperdermic needle.
He injects the content into her buttock. Her crying quickly slows down
to a whimper and then she is quiet. They have killed her I think with
terror. I soon wish they had. She is not dead, but apparently not
feeling any pain. Another of them, a skinny man with a mustache,
brings out a power tool. An open bladed circular saw. One man, the
man who abducted me, is holding her head facing away from what is
happening. As they watch, the thin man powers it up and brings the
blade to her arm, just past the shoulder. There is a quick cloud of
blood and the arm falls away from her body. The girl is suddenly
crying and asking in a slurred voice what is happening. She says she
hurts.
The man who abducted me is telling her something. He's making a
terrible joke. Saying they needed a hand with something but they have
one now. He turns her head back to see. The man who adminstered the
injection is compressing a cloth pack into her wound to stop the
bleeding. The fourth man is standing in front of her waving her hand
at her.
I convulse and spew vomit onto the table beneath me. I cannot watch
this. I want to die now. Now, before this happens. How can I die?
How can I kill myself? I desperately try to think of a way. I cannot
hold my head up any longer so I let it lower, one side of my face
nestling in my hot vomit. I am looking across the room, not at the
screen. I see a small table with several items, including the circular
saw. I can hear the video going.
"...hahaha she's freakin out!!"
"This was a damn good idea Mark."
"Keep her alive."
"She won't die yet. Make sure these compresses stay on tight."
The saw again.
"Holy sheeeeit!! Look at her! Just a torso! Hot damn, if we could
save her, that's all we need. The three holes."
Laughter.
"She didn't have good legs anyway."
"Better get the fire going."
"What now?"
"Anyone else want to fuck her?"
"Hell, I'm fucked out. It was more fun listening to her scream."
"She ain't sayin nothin now. You sure she's alive?"
"Yes, but she's in a bit of shock. A bit of trauma may snap her out of
it."
"Where's that bat?"
"Ah... look over there."
"Got it."
"Don't make a fuckin mess I gotta clean up."
"No, just stand back."
A hollow whoosh of the bat followed by a terrible meaty smack.
Laughter.
The girl cries out.
Another blow.
"Now that's a spankin!"
Another blow, and the man grunts with the effort.
The girl cries out.
"Shit!!!"
Roars of laughter.
"You motherfucker!"
"No, I didn't know."
"She... she shit all over you Jimmy!!"
"I ...." The man is having trouble talking through his mirth. "I ...
literally beat the ... shit outta her!"
"What the fuck, you gonna hit her again... let me get outta the way you
cocksucker!"
Another blow and this time there is an audible crack.
"What was that?"
"Her pelvis I think. Maybe her spine, don't know how high you hit."
The girl groans.
"She's still alive." Giggles.
"What now?"
"Kill the bitch. She ain't feelin nothin now. Ain't no fun."
"Let's put her in the oven. Cook her alive. Bet she'd feel that!"
Laughter.
"Evil Jimmy, evil! I love it!"
Movment and scuffling feet. The girl begins screaming.
"Lookit her flop! Like that fish you put in the microwave Bradley!"
"Damn that stinks! Cookin meat usually smells good."
"Yeah, dumbass. If it's steak."
"Might be her hair stinkin."
"Hair's all gone. She done?"
"Well done."
Laughter.
"Yes, I think she's dead."
"Let the oven finish it. I'm goin upstairs. Jimmy you need a shower
bud."
The sound stops. I lay quietly. Eventually I hear the auto rewind
start. I listen to the hum of the tape. It's surreal. This is not
happening. Something as common as a video deck, so associated with fun
times with family and friends, should not be here. A loud click
startles me and I whimper, terrified. It's only the tape ejecting.
Now everything is quiet.
This is the worst. I must wait. The dread is all consuming. Each
tiny sound stirs rampaging emotions. I want them to come get it over
with. But then I hear a sound and feverishly wish it's not them
coming. It's not. I again want them to come get it over with. Repeat.
I begin to pray. I pray, asking forgiveness for anything and
everything I can think of. I make promises. I beg that I may escape
from this. Anything. Please have mercy.
A sound from above. Footsteps. Voices. No. Please God. No.
