“So,” he said, looking at John in the rear-view mirror. “What did we learn?”
“I don’t know. What?”
“Well if you don’t know, I don’t know either...” He looked at Rachel. “You feel better after getting all cleaned up? Was it fun trying to use somebody else's hand?”
“It was different.”
He shook his head and looked back to John. “Look at this kid actually answering the fucking question... Anyway, John, like I told Rachel, you’ve never seen my balls, and shit only gets worse.”
“After everything else, I don’t know how they could.”
Morgan laughed. “I love that... No, you don’t know how, because that’s just how fucked it is!
“And before you get out of my car, here’s a mental image for you. I had Rachel chewing on Bill’s dead hand. When she did that, I sucked the slop from her mouth, spit it out, and made her clean it up! Now she, is pretty fucked.”
He glared at him. “Speakin’ of, where is Billie?”
“In Davey’s car. She’s laying down, I thought she could use some rest.”
“How thoughtful,” Rachel said sarcastically.
“Before you leave... What are you not gonna do again?”
“The Base,” he told him.
“We won’t go to your precious little home.”
“You can grab your weapons from Davey, and I’ll be back tomorrow. It’s gonna be a busy day but I think I’ll manage. See you then!”
“Tomorrow?” John asked.
“If we’re lucky! If not, the next day at the latest. Don’t worry, buddy, we’ll get to play again,” he said with a laugh. “Now both of you, get the fuck out of my car.”
As John got out, Morgan swung out his pistol and aimed it at him. “Ah, ah, ah! Did you seriously not say good bye and wish me a safe drive?”
Chapter 13:
Pick your Poison
The Next Day.
Going to her room, Rachel opened the door to find Morgan lying in her bed. “Good morning, Momless!”
“JOHN!” Rachel pulled out her gun.
“If that doesn’t go away, I’ll make you pry your father’s dick open, your woman’ll suck mine, and she’ll spit the seed in his new hole!”
“Rachel!” John snapped. “Put your gun down!”
Morgan grinned as he got up and walked over to the door. “Fuck I like that! Now give me your wallet.”
John took it out and tossed it to him. “Took everything else, what? You gonna take my money too?”
Rachel glared at Morgan. “Why are you in my room?”
“Why not!” He laughed. “Your Daddy put me through that window, the way I see it, I have the right to fucking use it!” Morgan pulled out John’s ID. “John MILLER!”
“What do you want, Morgan?”
“I got thinking, John. I really fucked shit up by having you fuck your kid so soon. I’ll be honest, killing her is the LAST thing I wanna do, so I thought, how the hell could I top that shit? Then I knew! I’d head to John’s old home to get the juices flowin’!”
Morgan shoved John aside and walked out into the house. “Okay, I’ve been waiting almost a fucking hour for someone to open that god damn door, now how about one of you get me a drink!”
John watched Morgan as he plopped down on the couch and kicked his dirty boots up on the coffee table. “How’d you get in?”
“Window, dipshit.”
“ARGENTINA, DIPSHIT!”
Morgan spun his head around. “WOAH, did you honestly forget who the fuck you were speaking to just now?”
John nodded. “...Yes.”
He turned back to the television and put his hands behind his head. “I wanted it to be a surprise! Not sure why, since you never go out of your way to surprise me. But I used a ladder, one of those big double fuckers.”
Morgan picked up a photo from the coffee table. “Was this your son?” he asked, looking at the small boy in Rachel’s arms.
“He was. Then your man killed him.”
“And for that I truly am- honestly, sorry about that one. I sound like a broken record, but I just wanna make it clear, Hershel was a god damn mistake. And I'm also sorry that I don’t have my drink yet!”
“Rachel, would you make mister Morgan a coffee?” he asked, joining him on the couch.
“Mister WILLIAMS! Morgan’s my first name, how the fuck did you mess that one up, mister John?”
“You from Wisconsin?”
“Ohio. Born and raised. You of all people should know how I feel about talking about the past, and this is your one warning."
John nodded and stared at the photo of Rachel and Carl.
“RACHEL! Where the hell is that drink?”
