Depravity

by Woodhead, Ian

  Mrs Kirkwood complained about the hard chair in the dining room. She complained that her egg wasn't soft enough, she even accused the Patterson family, sitting at the table next to her, that one of them had put salt in her coffee. To top it all, the woman even found the time to stand up and announce to the rest of the guest doing their best to ignore her that this just had to be the worst hotel she'd stayed in.

  Kevin watched the proceedings with great interest. He so enjoyed people watching. Her posture told him that this woman expected to leave this hotel without paying, that the hotel owners would do anything to keep her happy and appeased. He got the impression that she did this kind of thing often. Kevin placed his elbows on the desk and settled his head between his hands, while mentally projecting the image of what his dad had done to the entire Brown family. They were the ones who stayed in the room last. Apart from the little girl, the rest of them were now hung in the walk in freezer. Both he and Angela had eaten that girl whilst she was still fresh.

  No matter how hard he projected that thought, the silly woman refused to pick it up. He silently sighed, knowing he'd done his part in trying to help her out. Was she even aware that she had signed her own death warrant? He didn't even need to watch his dad's left hand clench and unclench to know that she wouldn't live to see another day.

  It was the whole irony of the situation that put a smile on Kevin's face. Mrs Kirkwood would have been one of the rare individuals allowed to leave the hotel unharmed. Waking up to discover Kevin wearing a dress five sizes too big for him leaning over her head must have been a bit of a shock for the woman.

  Not as much of a shock as having a huge hand clamped over her mouth, followed by a rabbit punch in the guts. Through what must have felt like a nuclear explosion going off in her stomach, she heard no hissing, no snarling or gloating. Both of them worked with speed. Aware of the incredible risk factor in transporting their target out of the designated public areas.

  They secured tape over her mouth and bound her wrists and ankles, before slipping a draw string cloth bag over the woman's head. The woman didn't weigh that much but this advantage was offset by her wriggling like she was on fire.

  His dad punched her again then slung her now still body over his shoulder while Kevin softly opened her door.

  The fat man accused Kevin of being over cautious, telling him that moving the targets into a safe area had never presented any problem. Even if one of the bunnies were light sleepers or suffered from insomnia, and just happened to walk out at the exact moment when they were moving a body, so what?

  It just meant more flesh to play with.

  He pushed Kevin out of the way and trampled along the carpet, making no attempt to soften his movements, while Kevin stood there, his hand still gripping that metal handle, terrified that one of them would open their door. His dad reached the last door, turned around and grinned at Kevin before raising his fist and braying on the door. Kevin yelped and raced towards his father, hearing shuffling noises coming from inside the Patterson's room.

  His dad just chuckled whilst he carried the woman's body down the stairs.

  Kevin heard a door clicking open once they'd both entered his dad's jointing room. The man looked down at Kevin, still grinning as the door clicked shut. There were occasions when he wasn't sure if his dad was trying to prove a point or playing a prank on him.

  Mrs Kirkwood managed to stay alive for almost three hours. For the first time since the change, his dad didn't kill her immediately. Perhaps if she hadn't been such a whiny little bitch, the gobby woman might had been given a quick and relatively pain-free execution. Then again, if she had kept her mouth shut, she would have left their hotel and tootled down the road in that fucked up car she'd turned up in. Her mouth running off had put her shivering naked body on dad's stone slab.

  Kevin thought his dad tried to make a statement in the woman's final hours. Kevin wasn't too sure as to whom his statement was directed at though, as it's not as though Mrs Kirkwood would be leaving this room in one piece.

  He had stripped her and got the woman's body on the slab before she was even aware of her fate. Perhaps his two punches had done more damage than he intended? Not that it mattered. Once he was satisfied she wasn't going to move, he grabbed his favourite Stanley knife and cut one inch slits into each side of her face.

  In the blink of an eye, he'd really given the daft cow something to complain about.

  Kevin turned the crisp packet inside out and licked off the tiny crisp crumbs and flavour residue. It could be a while before he tasted these again so he intended not to waste even a single speck.

