by Athan, Jon
“Disgusting. You better not be wet, girl.”
Ashley gasped as if she were punched in the stomach by a heavyweight boxer. Her mother reached forward and grabbed her by the pussy like a billionaire reality television star. She rubbed her clitoris, then she shoved her middle finger into her vagina.
With a set of wide eyes and a gaping mouth, Ashley glanced every which way – shocked. She felt as if she had entered a nightmare – as if she were not conscious. She struggled to breathe as she trembled uncontrollably. The invasion of her genitalia by her own mother was disturbing.
Jane stopped fondling her and lifted her moist, sticky hand up to her face. She sneered in disgust as she wiggled her fingers.
She said, “You either pissed yourself before I got here or you're aroused because we spoke about your brother. Either way, you're sick.” Ashley couldn't utter a word. As she wiped her hand on her jeans, Jane said, “Piss or cum... Oh, I'm sorry, I believe it's called 'vaginal mucus.' Well, whether it's piss or vaginal mucus, let's hope it's not flammable... for your sake.”
A frog in her throat, Ashley croaked, “Wha–What?”
Jane ignited the lighter as she pushed Ashley's skirt up to her waist, revealing her pubic area for the world to see. She held the flame over her pubic hair. The hair sparked and crackled as it burned. Her skin reddened under the thin bush, too. The support beam and heavy rope groaned as the teenager convulsed.
Ashley tightly shut her eyes and shouted, “Please, mom, stop! Stop! Don't! I'm sorry!”
Jane was not perturbed by her daughter's pleas. She held the flame closer to her skin, making sure to burn the hair and flesh. She couldn't help but giggle as she moved the lighter lower and lower – and lower.
Without saying a word, she spread her vulva and held the flickering flame directly under her genitals. She could feel the blistering heat on her fingers, but she persevered in order to burn her daughter's vagina. As a matter of fact, in order to maximize Ashley's pain, the wicked woman made sure the flame directly burned her clitoris.
Veins bulging on her throat and brow, Ashley tilted her head towards the ceiling and shouted, “Stop!”
She violently trembled and wheezed as the flame burned her clitoris and vulva. The insufferable pain radiated from her pelvis and debilitated her. She fell limp, her head slumped down to her chest. Rapid, hoarse gasps escaped her bloodied lips.
Jane closed the lighter, then she stepped in reverse. She smiled as she stared at Ashley, blatantly proud of her victory. She wanted to memorize the look of defeat on her daughter's face so she could savor it for the rest of her life – it was beautiful.
As she lifted Ashley's panties up to her scorched crotch, Jane said, “I think that's enough for one day. Don't take my kindness for weakness, though. Next time you try to take advantage of our baby boy, I'll snip it off.” She gently slapped her and said, “I love you, Ashley. Have a good night.”
Jane casually strolled away from the support beam and approached her husband. Logan stood at the bottom of the stairs, awed. He watched the violent confrontation with his hand over his mouth. However, he wasn't disgusted by his wife's actions. He was impressed and he didn't want to interrupt her performance with an ill-timed applause.
He said, “You did great, babe.”
“Thank you. I don't think she'll be messing around with boys anytime soon.”
“Good,” Logan said, enthusiastic. He leaned closer to Jane's ear and whispered, “That doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, right?”
Jane smirked and said, “Naughty boy... Let's wait until Cal is asleep, then you can do whatever you want to me.”
And, with that, their sexual relationship was repaired. Logan watched as Jane strutted up the stairs. He glanced over at Ashley, then he followed his wife like a dog following a plate of food to the dinner table.
Yet again, Ashley was left in the dungeon to wallow in her misery.
Chapter Eighteen
The Intruder
Sex was a natural sleep aid. Even masturbation opened the doors to a peaceful slumber. So, after a night of passionate and experimental sex, Logan and Jane found themselves in the deepest slumber. Logan snored like an old engine, coughing and sputtering, while Jane purred like a cat.
A thud echoed through the home.
Logan opened his eyes and stared at the window across from him. The midnight moonlight barely seeped past the blinds and the curtains. He glanced over his shoulder – Jane remained asleep. Curious, he turned his attention to the bedroom door across from the foot of the bed.