“Sorry, Boss, right here, Boss, I made it just for you, Boss, I hope you like it, Boss.” Rachel walked up behind the couch and handed him a cup of shiny black coffee.
“Cute, Asshole.” Morgan grabbed the cup, and as soon as the liquid hit his tongue, he spit it out and chucked the cup at the wall. “What the fuck is that?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It tasted like sweaty dog ass!”
“You are what you eat.”
Morgan laughed a little. “Fuck you’re a cocky little thing, aren’t you?”
Rachel rolled her eyes and went to the bathroom.
John signed and leaned his head back. “Morgan...”
“Armless?”
In the bathroom, Rachel saw Billie sitting in the shower, cleaning up.
“Hey, need a hand?”
“Who’s out there? It sounded like the Acquainted guy.”
“Yup, Morgan...” Rachel rolled up her sleeves. “Let me give you a hand.”
“You wanna give me a sponge bath, nurse?”
She let out a laugh. “You’re special, I don’t do this for just any patient.”
“Special in a fun way and not in a retarded way, right?”
“In a fun way.”
As Billie opened her mouth, Morgan kicked the door in. “What in the fuck did you put in that drink!”
Rachel spun her head around. “What?”
“My stomach, it feels like the way the end of John’s arm looks!” Morgan grabbed Rachel by the back of the neck and shoved her to the toilet across from the shower.
“Morgan,” John hollered.
“Not a fucking word, John! Rachel, I know you did something and don’t you fucking lie to me!”
“Morgan she was in the kitchen. The only stuff in there that you can’t eat would be dish soap!”
“YOU TRIED TO POISON-” Morgan cracked a smile. “YOU TRIED-” He busted out laughing. “You tried to kill me with the stuff that makes your dishes smell like apples?”
Rachel stared Morgan dead in the eyes.
“John go get me some water! Je-zuz! And I thought John was the dumbass in the family! My god, you are a fucking idiot!
“Now I gotta ask- JOHN, MY WATER! Were you gonna do something with No-Knees? Maybe you were gonna get down there and...” Morgan nodded. “Get it on?”
John ran in with a bottle of water.
“Thank you, Johnny.” He chugged half of it and threw it into the living room. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, you were about to get down and dirty with the naked chick in the shower.”
Rachel looked at Billie and back to Morgan.
“As hilarious as your attempt may be, you still attempted to kill me. The least you can do is clean your girlfriend’s carpet.”
Billie shrugged, shaking as she stared at Morgan. “We were probably going to anyway?”
Rachel’s eyes widened. “That’s not the point!”
“Wait, WHAT?” Morgan laughed. “Really- wh- fuck! Alrighty then, I don’t see a problem here. Both of you are getting what you want, you just have an audience now. Uncle Morgan and Daddy John!”
“Again, why is everything with you so perverted?”
“Because you have a pussy! But if you’d rather me be violent instead, I’m up for i
t! Either way I’m having fun, I don’t have a problem getting my beat on if you’re not getting your freak on.”
John grabbed Morgan’s arm. “Let’s go get a drink, at the bar, okay?”
“No. I want Rachel to whip out those ten-year-old boy tits of hers and join Crippled in the shower.”
“Kiss my ass,” Rachel told him.
“Oh. My. Fuck! The attitude on this one, I love her!
“And that reminds me,” he said as he turned to John. “You have yet to kiss my ass! Granted you did at the base, but not here, not yet.”
“Do you think that’s a threat anymore? After everything you’ve done, do really think that would bother me?”
“I don’t care if it’s hard for you or not to kiss a man’s ass. I also wouldn’t care if you were gay and you were cummin’ in your pants at the thought of kissin’ my ass. What I care about, is how that’ll make you look in front of your people. For them to see you with your lips pressed against my stinky ass.” Morgan grinned and looked at Billie. “Sweetheart, I know you’re petrified of me, so do me a favor, I know you won’t forget. Remind me later to make John kiss my ass.
“Now Rachel, get naked for your woman.”
“Morgan, I think she learned her lesson.”
