“Let me get started,” I explained, “then I will take the blindfold off.”
His breathing evened out until I ran my fingernails across his length. Then a small moan escaped his lips. I reached into my bag for the cordless nail gun. Now the real fun would begin.
I pushed the gun into him and pulled the trigger. The nail went through his hand. His shock registered as I was moving the gun to his other hand. A loud wail of pain pierced the silence as I nailed the other hand down. He was flailing and making a ruckus. I needed him to calm his kicking legs down before he connected with my face. His chair was on wheels but I still had the upper hand. He was blindfolded and in immense agony.
I pulled out my knife, came up behind him, grabbed one leg and sliced the tendon behind his ankle rendering his leg useless. I made quick work of doing the same to the other leg. It was easier than it should have been, but I did have the element of surprise on my side.
Chapter Thirteen:
Jerry
What the fuck was this crazy bitch doing? She must have had me confused with someone else. I didn't do anything to deserve this. I could not even form a sentence; the pain was so fucking immense.
She finally took the scarf off my eyes. She was actually grinning. She was standing there looking happy. The crazy bitch! “Why?” I manage to grit out through my clenched teeth.
“Why? Because you are a piece of shit. A piece of shit who thought that he could prey on a young girl. Now I’m going to make you suffer for it.”
Disbelief swam through me. I just wanted to have fun, and show her some fun. This bitch was a straight psycho. Poor Tyler would be growing up without a dad. Except his whore of a mom, Rena, would probably replace me as soon as she could.
Ow, fucking ow.
She was pressing on the nails in my hand. My eyes were streaming in tears, while my mouth was in a perpetual grimace of pain. I could not think a single coherent thought. In my mind, I was already doomed.
“Just kill me, and get it over with,” I heard someone croak. Wait. Could that have been me saying that? Was I giving up?
“Anyone can die,” she sneered. “It takes more courage to suffer. You have played your games, but you are playing my game now.”
“How fucking insane are you?” I spat.
She arched her eyebrows and giggled. “Do I really need to answer that?”
Please let me die. Please let me die. I kept chanting to myself. That was when I heard the sound of a car door opening and shutting.
Chapter Fourteen:
Eve
Cocking my head, I saw the disbelief on his face when he realized his family was home. This was perfect. I could take care of them all. No fuss, no muss. Or maybe I explain about his cheating ass, and she can say sayonara. Shrugging, I walk out of the bedroom, leaving him whimpering, and wait for her to come into the house.
“Jerry? Hey, babe! We came home early because we missed you, Daddy.” She sung out in a light voice, carrying a baby carrier. Still not noticing me standing there, she sat the baby down, turned around to look for him, and then settled her gaze on me. Her mouth formed an O shape.
“Oh, hello. Who are you?” She tried to sound nonchalant but failed.
“I’m Eve. Jerry is in the bedroom. Naked.” A look of disgust passed over her face. “He invited me over because you were gone,” I said matter-of-factly.
She didn't have time to react before he yelled for her to run and that I was crazy. She looked at me and then at the baby. She grabbed her purse and tried to rummage in it, but she didn't quite make it before I reached her. I slammed into her, knocking her down. Grabbing her head, I slammed it on the floor multiple times. I didn't relent until she stopped moving.
She never had a chance to think. I felt that if she had had time to react, she would have been a worthy adversary. The baby started to get fussy. I curled my lip up, hating the sound of it. Spying a bottle in the seat, I shoved it in the child’s mouth. Thankfully, it shut the kid up.
I bundled the blanket in the carrier and propped the bottle on it. Then I grabbed her purse to see what she was reaching for. Well, I hit the jackpot. She had a gun, which I aimed at her head and shot for good measure. I continued to rummage through her purse and found a taser. This, I could use to have fun with Jerry Boy. On further contemplation, the gun would be too quick for him. He didn't deserve a quick death.
I walked in, holding the gun in one hand and the taser in the other. He dropped his head and started weeping. His dick, oddly enough, was still standing at attention. I set my tools down and took out my knife. I grabbed his member with my free hand while he started chanting “no” in a low murmur, and cut it off. He didn't need it anymore.
He screamed, thrashing about, as blood spurted like a faulty fountain.
