by West, Sam
To her cold vagina.
He stared at her cunt, long forgotten memories stirring within him. He actually remembered this particular cunt, probably because it was one of the first ones he had ever seen close-up and on a regular basis. He cast his mind back and pictured Jean as she had been seventeen years ago – a vibrant, sexy, skinny girl of sixteen.
Amazingly, his erection was coming back. Thank God that one bit of her was still sexy and had remained exactly the same. With one hand parting the lips of her pretty little pussy, and the other wrapped around his cock, he tried to stuff himself inside her dry passage.
But she was too damn dry. He spat on his hand. Better; he was easing in. She wasn’t quite as dry now, and she was as tight as fuck. It didn’t feel bad. No, it didn’t feel bad at all.
Most cunts he had ever had the pleasure of being inside were wet and red-hot, but this one was resolutely dry and lukewarm…
But by no means unpleasant.
Craig closed his eyes, he was building up a nice rhythm, getting into the swing of it. He kept his eyes tightly closed and humped away on top of her. Craig was nothing if not determined. He was a trier, and he was not going to be defeated by some fucking woman. He continued with the job at hand, blocking out everyone and everything.
Oh yeah, I’m fucking getting there.
The beginnings of an orgasm clenched in his lower stomach and tightened in his balls.
Not long now…
With a grunt of pleasure, he thrust out his orgasm. He came in satisfactory, hard jets, filling up the dead woman’s cunt with his come. When he was done, he went slack on top of her and for a blissful moment his mind – and his balls – were empty.
The sound of Kevin’s voice brought him crashing back to reality.
“I truly can’t believe you fucking came. You’re a fucking animal.”
“Thank you,” Craig replied.
He might’ve sounded like his usual, cocky self, but the fear was back tenfold. He looked over at Wayne with his heart in his mouth. His stomach twisted into knots as he regarded his old best friend – his old partner in crime. He was sitting there forlornly, staring down at the hammer. Ever so slowly, Wayne got up.
Craig scrambled to his feet, edging backwards.
“Where you going, Craig?” Kevin called over. “If you don’t do it, you’re going to get shot. You never know, Wayne might spare you.”
“Kevin, for God’s sake, this is hard enough,” Kendra was saying, but Craig barely heard her; his gaze was transfixed on the hammer dangling from Wayne’s hand. Wayne approached him, and he stepped backwards.
“Wayne, mate, you know you’re not a killer, come on, you know you can’t do this. You know this isn’t you.”
Wayne smiled, and it looked bloody awful, like invisible hands were stretching back his lips into a piss-take of a grin. “Who says?”
He raised the hammer and took a step nearer. In that instant, he reminded him of the psycho lunatic from that seventies flick, ‘A Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ – a big, lumbering brute of a man, except without the mask made of skin, and bare-foot in a suit.
The last thing Craig wanted to do was show weakness, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from pressing his back against the bars. Instinct screamed at him to run, but where was he to run to? Round and round this cage like a fucking terrified gerbil?
No. His only option was to just bloody take it. He looked into Wayne’s eyes. They were wide and crazed and bloodshot, the blue of the iris’ watery and glazed.
Craig sunk to his knees and lowered his head, what other fucking choice did he have? He figured that Wayne was less likely to kill him if he was a sitting target. The adrenalin of the chase was more likely to result in murder; it took a colder kind of person to shoot someone in the metaphorical back.
Or to hit someone in the head with a hammer, in Craig’s case.
Craig braced himself for the first blow, his head lowered like a good Christian in church on a Sunday morning.
Sure enough, the first blow came; a gentle donk on the side of his head that rocked him slightly on his knees and barely made his head sway on his neck.
“Come on, Wayne,” Kevin said. “You can do better than that. Craig’s dangerous, he’s going to get us all killed.”
Just shut the fuck up! Craig roared at him in his head. Craig was terrified out of his mind, but beneath the fear, a little spark of hope ignited in his chest.
