Red: An Extreme Horror Novelette

by Doyle, D. J.

  Did I just see a small smile on those juicy lips? This is the first time a princess smiled. Fuck. Was it fake? Is she humouring me? I couldn’t tell.

  “Do you have any stories, Amanda? Funny ones?” She shook her head. “C’mon, everyone has at least one funny story.”

  “Well, I do have one, in particular, that seems to make everyone laugh. I was the passenger in my friend’s car, we were going to visit her Dad. At a red light, the car in front reversed into her car. My friend got out, the other driver accused her of crashing into the back of her car and completely denied reversing. I was furious, so I got out and defended my friend. The other driver panicked when she realized she wouldn’t get away with attempted fraud and tried to flee the accident.”

  She looked at me to see if I was still paying attention. I hung on to every word she said.

  “My friend, realising this, shouted at me to get the licence plate number. I didn’t have a pen or paper, so ran up to the car and removed the rear plate by pulling it off. It wasn’t screwed or bolted on, just simple, plastic clips kept it in place. The reaction of the police was comical. They asked if we get the licence plate number, I said ‘yeah, here’ and handed them the plate. The whole precinct came out to see the licence plate number.”

  At first, I just giggled. Then I had the image in my mind of the cop asking for a plate number and literally being handed the plate off the car. I laughed out loud.

  “That is funny. Good story.”

  Yes, she smiled again. It was real.

  “You have a lovely smile, Amanda. It brightens up your face and gives you that little twinkle in your eye that attracted me to you.”

  I gave her a huge grin and a cheeky wink.

  “What else? What else attracted you? Why did you pick me? I wanna know.” She curled up on the bed awaiting answers.

  “I first saw you in a coffee shop in your local town. You breezed as if you were walking on air. Your hair made me think of melting chocolate. Your smile bedazzled me. Your voice spoke to me, asking to be my princess. I knew you were special when I saw you in the ring. Your determination, strength, and stamina oozed from your aura. I’m like a moth to a flame with you. You are a survivor. The other women were weak, I see that now. They didn’t have all that.”

  “My voice? What voice?” she asked.

  “The inner voices I hear from all my princesses. Now, do you have that in your head? And are you finished trying to get inside mine?”

  I stared at Amanda for the longest time, as all what I told her raced around in her brain which showed on those psychoanalysing, frowning eyebrows again.

  “I wasn’t,” Amanda denied. Her voice quivered a little, just like a liar’s would.

  We ate breakfast in silence. I waited to see if she would say anything. She didn’t. So I did.

  “Look, I don’t mind you trying to understand me, at least you’re getting to know me at the same time. So, I’m sorry. I won’t be rude again. Ask me anything you want, when you want.”

  I cleared up the plates and brought them upstairs. We had a lot of time to kill, so I suggested we watch a movie. I brought down the portable TV with the DVD player. I also had a few movies to pick from. Amanda scrolled through them and picked out a classic - An American Werewolf in London. I suppose The Shining and Cabin in the Woods were unlikely choices. We settled down on the bed with some popcorn, my back against the wall.

  “I love this movie,” I said. “My favorite werewolf film.”

  “Me, too. The first horror movie I ever watched,” she replied. She didn’t look at me.

  “Amanda, you’re just too good to be true. You don’t meet many women who are into horror.”

  I had a brain fart, was all this ‘perfect behaviour’ just a ploy for trust? Is she being truthful with everything she said? Maybe a little test was in order.

  “Em, Amanda? Who is your favorite horror villain? And who would win, Jason or Mike?

  “Actually, my favorite films are the Alien franchise, so the xenomorphs for question one. I think Jason would beat Mike in a fight, but he won’t be able to kill him ‘cause they’re both invincible. I prefer Jigsaw, the deaths are more gruesome.”

  Yes!! She does know her horror.