A door opens. Voices in this room now. My bladder gives way. The
same voices as on the tape.
"Wow. Lookit those legs. Those are damn fine legs."
Was it today I was revelling in people admiring my legs? Curse me. I
am cursed. My life is done. To end in pain. Please let it come
soon. How long can it last? Like a weight training session. I don't
like to lift weights, but I do so to improve my skills. So, I just
tell myself before the session it will be over soon enough. Surely
this cannot last forever. I will take the pain. This is only my
body. They can't touch my soul.
"She's a good one. Not great tits, but man, these legs."
I feel fingers on my legs. Rubbing the muscles, squeezing.
"You ain't even got her clothes off Bradley. Damn, man, lay down on
the job why dontcha."
"Bite me."
They chuckle and quickly remove my clothes. One man has approached
with a small garden hose. I can see the other end runs to a large
stainless steel sink basin. This end has had the metal nozzle
removed. He sprays the water on my face. I think he's washing the
vomit away.
"She's a quiet one ain't she."
"Shit! You shoulda heard her on the way. Screamed the whole fuckin
way! No wonder she's quiet now. Plus the cunt kept tryin to talk to
me like we could work this out."
Laughter.
"We'll work it out," another man, the man who did the injection is in
my face. He is pulling back my eyelids and shining a small light on my
eyes. He must be a doctor. "She's not in shock. I think she's just
quiet. Maybe resolved."
"Shit we don't need that," one said with a guffawing laugh. This is
Jimmy, the one who used the power tool. The one who was shit upon. "I
need SCREAMS CUNT!!!" He rushed over, getting in my face and slapping
my head.
I scream.
"Yeah that's more like it."
"She don't like you slapping her head," Bradley laughs. "Think she
hurt it when I dropped her on the floor."
"I brought the equipment for the ... gynecology session," the doctor
smiles.
"Yeah!!" roars Jimmy. "Hot damn that's gonna hurt!!"
"I'm anxious to start fucking her," the man who had wielded the
baseball bat giggles. "Get all that done then start the torture."
"This one's gonna last longer right?" asks Jimmy.
"Yes, we learn more each time," the doctor says. "This one will last
longer. She's in remarkable physical condition too. An athlete can
endure a lot."
"Cunts can't endure SHIT!" Jimmy slaps my head hard, causing me to
scream.
I feel pressure between my legs. Someone is back there fingering my
vagina. The finger quickly retreats.
"FUCK!! I thought, damn the cunt is wet and ready... but I think she
pissed herself."
Laughter.
"Okay," the doctor lightly claps his hands. If we're going to do
gynecology we're going to need to flip her and tilt the table so she's
more upright."
"Good, I'm tired of fuckin em face down," Jimmy is removing his
clothes. His penis is oddly curved, and the head is bulbous and
purple. I'm sickened. I try to push it out of my mind.
I try to keep my mind clear. Blank. I am about to be raped and
tortured. Just accept it and leave this life. They can only do so
much then it's over and I'm free forever. My head continues to throb.
I'm not dizzy, or disoriented though. I wish I were. Anything to
deaden the current reality.
"And before we start, get the cunt talkin and screamin!" Jimmy is
becoming more agitated, glaring at me.
"That won't be a problem," the doctor laughs.
"How we gonna do this? You gonna sedate her before we unshackle her to
turn her over?" This is Bradley, the man who abducted me.
"Fuck no!" Jimmy protests. "She's already too damn mellow! Fuck,
there's four of us. What the hell's she gonna do?"
"I could clip her achilles tendon," the doctor suggests. "We can
bandage it then, won't be much blood loss and she won't be able to run
anywhere."
"I'm ready to roll," grumbled baseball bat. "I can't wait to pound
that shit. I get into the torture as much as you guys, but I'm also
horny and this cunt's body is driving me crazy."
"Fine, just flip her over," the doctor shrugged. "She'll try to
struggle when she has the chance so be ready."
"Oh I'm ready for the cunt," Jimmy snarled, coming over. He slams the
bottom of a closed fist on my head and I wail.