I don’t think Wayne can do this…
He kept his head lowered, knowing that to show either fear or hope would stir up Wayne’s emotions, and he was painfully aware that an emotional human-being would act irrationally.
After a short interval, the second blow struck Craig on the back of his head. This time it was harder and his head jerked forward slightly, but it was no worse than the frequent times he hit his head on the low door frame of the cupboard under the stairs at his place.
Craig kept his positon, waiting.
Nothing happened.
A loud, clanging noise rang out in the silence of the room, making Craig flinch. When he raised his head, he saw that Wayne had dropped the hammer. He just stood there on the spot, swaying slightly, his eyes glazed.
Elation surged in Craig’ guts, although he did his best to keep his expression neutral.
“Wayne?” Kevin called out from his seat at the table. “What are you doing? Jesus Christ, you have to finish the task.”
Wayne’s face was deathly pale, his forehead beaded with perspiration.
“I don’t feel so good,” he said softly. “I can’t do this.”
Craig still didn’t dare stand up. He’s having a breakdown or something, don’t fucking antagonise him.
From his kneeling position, he watched Wayne take a step towards to the bars and hold onto them, resting his forehead between the gap.
“I can’t do this,” he said to the empty room beyond.
But it wasn’t empty for long.
“For fuck’s sake, Wayne,” Maria screamed. “Pick up the fucking hammer!”
“Do it!” Kevin joined in.
But their warnings fell on deaf ears. The door to the room burst open, and the same masked man appeared with the gun. He took aim and fired. Wayne crumpled to the ground, a geisha of blood exploding out of his back in a theatrical fountain of gore. The man disappeared back through the door, shitting it behind himself.
Maria screamed, and Kevin swore. Kendra was silent and inside, Craig laughed in glee…
That was until Jasper’s voice blared out from the speakers:
“Wayne has failed the task. The player with the next lowest card is required to finish off the task. If that player fails to complete the task, they will be shot.”
Craig absorbed the words, his heart speeding up again in terror.
Fuck. That’s Maria.
His heart sank. Fuck. He was fucked.
Sure enough, as soon as Jasper had said his piece, Maria was standing next to Wayne’s body, leaning down to pick up the hammer.
Craig scrambled to his feet; no doubt whatsoever in his mind that Maria was going to kill him. She held the hammer raised, the hard lines of her face made all the harder by the downcast turn of her mouth and her knitted together eyebrows.
Craig backed away from her, hands raised. “Come on, Maria, we knew each other when we were kids, you’re not going to hurt me, you’re not like that…”
He thought back to the time when they had fucked behind Jean’s back. And now she was going to fuck him all over again, in an entirely different way…
Fuck this.
He lunged for her, going to wrestle the hammer out of her hands. She danced out of reach and he was grappling with thin air. Before he knew it, Kevin was behind him.
“You’re going to get us all killed, you stupid cunt,” he said.
“You think I fucking care about all of you?” he spat, angrily spinning round to face him.
He drew back his arm in preparation to floor him, just as blaz
ing agony exploded in the back of his head. He went down with a hard thump, landing on his knees and toppling forwards. On jelly arms he just about managed to stop his face from smacking into the floor.
Fucking bitch didn’t waste much time…
His train of thought ended in another explosion of pain, and he fell forwards, knocking out his two front teeth. Blood erupted in his mouth and bright light danced in front of his eyes, blinding him to his surroundings. He lay face-down on the concrete, his eyes rolling back in his head. His limbs felt heavy, like an invisible weight was pinning him to the ground.
“Don’t,” he said, but it just came out as a wet gurgle.
The next blow was fatal and smashed in the back of his head, the jagged shards of his skull piercing his brain.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kendra covered her eyes in horror as Maria delivered the fatal blow. Craig’s arms and legs jerked when the hammer connected with the back of his skull for the final time, and then he was still. Blood oozed from the back of his concave head, his hair matted with brains and thickly oozing blood.