  Why didn't his dad fuck the old woman? He pondered on that thought whilst watching the man peel the skin from the top of her thighs. It wasn't because of her age. His dad had never care about that before. The fat man would push that cock of his into any hole. In fact it was pretty much a certainty that once his blood was up, his pants would be around his ankles. Not this time though, and that fact worried Kevin more than it should have done.

  Annie Kirkwood was sixty-nine, and was so looking forward to her big seven '0' in August.

  The woman had over eleven thousand pounds in her savings account, owned two houses and been married four times. Kevin had discovered all of that and many other interesting facts whilst doing the inventory on her possessions, including that Annie Kirkwood was on her way to visit her younger sister and was due to get there in five days time. She had bookings for another five hotels in her bag. Kevin took pride in knowing that their intervention had saved another five hotel owners a great deal of stress and anxiety. The woman wouldn't be annoying anybody else ever again, dad had hung what was left of the shredded carcass in the freezer. He told Kevin that she was to be the first person to go through his new wood chipper.

  Kevin placed the Tupperware box beside him, stood up and slowly made his way over to the shed doorway. Okay, so this was a little strange. He saw no sign of his dad. He had rolled up the hose and just vanished. Kevin wasn't too sure what to do. He placed a hand over his mouth to suppress a yawn before turning back. He still had his custard creams to eat yet.

  Kevin thrust his hands into the pockets of the overalls and discovered they weren't completely empty. He sat back down, his left hand clenched around something long, cold and solid. He placed the Tupperware box back on his lap and pulled out his fist. “What do we have here?” he said uncurling his fingers.

  It was the key to his parent’s private rooms. His heart began to beat a little faster. Kevin hadn't been allowed up there for years. They'd been no explanation as to why his visiting privileges were cut but he did have the suspicious feeling that perhaps Dad might have suspected Kevin and Mum were getting a little too close.

  There was no way that this had been left in these pockets by mistake, no way at all. Dad didn't make mistakes. This was the fucking stick! He began to sweat, not daring to move. Kevin looked at that single packet of biscuits and felt the chewed up contents of that box suddenly wanting to jump back in there. Once found, he couldn't ignore it. Kevin had to go. He'd been summoned, this was how things worked.

  Why couldn't he have found this damn key after he'd finished off every item in his pleasure box? It so wasn't fair. There's no way he's be able to eat those biscuits now. Kevin dug around the mess on the floor until his foot found the lid. He clipped it on the container and placed the box on top of his bucket before making his way out of the shed. Fucking hell, this felt as though he'd just eaten his last meal before his execution.

  Like the stick would turn into him ending up on dad's slab. That thought was too ridiculous for words. With luck, it would be a nice foam covered stick as opposed to one wrapped in barbed wire, with a few nails sticking out of the end. He didn't think his water soaked body could take another beating.

  He followed the stone path that ran from dad's shed and up to the locked gate. Once through that, he'd be back inside the hotel's public grounds, and a bit more closer to what his dad had lined up for him.
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  The hotel's shadow touched him just before he reached that gate and a cold chill ran down the middle of his spine. Deep down, Kevin knew that it was nothing more that the sudden lack of sunlight combined with the fact that the fat cunt now waiting for him jet-washed his body in ice-cold water. Even so, this didn't kill the fear, nor did it allow him to lift his eyes off his bare feet.

  His final destination, the room their room, his pretend parents' sacred chamber looked down on this side of the hotel grounds. For all he knew, his dad could be watching him from the window, just waiting for Kevin to look up and give him a hateful, defiant glare.

  Kevin slammed back the bolt and pulled the six foot gate towards him. He immediately felt a pair of eyes scrutinising his movements. They didn't belong to his psychotic fake parent from twenty foot above him, these belonged to someone much closer to Kevin.

  Oh God, this was so uncomfortable. Those baby blue eyes tracked his every movement. Watching, staring, probably judging. Just who did she think she was? He pushed his lips between his teeth, reminding himself that he should be used to this by now. The hotel guests, most of them, remembered their manners. They treated the grounds and the staff with a little decency. This never seemed to apply to their kids though.

