Pound

An Extreme Horror Tale

of

Sex, Blood, & Fast Food

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

“Honey? Hell-ooooo? Terry, are you home?” Trish called out before walking into her house. She listened. When she heard nothing but silence and birds chirping, she looked over her shoulder at Grant. “Coast is clear, lover boy.”

 

Grant closed the door behind him and within seconds, Trish was on him, their bodies and mouths intertwined. Flesh and fabric fought in a war of friction as hands blindly groped and grabbed at anything gratifying. They crashed onto the leather couch, Trish on top. Grant’s hands held firmly onto her ass, pressing the swell of his crotch against her. His erection strained against his slacks and had been ever since they left the office. He reached down, trying to free it, but Trish knocked his hand away and sat up, straddling him, showing him who was in charge.

 

“Not so fast,” she said, slyly. “My husband has a very important meeting out of town and he said he was going to be home very late tomorrow. We’ve got plenty of time. Let’s slow down and enjoy it.”

 

She got off him. He went to stand up as well, but she playfully pushed him back down. “You stay here. I’m going to get us some champagne to celebrate a long day of work and what will be a long night of play.”

 

As she walked away, she unbuttoned her silk blouse and threw it back at him. Then, she slowly unzipped the back of her black skirt and let it drop to her ankles. She let him admire the back of her perfectly toned and tanned body. She had purchased this outfit just for him: black nylon stockings, attached to a lace garter belt with matching bra and thong, that complimented her dark, curly hair. She smiled seductively over her shoulder and closed the door to the kitchen.

 

Trish went over to her mini champagne fridge and pulled out a bottle she knew Terry wouldn’t miss. Then, she decided fuck it and grabbed one of his favorites.

 

Maybe if you were home once and a while, you’d get to see me in one of these outfits that goes on your credit card, she thought as a single tear formed at the corner of her eye. And maybe if you didn’t work so much, I wouldn’t be on boyfriend number five.

 

She quickly wiped the tear away, checked her mascara on the side of the toaster, and grabbed two champagne flutes from the cabinet. Doesn’t he realize how lonely I get? she thought. Would he even care if he found out about all these flings?

 

Trish filled up the two glasses and headed back. She pushed those hurt feelings deep down and prepared herself a night that would hopefully make her feel wanted again, even if it were just meaningless sex. To Grant, she was just a hole that he planned on filling. Oddly enough, she felt likewise.

 

Chapter Two

 

“Do you want to fuck me?”

 

“Hell yeah.”

 

“I’ve been so lonely and so, so horny. I need a big, strong man that can satisfy me. Can you satisfy me, baby?”

 

“You know I can.”

 

“Do you want to put it in my tight. . .”

 

“Yes.”

 

“. . .wet. . .”

 

“Yes.”

 

“. . .Pu-“ A pop-up appeared on the screen with a flashing button that had the words: Click here to view the full video on our website.

 

“DAMN IT!” I screamed and hit Esc on the keyboard to exit full-screen mode. There were millions of free porn videos online. I wasn’t about to go to a pay website and give them my credit card information. That’s how I got my card taken away by my parents last time and I didn’t need that happening again. I needed it for gas or it was back to taking the bus to school. Not that my old beater car was any less embarrassing.

 

I grabbed my jumbo-sized, fast food cup and took a drink. And without gas for my POS car, I would be stuck eating the food in the house. My mom couldn’t cook to save her life. No wonder both my parents were rail-thin. I reached over to the yellow paper-covered brick and unwrapped my triple bacon, double cheeseburger deluxe with extra mayo, extra barbecue sauce. I held that wet sesame seed bun with both chubby hands, forced my mouth as wide as it could go, and took a big bite. It was orgasmic.

 

“Enjoying your burger, fatty?”

 

I put my food back down on the greasy paper and spun around in my computer chair. There, leaning against my closed door, was Tony Miller dressed in his standard, custom-faded and torn jeans and designer T-shirt touting whatever teen clothing store was the popular trend these days. His perfectly trimmed short, blond hair made my hair look like my mom cut mine. . . which she did.

 

“I said, ‘Are you enjoying your burger, fatty’?”

 

I rotated my chair back to the computer. Don’t pay attention to him; he’ll leave you alone, I thought. I took another sip from my sugary drink.

 

“Keep telling yourself that, you fat fuck! Fat Matt, Fat Matt had a heart attack. Fell over and killed the cat. Woke up and had a flat snack!”

 

My drink trembled in my hand; ice cubes knocked against one another. I took enough abuse from him and his friends all day at school and I wasn’t going to do it at home too. “SHUT UP!” I whirled around and flung the drink at him. . . only to see it explode against the door. Brown liquid ran down it and pooled onto the carpet.

 

I was alone.

 

“You’re not real,” I whimpered. “You’re not real.”

 

Back to the computer screen, I turned. I’ll clean up that mess later or I’ll just leave it. It’s not like anyone will care, I thought. My carpet was already covered in stains anyway. I was just glad my parents weren’t home to hear me. It was Saturday; my mother wanted to go to the mall as usual and wanted me and my dad to go with her. I pretended to be sick, which isn’t too hard when you sweat all the time. I just couldn’t risk my mother dragging me into the Big and Tall store for new pants and Tony (the real one) and his friends seeing me. They didn’t need any more ammo than they already had against me.

 

I quickly found another video that looked like it would do. I clicked the picture of the blond, teenage girl and waited for the video to load.

 

“You know. . . If that girl went to our high school, she wouldn’t even look at you, but give me a couple of days and I’d be balls deep in her.”

 

Ignore him.

 

The video loaded pretty quickly despite the crappy internet connection due to my house being out in the boonies. The girl with the bad dye job looked seductively into the camera. She was wearing a red string bikini, but it quickly disappeared in the next scene. This video was yet another where if you wanted the whole video, you had to pay. Nevertheless, I hoped it showed me what I needed to get off.

 

The girl’s breasts were almost non-existent. Usually, I liked them ‘bigger the better’, but I wasn’t too picky right now. An off-camera hand came on the screen and pinched one of her brown nipples. She moaned. A deep male voice said, “Are you ready to suck this cock?”

 

A laugh. I looked over at my bed where Tony was laying down, tossing and catching a baseball. “I bet she couldn’t even find your dick under all that fat.”

 

I ignored him, increased the sound on my speakers, and looked back to the screen. Already the girl had the cameraman’s penis in her mouth. This is what I needed. I quickly stood up, pulled my grey sweatpants down, and freed my own penis from my boxers. I stroked it as I watch her slide her mouth back and forth. From this point of view, I could pretend his dick was my dick.

 

The man moaned. I moaned. Tony laughed. “Your wang is so small and your hand is so fat, I can’t even see what you’re doing over there.”

 

Ignore him.

 

I turned the volume up again. The scene cut to the cameraman giving it to her from behind doggy-style. He said,”You’re so fucking wet.” My hand felt dry. I reached over, rubbed my hand on the greasy burger wrapper, and went back to jacking off.

 

“Oh, that’s so fucking gross. You are seriously messed up, Fatty Matty.”

 

“SHUT UP!” I started beating faster and closed my eyes, listening to the girl screaming with pleasure. My greasy hand felt good against my shaft.