A sudden noise at night could be anything – a creaky floorboard, a groaning pipe, a gust of wind. The racket could have even been caused by loud neighbors. A domestic dispute or a man walking his dog could easily awaken the neighborhood.
Logan wasn't convinced, though. With a girl imprisoned in his basement, he needed absolute certainty in order to sleep comfortably. He crept out of his room and closed the door behind him. From the cracks under the doors, he could see the lights were off in every room. He tiptoed down the hall, then he peeked into his son's room – Calvin was asleep.
Logan whispered, “Sleep tight, kiddo.”
The sound of rumbling footsteps emerged from the room closest to the stairs – Ashley's room.
Logan quietly closed Calvin's door, then he approached his daughter's room. He leaned closer to the door and listened. Someone was rummaging through her room. One question ran through the man's mind: did she escape? He didn't have time to run downstairs and check the basement. He opened the door and flicked the light switch on the wall.
Logan whispered, “You...”
Tyler, Ashley's boyfriend, stopped searching through her dresser. He turned towards the door and ran his fingers through his hair, clearly distraught. He shuffled in his leather jacket and tugged on his white t-shirt as he nervously smiled. The room was stuffy, but he was more concerned about his breaking-and-entering and his girlfriend's uncertain condition.
Logan stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. In a soft tone, just above a whisper, he asked, “What the hell do you think you're doing here?”
Tyler jabbed his finger at Logan and asked, “Where's Ashley? Huh? Where is she?”
“Keep your voice down, son. You don't want to cause a scene in my house. I'll whoop your ass, then I'll hand you over to the police. Okay?”
“No, no, no. I don't give a shit about that. I'm done wasting my time. I'm done waiting. Where's my girlfriend? What the hell did you do to her? Answer me, you bastard.”
Logan raised his hands in a peaceful gesture. He said, “That's none of your concern. Okay? She's fine, we're taking care of her, everything is good. You don't have to worry about her, but I have to worry about you. You're in my house without my permission. You could be a danger to my family. I have no idea. So, what are you doing here? What do you want from us?”
Tyler examined Logan's demeanor. To his surprise, he didn't seem malicious. The pair had fought several times before and another fight didn't seem likely. He was suspicious, but he was willing to talk through the problem.
Tyler said, “I need to see Ashley. I've been calling her for days. If she only ignored me for a day or two, I'd think she was going through something. That's normal. But... a week? That's too much time. There's something wrong. I can feel it in the air.”
“You're here because she's ignoring your calls?” Logan asked with a furrowed brow. He chuckled, then he said, “Well, she just might be over you. Did you ever think about that?”
“No. That's bullshit. She loves me and I love her. We... We were supposed to go to a concert on the weekend. We were supposed to be together. It was going to be special. I... I was... Shit, man, I was going to propose to her.”
Logan shook his head and shrugged – tough luck. Tyler bit his bottom lip and looked away, trying to stop himself from crying. The pair stood in silence in Ashley's room, waiting for the next move to either escalate or stop the confrontation.
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sp; Unfortunately, both of them were the confrontational type.
Tyler sniffled and said, “Whatever, man. Just get out of my way.”
“Excuse me?”
“Get out of my goddamn way! I'm going to find her, even if I have to tear up your entire house.”
“I warned you: I'm going to call the cops.”
“I don't give a shit. Go ahead and call 'em. I'm sure they'd like to hear what I have to say.”
Logan refused to move out of the way. He couldn't take the risk. As Tyler approached, ready to bulldoze through the door, Logan grabbed the young man's jacket at the chest and pushed him back. Tyler grabbed Logan's wrists and tried to break away, but to no avail. The couple bounced from wall-to-wall, grappling for an advantage.
Through his gritted teeth, Logan said, “I... warned... you.”
The pair tumbled to the floor near the bed. Logan straddled Tyler's chest and restricted his movements. He hit the young man with a barrage of punches. Tyler tried to block the strikes by wrapping his arms around his head, but the punches continued to slip through his defenses. Blood poured from his nostrils, a cut formed on his bottom lip, and his cheeks became swollen.