  For many days, Amanda and I talked about anything and everything. There was definitely a connection there, we got on very well. We had similar likes and dislikes. After a week, I heard her inner voice. I heard it in my dreams, it called out to speak to my soul. My heart beat faster, and my dick went hard when I heard those words. “Fuck me, Todd. Fuck me, all night long.” Blood rushed to my cock, and I ejaculated while asleep. The wetness in my sheets woke me up. It was time to make her mine, tonight. I had a supply of the morning after pill. This fuck would be epic.

  Amanda washed herself down while I was upstairs. I gave her a book to help her relax, it would help later. When they’re nervous and tight, I feel it more, and my orgasm is quick. I want her loose and relaxed, I last much longer. I prefer it slow and long, so we can both enjoy it more. I cooked a light meal for our night, a pork stir fry. I didn’t want anything heavy as I might have a fight on my hands, and she is such a strong girl. My nerves were overflowing, I’d never experienced this with one of my princesses before. What was wrong with me? I could barely talk during dinner. It was actually a little awkward.

  “Did you enjoy that? I love the soy sauce from the noodles mixed with the sweet and sour pork.”

  “It was nice, thanks,”

  As usual, her answers were quick and to the point. I hope tonight makes a difference, that she’ll let go and relax a bit. I’ll respect her in the bed, make love to her. She just needs to know that.

  We played some cards, that’s when I heard her laugh for the first time. The inner voices were right, tonight was perfect. We watched another movie sitting on the bed, a classic, Jaws.

  Like a teenager, I yawned and slipped my arm around her shoulder. I felt the pulse in my dick throb and my heart pounded off my rib cage. Amanda tensed her whole body with a jolt, her chains jangled with the jump, and she went rigid. Goosebumps covered her skin, the little hairs stood up all around.

  “I hear you, Amanda. I know you’re ready.”

  “But I didn’t say anything. Please don’t, my voice now is saying no.” Amanda gazed into my eyes and pleaded with tears.

  “How can you be my princess if we can’t consummate our union? Shhh! You will like it, I promise.”

  I pulled her shirt down off her shoulder and kissed it, tenderly. Again, she froze. My lips tasted her skin, a little salty from sweat, but soft and moist. My tongue licked up her neck and behind her ear. With my head, I forced her to lay on the bed. She tugged at the chains while my lips moved towards her breasts. I lifted her shirt and blew a cold breath on her nipples until they hardened. When they did, I sucked on them gently. The tip of my tongue played with them. The texture was different, much softer than her skin, but with little bumps to make it more interesting. My hands caressed her ribs and moved to her tummy. I encircled the shape of her abs, they were perfectly formed. I snapped her underwear against her skin. I was overcome with desire and felt my cock throbbing. I inhaled deeply to control my urges, to ejaculate now would ruin everything as would fucking her without any foreplay.

  “I’m begging you, please don’t do this.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

  She was happy, even if she begged me not to tease her. She wanted my cock inside her now, but I like to excite and tease them first. I tugged at her frilly, white panties to pull them down, or tried to. She held the muscles in her thighs tight together. I pulled a little harder, and they went to her knees and slid off to her feet, easily. I spread her legs, strapped them, and tasted her with my tongue and lips. I filled my mouth with her unique flavor, divine.

  She gasped and gyrated on the bed, and enjoyed the attention I gave to her pussy.

  “You will climax like never before, I promise.”

  I stood up and took off my shirt and bottoms, my dick wai
ted to be let loose from my boxers. It pushed out the material to a point. She watched me intently, waiting for me to be inside her. I dropped my boxers to the floor and slowly climbed onto the bed. She yanked at the chains over and over again.

  “No, please. Don’t do this, Todd. It’ll ruin our friendship.” Amanda tried to reason with me, but she was my princess, and I was going to be with her.