  He knew exactly why all the private areas were clearly marked and locked at all times. Kevin attempted to calm himself down by giving the Patterson girl a wane smile.

  The little shit responded by giving him the single finger and pushing out her tongue. Unreal, the little bitch couldn't be any older than fifteen, just a couple of years younger than himself. Kevin maintained an air of professionalism by not responding to her provocations.

  As he trundled towards the main doors, he created a mental comparison list between him and that Patterson girl. Christ, what was her name? Christina or Charlotte, something like that. In her favour, she was very pretty. Judging from the way she dressed and her interactions with the other males in the hotel, (Except for him of course, the nasty bitch) she already knew how to flirt. Kevin had seen the dirty tart flutter her eyebrows at his dad. This probably meant that she had a boyfriend back home, maybe even two. Christina or was it Cassie had no doubt spread her legs on a few occasions already. Her parents obviously spoilt her rotten and let her get away with absolute murder. Kevin had to suppress a smirk at that thought.

  She probably lived in a very pleasant leafy and expensive area. He got that impression from their well-crafted clothes and the top of the range BMW they'd arrived in. She no doubt had lots of friends, and every weekend they all go to the cinema, or bowling, maybe even ice-skating.

  All of which he scored a big fat zero against his name. Kevin wasn't even allowed out of the hotel grounds, never mind going to the cinema. He reached the front doors and turned around, watching the spiteful cow hit mum's roses with a thin stick.

  She also had very large breasts for her age. They moved in an opposite direction to her when she jumped around, destroying those flowers. He slowly smiled. What she didn't have though was a guarantee that her life would continue past four in the morning.

  Kevin hurried inside and climbed the stairs, he even found himself whistling a little tune. Let Dad do whatever he wanted. It wouldn't be any worse to what the mean bastard had done to him in the past. Unlike the Patterson girl, Kevin Morris would at least live to see the sun come up.

  He was going to ask the fat man if he could help him with the Patterson family tonight. In fact, he would insist upon it. He was going to fuck her mum then he would fuck her too. Dad wouldn't mind that, he always did admonish Kevin for his lack of sexual stamina. Kevin might have to wait though. His dad liked them young and tender.

  He'd like to see the dirty little bitch stick out her tongue while she lay on the slab, her arms and legs stabbed down while his pushed himself into her. He would even squeeze those breasts as hard as he could. That would teach her for treating him like something she'd just stood in.

  The door next to him opened and the girl's mother walked out. She gave him a small smile before making her way down the stairs. He had to turn around to hide his erection. Kevin raced past all the other doors and slammed through the double doors at the end of the corridor. The private sanctum was now within sight. He pulled out the key and held it tight as his feet ate up the last few metres.

  Pushing the key into the lock and turning it was one of the most difficult tasks Kevin had ever accomplished. It was such an anti-climax when he tentatively pushed the door inwards and found nothing in there but floating dust and the faint smell of talcum powder. His mind then casually informed him that Kevin might have got it all wrong, that the key really had been left in there by accident, that his dad was right now waiting impatiently for him in the shed, that when he looked out of the window, he'd seeing his dad looking up at him, silently growling whilst holding a packet of custard creams in one hand and the hooked up hose in the other.

  The window was right in front of him. It called out, needing Kevin to gaze through that dirty glass. What else could he do? Kevin slowly made his way over to the window, trying to keep his eyes from straying, but he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t the only member of their dysfunctional family not allowed to enter these rooms. His dad had locked that door and as far as Kevin knew nobody had been in here for almost a decade. Lying beside the skirting board, next to his mum’s old chair, Kevin spotted her favourite hairbrush. It seemed like only yesterday when he used that to unknot her hair, brushing those locks until they shined.

  Everything in this room had some nostalgic value. Kevin wished he hadn’t come up here now, it brought back too many pleasant thoughts. It reminded him exactly how shit his life had become.

