Blood Orgy in the Woods: A Hollows Point Story

by Jeff O'Brien

  “Either you’re expecting that he’s going to kill you, you’re gonna kill him, or you’re planning an escape.”

  “Escape,” whispered Candy.

  “Well I’m glad you two are so happy together!” cried Greta. Candy was confused by this, but saw a fear mirroring her own hidden beneath Greta’s smile.

  “Let’s go,” growled an all too familiar voice from behind Candy.

  “Don’t you want to stay and have a drink, hun?” Candy asked, half turning to her boyfriend.

  “Now,” he replied, walking toward the exit.

  “Have fun, you two lovebirds,” said Greta as Candy abandoned her drink and followed Rhino outside.

  3

  Candy groaned and sunk back into the passenger seat as Rhino slammed his foot on the gas and sped out of the club’s parking lot.

  “I don’t like you socializing with the other girls at the club,” growled Rhino.

  “Why not? They’re my coworkers.”

  “Buncha’ gossipy cunts. Especially Greta. I heard what she said.”

  “You did?” Candy’s insides turned to liquid. Oh, God, please tell me he didn’t really hear any of that conversation.

  “I’m glad you two are so happy together,” said Rhino in a mock of Greta’s voice. “You know how jealous that cunt is. Has been ever since I dumped her sorry ass.”

  Phew, Candy said internally. “Rhino, I’m exhausted. Can you just take me home now? We can talk about this later. Tomorrow morning, okay?”

  “Nope. Let’s talk about that lap dance. Now.”

  “Which one?” Candy knew damn well which dance he was referring to. And he sure wasn’t about to commend her on a job well done.

  “You know the one,” grunted Rhino, rapping his meaty, tattooed knuckles on the steering wheel and staring straight out onto the road ahead.

  “No I don’t,” insisted Candy. “Why are you doing this again? We had a deal. I strip. You bounce. No getting jealous.”

  “I know there was a deal. But you broke the deal when I saw that slutty look on your face.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rhino.”

  “The hell you don’t. The good looking douchebag with the checkered flannel. He had a rod poking right through his pants. And you sure knew it. If I wasn’t there you would have taken him to the VIP room and sucked him clean without a second thought.”

  “That is not true!” Candy sunk her head back into the headrest again and started to sniffle. Looking up at the ceiling of the car she asked, “Why do you keep doing this to me?”

  “Why do you keep doing this to me! I know what I saw, Candy. I saw that hungry whore smile on your face.”

  “I’m a fucking stripper for Christ’s sake. That’s how I get paid. I’m supposed to make those guys feel like they’re fucking studs. Every last one of them! It’s my job, just as it’s the job of every other girl in that fucking club! And it’s your job to keep me safe while I’m there.” Candy paused for a labored breath. “Lately you make me feel anything but safe.”

  “Whore.”

  “You know what I get paid to do! And I’m damn lucky to be thirty-six and still able to get paid to do it. Don’t ruin it for me. It’s not my fault that some of our patrons are actually hot!”

  Rhino cut the wheel and pulled off the road, slamming hard on the brake.

  “What the fuck did you just say?”

  After Candy’s head snapped forward and flew back, she realized she had misspoken, and started to sob.

  “Say that again,” said Rhino. “Some of them are actually what? Hot, did you say?”

  “I didn’t mean–”

  Candy was silenced by the back-handed slap that flew across the car and knocked her head into the window. Rhino’s use of his meaty hands was a fairly new thing, and with each passing week the brute had employed them more and more to get his point across. Too bad the fucker was so good at it that he knew how not to leave bruises.

  “You didn’t mean it?” grunted Rhino. “Go ahead and tell me just what you meant, then.”

  Frank came out of the bathroom, hoping he’d find the corpse-painted girl who had just given him that amazing lap dance. He almost thought he was going to have to jerk off in the bathroom stall to get rid of his boner, but luckily the many drinks he’d consumed had left him with the need to piss something fierce. His manhood had obeyed his basic biological plumbing needs and softened for draining.

