“Yeah that will do the trick,” Jim said, and then he took the stun-gun from Mike.
Alyssa tried to fight it. Jim touched her on her lower back with the stun-gun, which sent a shock-wave through her body. Alyssa twitched like an epileptic on the floor of the Boat House.
“That was fuckin’ cool!” They both shouted.
“Dude, I totally want to hit Trailer Park with that later.
“You got it Mike. Now let’s wrap her up in that blue tarp, and carry her out to the boat.”
“Hey Alyssa,” Jim said looking down on her, “don’t fuck with me bitch or I will hit you with another 200,000 Volts.”
Mike laughed as he covered Alyssa with the blue tarp. Jim helped Mike wrap Alyssa in the tarp. Then they carried her out to the dock, and dropped her on to the boat.
“That’s a trip Mike.”
“What’s that?”
“The name of the boat we are using tonight,” Jim said, “The Bitter End.”
“It seems to fit,” Mike said.
They laughed as they dragged Alyssa down below deck into the cabin and tied her down to the table.
“Don’t worry Alyssa,” Jim sang softly into her right ear, “It will all be over soon.”
Then Mike and Jim left Alyssa alone in the dark cabin. Alyssa began to cry as she heard Jim singing his song again…
“You done me wrong… Now there is only one way to put things right
You done me wrong little girl… Now there is only one way to put things right
That’s with you dead and gone… That’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.”
18
It was a little before Six p.m. Hey Joe by Jimi Hendrix and The Experience blasted out of the juke-box at Billy’s Bar & Grill. Paul entered the bar and slid onto a barstool by the door, while he waited for Alyssa. Paul ordered a Budweiser from Betty Ann, the barmaid. Paul watched Betty shake her cute little ass as she went to get him a beer, and then took a look around Billy’s Bar to see if Alyssa might already be there.
Paul thought it was pretty slow, which makes sense for a Sunday night in July. He took a drink of his beer. Then Paul spotted three chicks shooting pool in the back of the bar.
“Damn look at that,” Paul said to himself. “Those chicks back there are hot. If I wasn’t meeting Alyssa I would be into playing a game with them. Wait a minute… that isn’t… no fucking way!
It is those chicks from the show last night. Fuck! I hope they aren’t meeting The Howlers here.”
Paul nervously chugged his beer, and ordered another.
“What’s up Trailer Park?” Betty Ann said, “Are you meeting Jim and the band here? How is Jim anyway?”
“Who? What? Oh, no I am supposed to meet someone else here Betty, and Jim is good.”
“Well you tell that sexy bastard to come visit me when you see him Trailer Park. You can tell him I got a lot more of what I gave him the last time he was in here, alright Trailer Park?”
“Yeah sure Betty I will tell him.”
Betty left Paul to tend to another customer at the other end of the bar. Paul watched her shake her ass again and nearly jumped through the ceiling when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey Trailer Park,” Katrina said, “You are a little jumpy.”
“I guess you can say that,” Paul said, “it’s Katrina right?”
“Yeah it is,” Katrina said, “are you partying with us again tonight Trailer Park?”
“I suppose, but I wasn’t planning on it. Is Jim meeting you here?”
“Yeah, we are meeting Jim, Mike, and Tyler. Jenny and April are over there playing pool. I thought that was you over here so I thought I would say what’s up, and I thought you might be here with Jim.”
“No,” Paul said, “I haven’t seen any of them since the party broke up this morning. Hey let me ask you something Katrina.”
“Sure Trailer Park what is it?”
“Did you mention to Jim about seeing me in the parking lot last night?”
“No Trailer Park,” Katrina said smiling, “I didn’t think there was anything to mention. I saw you with some girl. Is that who you are meeting here tonight?”
“Well sort of,” Paul said.
“Hey Katrina it is your shot!”
“That’s April,” Katrina said, “damn big mouth. Let me get back to the game.”
“Yeah sure,” Paul said. Katrina left and headed back to the pool table.
“Damn!” Paul said to himself. “Jim is on his way here, and so is Alyssa. I have got to call Alyssa and tell her what’s up, and that I will meet her somewhere else.”
Paul pulled out his cell phone. He checked the time. It was twenty after six and Alyssa must be running late, but could be walking through the door any second. Paul called Alyssa as he walked outside to get away from the blaring juke-box. Come on Alyssa he thought answer the damn phone. Paul lit a cigarette while he paced outside the bar. He walked around towards the back. Just as he turned the corner he got a blinding punch in the nose. Then he felt his legs get kicked out from under him.
Paul hit the blacktop hard. It knocked the wind out of him. Paul felt a kick to the right side of his ribs. He tried to roll away, and while he gasped for air he got another kick in his stomach. After that Paul lost count of how many kicks he got, and where they kicked him. Then Paul’s attackers stopped.
Paul had not been able to see who attacked him. It all happened so fast. Now Paul laid in the parking lot behind Billy’s Bar feeling like a stomped sombrero after a Mexican hat dance. Then Paul felt a hand grip him by the back of his hair and yank him upright. Now he knew who this was, and what this ass kicking was about. Paul knew this was coming. Now here it is.
