by Alta Hensley
“Yes!” she said out loud, not being able to hold back her excitement. And besides, maybe all this had made her batty. Who could really blame a girl for talking to herself when she’d gone way beyond a normal person’s breaking point?
Pulling over to the side of the road, she grabbed her phone and hopped out of the car, grateful that the rain had let up enough that she could stand outside without getting drenched again. Holding the phone in the air, she watched the screen for any sign of signal as she walked around. She noticed that across the street from the lumberyard was an abandoned church. Did anyone even live in this town? Not that she would blame everyone for moving away from this backwood hillbilly place.
“Look what we got here,” a voice cut through the air from behind her. Jessa spun around just as two strong arms grabbed her and wrestled her to the ground.
God will be your GPS was the last thing Jessa Crowe saw before she was hog-tied and thrown in the back of the biggest piece of shit, white trash car she had ever seen. The sign with the black, block letters rested on a rusted stand in front of a dilapidated old Baptist church with an empty parking lot. Where the fuck was God as two backwood hillbillies kidnapped her? Where was God now that she struggled in a trunk about to get raped and killed? And where in the hell was God when she foolishly decided that renting a small cabin in the hills of West Virginia would be a nice break from reality?
Fighting against the restraints, she closed her eyes as she took deep breaths.
Calm.
Remain calm.
Face reality.
Fuck reality, Jesse Crowe. You are about to die!
Only moments ago, she’d been in control…okay, maybe not in control, but she’d been behind the wheel of her own car driving through a storm of the century. Why in the hell did she stop in a nearly non-existent town in West Virginia. Where were all the people of the town? Could no one hear her scream? Was there not a soul who witnessed the attack? Well one thing was sure, Jessa would fight. She knew she would lose and die, but she’d be damn sure to scratch, punch and kick all the way on the journey where she’d meet the grim reaper. The cops wouldn’t find her body at first—they never did find bodies fast. But when a hiker, or hunter stumbled upon her remains dug up by some creature of the night, the investigators would be able to dig out the DNA of the men’s flesh from beneath her nails. She would make sure to leave her violent mark as she took her last breath. This much she knew.
An hour passed—maybe two—and the smoothness of the road turned bumpy. Yes, she’d known they would kill her in the heart of the woods. There wouldn’t be a soul to hear her scream. Just her and the hemlock trees. Several more hours of bumpy road jarred her entire body before finally, the car came to a stop. She heard both doors open and close shut and prepared herself to go to war. The battle of her life.
The trunk opened, and when the fresh air hit her face, it gave her a renewed strength. As the men lifted her out of the car, she gave it her all. Gyrating her body, screaming, biting, and scratching, she would do whatever she could to leave her mark on these men; she would make damn sure their DNA was all over her. The early rising sun burned her eyes as she was forced on her back and straddled by her captor. A punch to the face finally stunned her into submission, and Jessa had no choice but to succumb to her death.
31
“Boys, we got ourselves a wild one! I got claw marks, and Willy got bit on the cheek!”
Jessa struggled against the bonds that were now only around her wrists. The two men shoved her forward, causing her to stumble on the rocky path. She looked around, foolishly taking in her surroundings. They would have to kill her now since she had seen not only their faces, but their hide out.
What was this place?
It looked like an abandoned campsite. Small barrack-like cabins surrounded a central area with wooden benches lined in several rows around a mini amphitheater. In the middle, stood a rusted flag pole and the American flag fluttering in the breeze.
These fuckers considered themselves Americans?
Flying next to the American one was another flag that Jessa didn’t recognize. It appeared homemade and actually flew above the American one as if it were more important. Wasn’t there some law against that? She mentally kicked herself for thinking these kidnappers gave a damn about any law. There was nothing but dense trees all around them, forming a natural wall or barrier. She was in the thick of the woods in the middle of nowhere in some abandoned campsite.
“Walk,” one of the men ordered, breaking her from her observations with a kick to her calf. “Don’t make me kick you the entire way.”
Several men came out from the cabins as Jessa was kicked and shoved to the center area. Some of the men were dressed in worn fatigues, others were in jeans and filthy tank tops. Long hair, tattoos, dirty—yes, it was quite obvious that although this place had a slight resemblance of a military base, it was anything but. These men were not soldiers, regardless if they wore camo or not.
“Please!” she called out from behind the gag in her mouth. “There was no use talking, but hopefully one of the now ten or so men gathering around her would take pity on her. They couldn’t all be heartless rapists and killers could they?
“Where’s Rune? He’s going to be happy with this one. She’s prettier than the last few we’ve brought in.”
“What treat have you brought us today?” a voice called out from her right. All heads turned to a man walking toward her. He only wore a pair of fatigues and black boots. His chest remained bare, showing his muscled arms and six pack abs. Even though his body was of a God, his greasy hair and wicked smile took away whatever sex appeal he may have had. He approached to where he stood inches from Jessa, so close that she could smell his musky body odor, and it made her want to vomit.