The shackles are quickly removed and I'm turned over. I feel the
shackles quickly replaced on my wrists, and my legs being spread again.
"No, spin her. Her head needs to be at that end now."
"Fuck."
"Her tits ain't bad. I thought you said her tits sucked."
"Well they didn't look good. They look pretty good now though, you're
right."
Again I am unshackled. They swivel me around, splinters from the table
surface, which I now see is plywood, enter the flesh of my buttocks and
I wince. I feel foolish for wincing because I know the pain to come
will far eclipse that.
They have me turned the way they want and are shackling me again. My
right leg is bent and Jimmy is fumbling with the shackle for it as the
links became tangled. I jerk forward, and my arms rip free of my
captors. My foot shoots out and my heel connects with the side of
Jimmy's face. I'm strong. I can bench 180 and squat 300. Jimmy yelps
and disappears from view.
"FUCK!"
I'm off the table as they claw at me, rolling to the floor. The doctor
gets a firm grip on one arm but I tear free. I'm not saying anything,
which surprises me as I view this in a disjointed manner. My teeth are
clenched. I'm going to make them kill me now. Rob them of their
pleasure. I sprint across the room but there is nothing but a wall.
The table is there and without thinking I've grabbed the cicular saw
and whirl, throwing it.
Bradley is in its path. He throws up his arms reflexively. The butt
of the saw hits his arms, flipping it as it continues on. The blade
strikes him in the face. He screeches and staggers back, the saw
clattering to the floor.
"Kill the bitch!" roars Jimmy back on his feet.
I grab a small hatchet from the table, the only other item there except
for a car battery and two cables, and throw it at baseball bat. His
eyes widen and he dives for cover. The throw is wild anyway and the
hatchet makes a dull thunk against the far concrete wall.
I don't care. I'm an animal now, in perpetual motion. Their cowering
from my missiles gives me an avenue and I cross to the stairs, running
up them. I hit the door and...
...it's locked.
I whirl around, my back to the door, my naked body heaving with
exertion and covered in a sheen of sweat. Baseball bat and Mark, the
doctor, are at the foot of the stairs, looking up with a mixture of
triumph and rage.
"Nice fucking try cunt," growls baseball bat, easing up the stairs.
I'm unarmed now but he's still wary.
"CUNT!!!" Jimmy plows past baseball bat and rushes at me up the stairs.
My eyes go wild and I wait until he's close. He means to just barrel
into me, but I kick out, bracing my back against the locked door and my
arms against the narrow walls. My foot slams into his chest and stops
him cold. He's not that big really. Maybe thirty pounds heavier than
me. I quickly retract my foot and shoot it out again. Jimmy goes
tumbling back down the stairs, his nude form all arms and legs. Both
men down there have to step out of the way to avoid him.
Dr. Mark is looking up at me, his lips pursed in quiet anger. His eyes
cut into mine and I can see his outrage. I shouldn't be doing this,
his eyes tell me. I should just accept my fate. I'm clearly trapped.
Baseball bat is looking down at Jimmy, who's struggling up. Baseball
bat bursts into a fit of laughter.
"It ain't fuckin funny MAN!!" Jimmy is back on his feet and in baseball
bat's face. Baseball bat, on the other hand, is large. Maybe 250
pounds. He just laughs and Jimmy does nothing.
"Mark get THE FUCK OVER HERE!!!" Bradley screams.
Dr. Mark remembers the face injury with a start and rushes over.
"Anybody got a fuckin GUN?" Jimmy is back at the foot of the stairs,
his eyes locked up on me, full of hatred. "Eric you got yer damn gun??"
Baseball bat's name is Eric. "No, in my truck man. Sorry." He tries
to stifle laughter again. I think of us in the theater. I hope Eric
doesn't disturb anyone. No smoking please.
"It ain't FUCKIN FUNNY! I think I broke a fuckin rib!!" Jimmy is the
only one of them who took his clothes off, and he looks a bit pathetic.
"Calm down," Eric gives him a friendly grip on the shoulder, but
Jimmy's eyes remain locked on me. "She ain't goin nowhere. She's
trapped. She gave it a good go though. Bradley, how are ya bud?"
