Missy walked over to Marcus. He was barely conscious. “Do you know what a death erection is?”
He could barely speak. “Please just kill me!”
She looked at Rodney as he stretched out on the ground. “Do you know what a death erection is?”
He had been quiet, hoping if he cooperated Seth and Missy wouldn’t hurt him. His body was trembling in fear. “No, ma’am.”
Missy looked at the others. “I need all of you to listen up, because each of you is going to experience a death erection.” Missy looked at her phone. “Wikipedia says a death erection, also called angel lust or a terminal erection, is a post-mortem erection, technically a priapism, observed in the corpses of men who have been executed, particularly by hanging. The phenomenon has been attributed to pressure on the cerebellum created by the noose. Death by hanging, whether an execution or a suicide, has been observed to affect the genitals of both men and women. In women, the labia and clitoris will become engorged and there may be a discharge of blood from the vagina. In men, a more or less complete state of erection of the penis, with discharge of urine, mucus or prostatic fluid is a frequent occurrence.” She looked at the group. “Here’s the best part. The article continues and indicated other causes of death may also result in these effects.” She pointed to the bar with the weights that Seth was holding. “Hence, other causes of death.” She looked at Seth. “Slam that fucker into Marcus’ head.”
Seth raised the bar, holding the plates as high as he could, then slammed it on his head. The ninety pounds of steel crushed his skull like a hammer hitting a marshmallow. Blood and brain matter shot out in all directions, making a gruesome mess on the ground. When he lifted the plates, Marcus’ head looked as if it had been run over by a road roller. Missy excitedly pointed at his penis. It was partially erect. “Check that shit out! It fucking worked!” She pointed at William. “Do him next before he bleeds to death.”
William was horrified as Seth approached him. “What are you doing? I don’t have a penis! Look! She cut it off!”
Seth flattened his head like a pancake. Missy clapped as blood came shooting out of all his stab wounds like miniature geysers. “That’s so fucking cool!” She looked at the others. “Who wants to be next?”
They all grimaced in sheer terror.
“You fuckers saw how much Marcus and William suffered before I put them down. If I was you, I’d volunteer to be next.”
They remained quiet.
“Fine.” She went over to Deanna. “I’m going to make your little clitoris hard as a rock, but not the easy way.” She looked at Seth. “Smash her fucking legs.”
Deanna was terrified as Seth approached her with the weights. “Oh my God! Please don’t do it! I’ll do whatever you want!”
He slammed the weights on the lower part of her legs, crushing them. Missy shook her head and frowned as she looked at Deanna’s pussy. “Her clit didn’t budge.”
Deanna was in so much pain she could barely think straight. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Why are you doing this?”
Seth slammed the weights on her knees. Missy shook her head. “Nope. Nothing. Move higher.”
He crushed her thighs. Missy thought she saw Deanna’s clitoris wiggle. “Almost got it. Getting hotter.”
Deanna appeared as though she might pass out. “Just kill me! I can’t take any more pain!”
Missy looked at her. “I bet your kids were suffering like this when your car was laying on top and crushing them.”
“You’ve got me back! Just kill me and get it over with!”
Missy pointed at Deanna’s abdomen. “Make her guts blow out her ass.”
Seth lifted the weights as high as he could, slamming them onto her abdomen. Blood, urine and shit blew out between her legs, covering the ground for several yards. Missy pointed at Deanna’s pussy. “It fucking worked! Her clit looks like Barry’s tiny dick.”
Deanna was choking as blood poured out of her mouth and nose. Seconds later, she died. Missy regarded Rodney and Megan. “Did y’all see all that shit come out of her? That was fucking gross.”
Megan was panic-stricken. She didn’t want to die, but she also didn’t want to suffer. After witnessing the gruesome and merciless acts of violence that Missy and Seth had bestowed on the others, she knew begging wouldn’t do any good. She got the courage to speak. “I choose to die.”
Missy knelt beside her. “Oh, Honey. That was a one-time offer.”
She started weeping. “Please don’t hit me with that thing! I’ll do whatever you want!”
“Don’t worry. You have a different destiny than the rest of these assholes.” She stood up and pulled out her pistol.
Megan closed her eyes, waiting to be shot. To her horror, the gun started firing. She waited for the pain to set in, but it never came. When the firing stopped, she opened her eyes. Missy was standing next to her changing out magazines. She surveyed her body from within her state of confusion. There were no holes. No blood. Maybe Missy had shot the ground beside her just to scare her. Then she noticed Rodney was tossing around on the ground with smoke pouring out of him.
