Knowing what Jason was asking, “No, we didn’t shoot any captives on entry, but the boy the man was raping was dying. He couldn’t have been much older than five,” Arthur replied. “There’s nothing we could’ve done to save him without major surgery, so I ended his pain.”
“Adam, Eve, come,” Jason called out, heading to the building with a seething anger building. He saw Samantha reach Wendy and watched her grab the woman’s arms as she fought Wendy to get her severed tit from her mouth. Grabbing the woman’s arms, Samantha held them above the woman’s head and pinned them with her feet.
“Suck that tit, bitch!” Samantha screamed.
Holding the bloody, severed breast with blood-soaked gloves was proving somewhat of a challenge to Wendy, but she was managing. “You heard her! Bite down on the nipple just like you wanted that little boy to do!” Wendy screamed.
Suddenly, Samantha dropped down with her knees on the woman’s arms and Jason heard the woman scream out around the tit Wendy was forcing into her mouth. Angling his walk more to the side to get a better view, Jason saw Samantha had pulled her spring assisted knife out and had buried it in the woman’s bicep and was twisting it. The way the woman was screaming, Jason was certain his wife had hit the bone. “Suck your tit, bitch!” Samantha screamed.
When the woman started sucking her own severed tit, Samantha stopped twisting the blade, and the woman sucked harder. Wendy leaned over the woman’s face grinning. “See? Just like you told that boy, sucking on your tit would help with his pain and make you feel better,” Wendy told her in a soothing voice. The fact that Samantha wasn’t crying, Jason knew it meant his wife was at a level of anger she had never reached before.
“Samantha, can you hold her tit so she can keep sucking it?” Wendy asked but never took her gaze off the woman’s eyes.
Grabbing the lump of flesh, “Gladly,” Samantha answered and saw Wendy grab the other breast by the nipple and pull, stretching it out. The woman stopped sucking and Samantha twisted the knife. “Keep sucking because I’m a nurse practitioner and my husband’s an ER doctor. I can keep your ass alive for a fucking year exposing you to new wonders of pain every day,” Samantha warned and the woman started sucking away like a newborn.
The woman squealed around the lump of flesh in her mouth as Wendy slowly sawed away with her knife, removing the other breast. Samantha lifted her eyes and saw bite marks from a tiny mouth on the breast Wendy was sawing off. With the ease the knife was cutting through flesh Samantha could tell it was very sharp and wished the knife was dull. When she was done, Wendy held the other nipple to the woman’s mouth. “Suck both of them,” she smiled. “I’m sure it’ll make you feel twice as good,” Wendy told her, having never looked away from the woman’s eyes.
Ten minutes later, Wendy saw the light leave the woman’s eyes and she stood up. Not saying a word, she moved over to the next one and Samantha followed. Samantha could see the exit wounds at the pelvis, below the man’s belly button, as he cradled the spots where the hollow point 9mm rounds had blown out. “He was a cheerleader in there,” Wendy sneered, dropping on the man’s chest. “I want you to cheer for me.”
Really wanting to watch the show, Jason knew they were still exposed and kept scanning the area for any hostiles. The other three captives who were outside were all huddled into tight balls whimpering quietly. All of those beside the burning barrel that he and Samantha had shot, except two gang members and the captive trying to save her rapist, were now dead. For the first time, Jason really looked at them. For all intents and purposes, they looked like normal people. Then he looked at the seven Wendy had shot. Only one had pants on. Two had underwear and the woman had panties but other than that, they were naked. Except for the two Wendy and Samantha had already visited, the others weren’t covered in their own blood yet.
None of the bodies had jailhouse tattoos. The tit woman who’d only had panties on did have a tattoo. It was like tattoos many women, including his wife, had. The kind commonly called a ‘tramp stamp’. It was a rose in the small of her back that was now surrounded by four 9mm entries.
Nearly thirty minutes later, Wendy and Samantha stood up over the last one as he died. Samantha was bloody, but Wendy looked like ‘Carrie’ from the movie of the same name. Wendy was literally dripping blood from her clothes.
Grabbing his PTT, “They’re done, Arthur, if you want to let the captives go now,” Jason called over the radio.