“Ssshhh,” I cooed. “We’re just getting started.”
“What more can you do to me?”
“I killed my own mother. What do you think I could still do to you?” Laughing, I threw his now deflated penis on his bed.
“You are a fucking psychopath.” His eyes began to roll into the back of his head.
I waited for the insult, but it never came. “Um, yeah? That is a given. Was there more to that thought, or was that just an observation?” He was starting to bore me. I used the taser on him. Wow, that little thing packed a lot of juice. I had to admit that watching him flail around was entertaining.
Until it became boring.
I decided that I needed to finish him off. I left, walking into the other room, to a wailing baby. I went over to look at him and stared down at him, wondering what to do. I pursed my lips. Maybe if I held him, he would quiet down. It might even make me feel differently about being a mother. I unbuckled him and pulled him out. He smiled and cooed up at me, grabbing my hair with his chunky little hands. I felt, well, I felt...
Absolutely nothing.
The baby’s shirt was wet, so I removed it. I was not sure what made me do it, but I felt the need to see this child without a shirt. He was so plump and ticklish. He giggled when I ran my finger down his spine. I held him for a while, until he started to cry some more. I grabbed his bottle and took him in the room with his father. Laying him on the bed, I gave him the milk and focused on the slobbering mess in the chair that was Jerry.
As I walked to the bathroom, Jerry woke up. He yelled that the baby would fall off the bed. With everything going on, this was what he was worried about? I grabbed the supplies that I needed from under the sink.
When I walked back into the bedroom, I saw that he was indeed correct; the child was dangerously close to the edge. I scooped him up, and sat down with him on my lap.
“Thank you,” he breathed out.
“Do you know how I skin animals?” I asked. He shook his head. His breathing was erratic.
I ran both of my thumbs in between the baby’s ribcage. “I sink my thumbs into the flesh right here and then pull. I don’t need a knife, just my fingers.”
He had a wary look on his face but kept quiet.
“What do you think, Jerry? Do you think I could skin a baby as easy as I can a rabbit?” I smiled sweetly at him.
His face dropped. He looked beaten. “Please, do whatever you want to me, just leave him alone.”
“Fine. If you are giving me permission, open your mouth, drink this liquid Drano, and I will spare him.” I shrugged.
His mortification was apparent, but he knew that it was either him or the baby.
He had no other choice, so he tilted his head back while opening his mouth. I put the little one on the floor and then picked up the liquid cleaner. I opened it, walked over to him, kissed him on the forehead and then poured the acid down his throat. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his ear and whispered, “I lied. I am skinning your boy.”
I picked him back up and sat down with him on my lap. I needed to see if my theory was correct, if I could skin him without a knife. I pressed my thumbs just below his sternum and pushed as hard as I could, but his sk
in was tough. He began to scream, his deafening screeching grating on my nerves, so I eventually snapped his neck. I had to make two attempts. It seemed that babies were a little more durable than rabbits, but, eventually, the bones gave way.
My fingers were just not going to cut it, pun intended. If I used my knife, a small slit in the sternoclavicular area, I could peel the skin right off of him. So I went to work, slicing and peeling. Because this was new, fresh skin, it peeled like a banana, and the muscle was easier to dissect and filet off.
As I had done with so many little rabbits in the wood, I feasted. This truly was what I needed to purge my mind over Mercy. I decided to go home and clean up. I was full and exhausted.
Chapter Fifteen:
Eve
I slept for almost two days straight. The adrenaline rush had worn me out. Now, I needed to decide what I was going to do about my problem. I knew from being around that baby that I didn't want to be tied down. I was not a mother. Luke would not understand if I skinned our child, and truly that was the only way I would have one. Well, maybe with a little barbeque sauce.
I went to my closet and took out a wire hanger. It may be crude, but it would do the trick. I unwound it so that it was straight. I went into the bathroom and then stripped down. I sat on the toilet, took the hanger and then slid it inside me. I pushed it in as far as it would go and then pumped it in and out, trying my best to scrape the inside. I was purely going on what I read. This had to work, and then I could do this every time until my uterus was too scarred to get pregnant. It didn't sound like a bad plan; the pain was exhilarating. I pulled the hanger out to see blood on it. I put it back in and started over to assure that it got it all. It was becoming painful as hell, but it was well worth it.
