Jaspierre stood up, and walked to the rabbit. It was breathing. She petted its fur. There was one large clamp, and it seemed to be holding a lot of those little tubes in the rabbit. Jaspierre opened the clamp. Blood sprayed out of the rabbit, draining its life all over Jaspierre’s face and chest.
Mother cackled with laughter. Best prank ever.
Chapter 18
The front door was locked. Lucas wasn’t sure if he should try to go in through a window. He sat and waited, sipping at his milkshake. As he hit the bottom, he saw a figure walking toward the house. He couldn’t tell who it was, but they were carrying a duffel bag and appeared to have a machine gun and, possibly, a rocket launcher. Lucas ducked behind a bush and hid quietly. As he sat he noticed silver by his foot. Panties? Why the hell were silver panties sitting here?
He peered out between the tiny branches and realized it was Jaspierre. She looked tired. Where the hell was her car? She could use help. Lucas climbed out of the bush. He realized, too late, he should have called out he was there.
The machine gun was pointed at him and she was already pulling the trigger. Her eyes grew wide as she realized it was Lucas. Jaspierre dropped the gun on the ground and sat down and cried.
“It’s dumb luck I didn’t know where the safety was,” she said between sobs. “I am having the worst day.”
Lucas hurried to her side and helped her up, holding her, and kissing her forehead. “Did you kill him? Are you okay? What happened?” He squeezed her and she calmed in his arms. “Let’s go in and lie down and you can tell me all about it when you are ready.”
Jaspierre stared at the man she loved. Him, in lipstick and sparkly sunglasses and a too short red dress. He was still perfection to her. He helped carry the guns and the duffel bag, and Jaspierre opened the front door with a code.
“Let’s go shower.” They went up to her room and they walked through her closet, and then they saw the shower was still shattered from when Jaspierre had punched it earlier. It had only been a few days ago, but it seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Uh, I guess we should use yours,” she said. Lucas took off the dress and bra stuffed with tissues and was standing there in nothing but lipstick. Jaspierre couldn’t help but smile a little. She took off her leather vest and pants and the tight green shirt. Lucas led her to the shower and he washed her. “Did you have fun getting food? What did you bring me?”
Lucas froze. “Well, er, I didn’t bring anything back. I kinda trashed it all, because I was trying to keep the car clean… I can make you dinner in a second, though.”
Jaspierre nodded, and her weary eyes started to close. Lucas wrapped her in a towel and kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Do you want coffee or a coke? Or do you want to go to bed?”
Jaspierre looked up at Lucas. “A coke would be great.”
Jaspierre put on a long, soft, flowing white dress, and Lucas put on a clean set of scrubs. They walked to the kitchen together, hand in hand. Lucas pulled her close and kissed her on the lips, and then turned to make her dinner. “What do you want to eat? Fish? Chicken? Salad?”
Jaspierre sipped on a coke and said she wanted a waffle. He grinned and looked for a cookbook. “Oh, well, they are in the freezer.” He pulled out a large frozen waffle. He warmed it up in the oven with a dish of water to keep it moist. Then he sliced strawberries and bananas, and whipped cream. Her waffle was nice and hot; he layered the fruit, and then two scoops of vanilla ice cream, and the whipped cream piled on top.
She looked at the dish and back at Lucas and grinned. “Seriously, you have the best ideas.”
“Come sit with me and you can eat and tell me what happened.” Jaspierre and Lucas curled together on a large seat by the pool and she ate and explained the car wreck, and how she never even got to kill Chance. She burst out giggling as the caffeine worked it’s magic, and she described shooting the rocket into the man’s yellow car. Lucas couldn’t help but giggle also.
As they sat and talked and discussed their day, Ikali walked up and hissed at Lucas. “Oh yes, let’s get these two fed. How could I have forgotten?” Jaspierre sounded rather upset.