Yet, the intruder remained conscious and determined. Love fueled his determination.
As he hit him, Logan said, “We can... We can stop this.”
“F–Fuck you,” Tyler stuttered as he absorbed another punch to the brow. He turned away and shouted, “Help! Somebody help me!”
“Be quiet, boy.”
“Help me!”
Logan struck down at Tyler with his elbow. He struck him until the young man was dazed – three elbows to the face. His arm and white t-shirt were spattered with blood. Bloody-faced, Tyler coughed and grunted as his head swayed. Despite the brutal beating, he was still conscious.
Logan breathed heavily as he glanced around the room. The home was quiet – Jane did not help, Calvin did not eavesdrop, and Ashley remained silent. Due to the severity of the beating, he felt as if he didn't have any other options. He would surely be arrested for the attack on the teenager, despite the intrusion.
He stared at the neighboring nightstand, then he glanced down at Tyler. He smiled and nodded as he formed a violent idea. He had the tools and the will to finish the job. He lifted the nightstand from the floor, which caused the lamp to fall to the ground. He balanced the heavy piece of furniture over his head and glared at Tyler.
He said, “You should have stayed away from my daughter, you stupid son of a bitch.”
Tyler coughed, then he mumbled, “Where... Where's Ash–”
Mid-sentence, Logan struck down at Tyler's head and hit him with one of the table's durable legs. The bottom of the leg struck the left side of his forehead. The attack dazed him, so Logan struck him again – and again. He hit the same spot with all of his brutish might. A grisly gash formed on his brow, causing blood to cascade across his face and hair. The young man trembled uncontrollably as the left side of his skull was caved in.
Out of breath, Logan held the table over his head. He struck down and penetrated Tyler's right eye, jamming the table leg into his eye socket. He staggered to his feet, exhausted. He pulled the table out of Tyler's eye socket, then he tossed the piece of furniture aside. He stared down at the intruder and grimaced in disgust.
He couldn't see the teenager's eyes – one was mutilated by the table's leg, the other was crushed due to his collapsed skull. Bits of his brain and skull could be seen through the gash on his head. The young man's entire dome was covered in blood. His milky skin was no longer visible. He was unidentifiable.
Logan muttered, “Shit...”
***
Drenched in blood, Logan stepped into the hallway. He was pleased to see Calvin's door was still closed. His family didn't seem to notice the fatal brawl. He opened the closet door in the hall and grabbed a towel. He dabbed the blood on his forearms and face as he returned to his bedroom. His wife's purring snore was reassuring.
As he swiped the blood off of his neck, he leaned on the dresser next to the door and said, “Wake up, Jane.” Jane continued snoring. Logan stomped and sternly said, “Wake up.”
Jane gasped and glanced over at the door, startled. She sat up in bed and asked, “What's going on? What... What are you doing up, sweetie?” Her eyes widened upon spotting the dark marks on his shirt and skin. She stuttered, “Is... Is that blood?”
Logan explained, “Yeah. We have a little problem on our hands. I found Ashley's boyfriend in her bedroom. One thing led to another and we... Well, we ended up fighting.”
“H–How bad did you hurt him? Or... he didn't hurt you, did he? Oh, God, are you hurt, sweetie? Should I call–”
“I'm fine,” Logan interrupted, calming his wife before she could get up from bed. He said, “I'm not hurt. He hit me once, maybe twice, but he didn't win the fight.”
“So... how bad is he hurt? That's a lot of blood.”
“Well, he's hurt pretty bad. In fact, um... he's actually dead.”
Jane cocked her head back as she stared at her husband. She waited for the punchline to a joke, hoping to share a laugh with her lover before returning to bed. To her dismay, she could see Logan was not lying. Her husband murdered a teenager in their house and their plans for the future were falling apart.
Befuddled, Jane rapidly blinked and stuttered, “O–Okay. I... I think... We can still get through this, right? It was... It was just self-defense, wasn't it?”
“Sure. I defended myself and my family, but I messed him up. I mean, I really hurt him. There's not a single court in this country that will believe self-defense in this case.”
“So–So, what... what do we do now? Huh? How do we fix this?'