"Fuck I don't knoooooow..." Bradley wails.
"Mainly surface damage," Dr. Mark says, bent over the trembling
man. "Very long, very nasty slice, but not deep. I can stitch it.
You'll need to make a story about a power tool accident though."
Eric grins up at me, over Jimmy's shoulder. Both of them looking at me
like that terrifies me. If only there were some way I could kill
myself. It's my only escape from them. I force myself to take my eyes
off them for a moment and glance around. Not much to glance at. Just
a narrow stairwell. My heart is pounding through my chest. They will
come up any second and take me, kicking and screaming, back to that
table. And whatever pain they had planned for me will be doubled as
they exact an enraged vengeance for my disobedience.
"Well what the FUCK?" Jimmy screams. "No gun, what the FUCK!? How we
go get her down??"
"Go get her champ," laughs Eric.
"Where's that fuckin hatchet," Jimmy finally pulls his gaze away from
me and goes in search. He finds it.
"Whatcha doin man?" Eric gets between him and me.
"I'm gonna throw this fucking hatchet at her!"
"What the fuck man, you Daniel Boone? You can't hit shit. You're just
gonna give her the damn hatchet and then she'll have a fucking weapon.
Or hack through the damn door."
"Well what the FUCK!? We just gonna let her stay there?"
"No, Jimmy, calm the fuck down. She can't go anywhere, and I'd rather
her be up there still and quiet until we get Bradley patched up. Once
Bradley's good, I'll go up and get her. I ain't a puny shit like
you." He laughs.
"Fuck it," Jimmy mumbles, pacing back and forth and looking up at me.
He has black hair and a dark complexion. He's thin and his face is
especially long and gaunt, the eyes peering at me from sunken sockets.
He is ugly. "I lost my hard on."
"I'll say," laughed Eric.
Jimmy stopped and glared at the large man, tensing.
Eric held his hands out, "I'm just messing with you my man. Trying to
lighten you up. Hell, it's better when we find a cunt who'll fight a
bit. That's fucked up what she did to Bradley, but she'll pay. She'll
pay my man. We're all off work tomorrow so we can all take our sweet
time with her."
Jimmy's gaze snapped back to me, and he leveled a finger, "That's right
cunt. You gonna pay."
I say nothing, terrified. When Eric decides to come up after me, I
know Jimmy will come too. Nothing I'll be able to do. I wouldn't even
be able to fend off Eric. He's huge. I look around again. There is
nothing up there on the steps. It's all unfinished. The plywood walls
of the stairwell uncovered. There is a bulb above me but it's naked,
with thick black cord going to it. Other than that, just the locked
door and the light switch. I reach out and thumb it off.
I discover this controls not only the light above my head, but the
lights in the ceiling below as well. The basement, with no windows, is
plunged into complete blackness.
"What the FUCK!" screams Jimmy.
"I am in mid stitch here!!" roars Dr. Mark, raising his voice for the
first time.
"Ahh, fuuuuuuuuck!" wails Bradley.
"Any other switches?" asks Eric.
"No," whimpers Bradley in the darkness. "Just that one."
"I've got a lighter," grumbles Eric.
"Fire up the oven," cries Jimmy.
"Not until we have the door open!" Dr. Mark replies. "We'll suffocate
down here."
I notice there's no light coming from the door frame. Is it airtight?
Why would it be?
A light flickers and then I can see Eric down there, illuminated by his
lighter.
"Well," Eric sighs. "Should I go get her now?"
"Yes," hisses Dr. Mark. "I'll wait until you've secured her."
"Then huuuurrrry!!" Bradley cries. "This hurts like hell!!! He's got
the damn... needle stuck in there!"
Eric starts up the steps, Jimmy right behind him. I think. My thumb
is still on the light switch. I turn the light on again looking up to
get my bearings then flip it back off.
"Stupid cunt," I hear Eric growl. He's halfway up the stairs now. I'm
still not quite within the range of his lighter, so he's cautious.
I remember what I saw, jump up, grab, and pull. There is a flash and a
loud pop.
"What the fuck she doing?" Jimmy asks. "Taking out the light?"