 

“Why don’t you put some ketchup and mustard on it too while you’re at it? Maybe, you could-“

 

“SHUT UP!” I hurried over to the empty bed and pounded my fists against the mattress over and over. Left, right, left, right. I shut my eyes and let the rage inside of me take over. Left, right, left, right. Soon, I didn’t even feel like I was in control of my body. Left, right, left, right. When I was finally out of breath, I opened my eyes and stared down at the oily hand stains on my bedspread. Yet another mess no one would care about. I stood up and caught my reflection in the hanging wall mirror. My easily 300lb frame barely fit within its edges. Sweat had plastered my brown hair to my forehead. I had my pants around my ankles, my limp penis barely hung outside my grease stained boxers, and tears streaming down my face, as orgasmic screams filled my bedroom.

 

I pulled my sweatpants up, walked back over to the computer, and exited out of the internet. Screams of ecstasy that echoed off the walls turned to silence except for my heavy breathing. I was done. It just wasn’t happening for me. Tony had gotten to me once again.

 

The front doorbell rang.

 

I jumped as much as my fat frame would allow. My parents rarely got visitors and I had no friends. It could be a salesman or maybe a neighbor.

 

It could be Tony.

 

It’s not Tony. Tony doesn’t know where I live, and if he did, he certainly wouldn’t ring the doorbell and risk getting my parents.

 

I walked over to the window and peeked through the blinds. I couldn’t see the front door, but I could see the driveway; it was empty. It had to be someone from one of the homes nearby, but even nearby was quite the distance.

 

The doorbell chimed again. With my parents away, I could ignore it. Any neighbor would just think that the whole family was out. We didn’t have a garage so whoever it was could see the family car was not home. My car was, but a neighbor could assume we took one car for that ‘perfect family’ outing.

 

I chuckled at that thought.

 

Now, there was a banging on the door. Jesus, I thought. Maybe it was some sort of emergency. The closest neighbors to us are an elderly couple. Perhaps something was wrong.

 

I opened the door to my room, stepped over the puddle of cola, and headed downstairs. Each wooden step groaned as my foot hit it. I tried to tell myself that it was an old house, but my parents never had such issue.

 

I reached the door. Still time to change my mind. No. What if something happened to Mr. Myers? He has a bad heart. I would feel awful if I could have helped. I grabbed a hold of the doorknob and opened the door.

 

It wasn’t Mrs. Myer or even Mr. Myer. My hand trembled on the knob as I gave witness to only what could be described as an angel fell to Earth. Had I checked the peephole, perhaps being given a tiny glimpse would have prepared me for taking in her beauty entirely. Her impossibly long legs gave way to jean shorts that were way too short to be school appropriate. But she was no girl. She was a woman in her mid-twenties. Her long, brown hair almost matched the shade of her tanned skin. She gave me a perfect smile.

 

“Hi. Sorry to disturb you like this. Umm. . . My car broke down a little ways down the road and this was the first house I came to. Do you mind if I use your phone? You know. . . to call a tow truck.”

 

I tried to get my mouth to move, but it wouldn’t respond. This had happened to me before at school, and this was where the girl usually called me a perv and told me to stop staring at her. This woman wasn’t like that. She gave me a little smile and put her hand on my shoulder. “I’d really appreciate it. Yours is the first place I’ve seen in a while. I’d hate to keep walking. My feet are killing me.”

 

Still unable to talk, I just moved my bulky body aside and let her in. Her high heeled sandals clacked on the tile of our entryway. She turned around and flashed that smile again. “Nice place you got here. I’m Nikki, by the way.”

 

“My parents’,” I blurt out, finding my voice.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“It’s my parents’. I mean, I live here, but they own it. I’m going to get my own place real soon after I graduate. . . Not that I’m some young kid. I’m eighteen for sure. MATT! My name’s Matt.”

 

I silently kicked myself for being so awkward. Now, she thinks I’m some kid, I thought. I should have told her this was my house and I was an available bachelor.

 

She gave me an odd look. “Uh, huh. The phone. . .?” She crossed her arms and pointed to the right, which was the living room and to the left, which was the kitchen. I felt the stirring in my crotch as I watched her arms push her breasts up and together. I quickly grabbed a random book my mother left on the front table and used it to cover up my growing erection beneath my sweat pants.

 

“Sorry. It’s in the kitchen,” pointing to my left, her right.

 

She turned and walked through the open doorway. I followed behind her. I was about to show her on the wall by the fridge where the phone was, but she found it on her own. She grabbed it off its cradle and started dialling. She looked back at me. “Thanks again. I really appreciate this. So do my feet.”

 

I nodded, still hiding my erection. I tried to think of other things: baseball, 9/11, my mother hula dancing. It wasn’t helping. It was hard not to look at those curves on her. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead, slid down to her neck, and finally disappeared into the chasm of her breasts.

 

“Woah. Check out that sweet piece of ass!”

 

Boner gone, I put the book on the counter and looked at Tony across the kitchen’s island. He was eating an apple obnoxiously loud for someone imaginary. “Seriously, Fatty Matty. I didn’t think a girl would ever come into your house unless it were against her freewill. I wouldn’t worry about covering your boner either. What is that thing, like two inches?”

 

Angrily, I looked away to ignore him and realized Nikki was talking to me. “-your address? I need to tell the tow truck where to come.”

 

Tony laughed. “You can tell me where to cum anytime.”

 

Ignoring the voice, I gave her my address, which she repeated into the phone. It was quiet while she waited for a response. I could hear soft hold music. The crunch of an apple almost made me jump. I looked over at Tony. He put down his apple, held up the ‘okay’ sign with his left hand, and slid his right index finger in and out of the circle.

 

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be waiting,” Nikki said into the phone before hanging it up. “I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. The good news: A tow truck is coming. The bad news: They said it would take a couple of hours. Apparently, they’ve had a really busy weekend and since this is pretty much in the middle of nowhere; they can’t justify dropping everything. I know. . . I'm probably inconveniencing you.”

 

Tony laughed. “Yeah. You’re cutting into his jacking off time.”

 

“No. No. No. It’s no inconvenience, really. I was actually kind of lonely with my parents gone and all. I could use the company.”

 

That perfect smile. “Well, I’m glad I could help then.” She let out a playful laugh that was divine. “If I could just ask for one more tinsy, tiny favor: Can I have a glass of water? It was a long, hot walk.”

 

“Of course.” I grabbed a glass out of a cabinet and went to the sink. My parents had installed some super-fancy water filtration system that attached to the end of the faucet. Unfortunately, I never learned how to use it since I didn’t drink anything that wasn’t caffeinated and carbonated. After randomly hitting a few buttons, I think I got it working and filled up a glass.

 

“That’s right,” Tony whispered in my ear. “We don’t want that mouth of hers to get too dry for what you have planned later.”

 

“Shut up,” I muttered.

 

“What was that?” Nikki asked.

 

“Nothing. Nothing,” I covered. “I just said that the faucet was stuck a little, but I got it fixed.” I handed her the glass, which she quickly put to her mouth and sucked down.

 

“So. . . You like that book?” she asked, setting the glass on the counter.

 

I didn’t realize what she was talking about until I followed her eyes to the book on the countertop that I had been using to cover my erection: 50 Shades of Grey. My eyes went wide. “No. No. That’s my mom’s book. I. . . I just realized she left it sitting out and I thought I’d put it away for her.”

