by Crane, M. L.
“But then I went off my rocker, totally bonkers,” Alice joked.
“Um, yeah.” Nurse Allen said. She looked away from Alice and went quiet. Alice began feeling uncomfortable.
“Brrr. It’s getting cold out here,” Alice said, trying to break the awkward silence.
“Brrr. Yeah, it is. Okay, enough of this sappy shit. I better get you back inside before Janet calls the Army. We’ll go warm up with a cup of tea, and then I’ll deliver you back to Dr. Pelletier,” Nurse Allen said, grateful for the change of subject. She jumped up and dusted herself off and began wheeling Alice back towards the building.
“Sounds good to me, sis.” Alice smiled.
~~~~~
After Alice and Nurse Allen had finished their tea, Nurse Allen brought Alice back to the meeting room where Dr. Pelletier had been patiently waiting for them.
“Sorry we’re late,” Nurse Allen said, “but we had a lot of catching up to do.” She wheeled Alice into the room and parked her chair in front of the table and locked the wheels in place.
“I’ll see ya later, okay?” Nurse Allen said to Alice and kissed her on the top of her head before leaving.
Alice waved goodbye to her sister and turned to face Dr. Pelletier, feeling better than she had in days.
Dr. Pelletier said, “I see things are going well between the two of you?”
Alice nodded. “I really am sorry that we’re so late. It’s just that we got to talking and completely lost track of time. She was telling me about how once when she was thirteen…”
Dr. Pelletier held up a hand to stop her, his eyes unable to meet hers. He had a look of sadness and guilt on his face. “It’s fine.”
“Dr. Pelletier, what’s wrong? Are you mad at us for being late?”
“No, dear. I’m not mad. I am just dreading what’s to come. The next memory that I want you to dig up may be rather painful. But I need you to be incredibly brave. Do you think you can do that?”
Alice nodded her head, feeling very confident.
“Good. Good girl. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“All right Alice. I want you to close your eyes, take slow deep breaths, and relax. I need you to think back to the last day that you saw the Tweedie brothers.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Alice, age 16
“Fine, let’s just get this over with. But I don’t want to do it on the bridge. Let’s go in there so no one can see us,” Alice said, pointing into the trees.
Dean Tweedie moved over and said, “Lead the way, sweet cheeks.”
As Alice led the brothers into the wood, she could hear them following close behind her, making lewd comments about her body and what they planned on doing to her. They started fighting over who got to do what, and who was going first. They sounded like bratty children fighting over a toy. They disgusted her.
Alice was sick and tired of their stench. She was sick and tired of their filthy obese bodies grinding up against hers. And she was sick and tired of doing the putrid, painful things that they would make her do. No more.
Suddenly, Alice began feeling that strange dizziness she had felt before. She had experienced this sensation numerous times throughout her life, but it was getting stronger and had begun happening more frequently. It used to frighten Alice, but she eventually found pleasure in it. It allowed her to step outside of herself and escape horrific situations. She felt a connection to these episodes and looked forward to them. It was as though a long lost friend had come to visit her.
“Hey! How much farther are you gonna take us, sweet cheeks! We can’t even see the damn footbridge anymore. I think this is far enough,” Dean demanded.
Alice grinned. She turned around and faced Dean, looking at him seductively and said, “Why the rush? What I plan on doing to the two of you is going to require utmost privacy. I wouldn’t want anyone hearing you scream.” Her voice sounded sultry and smooth, like a cat’s content purr.
Dom grabbed himself and moaned. “Mm. If you keep talking like that and I might be finished before we even get started.”
Alice faced forward now grinning wider than ever and whispered, “I’m counting on it.”
After several minutes, the brothers had begun to lose their patience. “All right, enough with this bullshit! Now you’re just stalling, and you’re really starting to piss me off! Where the hell are you taking us?” Dean growled.
“Oh, just a little place that I like to call, The Play House. We’re nearly there.”
“Yeah, we’d better be. I’m about ready to bend you over the next tree stump we come across and get this over with,” Dom grumbled.