Kendra couldn’t seem to tear her gaze off that patch of matted hair.
“What?” Maria was saying. “I had to, it was him or me.”
Kendra had to forcibly drag her gaze over to the speaking woman. Her brain felt fuzzy, like her head was wrapped in cotton-wool and there was a dull ringing in her ears. Maria was looking at her expectantly, like she was seeking her approval, or something.
“You did the right thing,” Kevin said. “You didn’t have a choice. Better him than you.”
Kendra was silent. This shouldn’t be happening. It should never, ever have come to this.
The bell rang out again in a short burst of deafening noise:
“Please take your seats, this is the penultimate round,” came Jasper’s voice over the loud speaker.
In a daze, Kendra regarded the three dead bodies. The corpses of Wayne, Craig and Jean lay on the ground, testament to their failure.
They shouldn’t be dead, she thought again. We’ve failed. Me, Kevin and Maria, we let this happen. We’re no better than Jasper. We murdered them of our own freewill.
I didn’t. They did.
What does that mean then, she thought bitterly. Does that mean I should kill them before they kill me?
She took her place, avoiding looking at Maria and Kevin. Especially Kevin; as irrational as it was, she felt woefully let-down by him.
“I’ll deal, shall I,” Kevin said, picking up the pack of cards.
Solemnly, he dealt out the deck. All three of them sat there, staring at the red pattern on the back of their cards.
“I guess this is it, then,” Kevin said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah,” Maria replied.
Kendra didn’t speak; she was still upset with Kevin and couldn’t bare to look at him.
“Kendra? Shall we do it together?”
“I guess so,” she replied, not meeting his gaze.
“We didn’t have a choice,” Kevin said, his voice soft. “We had to do it.”
She raised her eyes to meet his. “No, Kevin, you’re wrong. We always have a choice.”
“Come on, let’s get on with this shit,” Maria said, reaching for her card.
“Wait,” Kendra said, and Maria did, her fingers hovering over her card. “We need to make a pact. No more violence. Can you both do that? This has to end; and it ends now.”
Neither of them answered, and their silence told her everything she needed to know. She closed her eyes for a second, lost in her own misery. Was she prepared to die for the sake of her morality? She liked to believe she was.
I guess I’ll soon find out.
“No one else is going to die, Kendra,” Kevin said.
She heard the lie in his voice and saw it in his eyes. She sighed. “Let’s just do this then, shall we?”
At the same time, all three of them turned over their cards and laid them face-up on the table.
“Looks like I’m it,” Maria said.
Kendra slumped in her chair with her head in her hands. Only too well did she recognise that look in Maria’s eyes. Her or Kevin were as good as dead. Dragging her hands down her cheeks, she eyed her old school acquaintance forlornly.
“Don’t do it, Maria. If we stick together, we can beat this.”
“I’m sorry. I’m really, really, sorry.”
“Maria…” Kevin began, the warning in his voice all too obvious.
“Only one of us is walking out of here alive and I’m sorry but I really want it to be me. Kevin, Kendra, I want you to fight to the death.”
Kendra looked at her aghast. “Now hang on just a minute…”
“No, you hang on, little miss, goody-two-shoes. I’m not fucking dying today. And if you want to live, then I guess you know what you have to do.”
“But we won’t do it, will we Kevin? I meant what I said, this stops right now.”
She glanced at Kevin. He was sitting there, his hands resting atop each other on the table, staring down at his linked thumbs. “Kevin?” she asked quietly, her heart slamming in her chest.
Slowly, he raised his gaze to meet hers and the answer was in his eyes.
“Kevin, no.”
“I’m sorry, Kendra. This is the only way. I promise I’ll make it quick and painless.”
“Fuck you,” Kendra said.
He scraped his chair back across the floor and stood up. Kendra stood up too, grabbing the nearest thing that came to hand which was the near-empty bottle of wine that Kevin had been drinking. She brandished the bottle before her, backing away from him.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
He took a step towards her and she took a step backwards. Maria just watched, her expression blank.