 

“That’s nice of you. I read it a while ago. It’s a pretty steamy book. I don’t think I’d leave it sitting out like that. I have my copy tucked in my panty drawer.”

 

Panty. Drawer.

 

I must have turned bright red because Nikki quickly said, “Let’s change the subject, okay? Ummm. . . How about you give me a tour of your house? I mean, if you think that would be okay with your parents.”

 

Tony was at my ear again. “Give her the tour, Matt. Show her your bedroom. Show her your panty drawer.” He burst out laughing.

 

Asshole.

 

“My parents won’t mind. They won’t even know you’re here. They shouldn’t be home for hours.”

 

There’s that smile again.

 

Chapter Three

 

Trish set the two glasses down on a table outside the kitchen door. She was not happy. She was hoping for a little drinking, a little foreplay, and then, the main event. What she saw, his clothes thrown all over the floor and his bare feet up on the leather sofa’s arm, was not what she had in mind. If the past was any indication, he probably got started without her.

 

“Grant, I told you to wait,” she said as she walked over to him. “Don’t you ever listen to me or do you only listen to your-“

 

She stopped dead in her tracks. Grant’s naked body was still, his eyes glazed over, blood flowed from a large indent in his forehead and puddled on the cushion. She screamed, turned around to run back to the kitchen, but was halted again.

 

A very tall, muscular man Trish had never seen before stood at the kitchen door. His matching camo jacket and pants seemed so out of place in her elegant home. He picked up one of the flutes and took a sip of champagne. He lowered the glass and licked his lips, but Trish was too busy staring up at the deep scar running up his bald head to notice. “Mmmmm. Sometimes I do like to kick back and appreciate the finer things in life.” He set the flute down on the table and picked up a crude, handheld sledgehammer that had not been there before. Trish could see blood and bone fragments on the flat end. He pointed it at her, sending a few blood drops her way that struck her face. “Interesting. Now is usually when they start running.”

 

And she did. She rounded the couch, headed for the library to get away from the man and the gory scene in the middle of her living room. She heard heavy footsteps not too far behind her.

 

Chapter Four

 

God! The shit I have to put up with, I thought as the fat kid led me into the living room. I quickly looked around: old tv, empty mantle, bare walls. NOTHING OF FUCKING VALUE!

 

“Well, this is the living room.”

 

No shit, Sherlock.

 

“This is the room where my parents and I watch tv.”

 

This is the room where I’m going to hang myself if this turns out to be a bust. Months of planning and watching down the drain, I thought. This brat wasn’t even supposed to be here. He always leaves with his parents. At least, I’m glad I had knocked on the door before I attempted to break in.

 

“Over here is the downstairs bathroom-”

 

That I bet you clogged many of times.

 

“Well, that’s pretty much it.”

 

I can’t believe I’m going to say this. . . “What about upstairs?”

 

He was quiet for a moment. “There’s just the bedrooms and another bathroom.”

 

Here we go. “Well, okay. Let’s continue with the tour.”

 

“You. . . You want to see my bedroom?”

 

“Sure. We still have an hour or so to kill.”

 

 

Chapter Five

 

Trish put Terry’s giant oak desk between herself and her attacker. She reached behind her, grabbed an armful of books, and started throwing them at him. The man laughed and knocked some of them out of the air with his hammer.

 

“Swing batter batter, swing!” he yelled as he sent a book flying back at her. She easily avoided it, grabbed an oriental vase, and chucked it at him. He tossed the hammer on the table and caught the antique with both hands.

 

“Fuck, girl!” He carefully set it on the desk and picked his hammer back up. “Those things are pricey. I don’t think your husband would appreciate you destroying the house. . . or fucking your co-worker. Shameful is what it is.”

 

Before Trish could grab something else to throw, the giant of a man leaped on top of the table and swung his hammer at her face. She dodged but fell backward, hitting her head on the wood floor. She was dazed for a moment, but that was all it took as the man’s boot came down on her hair. She tried to pull away and felt her curls being pulled from her scalp. His other boot came down on the other side of her head. She was trapped.

 

“Tisk, tisk. That was too easy. I was expecting a challenge. I like to have fun.”

 

Trish started to cry. She thought about punching him in the crotch, but her short arms couldn’t compete with his long legs. Then, she thought maybe she could go for his crotch a different way. With one final sniffle, she said, “I like to have fun too. Maybe we could have fun together.”

 

The man looked confused at first and then, gave her a sinister smile. He stepped back freeing her, but still held onto his bloody hammer. “What did you have in mind, little lady?”

 

Trish sat up and tried to mentally prepare herself for what she was going to do. Just pretend he’s a new co-worker that just started in the office, she thought as she unhooked her bra and let it drop. He didn’t seem impressed so she seductively crawled over to him. No reaction until she slid her hand slowly up his pant leg. By what she felt, he definitely liked what he saw.

 

She started to unzip the front of pants. “I usually like to know a man’s name before I do something like this.”

 

He was silent and, after a moment, said, “Devin.”

 

Trish wasn’t sure if he was hesitant about revealing his name or he was making one up on the spot. Logically, he would have picked something like ‘John’ and not ‘Devin’. “Okay, Devin,” she said as she reached into his fly. “Let’s have some fun.”

 

 

Chapter Six

 

“Why do you want to see my parents’ room?”

 

“We’ve got hours. Do you have anything else in mind we could do?” Nikki gave me a smile that made me melt.

 

Tony had spent the last couple minutes walking behind her and dry humping the air like he was doing it doggie style. “Here’s your chance, Fatty Matty. Go for it!”

 

“I guess we could look around a bit.”

 

“Puuuuuusssssssssy,” Tony shouted in my ear. It was hard to ignore him, but I did and I opened the bedroom door.

 

I had seen my parents’ bedroom before and I knew it wasn’t really tour-worthy. I probably hadn’t been in there for at least a year, but it never changed. Just like the rest of the house, my parents didn’t believe in throwing their money around and living the lavish lifestyle. It contained a queen-sized bed, two dressers, a television, and painting my parents got twenty-five years ago as a wedding gift.

 

“Well,” Nikki said. “This room certainly goes with the rest of the house, I guess.”

 

“I’m sorry. I told you it was nothing special.”

 

She walked around a bit, and Tony and I got an excellent view of her ass hanging out of her short shorts. “Damn, Matt. If you don’t hit that soon, it just proves that you’re ga-“

 

Tony was quiet, but he was still staring at her ass. It was as if he noticed something, which meant on some level, I noticed something. Then, I saw it. In the back pocket of those tight shorts, was the outline of a cell phone.

 

If she had a cell phone, why did she need to use my phone? I thought. I guess it was possible that she couldn’t get cell reception out here. Half the time, my parents had problems and just used the house phone. But why hadn’t she mentioned it?

 

She walked over to the painting that was hanging on the wall next to the closet. It was a reproduction of the Norman Rockwell painting where a young couple was signing their marriage license. She seemed fascinated with it and then, she quickly turned back to me.

 

“Did you hear that?”

 

“Hear what?” I asked.

 

“I thought I heard a car door.”

 

It was too soon for the tow truck, I thought. Oh, no. My parents!