“I’ll get right on it, ma’am.” He saluted her playfully and hustled to the kitchen. He emptied the first can of cat food and Tessa appeared as if from no where. She meowed pitifully and pressed her body against his legs, nearly knocking him down. He hurried to open another can and Ikali was soon standing in the doorway, hissing with his teeth bared. Lucas hustled with the two remaining cans, trying not to be knocked down by Tessa or bitten by Ikali. The plates sat and the cats began munching enthusiastically.
Lucas had this terrible realization; he didn’t know when he had last fed Russell. He plated a sandwich and chips and a coke. Hopefully, Jaspierre wouldn’t mind him feeding the other pet. “Hey, Jasp? I was gonna feed Russell; did you want to come?” She came from the other room, carrying her empty plate.
“Okay, but nothing special like waffles for him, he doesn’t deserve it.”
“This okay?” He gestured to the plate he had made, and she nodded.
She stepped between her cats as they ate and ran her hands down their backs. She caressed them. “I missed you guys.”
She turned and walked to the library with Lucas following behind. The fire was still burning, but it wasn’t hot. Marcy was not charred yet. Her skin, in many places, hadn’t even blackened. “Dammit.” Jaspierre threw more wood on the fire, and then more and more, until the pile of wood was as large as a couch. “This needs to be way the hell hotter or it’s gonna take weeks.”
“Can we still go down there?” Lucas asked. Walking underneath such a massive fire did not seem terribly pleasant.
“Oh, yes, it’s not a big deal.” She clicked the ear of the serval and the fire moved out of the way. “You can’t leave the door open when it is lit because the fire will suffocate.”
She stepped down inside and Lucas followed. The door slid shut. The lights clicked on. Jaspierre took one look and slid the sword out of the console. There was blood drips all over in tiny tracks. She glanced up at the monitors and it all came rushing to her in a big wild fury. She saw Marcy’s face hanging askew where her mouth had been sliced apart. “You let him out!”
The blade pointed at a bewildered Lucas’s throat. Lucas dropped the plate of food he was holding and the plate shattered as it hit the floor. “He is out?” His voice rattled in a horrified whisper.
“Don’t act so shocked. You are the one who did this. I should have known you were planning this all along. You bastard.”
“I… I didn’t. I didn’t do this. I didn’t let him out! Why would I have done this! I took his toes!” Lucas held his hands out pleading with her.
She pressed the blade onto his still gaping and sore chest. “Down the stairs.”
Terror rushed over him. He couldn’t go back in his room. He couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter if it would be different, if it would be a kinder, better captivity with sex and delicious food. It didn’t matter; he could not go back in that room. He took a step to the stairway, and as she followed he ducked and punched the back of her hand. She let go as she yelped, the sword skittering across the room. Jaspierre leapt on top of Lucas ripping at his hair, beating him with her fists, kicking him with her feet. Like Mother.
Lucas curled up tightly, waiting for the beating to end. He almost punched back, but he realized it would make his fate worse. Don’t fight her. Wait and she will grow weary, she can’t keep this up.
Jaspierre held his hair with one hand and punched his ribs with the other. Her toes popped when she kicked him with her bare feet, and she regretted not wearing her high heels. Mother wore heels, and they hurt like hell. Jaspierre let go of Lucas and stepped back. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Mother was a monster. Jaspierre still remembered clear as day. Mother was a vicious monster.
Jaspierre had no intention of becoming like Mother. She opened her eyes and Lucas was standing; he looked ready to run at any moment. His eye was swe
lling, his nose was bleeding, he looked miserable.
“I’m sorry. Mother used to beat me, I promised myself I would never do that.” She picked up the sword and slid it back in place.
He wasn’t sure what to say. He hurt, but he wasn’t imprisoned, and he didn’t have to fight her. Weary relief washed over him.
She sat in the chair at the computer. She felt tired. It took a lot of energy to beat someone.
Chapter 19
Chance reached under his seat to grab a gun; he didn’t even care which one. People obeyed when they were at gunpoint. The lady and the man without toes were both fairly quiet in the back seat. They were probably worn out from all that screaming.