“I loved you so much, all those years ago,” she said softly. “I often thought of you, over the years, especially when my second marriage started to go wrong. I used to ask myself, ‘what would my life had been like if I had stayed with Kevin?’ Plenty of people stay with their childhood sweethearts, don’t they?”
“Don’t do this, Kendra,” he said. “It’s not going to work.”
But there were tears in his eyes as he spoke.
“We can’t let him reduce us to monsters. Surely a bullet in the heart is better than living with the guilt of murder? Are you a murderer, Kevin?”
Their eyes locked, his filled with tears; but whether they were tears of guilt at what he was about to do, or tears because he intended to sacrifice his life for the greater good, she never found out. He opened his mouth to speak, and the bell rang out.
Kendra flinched in surprise and dropped the bottle. It shattered at her feet as her hands flew up to protect her ears. The bell suddenly stopped and she braced herself for Jasper’s voice to come over the speakers.
Instead of the expected voice, the door to the room swung inwards, and in wheeled Jasper. “The final three,” he said as he approached their cage. “How lovely.”
He was followed in by the armed man in the balaclava, who stopped a good distance away over by the door.
Jasper’s wheelchair came all the way up the bars, and instinctively Kendra backed away from him. He grinned at them, his perfect, white teeth so at odds with his sunken eyes and withered body.
“We’ve almost finished, but I’m afraid now that the rules have changed. Now I decide which one of you gets to play God, and I choose Kendra. Kendra, who do you want to die next? Kevin or Maria?”
“That’s not fair!” Maria burst out. “It was my turn, you can’t do this.”
“I think you’ll find I can do whatever I want, seeing as it is my game. Do you want to talk about fair? It’s not fair that you fucking cunts made my life miserable at school, it’s not fair that I have been laughed at my entire life and now I’m dying of cancer. That’s not fair. This is my fucking game, my fucking rules, and I feel like switching it up. This is Kendra’s game now.” His gaze swivelled to her and dread tightened in her guts
, making her breath hitch. “So I’ll ask one more time, who do you choose? Kevin or Maria?”
The room lurched and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She knew what she had to do, but was she brave enough to do it?
Yes. I’m a good person. I have to.
She snapped open her eyes and stared him right in the face. “I choose myself.”
“Are you stupid, Kendra? I thought you were supposed to be the clever one. Did you hear your name in the choices I gave you? No, you did not. If your second answer is so blatantly stupid, then they will both be shot. So who is it going to be?”
Kendra’s insides flipped. You’re relieved, aren’t you? You’ve shown your altruism, you’ve proved you’re not a murderer. And it’s you that gets to live…
No, that’s not true. I’m not relieved.
Jasper was smiling at her, like he could read her mind. “Quickly, Kendra, before I lose my patience.”
Kendra’s gaze flitted from Kevin to Maria, and back again. Maria was standing now, and they all stood an equal distance from each other, loosely forming the shape of a triangle.
“I wasn’t going to hurt you,” Kevin said. “I mean, I thought I was going to, but then I realised that I couldn’t go through with it. That’s what I was going to say before the bell sounded. I loved you back then and I think I always have.”
Maria let out a harsh sounding laugh. “He’s fucking lying, surely you can hear that? I’ve been nothing but honest. I don’t want to die and I did what I had to do. At least I’m not a fucking lier, like him.”
“Make your choice, Kendra…” Jasper said.
Kendra hid her face with her hands. I can’t, oh God, I can’t…
You have to.
She had made her choice and lifted her head to look at Maria. “I’m so sorry.”
Maria’s eyes widened and she staggered backwards. “No…” she began, but her protests were cut dead by the bullet that raptured her heart.
The deafening blast echoed in the confined space and Maria crumpled to the ground. The armed man casually re-shouldered his rifle and was still again.
“Not sure I agree with your choice,” Jasper said conversationally, “but hey, it was up to you.” He smiled: “And then there were two.”