 

 

Chapter Seven

 

I put my hand over my mouth because I almost started laughing when the fat kid waddled over to the window. Control yourself, girl. Remember the mission.

 

With his back to me, I grabbed the edge of the painting and pulled it slightly away from the wall.

 

Jackpot! There was a wall safe behind it. I knew there had to be something worthwhile in this house. It would be so much easier to load up my car with cash than it would valuable antiques like I thought I was going to find here.

 

I had done my research on fat boy’s daddy. The guy owned multiple factories all over the state. When I was able to pin down his address, I knew this would be the perfect location for the next heist.

 

“There’s nobody out there,” Matt said. “You must be hearing things.”

 

I’m hearing the cha-ching of dollar signs if I can get rid of you.

 

“Huh. I guess so. That’s weird.” I got to say this without throwing up. “I’d really like to see your bedroom. Saving the best for last, I bet.”

 

His fat cheeks turned bright red and I could see the front of his sweatpants poke out a bit. He hurried over to the doorway and motioned for me to come over.

 

Think of all the money. Think of all the money.

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

Think of Grant. Think of Grant. Trish thought as the murderer’s penis thrust back and forth between her red lips. She pulled it out and swirled her tongue around the head. The giant of a man had proved himself to be just as big down there. She had hoped that she could get him off and he would let her live, but she had been going down on him for what seemed like forever. She’d have to resort to Plan B.

 

She let go of his penis, stood up, and hopped up on the desk. Devin gave her a strange look, but that quickly turned into a grin as Trish spread her legs wide and slid her hand down the front of her black panties. She faked a moan as best as she could and pushed her fingers against her barely wet vagina. She rubbed faster, hoping that it wouldn’t betray her when she needed to use it.

 

“I can’t take it anymore, Devin. You’ve got me so hot. Fuck me!” she yelled, as she reached up and pinched one of her nipples.

 

Devin stood between her legs with his dick in one hand and that bloody hammer in his other. Trish silently pleaded to God that he would choose his penis.

 

“I prefer doggy style. I’m a bit of an ass man.”

 

The words surprised Trish at first. If he weren't holding onto that weapon and didn’t have that scar across his head, he could almost pass for any red blooded male. She pulled her fingers out of her thong and put them into her mouth, sucking her juices off them. It’ll have to do. Then, she turned over on the edge of the desk and pushed her ass up in the air.

 

“Ready when you are, lover boy.”

 

Trish felt the head of his penis press against the fabric of her satin underwear. Again, she was trying to think of anyone other than him. Grant wasn’t working. Maybe it was because he was dead in the next room. Her husband, Terry didn’t do it for her anymore. She was trying to think of other sexy male co-workers when she felt the thin string between her ass cheeks get pulled up. She figured he’d pull them down, but maybe he liked to leave them on. She had slept with a few guys that were into that. Then, she felt the wet, hard end of hammer press against her tailbone. She looked back and saw that his tool was underneath the back of her thong.

 

Devin bent over her and grabbed a hold of her hair. He whispered in her ear, “Not only do I like it doggy style, but can you guess what else I like?”

 

Trish couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could feel blood dripping off his hammer and running down her ass crack.

 

“Three-ways.”

 

With that, he lifted her up by her hair and her underwear, painfully carrying her towards the door, back out to the living room, back to where Grant was.

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

It sounded like I had just stepped in mud when I entered the room.

 

“Sorry,” he said. “I had a little spill before you came and didn’t have time to clean it up.”

 

It was more than just the floor that needed cleaning up. The room smelled of grease and sweat. He probably never cleaned it and he probably never left his room. I had no doubt that his computer’s browser history was probably full of porn and his hamper was full of crusty tube socks. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible

 

Let’s get this over with.

 

I went over and sat on his bed. “So. . . This is where the magic happens, I take it?”

 

He looked at me like I was an alien and started stuttering. I let out the best fake giggle I could muster. I patted the spot next to me for him to sit. It felt oddly moist and I tried to disguise my disgust. He slowly made his way over to me and sat a good foot away from me.

 

I came out and said it: “Matt, are you a virgin?”

 

His red face drained of all its color. “Wha. . . What? Of course, not! I’ve slept with plenty of girls. Maybe, ten or twelve for sure.”

 

I laughed. I couldn’t help it, but I recovered nicely. “You don’t have to lie to me, Matt. I could tell.”

 

He put his head down. “Okay. I’m a virgin.”

 

I couldn’t even look at him when I said, “Well. . . We could change that.” I hoped he thought I was just shy, rather than hiding my look of repulsion.

 

“Really?”

 

I turned back to him and gave him that telltale smile that made every guy do what I wanted. “Really. Think of it as a ‘thank you’ for being such a Good Samaritan.”

 

He smiled, probably close to exploding in those nasty sweatpants. “Okay. How do you want to get started? Do I just-”

 

“Lie down,” I interrupted as I pointed to the head of the bed, “and I’ll take care of everything.”

 

He did as I asked. Almost there, I thought.

 

I climbed on top of him and immediately he let out a moan, even though I was pretty sure I was on his stomach. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.”

 

He closed them. I took his two meaty hands and place them on my breasts. The things I’ll do to make a quick buck, I thought as he squeezed them roughly through my shirt. I reached down and pulled my set of handcuffs out of the front pocket of my shorts. I quietly hooked both opened ends to a bracelet I was wearing, pulled his hands away from my breasts, and slammed them behind his head, pressing my chest to his face. I was trying to block his view in case he decided to cheat and peek. He slobbered all over them while I slid the handcuff’s chain around the headboard railing.

 

Here goes nothing.

 

I slid one cuff around his wrist. He didn’t seem to notice as he continued with whatever the hell he was doing with his tongue. I went to close it. It didn’t fit. It just pinched his skin. Suddenly, he flipped me over onto my back and wrapped his fingers around my throat. His eyes were wild, yet focused.

 

“YOU’RE ALL THE SAME! YOU’RE ALL THE SAME!”

 

 

Chapter Ten

 

I was so excited. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Leah was one of the hottest girls in school and she wanted to meet me in the park after dark. She told me she would have a tent set up for us since I couldn’t sneak into her bedroom and she couldn’t into mine.

 

I was skeptical at first. I was a skinny nerd and wasn’t much to look at. We were both freshmen, but she could get any guy from any grade she wanted. We certainly didn’t hang out in the same cliques. In fact, I’m pretty sure some of the other kids she hung out with picked on me; however, she swore up and down that she had always admired me from afar. I still wasn’t too sure until she started sending me naked pictures of herself: boobs, ass, pussy, never the face though. I asked why and she said she still wasn’t sure she could trust me yet. She didn’t want her face ending up on the internet for the whole school to see. She wanted to trust me though. She wanted to get to know me. She wanted me.

 

It didn’t take me long to find the bright orange tent and the gorgeous Leah lying with the front half her body outside the flap opening, illuminated by her cell phone. When she heard me approach, she looked frightened at first and then, relieved. “I was starting to worry you wouldn’t show.”

 

Trying to act cool, I said, “You shouldn’t have worried.

 

She smiled and disappeared into the tent. I was confused at first and then, I saw a pair of lacy, pink panties fly out the opening. Is this really happening? I thought as I approached her underwear.

 

I was still out of sight from the flap so lifted them to my nose and inhaled. I wasn’t sure what they would smell like. I was disappointed that they didn’t really smell like anything. I dropped them back on the ground and went inside.