"Don't know but don't like it," Eric surges forward, the wooden steps
creaking under his bulk. He drops the lighter and it goes out. He
doesn't really need it I guess. Not but one place I could be. I
scream and hold my hand out in front of me. Terror grips my heart.
Eric runs into the hand. The hand holding the electrical cord.
The black stairwell is suddenly lit in an eerie blue as voltage snakes
around Eric's body. He's now standing very straight and rigid, his
arms snapped at his side, his eyes locked with mine.
"Fuuuuuck!!!" I hear Jimmy rapidly retreating back down the stairs.
I hold the cord there. Will this hurt me? What if I get caught in the
shock? Good. I realize, my heart suddenly singing, I now have my
death. I am free!!!
Before I kill myself, since I do have him like this, I'll see if I can
fry Eric the baseball bat. I am amazed at the change in my body. Now
that I know my route to freedom, that I can avoid this whole nightmare,
I become relaxed. Clear thought breezes through my mind for the first
time since the abduction.
"Get him off! Get him off! She's cookin him!!" Jimmy is screaming.
Yes, I smile, watching the ramrod straight, vibrating body in front of
me. It's ironic. Don't you think? I laugh as the Alanis Morissette
song comes to me.
"What are we gonna do!?!?" Jimmy is still screaming. This, overall,
has turned into a bad night for poor Jimmy.
"I..." Dr. Mark must be beside him, because he sounds close, at the foot
of the stairs. "I don't know."
The electrocution is suprisingly quiet. There is a hum. But, other
than that, the loudest things are the rapid thumping of Eric's heels on
the step and meaty flapping from his cheeks. He looks bizarre.
"She's gonna fuckin kill him man!!"
"Rubber, something rubber!" Dr. Mark snaps out of it. "Or anything to
dislodge him. To knock him away."
"The baseball bat!"
"That's aluminum you idiot!"
I hear them but that's all the attention I pay. I'm transfixed by the
change in Eric's eyes. They're glowing from the inside. And I can see
blood swirling behind the white. It's amazing. His mouth has curled
further and further back away from his clenched teeth and he's giving
me the smile of death. He's like the Joker from Batman. But the Joker
never had a smile this big. Blood is pouring from his gums, across his
teeth.
"You find anything!?" Dr. Mark yells.
"How the FUCK FUCK FUCK am I supposed to find anything!?!? It's
FUCKing pitch FUCKing black you useless motherFUCKer!!"
"Calm down!"
"Calm FUCKing DOWN!? You motherFUCKER!! We had her shackled!! She
was done!! It was your fucking idea to unshackle her!! You
cocksucking motherfuckERRRR!!"
Jimmy seemed to be having stress.
I didn't care. Eric's eyes were continuing to change. They were
getting bigger. The lids had been pushed back out of sight, and the
eyeballs continued to swell outward. I watched, mouth slightly agape,
like a child. Fascinating. The left eye popped. A thick black
substance, probably blood and pulp, shot out and the empty eyeball
deflated against his lower lid. I looked at the other and, on cue, it
did the same.
Something was smelling bad. Smoke was curling out of his dark brown
hair. Not only that though. I looked at the point of electrocution
and saw a circle of fire spreading on his tee shirt. I pulled the cord
back. Eric ceased his rigid dance and stood there, swaying for a
moment. Hope he doesn't fall this way, I thought. I considered
reaching out with my foot to be sure he went back down the stairs, but
I didn't want to touch him. He might be still holding electricity. I
wasn't sure if that's how it worked, but I wasn't going to risk it.
Eric's knees suddenly buckled and he collapsed, rolling down the stairs.
"Help him!!" Dr. Mark was already over Eric, ripping the shirt off and
flinging it to the cement floor. He stomped on it to put it out. That
eliminated the light again. Everything was quiet except for moans of
pain from Bradley and heavy breathing from, I think, Jimmy.
"He's dead," Dr. Mark said quietly.
"FUUUUUCK!!!" screamed Jimmy.
Bradley wailed in anguish. This was not working out. They might ask
for a refund.
"What is your name?"
At first it was just another statement from Dr. Mark, but then I
blinked. He must be talking to me.