Logan tossed the towel on the dresser and said, “I'm going to get rid of the body. I just need a little bit of time, but I can get rid of him. No one will ever know. It's not like the kid told everyone he was going to break into our house, right? I'm just going to need some help moving him into the basement.”
Jane inhaled deeply as she dug her fingers into her hair and considered her options. She was stunned by her husband's casual demeanor. At the same time, she was inspired by his cold and commanding attitude. The idea of hiding a body with a murderer – her beloved husband – also aroused her. Who else could say they were married to a cold-blooded killer?
Jane smiled and stuttered, “O–Okay, sure...”
“Great. Come on, follow me.”
Logan and Jane walked down the hall and crept past Calvin's room. Logan nonchalantly strolled into Ashley's bedroom while Jane stood in the doorway. She held her hand to her mouth as she stared down at Tyler's crushed head. If it weren't for his figure and signature clothing, she wouldn't have been able to identify him. She retched and coughed, disgusted.
Logan hooked his arms under Tyler's armpits, then he lifted his torso from the ground. He beckoned to Jane and said, “Grab his legs. We have to work fast.”
Jane nodded as she snapped out of her trance. She rushed forward and grabbed Tyler's legs, trying to keep her eyes away from his head, then the couple plodded out of the bedroom. Logan leaned on the wall to balance himself, then he closed the door.
Jane whispered, “Don't worry, I'll clean everything and I'll change the locks tomorrow. Calvin won't notice a thing.”
Logan responded, “He shouldn't be in there anyway. Let's get this piece of trash downstairs.”
The couple lugged the body down the stairs. Again, Logan leaned on the wall to balance himself. He punched his code into the door knob, then he shoved the door open. The pair descended into the makeshift dungeon, leaving the door open behind them.
Ashley awoke upon hearing the creaky stairs. Weak and exhausted, she glanced over at the stairs. She shuddered as her parents reached the bottom of the steps. More lessons, she thought, more pain. She furrowed her brow upon spotting the body. Her eyes welled with tears as she examined the clothing – the leather jacket, the tight jeans, the grimy boots.
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shley stuttered, “Ty–Tyler? No... No, no, no. You didn't... It can't be.” Her parents walked past her and approached the storage freezer behind her. Ashley glanced back and shouted, “No! No, you can't do this! You can't hurt people like this! I'm sick of it! Tyler! Tyler, wake up!”
“Oh, shut your mouth,” Jane said, irked by the screaming.
Jane dropped Tyler's legs and rushed to the support beam. She slapped Ashley with all of her might, but the girl did not stop crying. So, she punched her five times – each strike landing on her busted nose. Blood spewed from her nostrils as she groaned and coughed, dazed by the attack.
Jane grimaced and waved her hand. She said, “You hurt my hand with your face, you bitch...”
As Jane muttered about her pain, Logan tossed Tyler's body into the storage freezer. The young man landed on the frozen microwave dinners and slabs of meat. His blood streamed across the packaging and spattered on the white interior.
Logan closed the freezer and said, “Let's go.”
As she stared at Ashley, smug and deviant, Jane asked, “Don't you want to have a little fun with her?”
“You had enough fun earlier. Come on.”
“What's wrong?”
“We left the door open. Someone will hear her if she wakes up and starts screaming again. Let's go.”
Logan grabbed Jane's arm and pulled her towards the stairs. The couple exited the basement, leaving Ashley with her deceased boyfriend.
As he closed the door, Logan said, “As soon as the sun comes up, I'm going to run to the store to get some supplies. I'm going to get rid of the body by tomorrow night. Okay?”
“How?” Jane asked, bug-eyed.
“I know a few things. It might get messy, but I can get it done. I don't think we have any other options.”
“What... What about Ashley?”
“What about her?”
Jane glanced at the door, visibly unnerved. She glanced up at the ceiling and frowned. She thought about her family and their future. The future was crumbling before her very eyes.
Jane said, “She loved that boy. There are certain things we can fix, right? We can stop her from messing around, we can stop her from smoking, but we can't erase something like... like that. She saw us with the body. She knows too much. If she says even one word, everything will fall apart.”