 

“Hi,” she purred.

 

“Hi,” I repeated back at her, awkwardly. So much for acting cool.

 

“Well. . . I showed you mine. . . Aren’t you going to show me yours?”

 

She didn’t have to tell me twice. My teenage hormones were in complete control as I stripped down to my tightie whities. Usually, I didn’t like getting undressed in front of other people in the gym locker room, but I felt safe with Leah.

 

She looked like she approved of what she saw and she went to lift up her sweater. It barely went up a couple inches before she lowered it back down and a devious grin formed on her face.

 

“I have an idea. Hold on.” With that, she turned around and peered into her backpack, giving me a great view of her ass through her short skirt. I swore I could see a panty line when she turned around. She had a long, black piece of cloth and a set of silver handcuffs.

 

She crawled back over to me and leaned forward with her lips puckered. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for my first kiss when I felt her hands on my bare chest. She pushed me down. My eyes shot open and I saw her scurry out of the tent.

 

“Catch me!”

 

I crawled towards the edge of the tent and saw her silhouette disappear behind a tree. I thought about putting my clothes back on, but that would probably upset her. I was scared of being seen, although I did not see anyone else in the park.

 

You only live once, I thought as I took off after her in just my underwear and socks.

 

I didn’t find her; she found me. I was practically exhausted and I didn’t hear her sneak up behind me. She quickly put what I realized was a blindfold over my eyes and whispered into my ear, “Shhhhh. . . Let me take care of you.”

 

She took my hand and led me through the woods. After a while, she stopped and spun me around. “Lie on the ground and put your hands over your head. I want to suck your dick, Matt.”

 

Again, I did just as she said with no hesitation, letting the leaves and grass scratch at my back and legs. I felt her place the cuffs around my wrists and heard them click. I pulled a little on them and felt them securely attached to what I assumed was a tree.

 

I sensed her standing over me and then, I heard it: the sound of dozens of feet walking and kicking through fallen leaves.

 

“Leah? What’s going o-“

 

The blindfold was pulled away and I was staring up at a group of kids from my school. As my eyes scanned each face, I saw guys and girls that hurled insults at me during the day. Some of the guys even physically shoved me around. Then, my eyes rested on him: Tony Miller. He was the worst of them all.

 

“Hey, dork! Did you think you were going to get lucky tonight?”

 

I yelled out, hoping someone nearby might hear and help me. The others looked around nervously, but Tony wasn’t fazed. He nudged the guy next to him and said something in his ear. The guy, John knelt down and pulled my underwear down. I stopped screaming and the group started laughing at me. I went to scream again. John wadded up my briefs and stuck them in my mouth. I gagged as I tasted what was either sweat or piss.

 

“Gross,” said one of the nameless guys. “That had a skidmark on it.”

 

I continued to cough and gag when Leah leaned over me. “This is for checking out my ass non-stop for the past two or three years. You’re such a pervert and I hope this teaches you a lesson.”

 

I finally manage to spit my underwear out of my mouth. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. I swear.”

 

“It’s too late for sorries,” she said. “Someone like you is never going to get someone like me. I mean, look at you and look at me. And clearly, you aren’t packing anything down there either.”

 

“Please,” I cried. “Just let me go.”

 

“Oh, we’re not done with you,” Tony said, as he pulled out his cell phone. Then, they all pulled out their phones and the forest was illuminated by the flashes from their phones. “Now, everyone in the whole school is going to see your tiny dick. Better get used to jacking off because you ain’t ever going to get laid.”

 

I felt teardrops streaming down the side of my head, and then I felt other drops all over my naked body. Confused at first, then I realized: rain. It was then that I heard the clap of thunder overhead. Quickly, the few drops turned into a hard, constant down pouring. My tormentors fled in different directions leaving me all alone. I resumed my screaming, spitting out water every so often. I pulled at handcuffs, but it was no use.

 

It seemed like I was yelling for hours all the while, the storm raged on, drowning me out. I tried climbing up the tree, but the cuffs got in the way when I got to the branches. I finally gave up, laid back down in the mud, turned my head to the side, and, through the rain, saw a figure approaching.

 

“Help me!” I begged. “Please! I need help!” I blinked my eyes, trying desperately to see through the heavy rainfall.

 

Blink. The figure continued passed a tree.

 

Blink. The figure stepped over a log.

 

Blink. The figure was gone.

 

I couldn’t comprehend what my eyes had seen. I started screaming for him or her to come back. I pulled at my shackles, but it was no use. Exhausted, shivering from the cold, I shut my eyes and began to cry again.

 

“What’s the matter, you anorexic fuck? Afraid of a little rain?”

 

I opened my eyes and saw Tony crouching beside me. I kicked at him, but he easily avoided it.

 

“Easy, dweeb. I just came here to keep you company.”

 

“LET ME GO!”

 

“No can do. I don’t have the keys, but I’m sure someone will come along after this storm dies down that can help, you know, in the morning most likely.”

 

“Why are you doing this to me!?” I cried as lightning flashed overhead.

 

“I’m not doing anything to you. I just thought we could talk.”

 

And we did just that or at least, he did. The storm continued and so did his taunts. Finally, when the sun came up, a jogger spotted me and called the police on his cell phone. An officer arrived five minutes later.

 

“Hold on, son. I’ll get you out shortly,” he said, as he put a blanket over my naked body. “These sorts of handcuffs always have the same keys. I have a master set and one of them should pop them open. Then, I’ll take you back to the station and you can tell me who did this to you.”

 

“It was him.” I looked at Tony.

 

“Him, who?” the officer asked, looking in the direction I was.

 

“Don’t you. . .” Tony smiled and it dawned on me that he wasn’t really there. This ‘Tony’ wasn’t the same Tony that tricked me. This one only I could see.

 

“Nevermind. I’m sorry, officer. I’ve had a long night.”

 

He nodded and after several tries, found the right key. With the cuffs off, he had me put my underwear back on. I kept the blanket over me as he took me to his squad car. He said he’d send another unit to the park to look for Leah’s tent and my clothes while he took me to the station. I got in the back and Tony was already inside.

 

“You think if you asked him real nice, he’d stop off for some fast food. You’re skin and bones, Matty. You should really eat something.”

 

 

Chapter Eleven

 

“Put it in your mouth.”

 

Devin knelt beside her and held Trish by her hair. He shoved her face against Grant’s flaccid penis. She used to love to do this, but that was when Grant was alive. It didn’t help that his bowels had released upon his death. The stench of piss, shit, and blood filled the room, but the source was directly underneath him and right below her nose.

 

“DO IT!” Devin yelled, as he took her chin in his hand and pressed her lips to the head of Grant’s penis.

 

Trish silently wished that Grant was a grower and not a shower. She took his soft penis with her hand and guided it into her mouth. She gagged, but not in the usual way. It reminded her of her college days when they had a hot dog blowjob contest at her sorority.

 

Except this hot dog was attached to a dead body.

 

“Suck it good, whore. Maybe rigor mortis will set in and he’ll get a hard-on for you,” Devin said, as he stood up and got behind her. He pulled her thong down and grunted as he attempted to push himself into Trish. There was nothing she could do to find any sort of arousal. Regardless, he managed to get himself deep inside and started painfully thrusting.

