A Monster Escapes

by Lewis Wolfe

  The girl had woken up when he reached for her left breast and carefully rubbed her nipple. As she realized what was happening, her eyes had widened and filled up with big tears. Roger had leaned into her then and kissed her soft neck.

  She always tasted so sweet.

  “Relax, my chocolate milk,” he had whispered in her ear as he caressed her trembling shoulders. “You’re beautiful….”

  He hadn’t penetrated her that night because the arousal of merely touching her breast and tasting her had been enough to force an orgasm.

  It was unfortunate that he hadn’t lasted longer, but Roger Wheeley was never very hard on himself. There would be plenty of nights still to come.

  He lay in bed now, remembering the taste of Ellie’s neck lingering on his lips. It had been a while since he last went to her. Not because he wanted to wait, but because he was forced to. The little shit had told on him.

  His fiancée had confronted him with it in his kitchen last December, slightly before Christmas. Was it true?! Had he touched her daughter?! Had he visited her room and fucked her?!

  At first Roger had planned to deny the accusations, but then an evil stroke of genius flashed straight through his mind.

  “Yes. Yes, it happened. It happened once!” he admitted.

  His fiancée had looked at him, shell-shocked.

  “But it’s not my fault! You know how she flaunts her looks with those short skirts! I’m only a man….”

  And then he had said the ugliest part. That one part that was so damaging to the overweight woman’s self-esteem that she would never truly recover from it.

  “And I think it’s your fault too, Stella. If you were just a little prettier, if you just took better care of yourself, I wouldn’t be so tempted by your daughter! Can’t you just lose some weight?”

  His words had worked their way into her psyche in ways that were hard to predict, even for the clever predator that was Roger Wheeley. They had dug into her brain and torn all sense of reality to shreds. The jealousy of an undesirable woman was a terrifying thing indeed.

  A huge argument between mother and daughter had followed and the woman unloaded on the young girl.

  “It’s your fault! Why can’t you dress properly?!”

  “If you don’t want him to touch you, put a lock on your door!”

  “Why do you always have to stand in the way of my happiness?!”

  “You’re old enough to know what men want! How could you let this happen?!”

  “How could you do this to me?!”

  It was June now and Roger Wheeley was tired of jacking off under the covers to old memories, repressing his urges to appease the overweight woman lying next to him. She was dependent on him and the luxuries he provided, not the other way around.

  He tossed back the covers and got up. With a few quiet steps he reached the door and stepped outside. Ellie’s bedroom lay across the hallway to his right.

  His dick was throbbing inside his boxers when he reached the girl’s room. A lot of frustration had built up inside his groin and tonight he would release it all.

  Roger opened the door and found the girl lying in bed, wide awake. She looked at him with those pale blue eyes that pierced the darkness and an almost blank expression. Only the corners of her delicate mouth curled slightly downward.

  “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” Roger had to pant his words, he was so aroused.

  The girl said nothing. Instead, she sighed and turned on her belly like he had taught her to do. Face down, ass up, that was the easiest way to fuck.

  Roger wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that put him into a frenzy, or if it was even about the girl at all. Perhaps it was simply the control he had over something so beautiful and something so precious that aroused him beyond belief. As if the power itself was intoxicating and Ellie was merely the vessel through which that power inhabited his body.

  Regardless, he climbed into bed with her and positioned himself behind her. With an experienced hand he removed her panties and slid a finger inside her very tight vagina. The first few times it had bled profusely, but the girl was used to it now. He had broken her in.

  She cried as he moved in and out with his finger, but the tears made him even hornier. Soon he forced in a second finger, just to see how much he could hurt the young girl.

  “This is what you get for telling on me,” he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Are you going to tell on me again?”

  The girl sobbed, “N-no….”

  “No what?”

  “N-no… I won’t… won’t tell on you again….”

  Pleased with her answer and the control it gave him over her, he retreated from her vagina. He smacked her behind with the hand he’d just used to finger her, on the way out.

  “Ouch!”

  “Crybaby. Here… let me give you what you really want….”

  Roger took the dick that was raging inside his boxers and shoved it inside of her. She felt so warm and so tight, and he was so frustrated, that it was hard not to explode on the spot. He controlled himself, however, and fucked her very slowly.

  Ellie’s moans were pained and, mixed with the tears she couldn’t keep herself from crying, they formed a terrible melody that sounded beautiful only to the ears of Roger Wheeley.

  “I’m sorry, my chocolate milk… I won’t last very long tonight. But we’ll have plenty more nights to come….”

  Roger Wheeley knew he was about to blow his load and felt ready to do so. So what if he came quickly? There was always next time. Maybe they’d go another round before he went back to bed, even.