Within moments, the trees opened up into a clearing and revealed a small, one-story abandoned house. The covered porch had completely collapsed in on one side, and all of the windows were broken out. The wood siding had turned black with decades of rot, and weeds had begun to consume it on all sides.
“Uh uh. If you think I’m going in there, then you’re a fucking crazy bitch,” said Dom, backing away slowly.
Alice walked over to Dom, swaying her hips. “Awe, are you scared? Don’t you want to play with me? I promise this won’t be something you’ll soon forget. I’ve been planning this for a very, very long time. I’ve been disappearing out here for weeks, making sure that everything was just perfect,” Alice purred. She ran her hand down the front of Dom’s chest and then cupped his manhood in her palm, making him sigh with pleasure.
As if in a zombie-like trance, the brothers followed Alice into the dilapidated structure.
The inside of the small house did not look any better than the outside. It was eerily still fully furnished; abandoned and forgotten long ago. The upholstery on the furniture and the fabric on the curtains had been gnawed away by rodents. Broken picture frames lay strewn about the floor. The photographs within them had distorted and become indistinguishable from years of water damage. Moss had grown across the wooden floors, creating nature’s carpet.
Alice spread her arms wide as though she were showing off a grand mansion. “Welcome to The Play House!” she exclaimed.
“Whatever. Quit wasting our time little girl. My nuts feel like they’re gonna explode if they ain’t taken care of soon,” said Dom.
“Oh, trust me. Your nuts are in good hands,” said Alice, grinning widely from ear to ear. The tone of her voice made Dom feel strangely uncomfortable.
Alice slunk towards Dean, her eyes locked onto him, her grin unfaltering. She ran the back of her hand down the side of her face and purred. “I know you boys normally like playing with me at the same time, but I have a special treat for each of you that requires some one-on-one. Would it be too much to ask to separate the two of you?”
“Fine by me,” said Dean, “as long as I get to go first.”
“No, I go first! My balls are on fire!”
“I get to go first because I’m older!”
“Grow up, asshole! You’re only older by two minutes!”
“Screw you!”
“BOYS!” Alice shouted, interrupted their ridiculous argument. “This is my game, my Play House, and I get to decide who goes first. Dom, you’ll go first.”
“HA!” Dom exclaimed childishly, pointing his finger in his brother’s face.
“Dom, you wait right here while I make Dean a bit more comfortable.”
Alice escorted Dean into an adjacent room, pulling him by the waistband of his jeans.
It was a small bedroom that contained nothing more than a bed and a nightstand. On the bed was a filthy, stain covered mattress, void of any sheets or pillows. The bed frame was comprised of metal, complete with headboard and footboard. Attached to the headboard and footboard were leather straps.
“Ooooh!” Dean rubbed his hands together excitedly. “You dirty, kinky little thing.”
Dean stripped down and laid out on the bed, allowing Alice to tie him up.
When Alice had finished restraining Dean, she ran her nails dow
n the length of his body, causing him to become aroused.
Alice leaned in close to Dean, licking his earlobe and whispered, “You wait right here. I’ll leave the door open, so you can hear your brother scream. I think you’re going to love this.” She marched out of the room, leaving Dean wanting more.
When Alice came out, Dom was still standing where she had left him, waiting. Without a word, she took him by the hand and pulled him towards the kitchen. What he saw made him feel a bit apprehensive.
The kitchen was a cesspool of bacteria and mold. The sink was overflowing with dirty dishes that had been sitting in stagnant water for decades, creating a deadly brew. Animal feces littered the floor and countertops. Cupboard doors hung open on broken hinges. And a graveyard of dead flies covered every surface.
In the center of the kitchen was a large wooden table. At one end of the table on the bottom of both legs, were two leather straps. Screwed to the center of the table were two more leather straps.
“Uh uh, no way. I’m not into this kinda shit. Dean might like this freaky crap, but not me,” Dom said, backing away from Alice.