 

Please. . . Just kill me, Trish thought as she tried not to throw up.

 

His thrusts intensified. She was bone dry, but he didn’t seem to notice or if he noticed, he didn’t care. He moaned. Trish cried.

 

“Quit your cryin’, girlie,” he said, slapping her ass between thrusts. “It’s downright shameful. I thought you wanted to have some fun!”

 

She couldn’t stop herself. The pain between her legs, the rancid smell of feces, and the limp and lifeless penis between her lips created a perfect storm of tears. She tried to block it all out. She had heard about how some rape victims were able to mentally take themselves some place while they were being violated. She tried to think about something else, somewhere else.

 

She didn’t think it was working, and then, suddenly, it must have. She was no longer lying down on a cold corpse, but on the hot sands of a beach in Hawaii where she and Terry had vacationed several years ago. The smell of the ocean air had replaced the foul smell of shit. The sounds of grunts and moans had changed into the sounds of crashing waves.

 

She looked over and saw Terry passed out on a blanket next to her. Despite the little bit of drool coming out the side of his mouth, he looked good. This was how she remembered him before his promotion. He still had a full head of hair and she couldn’t see any grays. He seemed so stress-free, even though they could barely afford this trip. Trish reached and poked his slight paunch of a belly.

 

“Hey! I’m awake! I’m awake. I swear I didn’t fall asleep.”

 

“Sure. You didn’t,” Trish teased.

 

“Okay, I fell asleep,” Terry said, coming clean. “That time change is really kicking my ass. I’m sorry. Were you saying something?”

 

“No. I just wanted to tell you that I love you.”

 

“You woke me up just to tell me that? I’m going back to sleep,” he joked.

 

“No, you jerk! I had something else to say to you.”

 

“Is it related to how buff and handsome I look in my new swim trunks?”

 

“No. I mean, you do, but that’s not it. Be serious, Terry. Please.”

 

His smile went away. “Sure, Trish. Sorry. What is it?”

 

“Terry, promise me that what we have together won’t change. Promise me that you’ll say no to a high-paying promotion with long hours. I need you, Terry. I don’t care about having a big house or lots of fancy things. I just want you.”

 

He looked confused. “But Trish, Mr. Hayes is retiring soon and he said he wants me to take over his position in the company. I know I might have to work a little bit more, but the pay is-“

 

“No,” Trish said as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Please, Terry. It’s not worth it. We don’t need all that money. Promise me.”

 

He reached over and wiped the tears from her eyes. “You mean more to me than some stupid promotion. I just want you to be happy and if that’s what it takes, then I prom-“

 

The hammer slammed down on the back of Trish’s head. Her jaws clamped shut, tearing through flesh and muscle, filling her mouth with an orgasm of blood. Devin threw her off the sofa onto her back. A trail of semen leaked out her vagina.

 

The pain in the back of her head was excruciating, but Trish was more concerned about her throat. The lubricated, severed penis had slid down her trachea. She gagged and choked. She clawed at her neck, leaving bloody scratch marks. She felt woozy, unsure if it was because of the lack of oxygen or her head wound. Her vision blurred as Devin crouched over her body.

 

“Girl can’t even deep throat. Shameful.”

 

 

Chapter Twelve

 

Her eyes bulged as my hands tightened around her throat. She dug her fingernails into my wrists. I felt nothing even after I saw the blood dripping onto the sheet of my bed.

 

“I didn’t think you had it in you, Fatty Matty.”

 

I looked over at Tony and screamed, “Shut up! Don’t call me that!”

 

“I don’t understand why you are even using those chubby hands. Just smother her with that belly.”

 

“SHUT UP! You’re not real. You’re not real!” I yelled, as Nikki clawed and slapped at my face.

 

“You’re a real piece of work, fat fuck. You finally get a girl in bed, you get to play with her titties, and now, you’re trying to kill her? And why? All because of what we did to you a few years ago?”

 

He was right. What was I doing?

 

I let go of Nikki and climbed off her. She gasped and started coughing. I got off the bed to give her some space. Tony hopped up on the bed next to her and rested his hands behind his head.

 

“You better apologize, tubby. Best you can hope for now is a handjob.”

 

“I’m sorry, Nikki. . . I don’t know what came over me.”

 

She coughed some more and then, finally said, “You’re sorry? You’re sorry!?”

 

“Oh, boy. She seems pissed, Matty. Maybe apologizing isn’t going to cut it. Maybe you should take her out to dinner. You know, somewhere fancy with numbered value meals. You order numbers one through nine and she can have a number ten.”

 

Ignore him.

 

I cautiously approached Nikki, but she scrambled off the bed, putting it, and Tony, between us. She reached into her front jean pocket and pulled out a switchblade. She looked around for a way out, but her back was against the wall and the doorway was behind me.

 

“Stay the hell away from me,” she threatened as she pointed the tip at me.

 

Tony looked up at his reflection in the trembling blade and smoothed his perfect hair. “If you whip out a fork, I’ll know it was meant to be.”

 

“Look,” I said as calmly as I could. “I didn’t mean to do that. Just put down the knife and let me explain.”

 

“No! You listen to me. You’re going to get out of my way. I’m leaving.”

 

Tony stopped admiring himself and looked up at me. “You know, if she leaves here, she’ll go to the cops, right? How do you think this will look to them?”

 

“Shut up!” I yelled at Tony.

 

Nikki thrust the knife at me. “No. You shut up. I’m leaving, you fat fuck!”

 

I stood silently in shock. Tony laughed. “Aww, that’s so cute. She used my pet name for you. A woman after my own heart.”

 

Before I knew what was happening, I rushed to the edge of the bed, grabbed the side of the bed frame, lifted it up, and slammed Tony and Nikki against the wall. Nikki screamed out as her body struck the wall. I pressed my stomach against the bottom and held it in place. I looked up and realized my face was only a few inches from hers, but she posed no risk since her arms were pinned between the wall and the queen-size mattress.

 

Tony, however, was not. I felt him behind me with his mouth next to my ear. “Now’s your chance. You can have your first kiss. She’s helpless.”

 

I didn’t say anything. I stared at Nikki as she continued to struggle. I shook my head.

 

“I know it seems wrong, Matt, but look at what she’s put you through. One tiny kiss is the least she could give you for all the pain she caused. She’s a guest in your house. You’re in charge.”

 

He’s right. I’m in charge.

 

I leaned in and planted one on her. Within seconds, I felt her teeth bite down on my bottom lip. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. Nikki shook her head like a dog with a chew toy until my lower lip tore from my face.

 

I screamed out, stumbling backward. Tony pointed and yelled, “The bed!”

 

Nikki managed to push the mattress away from the wall, but not far enough. I slammed my body against the frame again, smashing her head against the wall. I held it there, trying to decide what to do. Nikki stared at me, her face full of rage, and then, spit the bloody piece of flesh at me.

 

I wiped my face against the shoulder of my T-shirt. The exposed flesh where my lip had been rubbed against the fabric sending screaming waves of pain to my head. I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, but I held onto the bed frame.

 

“Are you going to take that, Matty?” Tony asked in my ear as Nikki stared. She gave me that perfect smile, letting me see the blood on her formerly white teeth. “She deserves to be taught a lesson for what she did to you.”