  But now he was feeling fresh and hoping for another dance. A quick glance around the club showed no trace of her, and luckily also no trace of that hulking slob of a bouncer who’d been eyeing him the whole time he was enjoying his so-called private dance.

  Another fine female caught his eye, however – a black-clad and heavily tattooed lady sitting by the bar, chatting it up with the equally gorgeous bartender.

  The bartender handed the young lady a drink just as Frank took a seat on the stool two over from her, so not to be too obvious.

  “Candy here?” he heard her ask the bartender.

  “Nope,” said the bartender. “She just left with Rhino. You a friend of hers?”

  “Yeah, you could say that,” said the woman.

  Something clicked in Frank’s mind. Candy had to be the girl who’d just given him that dance. And if anyone in that place was called Rhino, it was the bouncer who had rudely watched the dance. And that could only mean that he was her angry, jealous boyfriend. The idea of forgetting Candy and moving on to this tattooed goth chick at the bar was suddenly plan A.

  “Hi there,” the young lady said to Frank. “Drinking alone?”

  “Yeah, I suppose so,” said Frank. He looked to the bartender and asked for a Miller Lite.

  “Coming right up, honey,” said the barkeep.

  “You drinking alone too?” Frank asked the young lady two stools over.

  “Hopefully not for long. Why don’t you slide on over and have a drink with me?”

  “Why not.” Frank moved over next to her. “I’m Frank.”

  “Hi, Frank. I’m Autumn.”

  “So what brings you here?”

  “I came to visit my friend Candy. Looks like she stood me up though.”

  “She the girl who was painted up in corpse paint?”

  “Sounds like Candy to me. You seen her dance?”

  “Yeah, actually. Just had a private dance from her. Some creepy fuck was watching the whole thing, though.”

  “Yeah, that’d be Rhino, her piece of shit boyfriend.”

  “Well, glad he’s gone.”

  “Oh, me too, Frank.”

  4

  Candy realized that she had gone beyond the point of no return, and decided to try bravery instead of giving yet another in a long line of empty apologies. Maybe escape wasn’t going to be easy, or even possible at all, until Rhino decided it was, but she had to start somewhere.

  “I meant it’s not my fault that you’re so insecure about your little dick that you have to get upset every time I rub my ass across some good-looking guy with a hard-on.” She paused to let out a few sobs and catch her breath. “And it’s not my fault your fat ass can’t get me off. Maybe I did want to suck that guy’s dick. I don’t get jealous when I see the way you look at all the other girls at the club, especially the new, barely legal ones. Nor do I care that you’ve fucked half the girls that have worked there. You’re gonna tell me in all honesty that you’re the only one who has a right to be jealous in this relationship?”

  Rhino stared vacantly through the windshield.

  “That’s what I thought,” said Candy, feeling the adrenaline surge. “Now please put the car in drive and take me home. I’m fucking tired.”

  The rest of the normally short ride home lasted what felt like decades for Candy. Rhino had gone silent; his silence was never reassuring. The way his jaw was set so tight meant that he was seething, fuming. When they finally arrived at Candy’s apartment she knew he was going to make her pay for her insubordination.

 
; Finally, as Rhino pulled into the parking lot of Candy’s building, he stopped the car abruptly and ripped the keys from the ignition. “Get out,” he growled.

  Rhino exited the vehicle and slammed the door hard before Candy could even answer.

  For a moment Candy sat in silence, staring out at her own car that was parked in the next spot. She missed her car, that cute little jet-black Honda Civic. Before Rhino came along she had driven it to and from work every night, as well as anywhere else she so desired to go. At first, she had mistaken being picked up and dropped off by her boyfriend as a sweet gesture on his part. Now she longed for the freedom she felt behind the wheel of that car, and realized it had been more weeks than she could remember since she had driven it.

  “Did you hear me?” grunted Rhino from outside the car. “I just told you to do something!”