She refused to look him in the eye as he stood before her raking his eyes up and down her body as if attempting to see through her clothing. Maybe if she didn’t look at him, he would somehow let her go. Maybe he would realize this was all some sort of mistake, and she wasn’t the one meant to be kidnapped. Maybe this day would not end in rape and death… if only she didn’t look him in the eye.
“Where did you find her?”
“By the lumberyard. Can I make her mine, Rune? She’s a pretty one.”
“No way!” a man from the crowd called out. “I’m next in line for one. She’s mine.”
“Shut up!” Rune shouted, causing Jessa to flinch. She hated showing fear, but hiding the fact that she was terrified was impossible. Her body shook, and her knees threatened to collapse at any minute. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to cry. “Decker hasn’t claimed anyone yet, and he is higher rank than you all.” Rune stopped examining Jessa’s body to look around. “Where the hell is he?”
“He went out huntin’ this morning. He should be back by nightfall,” another man called out.
“Fine. Take her and lock her up with the others. Decker gets first dibs, and if he doesn’t want her, then you all can fight over her.” Rune removed her gag and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Fuck you!” Jessa spat.
Rune smiled, placed the gag back in her mouth, and said, “Take Fuck you and lock her up with the other Fuck you and Go to hells. I’m sure she’ll like the chain around her neck, just like the other Fuck you does.” Several men laughed as they all turned and went back to whatever they were doing before her arrival.
Jessa was lead to a larger building that looked as if it had once served as either a mess hall or an activity room. The windows had bars on them and the one door of the entrance had several locks as well as had a man with a shotgun sitting on a chair in front of it. The guard pulled out a ring of keys and began unlocking the door. Moments later, a near punch to the back shoved Jessa into a dark room. It took her eyes several minutes to adjust to the darkness to make out what was around her. Huddled against the wall, were five women, naked and chained like animals.
“Take your clothes off,” the man who led her or
dered. He unfastened her hands and removed her gag, tossing it to the floor.
“Fuck you!” she screamed again in retort.
The man reached for his belt and pulled it free from the loops. He doubled it over in his palm. “I’ll beat you until you do.” The look in his eye, and the way he tested the belt by hitting it against his hand, told Jessa he meant business. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her t-shirt above her head.
“Thata girl. Keep it coming, and Daddy won’t have to whip that fine ass of yours.”
She removed the rest of her clothes, trying not to pay attention to the man who looked as if he may very well come in his pants just by watching. She also didn’t look at the women in the corner, as if looking at the other kidnap victims made this nightmare all the more real. It wasn’t until he placed a heavy metal collar around her neck that she looked up from the ground. The man hooked a long chain to the collar, dragged her over to the other women, and secured her chain to a hook screwed into the floor.
He then walked over to her clothes and picked them up, bringing her panties to his nose and taking a deep breath. “Mmm…a sweet one.”
Jessa wanted to attack and gouge the bastard’s eyes out, but the thick metal around her neck reminded her that her mobility had been greatly compromised.
“You ladies tell our new guest all the rules. If she gets a beating for breaking them, you all get a beating,” the man declared before turning around and leaving.
Jessa fingered the collar, staring at the women who had all remained silent the entire time.
“Where are we?” she asked. “Who are these people?”
“Shh! Don’t talk so loud,” one of the girls whispered. “If we get too loud, the guard will come in and do whatever his evil mind is in the mood for.”
“What do they want with us?” Jessa asked in a whisper this time. “Why are we chained naked to the floor?” If they planned on raping and killing her, why hadn’t they done so by now? Why was she and these women being held captive like slaves?
“To breed,” was the simple answer from a tinier girl with her knees pulled up to her chin. She had bruises along her thighs, and Jessa could see fingerprint marks on her upper arms. The busted lip she had still didn’t take away from her beauty, however.
“Breed?” Jessa asked, taking in each of the women slowly.
“Yes, for our blue eyes and blonde hair.”
Jessa now noticed that all the women, including her, matched this description.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Jessa said, loud enough that several of the girls hushed her again. “Those men out there plan on breeding with us? As in trying to get us all pregnant?”
They all nodded. “They do, and they have. There are others like us here. They’re already lucky enough to be owned.”
Jessa’s head spun trying to make sense and absorb what was being said. “Lucky enough to be owned?” Could she have heard that right? Had she stepped into a science fiction movie? Breeding? Owned?
“If you aren’t owned, then you stay here chained up and fucked by all the men who aren’t high enough in the ranks yet. So when we do get pregnant, it can be with any of the twenty or so men that have fucked us. It doesn’t matter to them though. Just as long as more pure babies are made.”
Pure babies? What the fuck were these women talking about?
“If I were you,” the tiny, bruised girl spoke again, “I would focus on trying to be claimed by just one man for breeding. It’s the only way out of this dark room.”
The other girls nodded in agreement.
Jessa didn’t know what to say. She fingered the collar around her neck, hating how tight it felt each time she swallowed. She scanned the dark room for any signs of escape. The only light came from small slits in the window, but it was enough that Jessa could see there was only one way in, and one way out. Each window had metal bars running vertically. They were in a prison—chained by the neck in a dark, stank room waiting to be bred.