“NO! You think she would have learned after having her father cum inside her! You think she’d learn her lesson after having her mother die in front of her! You think she’d learn after the shit that went down when she drove a fucking truck into my base! Clearly this kid isn't broke, and I don’t fucking like that!”
Rachel shrugged a shoulder. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to it.”
“No, I most certainly will not! And I’ll be damned if I leave here today and you’re still not broke!”
Rachel kept eye contact with Morgan as she took her top off and threw it on the floor.
Morgan frowned. “You cocky fucker.” He slid off his belt and handed it to John. “Go teach your kid a lesson. Whip her, right in the back, as hard as you can.”
Rachel shook her head. “You’re trying to break me, remember? You already give up?"
“Okay Rachel, take your bra off.”
Taking off her bra, she covered up and threw it at him. “I won’t break, I won’t let myself. You saw that at the base.”
Morgan grinned. “We’ll see about that,” he said, taking his belt from John. “Rachel. I want you to tell John that his wife and son deserved what they got.”
“Go to hell.”
Morgan whipped the belt across her chest and arms. “TELL ME YOUR MOTHER DESERVED TO DIE!”
“YOUR MOTHER DESERVED TO DIE!”
“You cocky fuck-”
John’s hand twitched over his revolver. He wanted to kill Morgan, but he feared the Acquainted would come after them and kill them all. He was also afraid that if he messed up that Morgan would kill Rachel or more Argentinians.
Morgan spun Rachel around and put her arms behind her back. Putting his belt around her wrists, he got down and whispered in her ear. “Tell your daddy that Carl deserved to die, tell him he’s a horrible father.”
Rachel swung her head back and headbutted him in the nose.
“FUCK,” he yelled, grabbing his nose and checking for blood.
Grabbing her by the arms, he stood Rachel on her knees in front of John. “Okay, Dad. Pull out your dick.”
“No.”
“That’s fine, I got it.” Morgan grabbed John’s pants and forced them down. “There we go! Now Rachel- let's see if you still, won’t. Break. Let’s see whose dick is bigger! Mine, or yours! I want you to slide that dadly dick down your throat.”
Rachel glanced back at Morgan and stared up at John.
Pulling up his pants, John sat his hand on his revolver. “Morgan-”
“WOW! What are you doing, Handy? Do you forget who I am or something? Here’s a refresher. I’m the guy, who murdered your wife! I’d take my hand off that toy before I make you blow your kid’s brains out with it.”
Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re not breaking me. So do whatever you want, make me do whatever you want... I’m not letting you win until you kill me. And you know that.”
Morgan looked at John with a big toothy grin. “Back before all this, would you have went to the pound and fucked with the biggest, nastiest, rottweiler in the place?”
John shook his head.
“Well this little girl here says she would! As a matter of fact, she’s doing it right now! Rachel has a fistful of dog food, and her hands are soaked in bacon grease. Right now, she’s just tapping that rottweiler’s tongue, testing it to see if it’ll bite. And sooner or later, that thing’s gonna snap its fucking jaws, and when that shit sinks in, it’s gonna fucking hurt.”
John looked down at Rachel and back at Morgan. “Maybe she’s the rottweiler.”
Morgan busted out laughing. “Fuck wouldn’t that be a twist!
“Now I thought I made this point after the forced fuck and after killing Mommy- actually I thought this point was made back when I killed that leader prick. But John, I don’t give a single fuck, who, or what, you think you are. You belong to me, you are mine. And if you don’t learn to live with that, it’s gonna be a miserable fucking existence.”
Running into the house, Davey yelled, “Morgan! You in here?”
“Fucking fuck.” Morgan pushed John to the floor and walked out. “What, Davey, I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“Sorry, Boss, but London’s beating the hell out of Braun.”
“So?”
“If you don’t do something, he’ll kill him!”
“So?”
“You need Braun alive! He’s one of the scariest bastards here!”
“Let me repeat myself so that your delicate little ears might hear me... SO?”
Stepping out of the bathroom, John looked at Davey. “I couldn’t help but overhear, your boy need some help?”