  Candy was unpleasantly awoken from her sad daydream, her memories of freedom, and did as she was ordered. She followed Rhino through the parking lot and up the stairs to the backdoor of her apartment. This was now a familiar dance. Rhino would unlock the door, since she’d been foolish enough to make him a duplicate of her key, and she’d proceed up the stairs to her living room, feeling Rhino’s eyes boring holes into her ass, watching her every move. Then, he’d shove her into the bedroom, undress her, and have his way while she did her best to pretend she enjoyed it. Then he’d apologize and tell her how much he loved her, and sometimes even mention what a ‘good little girl’ she was, which made her skin crawl each and every time.

  Not tonight, she thought. I just can’t. This is it.

  But what alternative was there? Somehow she had to escape, but now that she was faced with another night of hell, she was reminded of just how impossible it seemed.

  She reached the top of the stairs and turned for the bathroom. Rhino’s fat, meaty hands grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in the direction of the bedroom.

  “I have to piss,” she said.

  “Okay,” said Rhino, sounding almost reasonable. “You know I like watching.”

  Candy grimaced, glad that Rhino was behind her and could not see her face.

  Rhino pushed her back in the other direction, gently nudging her to the bathroom. He let go once they were standing at the toilet.

  “Now be a good little girl and piss for daddy,” he grunted.

  Suppressing the rising bile, Candy dropped her thong to her ankles, lifted her skirt, and sat on the toilet.

  Rhino knelt down before her, putting his face right up to the seat of the toilet and her crotch, inhaling deeply as urine began to sprinkle into the water.

  “Good girl.”

  Please die.

  Candy wiped, stood, pulled her underwear back up, and was dragged to her bedroom.

  Please, God, give him a heart attack, a stroke, anything. Don’t make me suffer this another time.

  God did not respond. Never did.

  While she was on her back, nearly suffocating under the weight of the blob thrusting away on top of her, she looked around her bedroom and dreamed of being anywhere but right here at this very moment.

  Enough is enough. This is the last time.

  “Not so small, is it?” Rhino grunted with limited breath.

  “No, it’s big, honey,” Candy lied, now fighting back vomit.

  “That’s a good little girl.”

  Luckily, as Candy had come to expect, the act didn’t last very long, and Rhino splashed his load on her stomach after only about three minutes. He now lay beside her, huffing and trying to catch his breath after what would have been little exertion for a better man. An actual man.

  “I’m gonna go shower,” said Candy.

  “Hold on,” gasped Rhino. “I’m coming with you.”

  “I have to shit,” Candy lied. “And you’re not watching that.”

  “Gross,” grunted Rhino, giving way to laughter. “Guess I shook a little something up inside you with the big ole’ dick of mine. Hurry up.”

  Candy faked a casual trot to the bathroom, bolting in her mind, but not wanting Rhino to suspect she was thinking of escape. Once in the bathroom, she shut the door and hopped in the shower. The water couldn’t be hot enough to please Candy, to burn every last germ of his nasty spunk off her stomach and out of her crotch. She smiled as the scalding water stung her skin, turning it from ghostly pale to sharp crimson. She’d prefer third degree burns over what she’d just washed off of herself.

  After scrubbing every inch of her body and lathering herself with far more cinnamon-scented body wash than was necessary and shaving whatever little stubble there was below her neck, she hopped out and flushed the toilet just in case Rhino was listening. If he caught her in a lie there’d be more trouble.

  Once she was dry, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where Rhino was sound asleep, snoring like a chainsaw cutting through logs.

  This is it. It’s now or never.

  As Rhino slept, she quietly went to the spare room where she kept her travel suitcases. She always had them handy since she never stayed long at an apartment. Her romantic history had been troubled long before Rhino came along; this wasn’t the first time she’d made a run for it.

  She tip-toed back to the bedroom, where the booming sound of snores still filled the air. Grabbing every item of clothing she could from her dresser drawers and closet, she peered toward the bed every few seconds to see if Rhino had stirred. Thankfully, the fat fuck was a heavy sleeper, and clearly apneic. Once she had as much clothing in her arms as she could possibly carry, she quickly stepped out of the room and began loading up her travel bags. Feeling brave, she went back to the bedroom and was able to grab the rest of her most essential clothing items without waking the sleeping grizzly in her bed.

