by Tim Miller
She pulled him up by the collar and duct-taped him into a chair next to Bob. They both struggled as she stood over them. Ernie was furious with himself. He should have known something was up. Bob sounded excited over the phone, but he was always kind of worked up. This bitch set a trap for him, and he walked right into it. God knows what she planned on doing with them.
"What's wrong Ernie? Why you look so scared? You scared of a girl when she's not paralyzed on your fucking drugs?"
"I was taking care of you. All your needs were met, you were perfectly safe! Then you had to go and mess it all up."
She laughed as she looked at him.
"Are you fucking serious? Took care of me? Jesus Christ. How sick of a fuck are you?" she said.
"I'm not sick! You just don't understand. You women are weaker than us men. You need protecting, sheltering, someone to take care of you. That's what I do." Ernie struggled against the duct tape, but she'd wrapped him up incredibly tight. Nothing he could say would make her understand just how good he'd been to her and how well taken care of she was. This was precisely why his way was best. Left to their own devices, women make terrible decisions and run their mouths. No way should she be allowed to disrespect him like this.
"Women, weaker?" she said as she popped him in the nuts with the crowbar. He let out a yelp as he tried unsuccessfully to hold back sobs. "I took both of you assholes out. Amazing what a girl can do when you don't fucking drug her."
"What are you doing to do? You gonna kill us?"
Finally, Bob chimed in. He'd been drifting in and out of consciousness when Ernie arrived.
"She won't kill us, she doesn't have the balls to. She's just trying to scare us. Too bad I don't scare so easily." Bob looked terrified but was doing his best to look intimidating. Chances are, he was trying to convince himself more than anything.
"Both of you assholes are utterly wrong." She said as she leaned over a table with her back to them, digging through a toolbox. She came out holding an icepick. "I'm going to make you both beg me to kill you."
"What is that?" Ernie asked. "What does she have Bob? What's she going to do?"
"It's an ice pick," Bob said flatly. "She's doing to poke our eyes out with it. Or wants us to think she will."
She grabbed Bob by the back of the head and thrust the ice pick into his eye socket. She dug and twisted the ice pick around as milky fluid sprayed all over. Digging it in further, she managed to pull it clear out of his head and used a knife to cut the optic nerve. She held the severed eyeball in front of him. Ernie looked on in horror as the cellar was filled with screams. Ernie didn't realize his own screams were drowning out Bob's.
Chapter 20
Jodi stood smiling, as Ernie screamed. For a grown, middle-aged man he sure screamed like a little girl. She'd cut both his nipples off and stuck them on the top of his bald head. Blood oozed from the two holes in his doughy chest as Bob looked on with his remaining eye.
"You enjoying this Bobby? You're next, you know," she said.
"Fuck you."
"You already did. Now you're just fucked."
She picked up a staple gun from the tool bench and undid his pants. His dick hung limp but grew hard as she stroked it.
"Oh yeah. You like that don't you."
"Stop it."
"What, baby? Doesn't it feel good?"
"Please. Please stop."
"Now, isn't it nice to be able to say ‘no'? Imagine how I felt with your nasty, gross dick rubbing all against me and inside me and I couldn't say a word. You think that was fun? You think I enjoyed that?"
"You probably did. Whore." He said.
She squeezed his dick, pressed the nail gun to it and placed a staple the tip of his dick. Blood squirted from the tip as Bob shrieked.
"I bet you liked that too, huh? Whore." She said.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, you stupid cunt! I'm going to cut a dozen holes in you and fuck every single one of them!" he yelled.
"I don't think so, Bob. You see, this isn't going to work anymore." She pressed his cock against his stomach and stapled a dozen staples into his penis, attaching it to his stomach.
"That fucking hurts!"
"Oh, it does? I'm so sorry. I should fix that for you," she grabbed his dick and yanked on it as hard as she could. The penis' flesh ripped and tore as the staples remained in place, but the now shredded cock hung there all bloody and mangled.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You fucking cunt!"