  It never came to an orgasm.

  “You motherfucker!”

  The voice belonging to his overweight fiancée came from behind him and, before he could even turn to look, his lights went out forever.

  2

  Stella stood in her daughter’s bedroom with the bloody claw hammer still in her hand. Her breathing was heavy after crushing her fiancée’s skull and repeatedly bashing in his face.

  Roger Wheeley was now a bloody pulp lying on the floor and, when you looked at him, you could barely tell that he had once been a person.

  Her daughter lay in bed with her covers pulled all the way over her nose. Only her terrified pale blue eyes remained. There was blood on the covers. There was blood everywhere. A testament to Stella’s unfathomable rage.

  That rage simply would not subside and it was all she could do to drop the hammer before she launched herself at her daughter. She tore the covers from the terrified little slut’s hands and grabbed her hair. Violently Stella pulled her daughter’s face toward the bloody pile that was Roger’s remains.

  “This is what you get when you fuck with me! You spoiled, entitled little shit! This was my man! My man! Look what you made me do!”

  “Mom…. Don’t! It wasn’t my—”

  “You best not finish that sentence!”

  In her burning fury Stella tossed the girl against the wall and sat down on top of her. First she slapped her cheeks, but she could not prevent her hands from balling up into fists. Fists that bruised the beautiful face of her whorish daughter.

  “You did this! This is your fault!”

  The girl said nothing anymore. She simply sobbed as she took her mother’s abuse.

  “I saw you with your ass up for him to fuck! I heard you moan for him like a dirty whore!”

  Her daughter’s tears stained her fists and Stella realized that she was going to kill her. She was going to kill her very own daughter. Her little girl that had somehow turned into this vile and hideous thing. She should have aborted the slut when she had the chance all those years ago.

  Now, though, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her rage did not go that far. She couldn’t end it. She couldn’t snuff the life that she had brought into this world. Even if it was a worthless whore.

  Stella pulled her daughter’s face very close to her own.

  “I am allowing you to live, even though you�
��re worthless. Even though all of this is your fault! I’m letting you go and I never want to see you again!”

  She stood up and released her daughter of the pressure her large body presented. Then she turned around and walked toward the door. Before she stepped into the hallway she turned around and allowed herself to look at her daughter one last time. She saw a weak, disgusting, terrified little thing curled up in the corner of the bedroom.

  “You better not be here when I come back.”

  DAY 4

  October 27, 2019 – Part 1

  1

  Morning came with a few rays of sunlight peeking into Ellie’s hospital room. The bright red of the rising sun made room for lilac shades, prompting the birds outside to whistle their private melodies. With the stormy wind of the previous night finally dying down, the start of a new day was a fact.

  Arthur had spent the night in an uncomfortable plastic chair next to Ellie’s bed. His body was sore but his mind was worse still, wracked with doubt and concern.

  In the rare moments that she slept Ellie looked peaceful. During her long waking hours, however, there was only panic in her pale blue eyes, and tension in her muscles that even the drugs couldn’t calm. Fortunately, she was resting now.

  Arthur hadn’t spent the night by himself. The young investigator, Jane Elring, and her bodyguard had come in slightly before midnight and watched over Ellie with him. The news they had brought with them was truly awful. The young Ethan Walker had passed away.

  Arthur had hated himself then. It was he who had asked Dr. Stewart to keep the young man at the hospital, ignoring the expert’s opinion that suggested the contrary. It was his fault that Ethan didn’t get out in time and, as Jane Elring had predicted, it had proven to be the death of him.

  He had wondered immediately what this all meant for Ellie. Would she too die from this mysterious disease that had her in its ugly claws? He had been too afraid to ask the young investigator this damning question.

  The most curious thing had happened when Jane Elring walked into Ellie’s room. The girl’s frightened expression and desperate struggles had ended immediately and made room for a strange sense of peace. Though it was fleeting, the moment of relief had been very precious to Arthur. For a little while he didn’t have to watch her suffer.

  Jane Elring looked very tired now and Arthur realized that she might have stayed awake all night. Her bodyguard, Caleb, sat next to her with a much more solid expression. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking or feeling.

  Arthur asked, “Did you get any sleep, Jane?”

  The young investigator smiled at him. It was a strange kind of smile from which something was missing, though Arthur couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. As if the expression had been a product of logic rather than emotion. Instructed rather than natural.

  Jane said, “I couldn’t sleep anyway. But Ellie slept a bit throughout the night.”

  Arthur had to confess that he wasn’t sure what had happened during the night. His old body had been so tired. Even in the uncomfortable chair one of the nurses had provided he could not help but fall asleep under the weight of his exhaustion.