  It so wasn’t fair.

  He reached the window and gazed down at the expanse of green, saddened to see that even those two red blocks of colour, his mum’s rose beds had gone. His sadness found comfort in watching the Patterson girl’s mum giving her a right bollocking. Kevin could see right down both their tops, yet getting another erection was the last thing on his mind.

  “Well, you took your time getting here,” growled the voice of his dad.

  Kevin dare not move a muscle. Down below, the two Patterson females were continuing their heated argument, obviously not realising that they should be savouring their time left, and not wasting it on pointless words.

  Pointless words were not on the agenda up here. Every harsh syllable barked from that cruel mouth felt like a punch in the guts. He must have walked past the man without even noticing him. How had he managed to do that? It made a complete mockery of his supposed cautious nature.

  “Don’t make me repeat my words, Kevin.”

  He did as ordered, knowing those mental punches would turn into physical ones if he didn’t obey. Kevin sucked back a terrified sob and the sight of his dad stood over a bound up body. It hadn’t been only his dad he’d walked past. Kevin had gone straight to the window without even realising his mum was in here as well!

  The fat man took his foot off her shoulder and bent down, holding a serrated bread knife over her exposed throat. “I sense that you want to help her?”

  Kevin ran forward only to find himself flying backwards and crashing against the chair. He shook away the dizziness before wrapping his fingers around the chair leg. “If you’ve hurt my mum, I swear I’ll fucking end you!”

  The other man chuckled. “Oh, so now you’re suddenly a real man? What if I’ve already killed her then? Will you still try to end me?”

  “No, please. Don’t say that.”

  “Fuck, you’re such a girl. I should have left you in that cellar to rot. You’re going to be no good to me.”

  His dad placed his foot against the woman’s shoulder. “They said that I was to carve you, to shape you into someone capable of performing the duties needed. They said you were the best candidate. Those fuckers never took this fag bag’s unhealthy obsession with young boy meat into consideration.” He growled as he strained to push her forward. She rocked a coup
le of times before landing flat on her back. “There, you see. She’s still alive.”

  Her eyes darted around the room before finally finding Kevin. He stared into those globes, seeing terror and confusion behind those fleshy orbs. He’d witnessed those emotions countless times in the people they’d taken from the guest rooms, but to see them in the eyes of someone he cared for was the most heart rending experience in his life. “Please, Dad. Don’t kill her!” he screamed, stealing his gaze away from her and looking at that knife he still held in his hands.

  “Why would I want to kill her, Kevin? Oh, that’s right, it’s because she’s turned you against me. She has made you soft. How am I supposed to carve you when the material is like fucking bubble gum?” he shouted.

  The man stepped over her body and spun the knife around, presenting the handle to Kevin. “Here you go.”

  “I’m not going to do it!

  “Fine, then cut her free. I’ve washed my hands of the pair of you.” He dropped the knife into Kevin’s palm then retreated over to the window. “Just don’t take too long about it, we still have lunch to prepare.”

  Kevin crawled over to his mum, tears rolling down his cheeks. Why did his dad have to be so mean to him all the time? She wouldn’t stop shaking her head. That hurt him, it really cut him deep, the woman obviously thought he was going to do his dad’s bidding. Well he’d show her, Kevin would show the pair of them. He pulled himself up and took hold of her bound wrists, despairing at the amount of duct tape that the vicious bastard had used. Not that it mattered, this blade would soon cut through all of that. Kevin sawed at the tape, being careful that the blade didn’t nick any of her flesh, an almost impossible task considering how much she struggled. It was almost like she wanted to stay like this. He persevered at the task not listening to her moans as well as ignoring his dad’s quiet laughter.

  It was only after he saw thick blood soaking through the last layers of silver tape, coating the knife as well as his hands when he understood exactly why the bastard over there was laughing. Kevin jumped back. He dropped the knife and pressed his hands tight against his mum’s wrists but it did no good. The blood pissed out through the gaps in his fingers.