"Seriously? Bitch, cunt, cunt, bitch. Can't you think of any better words to use? Not very creative, are you?"
"Fuck you!"
"Yeah and that too. Let's see. I haven't gotten to your nipples yet. Let's take care of those things."
"No! No!" he screamed as she grabbed the knife and with one swipe, removed his left nipple.
She was somewhat frightened, yet thrilled about how much fun she was having, torturing these assholes. She held up Bob's severed nipple in front of his face.
"Damn Bob, you got some big ass sausage titties."
This time, Bob didn't have a response. She took the staple gun and stapled the nipple to the middle of his chest. From there she cut the other nipple off and stapled it next to the first one. He screamed through gritted teeth, as she stood looking him up and down. This thing was a pathetic and broken shadow of the monster who had raped her repeatedly and cut a girl's nose off and face fucked her to death.
Now he was bleeding, crying, sobbing and screaming. All she'd done was brought out the weak little boy that he truly was. She walked over to the table, grabbed the crowbar, and cracked him on the knee, eliciting another scream. She heard some bone crunch as the steel crowbar made contact. She cut the tape loose on his hands, pushed him forward and taped his hands behind his back. She'd expected some fight from him, but he gave very little.
She cut his feet loose and pulled on his arm.
"Ok, stand up," she ordered. He stood, limping on one leg.
"I think you broke my fucking leg," he said.
"Too bad. We're going for a ride," she said as she turned and looked at Ernie. "Don't go anywhere."
She pushed him up the stairs, which took forever as he hobbled along. She carried the knife in her hand, down to her side, his hands were securely taped behind his back.
"Try anything stupid, and I'll cut your fucking throat," she said.
She got him up the stairs, led him to her car, and buckled him tightly into the front seat. She got into the driver's seat and started the car.
"You know you won't get away with this," Bob said.
"I really don't give a shit if I do or not."
"Unlike you, I have friends, family. People will be looking for me. You'll be the first one they suspect. You, no one even noticed was gone. How did that have to feel? That you could have been gone forever, and no one would have missed you."
"Doesn't matter. I can't live knowing you two are still existing in any way, shape or form. So here we are. If I go to jail, then it's worth it. At least I can still walk and talk in prison. That is provided I even get caught."
"You're awfully confident."
"I'm killing you pretty easily aren't I?" she said. They said nothing for the next fifteen minutes as Jodi drove off the main road and onto a dirt road into a large, empty field. Night had fallen as they drove, leaving her headlights as the only illumination.
She came to a stop almost a mile off the road and shut the car off. As she got out, she opened the door and got Bob out, walking him to a large hole she had dug earlier in the day. The hole was slightly larger than Bob's height, and four feet deep.
"What the fuck is this?" he said as he hobbled up to the hole. "You're going to bury me alive?"
"Yes, but you'll have a chance," she said as she pushed him in. He landed on his back with a thud, knocking the wind out of him. He gasped for air until he got his breath back.
"I'm going to give you a challenge," she went to the car and grabbed something out of the back seat. Walking back to him,
she tossed a small garden shovel into the hole. Landing next to him, and a small knife.
"You'll have about thirty seconds once you're buried before you pass out, maybe a minute or so before you die. If you can cut the tape off yourself and dig your way out, then you'll be free. If not, well you know."
"Are you fucking crazy? I can't do that!"
"Then I guess you'll die," she said as she began shoveling dirt on top of him. She started with his legs and most of his body. Finally, she began throwing dirt over his face. He coughed and gagged as he tried cursing at her some more, but couldn't speak. He kept wiggling around, trying to get to the knife. It looked like he'd reached it, but hadn't been able to cut himself free. After almost an hour, he was entirely covered, and where the hole had just been, there was now a large mound of fresh dirt. She took out her phone and looked at the time. After three minutes had passed, she let out a brief sigh.