  I spat on my hand and rubbed it on my penis for lubrication. I preferred to sit up so I can see the pleasure on their faces. I lifted her ass and eased my cock inside her, softly. I moaned with the first delicate thrust. Too long had I waited for this moment. To be with someone again, the perfect woman. A little tingle spread throughout my groin area. Again and again, I gradually pushed my dick inside her, increasing my force each time. I wanted to change position now so I could give more as a lover. I bent her knees and fit my body on top. Still, I kept my distance from her face, to watch her enjoy the orgasm. I gripped the mattress as my force grew, and I banged my cock into her from tip to end. She cried with happiness, I moaned with pleasure. My fingers slid underneath the bed frame, I was ready to pound as hard as I could. I felt something under one of the slats, paper of some sort. I slowed my pace and pulled out the hard paper. If she were trying to escape, if she had some plan ready, I would be taking a tool from the cage. It was folded in half.

  “That’s mine. It’s personal, leave it alone. It’s nothing to do with you.” Amanda pleaded, grabbing at thin air.

  I unfolded the paper to see it was an old, polaroid photograph. What I saw did not make sense. A boy hugged a little girl in a red Elmo jumpsuit with brown pigtails. I hurt my cock as I pulled out quickly and leapt from the bed. How could this be? Adrenaline rushed through my body causing my heart to nearly explode. My face burned up, and my tongue felt as dry as a camel’s ass.

  “S-Sarah?” I stuttered and looked at her.

  “What? No one calls me by that name? Who are you?”

  She turned five shades lighter as the blood drained from her face. I looked at the picture, then at her, then the picture again.

  “No! This cannot be. You never told me you were adopted.”

  I felt sick to my stomach and bent over to vomit.

  “WHO ARE YOU?” She shouted.

  “It’s me… Dwayne. Oh my fucking god. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I was doing that to my little…..”

  She started crying then screamed. I nearly joined her. I felt so angry with myself, I clenched my fist and punched the wall. Bones cracked with the pressure, and pain seared through my hand and up my wrist. I shook and held it as it started to swell. The skin turned red and blue.

  “Fuuuuuuuck!”

  “Please, let me out of these straps,” Amanda begged.

  I didn’t have a choice. She could hardly be my princess. She was my little sister.

  I struggled to put my boxers on with one hand, but removing the straps was easy enough. Amanda quickly put her clothes on.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know who you were. I would never…,”

  I felt something hit the back of my head and everything went dark.

  Chapter 7

  My eyes opened, but my vision was a little blurred. The pain in my back of my head pulsated throughout my brain. I tried to move my arms as they felt a little stiff. The sound of chains jangled in my ears. I was tied to the bed, naked. Just like I had done to all those bitches. I tugged with all my might, so much so that veins protruded from my arms, but it was no use, only the whole bed frame moved. My legs were spread wide and my ankles shackled to the end posts. As my height exceeded those who have slept here, my feet rested on the end frame and my legs were raised a foot above the mattress.

  “Sarah?” I called out.

  I heard tapping, not just any tapping, like a digging sound. I turned my head toward the stairs. There sat Sarah (Amanda) on one of the steps with a large kitchen knife in her hand, stabbing at the wood. Little splinters shot out as she pulled the tip of the knife out each time. I took a second glance when I saw what she was wearing. She wore my red dress, the red beret, neck scarf, lipstick (and probably the red, silky panties). My nose reacted when I smelled Dot drift over air particles in my direction.

  “C’mon, sis’. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. Please let me go. Why are you dressed in all that?”

  “I found your ‘red’ stash. Remind you of our mother? You killed all those women. You probably would have killed me. I was gonna call the police, but I thought you’d play the insanity card because of your upbringing and end up in a prison hospital for a few years. That’s just not good enough. You see, I had the same upbringing. I watched our mother, too. I was abused by my adoptive father for years until I was strong enough to fight him off. I didn’t end up a serial killer. You always had this in you. You pulled my hair while those men hurt our mother. And forced your hand over my mouth when I started to cry.”

  She stabbed at the wood again, even harder.

  “I didn’t, I rubbed your head, and I was told to keep you quiet when the men were there.”

  I remembered sitting in the closet and rubbing her hair, then it dawned on me that I may have pulled her hair, not realising I was hurting her. I remembered telling her to shh, and then I recalled my hand on her mouth. Did I? Could I?