The bigger problem, was that the gun wasn’t there. He wrinkled his nose. He opened the glove box. “Fucking shit.” That gun was gone too. Now he knew he’d been robbed. He popped the trunk.
In the trunk, he found he still had a decent arsenal, but his favorite rocket launcher and machine gun were gone. “Dammit.”
He grabbed a machine gun and shut the trunk. He’d have to figure out where she put his guns later. He tapped the window with his gun, and the old lady yelped. She was tear streaked and terrified. He open the door.
“Pick up that dumb mother-fucker and be a dear and help him into the house. That or I will fucking shoot you in the foot and still make you drag him inside.” The lady stepped out nervously and shook Russell. He moaned and his eyes fluttered.
“Come on; I gotta get you inside,” she said. He got out of the car, not processing anything happening. His weight on his feet was excruciating. What was left of them was swollen and bleeding. He yelped when his feet hit the ground. The little lady pulled his arm around her shoulders and lifted him the best she could. They stumbled to the house together. Chance kept poking her with the tip of the gun, Russell’s crushing delirious weight pressed into her.
They went into the house. The house was filthy; porn magazines and movies littered the floor along with chip bags and candy wrappers. Chance kept them moving toward the kitchen. He flipped up a wooden panel in the floor and told them to go down the narrow stairs. It was a dirt cellar down there, filled with booze and not much else. The stairs were too narrow for the lady to carry Russell down. She stood helplessly at the top, trying to figure out how to maneuver him.
Chance gave her a moment, pleased with her struggle. But Chance got bored with the dilemma on how to get down a tiny flight of stairs with an injured man. He gave her a nice big shove with the front of his gun, and the pair of them tumbled down the cellar stairs with a loud thumping. rumbling crash. There was silence at the bottom and Chance flipped the cellar back shut.
Chapter 20
By the time Chance was finished cutting off her toes the blood was pouring out of her. She did not survive the process. This was mind boggling to Chance because Russell was alive in his basement. He untied her left hand and snapped the arm on her virtually lifeless body. She made no cries, shuddered, then died. It was particularly annoying to him. He was hoping she would make it a few more days at least. One lousy orgasm and two halfway decent ones were all he got out of her. What a waste.
He rolled his eyes and left her naked body tied to the table. He grabbed a six-pack of beers and a leftover taco and sat on the couch and munched away. That old chick’s death would be easy to pin on Jaspierre, if it came to that.But he wasn’t sure how to best use Russell to his advantage. He turned on the TV and watched CSI: Special Victims Unit. That was his favorite CSI because it always made him a little horny. Those victims really did seem to have special things happen to them.
He drank all the beers and belched repeatedly. It was a nice rest from all the effort he spent on the little old lady. He kinda wished he’d asked her name. Ah well. Too late now. He fell asleep on the couch. When he woke, he had an excellent plan for Russell.
He walked past Helen’s body and squeezed her breast on the way by. He felt like a dirty homo because he kinda wanted to fuck Russell a little. Maybe he’d have her again; it’s not like she was rotting. Maybe they could both fuck her. So many choices. Russell would inspire him to pick one.
He flipped open the trap door and walked downstairs. Russell was still lying there, his feet propped up on the stairs. He was snoring. How cute. Chance grinned at the man. He grabbed his feet and dragged him up the stairs carefully. He didn’t want to knock him out. Russell woke up after the first thump of his head on the stairs. He was bewildered and couldn’t remember where he was or what was happening. Chance dragged him and laid him on the kitchen floor. He flipped the trap door shut. Russell let out a little cry. A soft, scared, muffled cry as he saw Helen’s stubbed feet sticking over the table edge. Chance knew right then and there he was gonna fuck. He picked Russell up and sat him so he could watch, and he dropped his pants and climbed over the dead woman. Russell cried out weak, scared moans, and it was perfect. Chance hardly lasted. He loved the sounds, the feel, the death, the terror, the scared whimpering. The soft titties in his face. As he finished, he moved out of the way. “You wanna have a go?”
Russell made a terrified gagging noise. Chance grabbed his hair and dragged his face between her legs. “You wanna lick that?” He giggled as Russell gagged even harder.