"Damn, sorry Bob. Time's up." She turned and tossed the shovel into the trunk, started the car and headed back to her house. Time to spend some quality time with Ernie.
Chapter 21
As soon as Jodi and Bob left the house, Ernie kicked his struggling into high gear. The duct tape around his arms had loosened up some. He attempted to rotate his arm from side to side, but his arm barely moved. He kept up the action, working it more and more vigorously. The tape on his right hand was starting to give. She'd used less on his right hand than his left. Her roll of tape had run out, so she just stopped at that.
With his teeth gritted, he worked his arm back and forth frantically. The tape began to give way, allowing more mobility until it was so stretched out he could move his arm around. Finally, he was able to slide his arm free. With his free arm, he struggled with the tape on his other hand. The tape was on tight, plus with his hands all sweaty and bloody they just slipped off when he tried peeling the tape back.
Looking around, he realized he was just a few feet from her work bench. He leaned over with his free hand, reaching as much as he could, but it was still too far. Bracing himself, he jerked himself upward, trying to use his weight to scoot the chair over. He got it over a couple of inches and repeated it for several minutes until he could reach the work bench. The box cutters were just at his fingertips. He stretched out until his fingers were touching it. Wiggling them just a bit, the box cutter was now in his reach.
Grabbing it, he cut his other hand free, his waist and then his feet. He tried not to look down at the bloody holes in his chest as well as the other damage Jodi had inflicted. He stood, trying to get feeling back into his feet. They'd long fallen asleep. Trying to stand on two numb feet was no easy task. Ernie steadied himself on the work bench, moving each foot in circles.
Eventually, enough feeling came back for him to walk. He climbed the stairs and looked around the living room. He stepped into the hall and almost made it to the front door, just before it swung open. He ducked into a closet as Jodi came walking in. Through the small window, he could see her hair was matted, and she looked filthy. As he figured, Bob was no longer in the picture.
"She buried him," he whispered to himself. She headed down the hallway toward the cellar. Timing it just right, Ernie swung the door open, hitting her in the face. She flew backward, her eyes went wide as soon as she saw Ernie.
"Motherfucker!" she screamed as she scrambled to her feet. He grabbed her by the hair and slammed his knee into her face. She crumpled to the ground as he stood over her. He grabbed her under her arms and dragged her outside and to his car. Digging for his keys, he popped the trunk and stuffed her inside. He climbed into the car and started the engine. He was a mess, but at least he was free.
Chapter 22
Jodi was sure she was still knocked out because this had to be a nightmare. She was tied to a chair in Ernie's dollhouse, except she could move. Her nose throbbed from the blast to the face she’d taken. Her eyes were watering, but her vision was coming into focus as she noticed the new "dolls" sitting across from her were all new girls since she'd escaped. Part of her heart sank, knowing the other girls who’d been there were likely dead.
Had the cops just believed her long enough or looked closely enough, they might have been saved. All of them might have. As the reality of her current situation began setting in, terror rose in her throat, just as Ernie stepped into the room.
"Oh good! You're awake," Ernie said. He'd changed his shirt and cleaned himself up some. She wanted to scream but there was tape over her mouth. Guess she couldn't ask him how his nipples were doing.
"I wanted you to be awake for this part. You're back home now." He said as he pulled a tube out from under her shirt. Her feeding tube. He'd put her feeding tube back in. Fuck! No! She struggled and squirmed as he held the funnel up into the tube and began pouring the moonseed berry juice into it. She felt the cold liquid hit her insides, unable to do anything about it and knowing its exact effects.
"There, now give it just a few minutes, everything will be just fine," he soothed.
Along with the terror, she was filled with both anger and regret. She’d had Ernie tied up. She’d had the upper hand. All she'd had to do was kill him and then go on with her life. Instead she’d gotten cocky, and now she was back in this prison, this hell.