  After a quick roundup of items in her office and bathroom, she was finally ready. But now would be the real challenge, getting all of this down the stairs and into her car without waking him. As heavy a sleeper as Rhino was, there was too much doubt in her mind that she could actually pull this one off, so she crept back to the bedroom and turned the lights off. She could no longer see him, but could still hear the wheezes and snores.

  She debated finding something to clobber his skull with, but even that was too risky. She’d seen Rhino get hit in the head with both fists and blunt objects plenty of times; he’d never so much as lost his balance. She’d also seen what happened to the people unfortunate enough to strike him. For such a massive blob of a man, his reflexes were cat-like in a fight. Otherwise, he was pure sloth. All the more reason to rely on silence and stealth to pull this one off.

  She looked around to see if there was anything she could possibly barricade the door with. No, that’s a bad idea, she thought. He could wake up and have me in a chokehold before I even get the door blocked.

  She paused to think this one through. She just had to get down the stairs and outside. He might not even wake up, but if he did he’d be in the dark. And he was naked. She knew better than anyone how self-conscious he was about that little dick of his. No fat fuck with a prick that small would run outside naked, especially on a chilly late October night. So, with the stealth of a ninja, she crept back in, grabbed his clothes from the floor, and crept back out, ever so gently shutting the door behind her.

  Now it’s time to run.

  She threw his clothes across the hall, into the kitchen.

  The screen of her cell phone indicated it was fifteen minutes past three. She’d have time to drive out of state and be in Massachusetts before dawn even broke. Then New Hampshire. Then who knows? Maine? Vermont? Canada?

  She grabbed her purse, made sure her keys and wallet were in there, and was about to make a break for it when she realized she’d forgotten the most important thing. Her money. In her office was roughly eight thousand dollars in cash. She was a stripper, after all, and was only paid in old fashioned paper money.

  “Fuck,” she muttered, and crept back to her office to grab her life savings. Once the small tin box that
held her cash was crammed into the little remaining room of her biggest travel suitcase, she heaved them up with all her might and dashed down the stairs.

  She reached her car in seconds that felt eternal, and got the trunk full of her essential possessions without incident. After she slammed the trunk shut, she heard it.

  “Candy!”

  “Fuck,” she gasped. She ran to the driver side door, but couldn’t help but look up at her bedroom window. The light was on.

  “Candy, where the fuck are you?!”

  “Fuck you, asshole” she whispered.

  “Get the fuck back here, you fucking cunt!”

  If any further invective had been hurled her way, it was drowned out by the screeching of tires.

  5

  It was only quarter past nine when Kendall took the exit off Route 16 that fed him onto Hollows Point Road. Despite the relatively early hour on the clock, the night was darker and quieter than he was used to. Even with the music blasting heavily from the speakers of his car, he could feel the stealth with which the air outside travelled. With a delicate finger, he turned the volume knob on the dashboard to zero, then used the same finger to reach over and further lower the driver side window. His left hand was busy holding a cigar, a fine Nicaraguan Maduro.

  He had never in his life experienced such quiet; it was almost as if he could actually hear it.

  Though not that far from the city, his turn off the highway brought him to an area that his city-boy mind thought of as the sticks. The road was lined with trees that were either stripped bare of leaves or still had sporadic browns and yellows. Amidst the dying forestry were small houses, not quite cabins, but certainly not the three-deckers he was used to back home in the northern suburbs of Boston.

  And where was everybody? Not a soul was to be found in the front yards of the homes he passed, and not a single window revealed a light within.

  A hint of anxiety crept up on him as though it flowed in through the window and seeped right into his pores. His pleasant cigar suddenly felt dry and bitter with each puff, leaving his mouth coated with a nasty ammonia taste. Momentarily looking down, he placed it in the ashtray and reached for the bottle of water in the cup holder. The water did little more than make him realize just how parched he had suddenly become.