“Davey, I was in the middle of teaching these people, specifically Rachel, why you do NOT fuck with the Acquainted, OR, Morgan Fucking Williams. Time to ruin the surprise! I was about to force Daddy to fuck best friend while daughter-girlfriend watched! I think he thought he could get out of it by stepping out and saying something, but uh- I'm the leader. If this is the shit I’d do, just imagine the sick shit my people do...” Morgan looked at John and smiled. “But now, John, I have an even better idea! We’re going out on a date! We’re gonna go see the show! And the winner of the fight, gets to fuck one of your girls! And the fun part is... You get to choose which one!”
John stared at Morgan and shook his head.
“Well you don’t want me to pick, because I’d pick your daughter, EVERY fucking time! But if I were you, the choice seems pretty obvious... Should the winner fuck your daughter? Or the nobody? Your pride and joy? Or your random Argentina-person? Choice seems REALLY fucking clear.”
“No. I’m not choosing, and you can’t make me d-”
“You are absolutely right. I can’t make you choose... Do you wanna suck my dick instead?”
John sighed and gritted his teeth. “...Don’t do that to them.”
“FUCK THAT’S AWESOME! I mean it’s gay as shit, but holy fuck, that is really fucking cool! I gotta say, it wasn’t hard to break you, was it? I just had to kill your wife and sprinkle in a bit of psychological shit, and eventually we got there! We got to the point where you said you’d kiss my ass, and suck. My. DICK!” He laughed. “I guess to be fair, you didn’t say yes, but you also didn’t say no!”
John’s lip twitched as he looked back at Rachel who still had her hands behind her back.
“John, you aren’t sucking a dick today. The willingness is nice, but that’s not what we’re doing. Not today, and not to me. But I’ll leave, if, you tell me one, little thing... Tell me, I. WON.”
“...You won,” he said through his teeth.
Morgan laughed. “I fuckin’ know, right? Fuck, your daughter has bigger balls than you do
, and I’ve seen you both naked! She doesn’t look like she has balls, and your forty-year-old nut sack hangs down past your knees, but Jesus Christ, Rachel has some gorilla fuckin’ an elephant sized nuts. That little girl has balls the size of two full grown men. She is a fucking. GIRL. And her nut sack is- it's fucking indescribable... It’s so fucking huge, that we’re still talking about it! When you’re dead and gone, I can see me and her having wars! That’s how tough I KNOW she is! But you, you have a clear weakness. You love your family. You love that kid. And you’re afraid of what I’ll do to her... You're broken...”
He grinned and leaned to John. Getting close, he whispered in his ear, “The winner of the fight’s getting Rachel.”
Outside the Argentina school house.
London, a tall man with shoulder length white hair, kicked a giant tank of a man in the face. “You’re one sick son of a bitch!”
Braun staggered back and held his jaw as London jumped up and kicked him in the jaw, knocking him on his back.
London did a front flip and landed on Braun’s stomach.
“FUCKIN’ HELL,” Braun screamed.
Morgan whistled as he walked toward the fight. He held Rachel in front of him, still topless and with her hands behind her back. Billie, still naked, was being drug by Davey, who held John at gunpoint as they followed behind.
London got down on one knee and bowed his head. “Boss.”
“London.”
He got up and brushed himself off. “I was just teaching Braun that we don’t break the rules.”
“Fuck, I know, I saw! Dammit I love your style!”
“We were looting buildings, I ran when I heard a man scream. Braun sliced his head off and I caught him fucking the hole.”
Morgan looked disgusted as he glanced back at John. “Wow...” He looked back to London. “Now that is fucking nasty.”
“I’m sorry, Boss, I just- I lost it on him.”
He glanced at Braun who was sitting up, staring at him. “You know what happens when people break the rules!” Morgan pulled out his pistol and blasted a hole between Braun’s eyes.
He looked to the crowd of Acquainted. “It seems a lot of you forget what NO RAPE means! What DON’T MURDER THE INNOCENT means! Hershel, Ashton, Braun, Dominick... If anyone else wants to join the six-feet-under club. PLEASE! Let me know, and I will happily acquaint you with them!”
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