Missy pointed her pistol at Rodney and started shooting him again with the incendiary rounds. When she emptied the magazine, she inserted another one. She kept shooting him, over and over, inundating his body with the red-hot projectiles. The air filled with a putrid odor of burnt flesh and a cloud of smoke hovered over the ground like dense fog. Missy holstered her pistol and turned to Seth. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Rodney was still alive, but on the verge of losing consciousness. Megan didn’t know what was happening. Were they going to let her live, she wondered? She sure in the fuck wasn’t going to ask. A feeling of salvation overcame her when Missy and Seth disappeared into the woods. She closed her eyes, thinking how she couldn’t wait to tell the police what had occurred. She wanted Seth and Missy to pay for what they had done and for the other men that had hunted her earlier to be punished too. Of course, she hadn’t suffered nowhere near like the others had, but still had been kidnapped, stripped down nude, stapled to Rodney, then hunted like a wild animal. She was infuriated how they had shot her with the incendiary rounds as if it was a game. The fuckers had burned off her hair. That enraged her even more. They were going to pay for that, she thought.
Suddenly, she heard leaves being crushed and small twigs breaking. She looked around in a panic, thinking they had returned for her. Rodney spoke softly. “Don’t move.”
She looked at him. “What’s going on?”
He was desperately trying to get his hands loose from the rope. “If you’re quiet, they might not attack us.”
“Attack us? Who?”
“The wild boars.”
She started looking around, finally locating some pigs. They were hiding in the underbrush. A wave of horror washed over her when she perceived they were everywhere. She attempted to loosen her restraints, but they were too tight. She was helpless. At that moment, she realized what Missy meant by her having a different destiny. She was going to be eaten alive. It was her punishment for abandoning her son on the side of a road where he had been killed by wild animals.
As Missy and Seth approached the RV, bloodcurdling screams emanated from the woods as Megan and Rodney were being torn apart by the wild boars.
Shopping Spree
Seth started the RV and noticed the clock on the radio showed 4:17 PM. He looked at Missy. “We’re running behind. They’re going to be pissed.”
“Is it really after four o’clock?”
“Yep.” He keyed up on the two-way radio. “K-Dog. You there?”
“Sup?”
“Did you make the pickup?”
“Like an hour ago. And I didn’t have to behead anyone.”
“I told you Joe was cool. Have you checked on Swamp Fox?”
“Yeah. He picked the bitch up and advised me he was heading my way. You’ll probably get here before he does.”
“I doubt that. We’re running a little
behind.”
“How far behind are y’all?”
“Just now leaving.”
The radio was silent.
“You there?”
“You realize we left six-hours ago.”
“I know.”
“Were y’all playing hide the snake or what?”
“No, but we can. But then we’ll be even later.”
“I don’t care either way.”
Seth could hear Barry in the background. “What’s Spanky bitching about?”
“He’s bored and doesn’t want to wait around for you.”
“I might let y’all spend some now. How much did we make?”
“Only five bucks.”
“That’s all Joe could get. Houston is a shithole.”
“He said most of them were back in jail.”
“That’s about right.”
“Barry wants to know if he can still have some money.”
“There’s a number on the back of the bills. Read those to me.”
“Let me go write them down.” A few minutes later, Kenneth came back. “Yo?”
“Go ahead.”
“37, 26, 19, 6 and 21.”
Seth regarded the inquisitive expression on Missy’s face. “Those are page numbers in our files. Let’s see who Joe was able to round up.” After he reviewed the files, he keyed up. “K-Dog?”
“Sup?”
“Y’all can spend three of them now. The other two we’ll save for later.”
“Which ones?”
“Twenty-one, six and thirty-seven. And make sure you check out their files. Y’all need to spend the fuck out of them.”
“Ten-four.”
Seth considered the plan of actions as he gazed at Missy. “We have to figure out what we’re gonna do next. There’s Janna Johnson in Longview and Robert Haverland in Lufkin that still need to be picked up. Maybe we should take them off Kenneth’s plate since we have more time.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “You know I don’t care.”
Seth keyed up. “K-Dog?”
“What’s up?”
“When y’all get done, head to Texarkana. I have a warehouse there and you’ll find the address is the folder. Missy and I will make the pick-ups in Lufkin and Longview. Also, wait for Wyatt so he can follow you to the warehouse since he doesn’t have the information from the folder.”
“Ten-four.” Kenneth was parked at a rest stop on the east side of Houston. He studied Barry for a moment. “I say we wait here for Wyatt, then head on to Texarkana.”
“Don’t you want to fuck up the assholes?”
“You know I’m not into the whole torture thing like you and Seth.”
“Come on, man! It’ll be fun. We haven’t had a chance to fuck up someone together.”
“We’re parked at a rest stop. We can’t just do it here.”
“We can find a place.”
“It’s too risky. Seth already has a warehouse in Texarkana. Just fuck them up there.”
“I wanna do it now.”
“You’re gonna get us busted with your impatience.”
“Why are you being paranoid now? Look at all the other shit you’ve done on this trip.”
“I’m not being paranoid. Seth just has everything planned out.”
“If it makes you comfortable, I’ll plan it out.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better. That scares the hell out of me.”
“Just head back towards Houston. I’ll think of something.”
“Fuck it! If you get us busted, I’m going to make you my prison bitch.” He drove off.
“Why would I be the bitch? Maybe you’d be mine.”
A few miles down the highway, Barry gestured out the window. “There’s a pawn shop. Stop there.”
“Why? Do you need to pawn something?”
“I’m going to get some shit that we can use on them.”