  “You even did the same actions to me that the men did, too. Luckily, you kept us dressed, so I’m not totally fucked up. Now it’s your turn to experience all that you inflicted to those women over the years.”

  She took a set of keys from my pocket, and opened the cage on the wall. Sarah stared at all the tools, deciding which to use.

  “What if someone comes looking for me? What are you gonna tell them?”

  “I doubt anyone knows you live here. You wouldn’t have it listed anywhere. You’re too careful.”

  She had me there, I didn’t tell my job where I lived, I gave them a false address. No one knew I was here… except for Sarah.

  “Sarah, please don’t do this. I’m your brother…”

  “Who’s a sick fuck that would have murdered me and kept killing, if you got the chance.”

  She picked two items from the wall.

  “Okay, we’re gonna start with this ancient looking pear thing and this baseball bat.”

  Her long fingernails picked at the embedded nails in the structure. I prayed she wouldn’t find and work out the release button. I heard a click. Fuck! She found it. It was near her face when she pressed it.

  “Wow! That was close. That might have been a nasty surprise, but you knew what it did, and didn’t say a word. Hoping I’d get hurt?”

  She strutted over to the bed with both tools in her hands, and swung them around playfully. Her glare into my eyes cut into a soul I did not know existed. My soul.

  “Of course I don’t want to see you hurt. You’re my sister.”

  She played with the Pear of Anguish and opened it right out. Her eyes smiled as she realized what it did.

  “Please, Sarah.”

  Is she tormenting me? Surely she wouldn’t do this to her brother.

  Sarah closed the pear and lay it on the bed in front of my ass. She took deep breaths to prepare herself. With my legs spread and raised up, she had easy access to do whatever she wanted.

  I felt enraged, I wasn’t gonna let her get the better of me.

  “You bitch. You’re just like all the rest. You fucking cunt. I’m gonna kill you.”

  Anger spread across her face, my big fucking mouth has fucked it up now. She picked up the pear and forced it up my anus. The cold metal spread my hole, catching hairs along the way. It first felt like I was having a big shit that got stuck. She wiped her nose with her elbow, it must smell to be that close to my open butthole. She turned the screw around and around. I felt the pressure build. It tore the membranes of my sphincter and rectum. The pain seared through my whole abdomen. My body spasmed and I screamed as it tore more and more into my bowel. It punctured through, dark blood poured and soaked
the bed. I became numb to the pain, or it damaged my spinal cord - one or the other - but I was only feeling the blood and flesh escape my body. My vision and mind were no longer the same.

  Sarah turned the key in the opposite direction and pulled out the contraption, which turned my favorite color. Strips of flesh hung from the closed sections.

  She took up the baseball bat. I deliriously laughed when she pointed it towards my face. I knew this was the end. Once she put that inside me and released the nails, I was dead. Killed by my own custom made weapon. She easily pushed it inside, the blood acted as a lubricant. This time the item could go farther up my bowel. The pressure became too much. I vomited all over my face, swallowed some, and choked on bits of food that became lodged. I coughed and coughed, each time my bowel would contract, and the nerves shocked my system, making me jolt. She pushed the release button. The nails shot out and pierced every organ that was close. My whole body burned from the inside. My screech echoed through the whole house. When I used it, I muffled the girls. Sarah just stood there as the blood gushed out. My yells of pain turned into a whimper, as the face of every woman I tortured went through my mind. Everything was starting to go dark, my eyes closed, my breathing slowed. My life started to slip away. Sarah was covered in blood. It trickled down her face and over her lips. She licked them to taste the sweet blood. I would never taste it again...I heard her voice one last time.

  “Number one, Dwayne.”

  More about the Author

  I hope you enjoyed Red. You never know, it may one day have a sequel.

  If you did enjoy, I would very much appreciate a review on Amazon and Goodreads.

  Also by D.J.Doyle, a horror with some humour that is drenched in history and folklore.