“Hey scumbag,” Jim said, “Take a look at this.”
Paul couldn’t believe his eyes. It was a picture of him and Alyssa kissing.
“If you like that picture asshole you are going to love this one.”
Then Paul saw a picture of Alyssa bound and gagged. He couldn’t even speak.
“Check it out Trailer Park,” Jim said, “Get your ass out to the Boat House in an hour. You, me, and the cheating whore are going to talk this shit out. Got it? If you don’t show… or if you’re thinking you’ll go to the Cops… let’s just say that either of those options would be a disastrous mistake. Because then I am going to kill her… Then I am most definitely going to kill you.”
Paul got another crack in the face. It was a hard right hand in the jaw. He watched Jim and someone else walk away. Then peeled his beaten ass off the blacktop and crawled into his truck. Paul lit a cigarette, and then let out the smoke with a heavy sigh.
“I am totally fucked,” Paul said to himself, and started the truck. “If I am heading out to the Boat House I am going to get my gun first. Then we’ll see how the fuck we are going to talk this shit out.”
Paul tore ass out of the parking lot with action sound tires onto Montauk Highway. He headed home to get his gun, and then to rescue Alyssa from the Boat House.
19
Jim and Tyler watched Trailer Park tear ass out of the parking lot.
“Hey Tyler, you stopped by Trailer Park’s trailer and took his gun right?”
“Sure enough Jim, it was right where Mike said it would be. I also left a note that read…”
“Fuck You! Ya Dang Buzzard!”
“Very Cool,” Jim said.
“I thought you would like that Jim. By the way where is Mike?”
“He is keeping an eye on that cheatin’ whore Alyssa.”
“That poor girl,” Tyler said.
“Yeah,” Jim laughed, “I am sure Mike is making her wish she was dead already. Let’s go meet up with Katrina and her friends.”
Jim and Tyler went into Billy’s Bar and grabbed a couple of seats at the bar. Betty Ann wasted no time bringing them a couple of Budweiser’s.
“Hey baby,” Betty Ann said, leaning over the bar and giving Jim a kiss. “Where have you been?”
“I have b
een around Betty,” Jim said.
“You just missed Trailer Park. He was here a minute ago.”
“That’s alright Betty,” Jim said, “me and Tyler are meeting some friends here and then heading out.”
“Hey Jim,” Tyler said, “They are over there by the pool table.” Then Tyler went over and grabbed Jenny’s ass as she was taking a shot.
“Thanks for the beer Betty, but I have got to get going.”
“Alright Jim, but let’s get together soon”. Then Betty reached over and whispered in his ear. “I want your cock.” Then she kissed Jim on the lips.
“We’ll have to see what we can do about that,” Jim said. “I’ll catch up with you later Betty.”
Katrina wrapped her arms around Jim’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss.
“Hey babe,” Katrina said, “how did I do?”
“You did great Katrina Are you ready to go?”
“I am ready when you are Jim.”
“Come on let’s beat it on out of here,” Jim said to Tyler and the girls.
“Where is Mike,” April asked.
“Oh, he had something to take care of, but he is looking forward to seeing you April,” Jim said.
Jim led them all outside to the parking lot.
“See you later Betty,” Jim said, as he passed her heading for the door.
“Looking forward to it baby,” Betty said, blowing him a kiss.
“Who is that Jim,” Katrina asked.
“An old friend, you aren’t starting to get jealous on me are you?”
“No, I am not getting jealous Jim.”
“Are you riding with me Katrina,” Jim asked, as he got on his Harley Davidson and started it up with a roar.
“Hell yeah! I am riding with you,” Katrina slid onto the back of Jim’s bike.
“Do you want to ride with me Jenny?” Tyler said imitating Forest Gump, and starting up his Harley.
“I am not sure Tyler.”
“Go ahead Jenny you lame ass and live a little,” April said, “give me your keys, and I will follow you guys in your car.”
“Alright here you go,” Jenny said, handing April the keys. Jenny nervously got onto the back of Tyler’s motorcycle.
Jim and Tyler’s Harleys rumbled through the sticky summer heat. They headed east on Montauk Highway towards the Boat House. April did her best to keep up with them in Jenny’s VW Bug. Before Jim and Tyler went to the Boat House they stopped by Jim’s apartment to drop off the women. They pulled into The Hedges apartment complex.
“Who lives here Jim,” Katrina asked.
“I do. I need y’all to hang out here for a little bit. Are you cool with that?”
“Yeah Jim I am cool with that,” Katrina said.
“Good Katrina, Tyler and I have got some shit to take care of, and we’ll be back as soon as we’re done.
“Ok Jim,” Katrina said.
Jim took Katrina by the hand, and led her up to his apartment. Tyler and the girls followed. Jim let them in and turned on the lights.
“Y’all kick back here,” Jim told them, “me and Tyler got to go do something quick. There is some beer in fridge. Relax and I’ll call you soon as we’re done Katrina.”
“Ok Jim,” Katrina said, giving him a slow kiss, “hurry up,” then she kissed him again.
“You keep kissing me like that I am not going to want to go,” Jim said.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” Katrina said, kissing him again.