“What if you refuse?” Even though Jessa asked the question, she already knew the answer.
The women shook their heads, sighed, one even gave an evil chuckle. “There is no refusal,” one said sadly.
“And whatever you do,” one woman added, “don’t tell them you are on any form of birth control. They take those women outside and put a bullet to the head and move onto the next woman to fuck.”
Chills ran over Jessa’s body and she fought the urge to vomit. Maybe it would be best to lie and say she was on some sort of birth control, just so she could end this nightmare. What would be worse? Become some sort of sex slave breeding machine, or dying?
“How many women are here?” Jessa asked.
“A lot. We can hear their cries. Both during sex and during their labor. It’s maddening really. To know we will soon add to those screams.”
“Is there no way out?”
“Death,” was the blunt reply.
Jessa sat in silence and closed her eyes. Maybe when she opened them, she would find this all to be an awful dream. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. There weren’t large groups of people that could be so evil. This wasn’t possible. It just wasn’t…
Who were these women? Did they have families, someone at home missing them? How long had they been here?
“There has got to be a way out,” Jessa said.
“There isn’t. This compound is buried deep in the West Virginian hills. Even if you somehow got in the woods, they’d find you before you could find your way out.”
“But all these people. They can’t all be bad. Surely there are some that will help us.”
“No. The belief is strong. They live by it.”
“Belief?” Jessa asked as she tested the chain and the collar around her neck to see if there was any chance of unlocking herself.
“To take back the United States. These crazy people are preparing for war. They are the sickest white supremacists since Hitler.”
“Then why do they feel they have to breed with us? How is that preparing for war?”
Another girl who had remained silent up until now spoke up. “They are preparing for a new community of sorts. Building from scratch again. They don’t plan on doing this overnight. They’ve been here a long time, is what I heard.”
Jessa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How has the government not found out about them if they have been doing this for so long? If they are kidnapping women, how haven’t they eventually been caught? Surely people are searching for us.”
“They live off the grid. Many West Virginians do, and for the most part keep to themselves. My guess is the government have no idea.”
“So we have no hope? Is that what you are all saying?” Jessa looked at each one of the women who not only were physically abused, but they were emotionally beaten. “We just sit here chained to the floor in a dark room waiting to be fucked? Have you all accepted that as your fate?”
None of the women said a word this time, but their silence was answer enough.
32
Jessa must have dozed off. The light from the door opening woke her as heavy boots entered the room.
“Come on, new girl. Time we take you to meet Decker. You better be a good little girl and fuck him real good so he claims you. Otherwise, there are about ten new recruits just itching to get their newbie cocks wet with your juices,” the same man who brought her in said. He glanced down in disgust at the other women cowering in the corner of the room. “They’ve already had a taste of these pussys and would love some fresh meat.” He reached down, unclasped her chain from the floor, and yanked her up to a standing position. “Walk!”
She followed his command, looking down at the women who all looked up at her with fear in their eyes. Were they scared for Jessa or for themselves? Her bare feet padded across the rocky path, and her captor didn’t slow down in the slightest so that she could take her time avoiding the larger, more jagged rocks. If anything, he seemed to walk faster every time she st
ruggled or stumbled at all. She hated this man and would try to kill him the first minute she could. She glanced down at the chain he held as he led her like an animal and wondered if she could grab it and wrap it around his neck and strangle him with it. Sure, he had several feet on her and about a hundred more pounds of mostly muscle, but maybe if she caught him off guard…
“Come on,” he said with a tug of the chain, bringing her back to reality. Her super hero days came crashing down, and she swallowed back the fear as she was led up the stairs of a cabin much smaller than the one she came from.
Walking over the threshold, her escort pushed her down to her knees, with much more force than was absolutely needed. She looked up with vengeance coursing through her as she stared at a roomful of men, many she recognized as being the same faces from when she first arrived.
It was Rune who spoke first. “She’s the new one that came in today. I saved her for you. I said she was Decker’s if he wanted her. You can thank me later.” His comment was directed at a man who stood in the center of the room with his arms across his chest. Jessa could see tattoos on his arms, but couldn’t make out what they were. He too wore fatigues, but he actually did appear more soldier-like than the rest of the men. Although rugged in appearance, he did at least seem the have bathed recently. His sandy-blond hair—although disheveled— didn’t nearly have the greasy look as Rune’s did.
But it was Rune who approached her first. A slap across the face, a grip of her hair, Rune had her. She was no different from the rest. A fuck. A girl to take. One to breed with. Rune would have her, just as he had the other women in the camp. Did it make a difference? Was there any difference in the darkness that took her body?
Yes. Rune took. Rune wanted her for one purpose—to fuck, to breed, to spew his power all over her body. But over his shoulder, she watched Decker…he wanted more. She couldn’t quite explain it, but he didn’t just look at her, he seemed to observe her. Though both were dark motherfuckers, Decker seemed to want more. She could see that in his eyes, she could feel it in his stare, and she could almost sense his need to claim her as his own.