 

He’s right. I was nothing but nice to this bitch and look what she did to me.

 

“Exactly. You know what they say; an eye for an eye, a lip for a lip.”

 

I smiled back at Nikki. She looked horrified. I could only imagine what my face looked like. I dove at her teeth first and latched onto her cheek. I was aiming for her lips, but she turned her head at the last second. I didn’t care. I chomped down as hard as I could, pretending it was a very rare steak. She screamed as the skin peeled away. I let the strip of flesh hit the floor and I went back for seconds. This time my extra large mouth managed to get both sets of her lips. Bull’s eye, I thought as I ripped them off her face and spit them out onto the floor.

 

“Keep going, Matty! Make her pay. Keep going and super-size your meal.”

 

And I did just that. I couldn’t stop. My teeth tore chunk after chunk while Tony cheered on the sidelines. I must have blacked out, losing track of time. When I finally regained my sense of awareness, I looked at what was left of Nikki. She wouldn’t ever be able to hide that perfect smile because there was simply nothing to cover it with.

 

Her perfect features were gone, as was much of her skin and the muscles of her face. Patches of bloody bone could be seen where I had taken out large hunks of meat. I must have torn off both ears and her nose. If it weren’t for her teeth and glazed over eyes, you would have never known this was a human head.

 

When it dawned on me what I had done, I backed away from the bed. It and Nikki’s limp body fell forward. The frame crashed down on the floor. Nikki’s body lay lifeless, thankfully facing down with her hair covering most of the damage. The sheets were soaked in blood and gore. Pounds of flesh littered the carpet.

 

Tony laughed. “This is a little worse than a spilled soda. I think your parents will notice.”

 

I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My body still didn’t fit the frame, but that’s not what caught my attention. My clothes literally dripped with blood. I leaned forward and examined my ruined face. Before all this, I never would have said I had the looks of a leading man of Hollywood. Now, I looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

 

I continued to stare, not believing what I was seeing until the sound of footsteps broke my concentration. I looked over at Tony, but he was sitting on the blood-spattered mattress. He shrugged his shoulders. It was then that I realized the sound was coming up the stairs.

 

My parents, I thought. How do I explain this?

 

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

I stared down at the woman as the life left her eyes. Such a waste, I thought as I tucked my penis back into my pants. I guess my sort of lifestyle doesn’t really jive well with having a long term relationship.

 

The sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen grabbed my attention. I gripped my hammer tight and waited to see who came through the door. It could have been a neighbor or maybe the police if I somehow missed a silent alarm. The door swung open and a familiar face stepped forward.

 

“Aww, shit, Devin! Seriously? This is one of the reasons why I didn’t want to work with you.”

 

My sister, Nikki walked over to the body on the floor and then, noticed the body on the couch. She stormed off and vanished back into the kitchen. Shit. I chased after her.

 

“Nikki, please! It just sort of happened.”

 

She stopped and spun around in front of the refrigerator. “When I agreed to work with you, I didn’t think it would be like this. I’m not. . . into all that.”

 

I reached out to take her hand, but she moved back. Then, I felt stupid when I saw the blood on my palm. I loved my sister with all my heart, but I had these urges. I couldn’t control myself sometimes. She couldn’t accept who I was.

 

“I’m sorry, Nikki but you told me no one was going to be home,” I explained, finally standing my ground. “That’s your fault.”

 

“My fault? It’s my fault there are two dead bodies in the other room and one is missing his dick!”

 

“Yes, it’s your fault. You’re supposed to be the one ‘researching’ these locations. I’m the one that does all the dirty work. It’s just that this time. . . I got dirtier than usual.”

 

Nikki stared me down, but I wasn’t flinching this time. I’m the older brother. I’m the one that mom told her to listen to before she died; Not that she ever listened to mom. She wasn’t going to win this argument.

 

“Fine, Devin. Fine. You know what? Let’s get whatever valuables we can find and get out of here. You know the police will be putting all their manpower into finding whoever did this. If it were just a simple burglary, they’d barely bat an eye. It looks like you left plenty of DNA for them to go off of too.”

 

I shook my head. “Not after I torch the place. I always have a plan, sis. It’s shameful for you to think I wouldn’t.”

 

“Fine. Burn this fucker down, but next time, things are going to be different. I’ve been scouting a place for a while. It’s in the middle of nowhere, the guy owns a bunch of factories, and the family always goes out for hours Saturday afternoon.”

 

“As long as no one is home, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

 

“No. I told you, Devin: things are going to be different. I’m going to be the one to go in.”

 

“Then, what am I going to do?”

 

“It’s, as you would say, shameful for you to think I don’t have a plan. We’ll both go to the location as usual, but instead of me being the lookout. You’ll be doing that. I’ll call you when I need your help with the loot. If I don’t call you in like thirty minutes after I go in, then you can use your big macho hammer and come rescue me. Deal?”

 

I didn’t like it. My baby sister could be walking into all sorts of dangerous situations, but I also knew that she knew how to handle herself. She was tough. It ran in the family. And as pissed as she was, I didn’t have much of a choice but to trust her.

 

“Deal.”

 

 

Chapter Fourteen

 

A man appeared in the doorway. He wore camo head-to-toe, which was a lot of camo because this guy was huge. It was then that I noticed the giant hammer in his right hand. I didn’t know what he wanted, but it couldn’t be good.

 

“Where’s Nikki?”

 

I realized that even with his great height, he still couldn’t see behind my fat frame. I thought about trying to lie to him, but with my clothes, skin, and hair drenched in blood, I didn’t think he’d believe whatever I told him. I quickly turned and ran around the bed, putting it between us.

 

“Nikki!” he yelled, as he rushed over to her face-down body. The man put his weapon on the bloody mattress and knelt down. He cautiously brushed the hair away from her face and when he lifted her head, he gasped and fell backward. Tony appeared behind him.

 

“Oh, shit, Fatty Matty. I think you’re in serious trouble.”

 

If the man hadn’t fallen in front of the door, I would have made a break for it. He didn’t seem to be even paying attention to me anymore. He looked to be in shock so I knew I had to act fast. I considered going for the window, but I’d have to crawl on top of the bed and it was difficult to open. Not to mention the second story drop. I looked for other options and that’s when I saw Nikki’s switchblade on the carpet by my foot. I checked to make sure he was still on the ground. I crouched down hoping the man wouldn’t notice, grabbed the knife, and when I stood up, he was also standing.

 

“You killed her,” he said, as he picked his hammer back up.

 

“Here we go!” Tony clapped with excitement. “It’s about to go down.”

 

I held up my hands. “No, no, no! She attacked me and-“I realized he was staring at the knife in my hand. Shit.

 

I ran for it, but in two big strides, he was on me. I slashed at him and he easily grabbed my wrist. He slammed it down my dresser, but I didn’t let go of it. It was my only weapon, my only hope. He lifted my arm up and slammed it down again. Somehow I managed to hold on. Then, he held my wrist down with his left hand and raised the hammer over his head. He smiled as he brought the hammer down. But instead of hitting my hand, he struck the blade. Releasing his grip, I fell backward. He ignored me and stared at the switchblade. Then, he smashed his hammer into it over and over again, sending wooden shrapnel in every direction. I covered my face and eyes with my hands, and when I finally thought it was safe, I peeked between my fat fingers. He just stood there, admiring what he had done to the bent and broken blade in his hand.