Shoving her knife back in the scabbard, “Those inside aren’t going any goddamn where except hell,” Wendy snarled walking past Jason. He watched as Wendy pulled her AR from her back and walked inside and he followed with Samantha. There were five women with shackles around their ankles kneeling along one wall with their hands on their heads. All were crying and looking down at the floor as Daisy stood in front of them, watching for any movement.
Jason saw a propane heater on the floor where a bunch of sleeping cots were arranged in a circle. In the middle of the circle, he saw a towel draped over a tiny body. Cradling her AR across her chest, Wendy gracefully walked over to the line of women. “You fucking whores were laughing while that little boy cried,” Wendy growled.
“They told us to,” one whimpered loudly.
“Oh,” Wendy nodded then looked off. “I guess that’s okay then,” she replied, then turned back to face them as a few stopped crying and looked up. “You did as you were told and laughed as you watched a little baby boy getting raped so bad he had no chance to live through the blood loss.”
The ones who looked up got frightful expressions seeing Wendy’s bloody face looking at them with dead eyes. “Well, I’m telling you, die screaming and tell Satan to rape your asses when you get to hell,” Wendy snarled, then swiveled her AR. Not even bringing the gun to her shoulder, a green laser shot out from the foregrip. When it landed on the first woman’s chest, Wendy squeezed the trigger. A muffled cough sounded from her AR and the woman jerked as the round punched into her chest. Wendy moved down the line sending one round into each of the women’s chests.
“Wendy, it’s kind of hard to scream when you shoot them in the chest,” Arthur chuckled, and Jason saw Arthur was looking toward a closet in the front corner. “Yeah, they have to be idiots to think I didn’t see them run in.”
For the first time, Wendy gave a cheerful chuckle. “The one with the knife was screaming ‘The Caravan Man’ in an octave only a little girl should be able to reach.”
As Wendy slapped in a new magazine, “Want me to send some rounds through the door?” Jason asked, really wanting to.
“Nah, the one with the knife is going to be Wendy’s new bitch,” Arthur replied.
Turning to Arthur and batting her blood-caked eyelashes, “You always get me such nice gifts,” Wendy told him.
“You still want to hunt one?” Arthur asked, and Wendy nodded rapidly with an open mouth grin.
Giving Wendy a wink and then motioning for everyone to spread out, “You in the closet, come out slowly,” Arthur called out.
“We’ll kill this bitch if you don’t leave!” a man’s voice shouted back.
“Jason, send one over their heads,” Arthur called out and Jason sent a round through the door about six feet up and everyone heard cries of alarm in the closet. “As you can see, I don’t give a shit. The five out here are dead. I don’t let captives go who laugh when little boys are raped. I let my wife have ‘em,” Arthur called out then grinned. “But, since I’m running out of witnesses on this raid, one of you will be my wife’s bitch for the day. If you answer all the questions she asks and are a good bitch, promising her you’ll tell everyone you meet about how the Caravan Man and his merry bunch took out your old friends, you’ll be set loose.”
“Let both of us be her bitch,” another male voice cried out.
Nodding at Jason then the door, Arthur chuckled as Jason sent another round in almost the exact same hole left by the first one. “No, my wife only gets one bitch. The other gets a very special treat. For the f
irst time ever, I’m going to let one go. You’ll get a one minute head start, then my wife will chase you with her knife. If she catches you, then it’s game over. But if you can stay out of her reach for thirty minutes, you’re free to run your ass out of the state,” Arthur offered.
After thirty seconds and the door still didn’t open, “My patience is wearing thin, fuckers. I’m about to send in the dogs. I do that and both deals are off. I’ll patch up one outside who’s still alive so they can spread the word,” Arthur warned. No sooner than he stopped speaking the door opened.
A naked girl who looked around fifteen came out with a knife to her throat, and two naked ‘men’ who didn’t look much more than two or three years older than her, cowered behind the teen with wide-eyed fear. “Compliance, that’s a good start,” Arthur crooned. “Now, toss the knife away.”
“No, let both of us run away,” the knife holder demanded.