“Alright, well that’s enough of that. I didn’t bring you up to fuck around, but we might later if you are nice.” Chance let go of the weak man’s head and zipped up his pants. “How did you piss off Jasp enough to have her rip off your toes?”
Russell’s head hurt. “I don’t even know. I asked her on a date. She said her name was Juniper.”
“Hahaha, you tried to date her!” Chance roared with laughter. “That closed-legged nun doesn’t date anyone, you fucking dumbass. Tell me more.”
“Well, she said yes, we went out for dinner, it went well. She took me back to her house.”
Chance nearly spit out the beer he was drinking. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“No, I went to her house, and she made me a drink… And then… I don’t know. She drugged me. I woke up in a prison cell. I tried to climb out, and I fell and broke my arm… She sprayed me with water… and I woke up without my toes.”
“How did you escape this cell?”
“I don’t know. The doors… I don’t know.I killed her, cut her jaw right off.”
Chance scoffed, and laughed. “Try again, you dumb shit. Who was driving the car you were riding in?”
“I…” Russell trailed off; his brain was fuzzy and blurry. “I am sure I killed someone… I remember how the sword felt in my hands. How it tore through…” He winced as he remembered swinging the blade around and it slamming into her open mouth. He meant to be chopping at her throat, but her mouth was so open and so big.
“Well don’t leave out the details!” Chance smiled at the man, and clapped him on the back. “I wish I could have been there. I bet Jaspierre was not real happy to have you escape! Slicing up people! When did she throw you in the trunk?”
Russell swayed a little. He kept trying not to look at the naked old woman. He remembered her helping carry him, and sorrow grew withing him. His stomach flipped. She didn’t deserve this.
“When! Think. When did she?”
“Oh, um, well. She… I got in the car by myself. But I was trying to get in Lucas’s car… Wasn’t I in Lucas’s car?”
“Who is Lucas?” Chance felt pissed. Here she was, whoring herself out to man after man like a bar of soap in the prison. Rub it on your dick and pass it on. She was a fucking slut. And even now that she was a slut she wouldn’t give it to him in the parking lot? What the fuck? He was her first love! Russell slumped down, he fell toward the table and his face almost hit the woman’s breast. Chance grabbed him by the hair. “Who. Is. Lucas?!” He emphasized each word with a painful, angry, whispering growl.
Russell lungs wheezed and he cried, “I don’t know! I don’t know. He said he was a prisoner like me. But I don’t know! She let him drive a car.”
“A prisoner like yo
u?” Chance laughed and shook Russell’s head, pressing it into the dead breast in front of him. Russell was too weak to fight. “Clearly, he was not like you.” Chance’s anger flared. Jaspierre had multiple lovers. But somehow, shaking Russell’s weary face against a soft, wrinkly breast made him smile. “You know what would make you feel better?”
Russell shook his head. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know.
Chance pressed Russell’s face into her pretty tits and slid down the man’s pants. Thankfully Russell, the man with a snapped arm, toes snipped from his body, and infection completely raging through his body, passed out long before he knew what was happening.
Chapter 21
Jaspierre and Lucas had watched the news and scoured the web. What they had found was nothing. This was good news because nobody knew Jaspierre was involved at all. Only a short story of the car in a lake was findable in the local newspaper. It barely even had two sentences.
However, the longer they looked, the more Jaspierre guessed the old lady and Russell were both with Chance. Besides being caught this was worst-case scenario. First off, Chance was fucking nuts. Secondly he could be interrogating them both and building a case against her so he could imprison her, imprison her in an actual prison.
Jaspierre rolled this around in her head. Or.
Or.
Chance was fucking nuts and he was holding them hostage. Did he think Jaspierre would come and save a random old lady? Or she wanted to have Russell back? Joke was on him; she didn’t even like Russell. The old lady was different. She didn’t deserve to be held hostage for no good reason.
He wasn’t holding her hostage. He was raping her.
The thought turned her stomach.
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