 

Suddenly, he threw the knife to the side and rushed at me. I covered myself, preparing for the worst, but he just stopped and crouched down in front of me. “This scar,” he pointed to his forehead. “That knife did that. SHE did that. All my life, I protected her. I guess you could say I was the typical big brother in that sense, but I knew something about me was different. I made the mistake of telling a school counselor about my unique urges and she suggested that I join the Army. It would let me act on those urges and hopefully, straighten me out. I gave Nikki that very knife for protection and left the next day to fight for Uncle Sam. When I came back, I had learned that that knife was useless when she was attacked by a group of five men. They gang raped her and left her for dead. She survived and when I came back, I didn’t get a hero’s welcome and it wasn’t a warm embrace I received upon my arrival. It was this scar. She blamed me. The family blamed me. I blamed me. From then on, I swore to her and everybody else that I’d never let anything happen to her ever again, but at the same time, I knew that something inside of her had changed. She wasn’t the same defenseless, little girl I had left. There was something dark hiding within her that had come out. I saw the darkness in myself reflected in her.”

 

He stood up and walked over to Nikki’s corpse. Then, he raised his hammer high and brought it down over and over again on the back of her head. Her skull collapsed inward with each blow and instead of wood fragments coming my way, I had blood, bone, and brain matter. I looked away again. When I looked back, there was nothing left but a neck stump and a pile of gore. Even Tony looked speechless.

 

“Before our mom died, she made me promise that I’d protect her for the rest of my life, no matter what. I could never break that promise, even though I wanted to so bad. She treated me like shit. She didn’t understand my urges. Now, because of you, I’m free. I don’t have to do these silly burglaries anymore. I can be exactly the kind of person I always wanted to be. No more holding back. The leash is off.”

 

He turned and stared at me. “Thank you.”

 

“You’re. . . welcome,” I barely managed to spit out.

 

“It’s a shame I still have to kill you.”

 

My heart stopped, my lungs emptied, Tony laughed. I thought I was free. I thought I had done this great thing for him and he was going to go on his merry way.

 

“It’s nothing personal, but if I’ve learned one thing from my sister, it’s how to avoid getting caught and with that, eliminating loose ends. YOU are a loose end.”

 

He walked over to me and I burst into tears. It wasn’t fair.

 

“I’m sorry, kid. It has to be this way. Just put your head down and I promise I’ll do this as quickly as possible.”

 

I lowered my head and I felt the top of the hammer pressed against it. This is it. I looked over and saw Tony. He was grinning ear-to-ear.

 

“Any last requests? You’ve earned it, kid.”

 

I couldn’t think of anything and then, I saw my closet. “Yeah. . . I have one. My grandfather was in the military. Before he died, he gave me the medals he earned in combat. I always kept them in that closet because I was ashamed that I wasn’t the man my grandfather had hoped I’d become. I was hoping you’d let me wear them when. . . when you kill me. Maybe that way I’ll die as a man somewhat. I don’t know. I guess it sounds stupid when you say it out loud.”

 

I sat there, waiting. Finally, I felt the hammer come away from the back of my head. “No. It’s not stupid,” he said. “Go get them.”

 

I looked up at him and nodded. I slowly rose and walked to the closet. Tony gave me a weird look. “You never met your grandfather. What are you up to? What do you have in that closet anyway?”

 

I opened the closet door and reached inside. When I found what I was searching for, I grabbed it and pulled it out. I turned back to the man and his eyes went wide. I raised the LAR-47 assault rifle to my shoulder and pulled the trigger. Bullets burst forth, throwing me back into the closet. I had never shot the thing before and wasn’t expecting that. Despite my inexperience, I couldn’t miss at this distance. As I continued firing until the magazine was empty, the man’s body danced with each hit until he finally fell onto the bed, next to Nikki.

 

I looked over at the inside of the closet door. There I had pages of my yearbook tacked. There were red circles around pictures and names; people like Leah, John, Tony, and all the others. There was a map of the school normally reserved for marking fire exits. This version marked where each student would be during second hour.

 

“You were going to kill me,” Tony said, as he stood in front of the carnage. Somehow my subconscious version of him was as oblivious to my plans as the real one. “You were going to kill all of us.”

 

“Monday,” I said, out of breath. “Monday, it would have been all over.”

 

Tony stood there in shock and slowly, a smile crept up on his face. “But not anymore.”

 

“What?” I didn’t understand.

 

“Don’t you see, fat fuck? It’s over. There won’t be any class for you on Monday. Even if you somehow managed to clean all this up and hide it from your parents, your messed up face will give you away.” He laughed. “Do you get it now? I win. I WIN!”

 

I threw the now useless gun down and reach behind me. I grabbed the Mossberg 500 shotgun. I aimed and emptied it at Tony. Every bullet just went right through him while he pointed and laughed me. I tossed it aside and grabbed one of my handguns. I took aim but realized it was useless.

 

I had been planning my revenge for a while. I managed to sneak the guns out of my uncle’s house. He had quite the collection and would have never noticed them missing. All the ammunition came from different locations. I had been slowly stockpiling it.

 

Tony walked over to me and knelt down. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking you could kill your parents and then, nothing will stop you until Monday. Wrong. You’re not that far out in the boonies. You don’t think your neighbors heard all that shooting? Hell, you probably gave Mr. Myers a heart attack. The police will be here soon, fat fuck. It’s over.”

 

Ignore him. You can fix this. You can run away and hide until Monday.

 

I crawled forward, still with the gun in my hand. I didn’t want to see the mutilated corpses on my bed. Tony appeared next to me, yelling in my ear. “You can’t run, Fatty Matty. When the police show up, they’ll see your plans. They’ll search everywhere. The school will be closed until you’re found. It’s over!”

 

I stopped crawling. Now, Tony was directly in front of me. “You know I’m right. And guess what? When the police arrest you, you’ll be put away forever. Think about it. No more porn. No more fast food. Just a small, gray cell. Just you and me for the rest of your life.”

 

“No.”

 

“Yes,” Tony said in my right ear. I looked over and he was there, but he was also in front of me. He had never appeared to me before in multiple versions of himself.

 

“You know what you have to do,” a new Tony on my left said. “You need to finally end it.”

 

“No.”

 

“You don’t want to share a cell with me, do you?” asked the Tony in front of me. “Just do it. There are no other options.”

 

“Kill yourself,” the two Tonys on either side of me said in unison.

 

“No.”

 

The Tony in front said, “I can hear the sirens in the distance. You need to act quickly.”

 

“Kill yourself,” they yelled.

 

“I can’t do it.”

 

“Yes, you can. Just put the barrel of that gun in your mouth and pull the trigger.”

 

“Kill yourself!”

 

“Please, just leave me alone. I can’t think.”

 

“They’ll be pulling up soon. They’ll surround the house. There will be nowhere you can go. You have to do this now!”

 

“Kill yourself!”

 

I sat down and slowly raised the gun to my mouth. I closed my eyes and put the barrel in my mouth.

 

“It’ll be over in an instant. Just pull the trigger and all the pain will go away.”

 

“Kill yourself!”

 

My finger found the trigger.

 

“I won.”

 

I pulled it.