In the space of a heartbeat Arthur brought his AR to his shoulder and the girl’s legs gave out as she fainted. As the girl started to drop, a muffled pop sounded and the knife holder twisted as a round punched into his right shoulder joint, nearly severing his arm. The young gang member let out a howl of pain as he dropped to the floor and all of a sudden, his buddy was looking down the barrels of four rifles and had four dogs growling at him.
“Look who gets to be the rabbit for my hunt!” Wendy sang out as the one standing slowly raised his hands over his head.
“Jason, you got that torch handy?” Arthur asked with a smirk.
“Filled it up before we left,” Jason answered, digging in his left thigh pocket. He pulled out a micro butane torch and then pulled the trigger to release a very narrow blue flame.
“Can you tend to Wendy’s new bitch while I let her hunt this rabbit?”
Giving a nod, “I’ll make sure her new bitch will be ready to serve after her hunt,” Jason stated proudly. “You do remember we still have three cowering out front, right? There were four,” Jason grinned. “Samantha’s glove was wet so her finger slipped.”
Knowing that was bullshit but that Samantha had a reason to drop a captive, Arthur didn’t give a shit. “We’ll get Samantha some new gloves,” Arthur said, motioning the rabbit to the back door.
“I get one minute, right?” he panted out with wide eyes.
Shaking his head, “No, your buddy didn’t drop the knife, so now you only get a thirty-second head start,” Arthur answered. “Hey, if your buddy would’ve hurt the girl, you wouldn’t have even gotten a head start.”
As Arthur and Wendy led the rabbit to the back door, Samantha moved over with Jason and saw the girl had a small cut on her throat, but it wasn’t any worse than a long razor nick. The young man was rolling around and moaning as he cradled his destroyed shoulder and Jason dropped on his chest with his knees pinning the young man down. “Be still,” Jason said, holding up the torch and then pressing the button to send out the flame.
The bitch tried to struggle as Jason lowered the torch and Jason felt Samantha drop behind him to hold the young man’s legs from thrashing about as Jason cauterized the wound. “You really need to stop moving so I can do this properly,” Jason advised in a pleasant tone, as flesh started to sizzle. “I’m not enjoying this any more than you are,” Jason lied with a smile.
As he moved the torch slowly around the wound the young man suddenly froze, and Jason looked over at his face to see wide eyes looking up at the ceiling as the young man breathed through pursed lips. “Oh, good boy. You’re going to be tough,” Jason chuckled.
“No, he’s a pussy,” Samantha said behind him. Swiveling his head around, Jason found Samantha had pinned both legs. Jason then moved his gaze upward to find Samantha squeezing the young man’s entire cluster so tight it was turning white.
With an uncomfortable wince, Jason turned back around and continued to cauterize the wound. “I’m just telling you this for future reference. Cauterizing isn’t the best method to use, but you were being a bad bitch,” Jason chided as the young man panted through pursed lips with sweat pouring from his face.
Never loosening her grip, Samantha leaned up to Jason’s ear. “I want to do the entry next time so you can get me a bitch,” she whispered, and Jason busted out laughing.
Chapter Three
Heebie Jeebies
Coming out the back door, Arthur told Donald and Daisy to sit then turned to the rabbit. “You have thirty seconds. On your mark, get set, go,” Arthur smirked, and the young man took off in a sprint that Arthur was sure would’ve won an Olympic medal.
“Fuck,” he gasped watching the naked man sprint off. “Let me wound his ass…just a little?” he asked as Wendy moved in front of him.
“I can catch him,” Wendy scoffed glancing at her watch. “I’m proving a point. I let my rabbits go unarmed. You let yours go and give chase while they shoot at your ass.”
“You do remember the last time you did a rabbit hunt you sprained your ankle,” Arthur reminded her.
“That was seven years ago and I still caught the fucker, didn’t I?”
Nodding, “Yes, but I had to carry your ass off over my shoulder before any neighbors showed up,” Arthur grinned.
Not replying but blowing Arthur a kiss, Wendy spun and took off. Letting Wendy get a ten-yard lead, Arthur took a deep breath and looked down at the dogs. “Donald, Daisy, heel up,” Arthur commanded. He broke into a run with the dogs running at his sides.