"My name is cunt."
"No, your real name."
I didn't reply. I was relaxed, true, and thinking clearly, but it now
seemed that my clarity was limited along certain lines. My mind didn't
want to reach beyond the boundary of this room. I was cunt. They were
evil. I had beaten them. At least in cheating them of hurting me.
And I had even destroyed one.
"Hello?" Dr. Mark's voice was sounding calm, but it was a forced calm.
The kind of calm where you can hear tension beneath the surface.
"WHAT!?" I shrieked.
"I just-"
"What do you WANT!?" I interrupted him. "To rape me? To torture me?
To make me call you god!? Well come right up and get me!!"
"Oh shit man," Jimmy's voice was low for the first time in a while. He
sounded ready to cry. "That bitch... she's got us man."
"I don't want to do any of those things," Dr. Mark ignored Jimmy. "All
of that is over. You won. Let's be friends now."
"Ok," I said. "Come up here and be my friend."
"Please come down here... ah, what is your name? It's hard to be friends
if I don't know your name."
"Cunt. My name to you is cunt."
"No, that's-"
"If you want to depersonalize me like that," I interrupted him
again, "to demean and lower my existence, fine. But think about it.
You're being beat by a cunt. Not a person, but a cunt. Now what the
HELL does that make you?"
This elicited a long wail from Jimmy and I heard what sounded like his
fist smack into the table surface.
"Please," Dr. Mark was sounding increasingly rattled again as well.
This made me happy. "I want to put all that behind us. Look, if
you're trying to hide your name, don't bother with that. I can easily
get your information out of your purse."
"Yeah, where's that? In the van? Upstairs in the house somewhere?
Good idea doc, why don't you come on up to go get it."
"Listen to me you little cunt," his voice hissed in the darkness. "Ok
fine. You've killed one of us. You've injured another. But that's
all. You CANNOT ESCAPE!"
I laughed, and was alarmed that my laughter sounded shrill and
delirious. "Escape?? I have escape in my hands! You can't do what
you wanted to DO!! I can take myself away!"
"Do it," he whispered. "You're right. We will torture you
unmercifully now. Deny us that. Take your life."
"Yeah," in the darkness you could almost see the lightbulb go on in
Jimmy's head. "Yeah, bitch. Go on. Kill yourself. You better!
Cause I'm gonna getcha!!"
"Please Jimmy," I said. "You're so pathetic. Come up here before I
kill myself and let me put you out of our misery."
"Fuck YOU bitch!!" he laughed a high rapid laugh. "You gonna die! I'm
feeling good now! Either we do it or you do it. I'd rather we do it!!"
My teeth clenched and relaxed repeatedly. I thought it over. Why was
I holding on to try and take out another of them. The risk was too
great. If they got me, it would be all I feared and more. I had
escape in my hands. How much more the tragedy if I let it slip away.
I raised the cord and held it close. Then moved it away. What if they
came up while I was being electrocuted? I'd be helpless. What if they
got me free before the electricity killed me? My heart began to race
as the panic resurged. No. No!
I thought frantically. Not fair! I had my escape! Now it might not
work? I reached behind me and tried the doorknob again. Still locked,
I laughed to myself. The laugh of insanity. Fear was creeping across
my brain like a black cloud.
"What's she doin?" Jimmy. Pathetic Jimmy.
I braced my feet on the step, and one hand against the stairwell. The
other kept the electrical cord held ready. I leaned forward then
slammed back, my shoulders and back hitting the door. I cried out with
the effort. I did it again. And again.
"That is not an option," I heard Dr. Mark's voice. "You cannot force
the door. You cannot leave this room alive."
Again I hit the door and I heard a high pitched squeak. I gasped and
powered into it again with renewed vigor. Again the tiny screech. A
nail being pulled loose.
"I'm coming up there!!" roared Dr. Mark.
"Come on up!" I screamed back at him. I slammed the door again and the
frame clearly gave.
"Man, she's getting out!!" cried Pathetic Jimmy. "It's just a damn
door! And she's strong for a bitch!"