Alice growled deep in her throat. “Come on now, don’t be such a scaredy-cat. Don’t you trust me? Your brother is in the other room, tied down to the bed because he trusts me. Come on, let me play with you.”
Dom sighed, staring at the table. “All right, fine. But you better promise me that if this shit gets too weird for me, you’re gonna end it.”
Alice giggled. “Oh, I promise. I’ll make sure to end it real quick.”
Reluctantly, Dom removed all of his clothes and stood in front of the table, allowing Alice to strap him in. She secured his ankles to the straps that were attached to the table legs. Then, she made him bend over, laying flat on his stomach with his arms above his head and secured his wrists with the straps on the center of the table.
Alice went to Dom’s clothes that were crumpled on the floor and began rummaging through his pockets. She found the snot filled bandana that he always kept in the back pocket of his jeans and took it.
“W-what are you doing? Oh, man. I don’t know about this. I think I’ve changed my mind, Alice.” Dom was beginning to panic. His voice quivered, and his breath quickened.
“Oh!” Alice exclaimed, “I almost forgot!” She leaned in close and whispered in Dom’s ear, “My name isn’t Alice, it’s Chelsea. And you should never follow strangers into the woods.”
Dom’s eyes grew wide with horror. When he opened his mouth to protest, Alice shoved the filthy bandana in, muffling his screams. He tried to struggle against the restraints but was unsuccessful at breaking free.
“Hey, what’s taking so long! Hurry up, would ya! It’s my turn!” Dean hollered from the bedroom.
“Relax! It’ll be your turn soon enough!” Alice hollered back.
Alice pulled open one of the kitchen drawers and tossed items around until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a pair of rusty metal scissors and turned them in her hands, examining the blades closely.
Alice leaped up onto the table with the speed and grace of a cat and laid on top of Dom. She gently ran the tip of the scissors down the side of his face and chuckled at the sight of him squirm.
“Do you know what a female pig is called? She’s called a sow. Do you know what a male pig is called? He’s called a boar.”
Dom’s eyes were squeezed shut, tears running down his face, his body trembling.
“Do you know what pig farmers do to their boars when they no longer want their sows to get pregnant?”
Dom’s eyes flew open. He shook his head wildly, trying desperately to scream for mercy through the bandana.
“That’s right. They castrate them.”
Alice jumped down from the table and stared into Dom’s pleading eyes, grinning maniacally.
Alice stood behind Dom and squatted down so that she could be eye-level with her target. She opened the rusty scissors and carefully teased his soft flesh with the blades. His scrotum tightened, reacting to the cold metal. Dom began sobbing.
“I won’t let you fill Alice with your contaminated pig juice any longer. If you were to impregnate her, I could only imagine what her offspring would look like.”
Then, with one quick snap of the blades, Alice had cut open Dom’s scrotum. His entire body went ridged as he screamed out in agony. Then he began bucking wildly, trying with one last effort to free himself. Alice continued cutting, opening his scrotum wider, exposing his testicles. She reached in and cut them out.
Alice stood, holding both of Dom’s testicles in on of her hands. She walked over to the side of the table and placed his testicles in front of his face so that he could see them.
Dom was making gurgling sounds as he began to vomit. With the vomit unable to exit his mouth, some of it came shooting out of his nose. Alice watched with pleasure as Dom choked on his own stomach contents. In a matter of minutes, he went silent.
“Oops,” Alice giggled. “Well, I did promise him that if it were too much, I’d end it. Meh. Close enough.”
“Hey! What’s going on in there? Hey sweet cheeks, what the hell are ya doing to my brother? Are you two done yet, or what?” Dean shouted, growing increasingly annoyed.
“Oh, he is most definitely done. I hope you’re ready because you’re next.” Alice shouted back.
“Hey Dom, what’d she do to ya? Did she fuck ya real good?” Dean shouted, cackled obnoxiously.
Alice, still grinning, hid the pair of scissors behind her back and stalked towards the bedroom. She stood in the doorway and sized up her next victim.