I needed to hide this hanger, so I put it in my closet, behind a loose board. My stomach cramped more and more as the day went on. When the cramps became mind numbing, I decided to lay down with a heating pad.
I dreamt about my mom that night. Everything seemed so surreal, like I was there, but I was not. I could feel myself shivering from the cold, but I was soaked in sweat. Someone was talking to me, but it was so far away. I could not quite hear them. I tried to pry my eyes open. They were so heavy, so I gave up and just let myself drift away.
Waking up was a bitch when there was someone chiseling away inside your head. I opened my eyes to see Luke sleeping by my bed. I was confused. Why was he asleep in a chair?
He opened his eyes as I sat up.
“I thought I might have lost you. Want to tell me what happened?” He rubbed his hand over the scruff on his face.
I looked perplexed because I really didn't know what had happened. So I began to tell him about me killing the family next door. He never changed his expression, not until I came to the child.
He cleared his throat. “And this?” He held up the hanger.
Fuck, I was caught. “I can’t be a mother. I am so sorry Luke. I wanted to do whatever it took to please you, but that is one thing I cannot do. I thought if I scarred my uterus enough, you would forget about it.”
He nodded. “You thought it was ok to kill my baby?”
“What? No? I killed the neighbor’s baby. He wasn’t yours.”
He held up the bloody tip of the hanger. Shit, I hadn't thought of it that way.
“Please forgive me. I’m so sorry.” The paranoia in my voice made his head snap up.
“No, you aren’t sorry yet. I walked in here to find you half dead from bleeding out because you killed my baby. You don't even know what sorry is. You want your uterus scarred? We will scar your uterus.” He glared at me with cold, dead eyes.
He grabbed my legs and spread them apart. I didn't try to get away. I knew that I deserved whatever he did to me. I was sore already, so when he shoved his fist inside my pussy, the scream that I could not hold back, erupted like lava. My skin ripped as he pushed as far as he could with his entire arm inside of me. The look of determination on his face told me that this was not the end. I tried to bite my lip to keep myself from crying out, but the pain was excruciating. When he shoved his hand as far as he could inside of me, he spread his fingers and scraped his nails against the walls.
I almost passed out, except that when I teetered on the edge of blackness, he slapped my face to keep me awake.
“You are not worth my time anymore. I made a mistake in making you a part of my family.” He spit in my face.
“No,” I begged. “Please.”
“You are nothing.”
Those words tore me to shreds. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out in the yard. I thought that I was going to have the same fate as my friend, but then he uncovered a hole. It looked like some sort of well. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me over the edge.
The last visual I had of him was that night. He looked down the hole to see me sprawled on the ground looking up at him. The sun shown brightly behind his head like a fiery halo. He took his cock out and pissed down on me. I never saw him again.
I was not sure how many days had passed. My neck had broken when he threw me in, my body lying in a mangled heap. I would stay here until I withered and died.
My soul was already dead though, knowing that I let down the greatest man on Earth.
The End.
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A Thank You Note
Thank you:
To my amazing PA Shanna Blanton. Couldn’t imagine doing this without her!
To my newest PA for The Horror Authors Carnival, Anibet Castro-Mangual, for being so perfect and helping in my time of need.
To my kick ass editor Ed Bar. He wanted to strangle me and kick me, but along the way, we made it! (Good thing he loves me!)
To my two amazing proofreaders, Marylou Arriaga and Lindsay Crook, for insuring that I dotted all my Ts and crossed all my Is.
To Dez Purington of Pretty In Ink Creations for this brilliant cover!
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Last, but certainly not least, thank you to the beautiful kick ass ladies of the Inferno World for letting me be part of their journey and allowing me to play! Fucking adore them all!
About the Author
EMERY LEEANN IS AN international bestselling author who lives in Ohio with her family. Besides being addicted to coffee, she is a true believer that variety adds spice to your life. Writing in every genre gives her the variety she craves. Her characters like to invade her mind every hour of the day, usually waking her up in the middle of the night. Loving the dark and gray side of things, she is exploring her passion with the written word. There are many wonders to come from her twisted Wonderland... Stick around, you may find you enjoy her special brand of torture.
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