I slammed into the door again and something gave way. Not the frame,
but something in my shoulder. My arm, the arm that held the electrical
cord, spasmed in pain and went limp. I flexed my fingers open quickly,
dropping the cord lest it end up against my thigh. I screamed in pain
and anguish.
"Somethin happen!?" Pathetic Jimmy smelled blood again.
"Not sure..." I heard a tentative creak on the stairs.
"Come on up fucker!!" I screamed. I turned to use the other side of my
back and slammed the door again. I tumbled through into a dark
hallway. I could see an open door at the end and a lit room.
"Get her, she dropped the cord!" Dr. Mark yelled.
I got to my feet and ran, already hearing Jimmy dashing up the stairs.
My right shoulder was a cauldron of pain and the arm flopped uselessly
as I ran. I ran into the lit room, looking around frantically.
Basically empty other than a worn couch, a rug and assorted animal
heads on the wall. I turned to see Jimmy reach the top of the stairs
and come down the hallway after me.
I screamed and ran, crying for help. I got to the door and it was
unlocked. I ran out onto the rustic wood front porch and down the
large plank steps onto the rock driveway. The rocks hurt my bare
feet. The van was over there but Jimmy was right behind me. I dared
not stop or pause for anything. I pointed myself down the rock road
and broke into a full run.
I'm a sprinter in track. Sprints and hurdles. I probably broke a
record here because, despite my shoulder and the pain of the rocks on
my feet, I stole a glance over my shoulder after what only seemed a
couple of seconds. Jimmy was still coming but now a distant speck.
"Get her!!" I heard Dr. Mark yell.
"Get a damn car! She's fuckin fast!!"
I've got to get off this road. But I don't want to go off yet. Jimmy
may still be able to see me. I keep running and come to a dip in the
road. Once I'm down in the dip I veer off. It's almost a full moon,
and running on the road was no problem. Now however, I quickly take a
painful tumble into a deep ditch. I gasp and fight to keep from
screaming as I mangle my arm further.
I get to my feet, climb out the other side of the ditch and go into the
woods. Brush and branches are painful against my nude body and
occasional briars rip what I'm sure are bright red lines across me. I
continue on, forcing myself to slow my progress to remain quiet. I
decide I better stop. To see if they know where I am. I turn back to
face the direction of the road and sink to my knees, trembling. I
clutch my injured shoulder with my good hand. I listen.
I don't hear approaching footsteps but I hear a car. I see lights
through the trees. Oh God! They'll see me! The car is going down the
road though, not facing me. The light illuminates my spot dimly, but
they won't even be looking this way. Nor could they see me if they
were. I stifle my panic.
There was only one car at the cabin, a black BMW. I couldn't really
see it as it passed by on the road, but it seemed to be it. Probably
Dr. Mark's. The car was traveling fairly slowly but passed on by and
disappeared down the road. I shivered and got up. I wanted to go deep
into the woods. Away from that road. Another light cut towards me. I
quickly dropped behind a bush, fear holding me tight.
I could hear another engine now that I hadn't noticed. A heavier
sound. The light swept past and directly over the bush I was behind.
To me, I was instantly and horribly exposed. I wanted to go ahead and
run right then, but I sat still. The light passed on. Then came
back. I sat, my body beginning to shake violently. Again the light
passed directly against me.
I looked over my shoulder towards the road. It was the large white
pick up I had seen at the cabin. With all the lights on the roof.
Those lights were wide open now, illuminating the road. But this was a
powerful handheld light of some sort he was holding and aiming out the
window. The beam of light abruptly went crazy, zigzagging then
pointing skyward. I looked back again. He was now aiming it at the
other side of the road. And his truck was continuing to move slowly
on. I waited until it was completely past the dip in the road and
gone. Then I got up and started moving again.
I lost time here. I had no idea what time of night it was nor how long
I was running. I would stop and walk for a while, my shoulder
throbbing and then run a bit. Then I heard a car. I dropped to the
ground, trying to hide in the calf high grass. I listened. It was
actually a lot of cars. Oh please, maybe the highway we traveled. I
cautiously peered up and didn't see anyone. I got to my feet and
started again.