Struggling against the zip ties holding her to the chair became harder and harder as the toxin took effect. First, her feet stopped moving, then her hands. Her screams against the tape soon turned to whimpers as she became completely paralyzed. Once she could no longer move, Ernie leaned in, looking at her face closely. His breath smelled like beef jerky and beer as he looked her over.
"Ok good. Since we've been through this before, we'll just take one more precaution." He said as he held up a bone saw and a blowtorch. "You know, just in case it ever wears off again."
He knelt down at her feet, and pain screamed through her left leg as the whirring of the bone saw filled the room. She felt every last bit of the saw slicing through her ankle until there was the dull thud of her severed foot hitting the floor. The searing, unfathomable pain was followed by an intense burning sensation as he used the blowtorch to cauterize the wound. Once he finished, Ernie began on the other foot.
She wanted to scream, wiggle and squirm as the saw cut away her bone and flesh but was helpless to do anything. Once the foot was gone, he cauterized that one. By the time he stood, both her stumps throbbed with dull but agonizingly stinging pain through her body.
"There, all done. Now if you manage to escape, best you can do is crawl to the door. I'll let you get some rest. We're gonna have a busy day tomorrow." He said as he picked her up and carried her into one of the back rooms and laid her on the bed, flat on her back. He turned off the light and walked out.
As she lay there in the darkness, she felt the tear running down her cheek as she stared up at nothing. If Hell actually existed, this was it. While so many she knew spent their lives running from death, she'd found the one thing worse than death, and there was no end in sight. After a few hours, she drifted off to sleep, praying to every deity she could think of, not to let her wake up again. The morning came, and she did awake. Ernie spent the day bathing her and violating her body in every way imaginable. He was careful not to cause her any serious injury, but he repeatedly placed his penis into every orifice on her body. During the abuse, she had either passed out or fallen asleep. When she awoke again, she sat at the table and watched him beat and torture another girl. Soon every day became like the one before it. "Dolls" came and went, but Jodi was the one constant. She was always there for Ernie to play with. Every day. With no end in sight.
The End
Sneak peek at Tim Miller's next release, Psychoville, coming soon!
Chapter 1
Deputy Spurlock sat in the cruiser waiting for a car to go by. At this point, he didn't mind if they weren't even speeding. He'd find a reason to stop them. It had been at least a week since someone had passed through here. He wasn't even sure why they had a police department, but here he was. Pay wa
sn't great, but it was better than working in the fields. The folks around there raised hogs, chickens, goats and some cattle.
Only the Dugan's raised cattle, and not very many of them. Last time Spurlock had been by there, Mr. Dugan had maybe four or five steers, and they looked malnourished. Not to mention there was nowhere around here to sell the things. Folks usually raised something they'd eat themselves. Though Dugan's oldest boy, Dexter, would sometimes go out and hump one of the steers. If Spurlock hadn't seen it himself, he wouldn't have believed it. Though that wasn't the weirdest thing, someone might see around here.
The steer was just a bit too tall for Dex, so he stood up on a foot stool, whipped out his pecker and started humping away. The kids seemed to be having a good old time too. The steer, on the other hand, looked bored. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a woman screaming. He looked up and around but couldn't see anyone. After a minute, he heard it again.
Spurlock got out of the car and walked around. His hiding spot was back off the road hidden behind some trees and bushes. There were woods covering both sides of the road. The trees provided a tiny bit of shade in the Texas heat, but not very much. He walked toward the sound of the screaming. It stopped for a second, but he heard it again, this time followed by the sound of sticks breaking and heavy breathing.
He moved toward the sound when he saw her. The girl was naked and covered in filth. Her long blonde hair was dirty and matted to the side as she ran through the woods, as branches scraped and scratched her skin. She saw Spurlock and ran toward him. He grabbed her by the shoulders as she nearly fell into his arms.
"Help! Please! Help me! These men! They're trying to kill me! They killed my friend!" she screamed.
"There. It's ok. Shh. You're safe now. I got you."