Wendy pushed her legs seeing the young man already entering the tree line. “Little bitch can run,” she panted out and leaned forward. Knowing she could run faster than this, Wendy started wondering if the Earth’s gravity was stronger in Dover, Arkansas. She was back to her normal speed on the treadmill and her jogs around the ranch proved she was back to her normal strength.
Entering the tree line, Wendy saw the young man already cresting the small ridge that was behind the building. Pulling her AR tight to her chest, Wendy felt her magazines strapped across her vest. In that instant she realized why she was moving slower, she was carrying over sixty pounds of extra weight with all her gear and weapons. “Should’ve dropped the damn vest,” she panted out.
Reaching the crest, she saw the young man ahead in a small glade at the base of the ridge, but she had gained on him. He was barefoot and rocks were everywhere in Arkansas. She pushed harder as her rabbit started up another hill covered in tall grass. Before he reached the top Wendy saw him trip, landing hard. In an instant he bounced up and took off, giving a quick glance back to see her giving chase.
When Wendy reached the top of the hill she saw a cul-de-sac at the base of the hill with cookie-cutter houses around the circle and lining the blacktop road into the cul-de-sac. “Wendy, stop!” Arthur called out behind her. Wendy saw her rabbit reach the blacktop then caught a musky odor she could taste as she gulped down air. No longer running on broken ground and rocks, her rabbit picked up speed and she could hear his bare feet slapping the blacktop. Getting ready to lean forward to build momentum down the slope, Wendy heard squeaking below.
Arthur saw Wendy lean forward to push her legs hard down the slope to gain some speed. “Wendy, stop or I’ll get Daisy to trip your ass!” Arthur called out and lunged ahead.
Arthur’s hand grabbed her shoulder as Wendy slowed, watching her rabbit get away. “Motherfucker, I can catch him!” Wendy snapped. Turning to Arthur with a snarl and waving her hand out as her rabbit gained all the distance she had made up, “He’s not getting away from me!” she growled.
Trying to catch his breath, “Your rabbit’s already dead,” Arthur panted.
Wondering what he was talking about, Wendy turned back and saw her rabbit was just out of the round cul-de-sac and on the road leading in. “What the hell?” she mumbled. From the houses around the cul-de-sac, she saw ‘things’ bouncing out of open doors. A few at first, then it became dozens and then hundreds as a steady stream of small things bounced out.
On the hilltop sixty yards away and above the small c
ul-de-sac, Wendy heard the squeaking getting very loud. Lifting her eyes up past her rabbit to the beginning of the street, Wendy saw the doors to all the houses were open. But ahead of her rabbit, more small things were bouncing out of the houses and forming into what looked like a brown flowing mass converging on the street.
Flipping the magnifier over for her holographic sight, Wendy brought her AR to her shoulder. “What the fuck is that?” she asked as Arthur got his breathing back under control. “Holy fuck!” Wendy gasped.
“Rats, babe. That’s why I told you to stop,” Arthur told her.
Wendy could see her rabbit had damn sure noticed the rats now ahead of him converging on the street and turning toward him like a brown flowing stream. “Arthur, that’s thousands,” Wendy gasped.
“No, tens of thousands,” Arthur corrected, looking at the scene below. “Maybe a hundred thousand, but we aren’t counting,” he informed her.
Her rabbit saw the brown wave to his front and stopped to glance back, and saw another wave coming from behind. With the yards to his sides filled and moving toward him, the rabbit charged forward, hoping to run through the mass of rats.
When the rabbit’s feet landed in the mass Wendy gave a heebie jeebie dance, dropping her AR. When the shiver left she was about to lift her AR again, but found Arthur holding out his binoculars. Bringing them up, Wendy really didn’t know if she wanted to see that much detail.
She saw bodies leap at her rabbit and latch onto his legs, and still her rabbit churned his legs on. After three strides it looked like her rabbit was wearing brown pants with pink tassels. A blood-curdling cry sounded from her rabbit as he slowed to swat at the rats latched onto his legs biting and clawing.
Wendy didn’t know if her rabbit could’ve made it without stopping, but stopping sealed his fate. In the blink of an eye her rabbit disappeared under the brown mass that was converging on the street, with her rabbit at the very center. The only thing Wendy was happy about was the streams of rats from the houses had stopped when all the rats ran to catch her rabbit.
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