In just a bit, in the distance, I could see headlights continually
passing. I almost choked with joy, my laughter coming up in a gurgling
strangle. I ran towards the highway. Suddenly I saw a nearer set of
lights. The pattern of the headlights and the multiple lights atop the
roof of the white pickup. It was slowly moving along some kind of
small dirt road that paralleled the highway. Above the pickup, on the
higher ground I could see the cars zooming past.
So close, yet so far away.
No, not again! I searched for a place to hide as the pickup was
getting closer. Here though, close to the highway, everything had been
cleared. I dared not trust the grass to hide me. A beam snaked out of
the passenger window and started roaming across the area. It must be
both of them in the truck. They were going to see me at any second. I
dashed towards the highway. As I ran across the soft dirt road,
through the powerful multiple light beams of the truck, I heard its
engine suddenly roar. I was then across the road and scrambling up
the embankment. I could hear the pickup getting close, bearing down on
me. I heard strange little pops too, but didn't know what they were.
Don't look back, don't turn. Shortest distance between two points is a
straight line. Up the embankment. I can see the metal railing above.
It's steep but I wish it were steeper. I think the pickup can follow
me. I reach the railing and fall over it. Now I steal a glance back
and see with shock that the pickup is right there! I ended up just
ahead of it! I get to my feet on the hard surface, and a car horn
shatters me as the vehicle roars by. I hear voices. Jimmy is climbing
up past the front of the truck. He has a pistol.
I run down the highway. I dare not stop and try to wave a car down.
It's too cruel if I die like this! Won't someone stop on their own??
I hear two more pops. I realize it must be Jimmy shooting at me. Cars
are honking like crazy as they pass. I hear a sudden screeching of
brakes behind me and turn, crying, to meet my death. There is a very
loud thump as I turn and I see a large red family car skidding
sideways. Something flies past me. I turn to run again and see Jimmy
tumbling along the pavement in front of me.
I run hard, hearing the skidding car behind me. I pass Jimmy who
doesn't look well. His back must be broken because his head is resting
beside his legs. His jaw is also strangely askew. His eyes are open,
vacant and staring upward.
The skidding behind me stops and I do as well turning back to look.
Good thing I kept running, as the car's final position was only about
20 feet behind me. I hop from one foot to another, clutching my
shoulder, almost doubled over in pain. In the various headlights I can
see hundreds of criscrossed cuts on my body from my trip through the
woods. I'm wailing loudly. I want to give in to the hysteria and let
it take me, but something tells me I need to be sure I'm safe first.
"Are you okay!?" A portly black man is running towards me, looking
fearfully over his shoulder as oncoming traffic is only now slowing
down. "Come on, let's get off the road!"
He takes my arm and gets me off the road, over to the embankment. I
shoot a fearful glance down there, expecting to see Dr. Mark grinning
maliciously, ready to finally snuff me. I don't see him. I look
further back and the pickup is gone as well. The man is saying
something, and I swivel my mess of a face to his.
"...this on! Put this on!" He's trying to help me into his shirt, which
he's removed. The shirt off his back.
I scream in pain as he touches my shoulder.
"I'm sorry! Here, let's just drape it over your shoulders and we can
button the front."
He does so, his eyes drinking me in with fear and concern. He knows
something bad has just happened.
"Come on! I see cop lights! Let's get you to them!"
He helps me as we head back, past his sideways car. Traffic has now
stopped. As we go past his car I see Pathetic Jimmy had an even worse
time of it than I thought. After being struck the initial time, the
car's tire skidded sideways over him and nearly tore him in half. He
was almost unrecognizable.
"Oh Lord, I killed that man," the portly man sobbed.
Two highway patrolmen have rushed up and taken hold of me. I scream in
protest, and the black man is telling them my shoulder is injured.
They help me more gently back to their cruiser. I see a man, having
gotten out of his car, stagger and vomit. He must have seen Pathetic
Jimmy.
I'm eased into the back seat of the cruiser. I hear talk of an
ambulance. One of the patrolmen is seeing to me and asking me
questions, but now I don't hear him. Now I'm in a police car. Now I'm
safe. I give in and remember nothing.
End Part 2/14
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