“It’s about God-damned time! Get your sexy little ass over here. I want my whole dick swallowed, right now.”
“Mm. That can be arranged,” Alice said mischievously.
Alice held the scissors out in front of her and shuffled towards Dean. She moved slowly, allowing him to look her over and take a moment to process what was about to happen. She opened and closed the scissors, snipping at the air. There was a high-pitched metallic sound as the blades rubbed together. Dean’s eyes grew wide with fear when he saw that her hands were covered in Dom’s blood.
“What the fu…what the fuck?! What the fuck did you do?! What did you do to my brother?! DOM! DOM!” Dean screamed hysterically, struggling against the restraints.
“Ugh, come on. Not you too. Struggle all you like, but you can’t get out of those straps,” Alice growled.
Alice ran the scissors up and down Dean’s legs, playfully snipping at his hair and giggling every time he flinched.
“Untie me right now, you crazy bitch! You better pray that my brother is all right because if he’s not, I’m gonna kill you! DOM! DOM!”
Alice rolled her eyes and sighed. “It’s really not necessary for you to keep screaming like that. Dom isn’t going to answer you. Our game was a little more than he could handle. It left him feeling…a little choked up.” She threw her head back and laughed hysterically at her own joke.
“Oh my God. You killed him, didn’t you? You killed my brother. You crazy fucking whore! I’m gonna kill you! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”
“Oh, I don’t think so. You won’t have the chance.”
“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! You’re gonna kill me too, aren’t you? No! Please don’t kill me. Oh my God, please don’t kill me! I won’t touch you anymore! I promise!” Dean began bawling uncontrollably, pitifully begging for his life.
“I know. I’m going to make certain of that.”
Alice poked Dean’s penis playfully with the pair of scissors, making him scream with every stab. She flipped it back and forth, examining it as though it were a strange foreign object.
Then, Alice grasped Dean’s penis firmly in one hand and pulled it tight. With the other hand, she opened the scissors wide and held them at the base of his shaft. She looked up and met his terrified gaze and grinned, relishing in the moment.
“This is so you can never force your filthy tool down Alice’s throat, ever ag
ain.” And then, Alice began to cut.
Dean screamed out in blood-curdling agony as his body convulsed in pain. Alice snipped and snipped, hacking away with the scissors until finally, she had cut his penis clean off.
“Phew! That was a bit tougher than I thought it was going to be,” Alice said, swiping the back of her hand across her forehead and smearing Dean’s blood across her face.
Alice growled when she realized that Dean was about to pass out. She threw the scissors onto the floor with a loud clang. She slapped Dean repeatedly in the face, snapping him out of his daze.
“Wake up! We are not finished.” Alice grabbed Dean’s face, squishing his fat cheeks, and stared into his glassy eyes. “You said you wanted your whole dick swallowed, didn’t you?”
Alice forced Dean’s mouth open and shoved his own penis down his throat. He shook his head, gagging and choking, trying to fight her off. But the harder he fought, the deeper his penis went down his throat.
When Alice felt satisfied that Dean couldn’t spit his penis out, she climbed on top of him and sat on his chest. She watched him as though she were watching her favorite television sitcom. It didn’t take long for his body to go limp, and the struggle was over.
“That was a very fun game,” Alice said.
Alice yawned and stretched. She got off of Dean’s chest and curled up on the bed next to him, like a content house cat. She closed her eyes and fell fast asleep. And all the while, she was still grinning.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Alice was hunched over, hugging a trash can while she vomited loudly into it. The memory of that day with the Tweedie brothers had been more than she could handle. Dr. Pelletier rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.
After Alice had finished wrenching, she remained huddled over for a moment to catch her breath. She had been hyperventilating and was slowly regaining her composure.
Alice closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She listened to the soothing sound of the rain pattering against the windows. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d heard the rain. Perhaps it hadn’t rained since she’d been in the institute. Or perhaps she just hadn’t allowed it to rain in her imaginary world.