“Nope,” Jim said prying himself away. “I have to take care of this tonight.”
Then Jim and Tyler left to go to the Boat House.
20
Paul damn near crashed into his trailer as he skidded into the dirt driveway. He left the truck running as he ran inside to get his gun. Paul noticed the door was left open a crack. He hesitated a second. I know I didn’t leave the door like that he thought. Slowly Paul pushed open the door to his trailer, and took a step in.
It would so be like those fuckers to be waiting inside to jump him again. Paul thought about it. I left before them. They couldn’t have gotten here before me. Wait… there were only two of them. The third Howler has got to be here then. I will just make my way to the gun Paul thought, and if someone jumps me, I’ll shoot the fucker down.
Paul hurriedly made his way to the bedroom. He dove onto the floor and pulled the box from under his bed where he kept his gun. Paul tore off the lid and found that his gun was gone. “Shit!”
“What the Fuck!” Paul shouted, “Where is my fuckin’ gun? What is this?” Paul picked up a piece of paper that was where his gun should be.
“A note?” Paul unfolded the piece of paper and read it out loud to himself.
“Fuck You Ya Dang Buzzard!”
“Shit! Those fuckers took my gun! Shit!”
Then Paul heard what sounded like a footstep behind him. With a clench fist he quickly spun around to see … nothing.
“Man… my nerves are shot. I am hearing things. Now what the hell am I going to do? Well, I have to go out to the Boat House,” Paul tried to convince himself. “I have to get Alyssa. I might as well be saying I have to get my ass kicked… again.”
“I wonder what Jim is up to? Why would he want me to come to the Boat House? I am sure it’s to torture the shit out of me with one of his fucked up mind games. Well I dug my own grave with this one. I suppose its time to face the music.”
With his head hung low Paul dragged his feet heading back out to his truck. Climbing in behind the wheel, he cranked the engine, and Burn in Hell by Twisted Sister blared from the speakers. Paul rolled out of the driveway and drove to the Boat House.
21
Alyssa shook with terror as the cabin door creaked open. The sudden burst of light from behind the silhouetted figure in the doorway forced her to squint to see who it was, but she couldn’t see. It must be Jim she thought. She hoped he had come to his senses and was going to let her go. The shadowy figure then closed the door. They were both swallowed by the darkness.
Alyssa’s whole body clenched as she felt a firm hand move from her ankle, past her knee, then her thigh, and finally to the soft spot between her legs. He let out a small groan, as he began to massage her there for a little while. Alyssa wanted to scream, but knew she couldn’t.
Alyssa didn’t know if it was Jim touching her. If it was Jim, it was creepy, but he has touched her like this before, but she didn’t know. The firm hand moved up towards her waist, and Alyssa was able to breathe for a moment until… He started lifting up her shirt. The firm hand with rough skin, glided up her stomach, which was tied in knots inside of her. He began caressing her left breast. Then he stopped. Alyssa wept under the strain and her body went limp.
Alyssa tried to scream through the duct tape over her mouth when she felt something like cold steel lay flat on her stomach. She then felt the point push against her belly. She knew it was a knife. Then the light in the cabin was turned on. Alyssa saw that it was Mike standing over her… with a knife.
Alyssa trembled under the blade as Mike dragged the knife slowly, without cutting across her skin towards her chest. He slipped the knife under her bra between her tits. Mike quickly jerked the knife cutting the bra, and exposing Alyssa. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Why all the tears Alyssa?” Mike said, “We’re just having a little fun.”
Mike leaned down close to Alyssa’s ear. She could feel his hot breathe on her neck; it reeked of rum and cigarettes. Mike’s hand reached down and grabbed her left breast again.
“You know Alyssa,” Mike said in a raspy whisper. “I always thought you had great tits. I always wanted to see them, feel them, and taste them.”
Mike leaned down and started licking Alyssa’s nipple, sucking it a little, and kissing it some more. Alyssa shook from this violation. She was terrified as to where Mike was going to take this next.
Alyssa felt a sharp pinch on her nipple. The pain increased as Mike bit down harder and harder. Alyssa squirmed and t
wisted, while screaming into the duct tape, struggling to get him off of her, but she was tied to the table, and he was holding her down. Alyssa thought she would pass out from the white hot pain. Then she felt a tear from her breast. Mike lifted his head and stepped back, grinning through a mouthful of blood. He then spit out her nipple onto the cabin floor.
Alyssa screamed and screamed, but couldn’t be heard. Mike’s sinister laugh terrified the hell out of her. He turned quickly, and stomped over to the other side of the cabin. Alyssa attempted to calm herself until… She saw Mike coming towards her with a hypodermic needle!
Alyssa watched Mike as he rocked with the boat, slowly approaching her. He was letting her get a good look at the hypodermic needle. Mike was letting her imagination run wild with fear. He stood over Alyssa with the needle, and then grabbed her right arm tightly. He stabbed the needle into Alyssa’s arm, and began to draw blood out of her arm.
“Don’t worry Alyssa,” Mike said, “I am just taking a little bit of blood from you for later. Trust me, this is nothing compared to the blood you’ll be losing when Jim gets back.”
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