He pulled in and parked. “Make it quick.”
“Can I have some money?”
Kenneth looked at him like he was crazy. “Fuck you! You want to do this, so you pay for the shit.”
“You know I’m tapped right now.”
“That’s your problem.”
“Seth gives you money.”
“Yeah. For gas and food. Shit like that.”
“Then let me use your credit card.”
“Now I know you’re crazy.”
“It’s not a big deal. Seth said he would reimburse us for expenses.”
“He did not.”
“Fuck if he didn’t. Now give me the card.”
Kenneth started to hand him his Visa, but pulled it back. “You better not buy too much shit.”
“I won’t.” He snatched the card from his hand and leapt out.
Kenneth keyed up on the two-way radio. “Short Bus, you there?”
Seth answered. “Go ahead.”
“Do I get reimbursed for expenses?”
“You shouldn’t have any. Did I not give you enough cash?”
“Yeah, for gas and stuff, but Barry is using my credit card to buy some things at this pawn shop.”
Seth started laughing.
“That motherfucker said you would.”
“What was his new word? Bamboozled.”
Kenneth spotted Barry pushing a cart loaded with tools and equipment. “Oh, fuck me!” He got out. “What the fuck is all this shit?”
“Stuff we need.”
“Looks like you went on a fucking shopping spree.” He noticed there were all sorts of equipment and gear piled on the cart: an electric jackhammer, log splitter, generator, cordless drill, circular saw, sledgehammer, extension cords, reciprocating saw, work lights, toolbox full of tools, a welder, a portable torch kit and some miscellaneous items. Kenneth went ballistic on Barry. “You got to be fucking kidding me! How much did this shit cost?”
Barry began loading the items in the camper shell next to the unconscious scumbags. “I need to talk to you about that. Your card had a limit and I had to pitch in almost two-hundred bucks. I’ll need that back ASAP.”
Kenneth exploded. “I thought your ass was broke. And how much did you put on my fucking card?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
“What do you mean? You bought the shit.”
“I didn’t ask. The guy just said I was over the limit by a hundred and ninety-seven bucks, so I paid the difference out of my pocket.”
“Where’s the receipt?”
Barry handed it to him.
Kenneth noticed the bottom with the total had been torn away. “Where’s the rest of it?”
“I don’t know. That’s what the dude gave me.”
“Bullshit!” Kenneth caught sight of an old-school boom box as it was lifted into the truck. “Why did you get that?”
“So we can listen to some music while we’re fucking them up.”
“Dude! That thing is old. It only takes cassettes.”
He opened one of the cassette decks and pulled out a cassette. “Some dumbass left this in it. And the pawn shop didn’t even catch it.”
Kenneth read the name of the movie soundtrack written on the cassette, Flashdance. “It’s an obsolete piece of shit, just like that stereo.”
Barry laid the boom box in the back of the truck. “You’re just jealous because I got one over on ‘em.”
He spotted a telescope laying on the cart. “What the fuck is that?”
“What does it look like?”
“Why did you get a fucking telescope?”
“We might need to do some reconnaissance.”
“On the fucking moon!” He looked at the price tag. “I know you didn’t pay five-hundred bucks for this.”
“Hope. I got a discount.”
“You fucker. You need to take this shit back in there.”
“There’s no refunds. Everything is sold ‘As Is’.”
“Bullshit!”
“It says it right there on the receipt.”
“How convenient th
at didn’t get ripped off.”
“Stop whining and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Barry settled into in the truck.
Kenneth was still steaming as he raced off. “You’re going to pay me back every fucking cent.”
“Speaking of paying back, where’s my two-hundred bucks?”
Silicone Sex Toy
Kenneth was still pissed as he sped down the highway. “Why in the fuck did you get a welder?”
“I bought this trailer off Craigslist a few months ago, and it needs some repairs.”
“What the fuck? You bought shit for yourself, then have the audacity to ask for your two-hundred bucks back?”
“I told you….”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just tell me where in the fuck we’re going.”
“Fine, crybaby.” He scanned the surrounding area through the window looking for a place to stop.
A few miles down the road, Barry spotted a mini-storage. “Hey! We can do it there.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“We can rent a space. That way no one will see us.”
“That’s fucking stupid.”
“No, it’s not. Think about it. We’ll be behind closed gates. Cops don’t patrol there.”
“Maybe not, but they have fucking cameras.”
“So. We can disguise ourselves.”
“What about my truck?”
“We can disguise it too.”
“Stop pretending to be Seth. It’s too risky.”
“You’re just trying to make it difficult because of the stuff I bought.”
Kenneth drove around for two hours looking for a place. He finally found an old barn that appeared to be sitting empty and located way out in the country. It looked as if no one had been there in a long time, judging that by the way the weeds were grown up around it. Barry had fallen asleep, so Kenneth, still furious, yelled at him. “Wake up, asshole!”
He jerked forward and rubbed his eyes. “What the hell? I was sleeping.”
“I found a place.”
Barry examined their surroundings, spotting the barn. “I’m not really in the mood anymore.”
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