  “How about you, Caleb?” Arthur asked.

  “I’m alright.”

  The bodyguard’s response was dry and to the point. Arthur could have appreciated that under normal circumstances, but right now he felt the need for a genuine connection with the other people in the room. He wanted, quite desperately, not to feel so damn alone and powerless.

  Jane said, “Maybe we should have some coffee. Caleb, would you mind getting some?”

  The bodyguard rose from his seat and the seated Arthur realized for the first time how strong the man’s physique was. Sure, Caleb was out of shape, but his back was naturally broad and his shoulders very well rounded.

  Without a word Caleb left the room to fetch some coffee from the machine near the entrance of the small hospital.

  Arthur turned his attention to the young investigator. She sat watching him, with her dark gaze reaching where ordinary eyes could not follow. Arthur knew that there was something different about her but he didn’t feel threatened by whatever it was.

  “Where do you meet someone like Caleb? Do you just post an ad?” he asked.

  “You put the word out, yes. If you know people that know other people, well… news can get around pretty quickly.”

  “And how do you evaluate candidates? Do you test them in some way?”

  “I go by my gut.”

  Again the girl smiled at Arthur, and again he saw that something was missing from her expression. Her lips were curled perfectly and even her eyes twinkled in just the right way. Something, though, something he couldn’t define, wasn’t present where it should have been.

  Jane said, “I can be a little awkward sometimes, socially. It comes with a mind that’s always occupied.”

  Had she responded to how he was looking at her? Had he betrayed his wariness of her, somehow? It was almost as if the young woman knew what Arthur was thinking, but of course that wasn’t possible.

  Jane leaned forward and spoke gently. “I, um… I have some things that I need to look into today, but I’ll be back in the afternoon to check on Ellie.”

  Arthur answered, “I appreciate your concern, truly, but there isn’t much you can do here, is there?”

  Arthur could tell that his words forced the investigator’s eyes to move in ways she didn’t want them to. As if there was something inside of her that struggled with this situation in ways he couldn’t understand. He decided then and there that the young woman had an enormous sense of responsibility and he loved her for it.

  “You mustn’t be so hard on yourself, Jane. I am already grateful that you spent the night with us.”

  “Mr. Toaves, I heard you had an accident a couple of years back. Is that true?”

  The question came out of nowhere and surprised Arthur. It threw his mind back to the terrifying event that had almost cost him his life and forced him to relive his fear. He didn’t want his mind to wander there and forced himself to abandon the train of thought.

  “I was in a car accident. Is that relevant to your investigation?”

  Arthur watched as the young woman shrugged. There was something in the way she asked her questions that made him think she already knew the answers.

  Jane said, “It might be nothing, but I’d like to talk some more about it later if you don’t mind.”

  “I believe I might mind. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, you’ll understand.”

  Jane didn’t bother smiling. “I do understand.”

  Arthur leaned back against his uncomfortable chair as he studied the investigator’s appearance. Her dark eyes seemed as if they looked for truths they could never find, and her blonde hair crowned her delicate face. Angelic. That was the word her appearance sparked in Arthur’s mind.

  He had enough life experience to know that looks were usually very deceiving. That a pretty face did not always come with good character. That blonde hair didn’t mean moral purity. That beautiful dark eyes could hide horrible intentions.

  Yet, for all his knowledge and experience, Arthur could not help but feel drawn to the young woman. Her awkward smile, her piercing eyes and, indeed, the beautiful blonde hair. And she had stayed with them through the night, something that suggested character to him.

  Arthur looked at Ellie, who still lay sleeping on the bed. He reminded himself that this peace was very likely fleeting and that he had to know what would happen next. It took all his courage to ask Jane Elring the inevitable question.

  “You said staying here killed Ethan Walker. Will the same happen to Ellie?”

  Jane’s dark eyes looked at the young girl as she said, “I don’t know yet. It’s possible.”

  She gave him her honest answer, in the simplest terms. Arthur both loved and hated her for it.

  “Then we must get Agent Bradford to agree to moving her!” he said.

  “You can talk to him, of
course. It would be the best thing to have her moved.”

  “You don’t think he will allow it?” Arthur asked.

  “I’ve worked with Agent Bradford for a few years now. He doesn’t usually budge much.”

  Caleb walked back into the hospital room. In his hands he carried three hot plastic cups, and enough milk and sugar to last for more than a week.

  “I didn’t know what you all took in your coffee,” Caleb said as he handed out the plastic cups.

  Jane joked, “So you robbed a store for us. I appreciate that.”

  Arthur drank his coffee black and he allowed the hot beverage to ravage the insides of his mouth. The burning sensation woke him right up, providing him with energy he had been sorely lacking only minutes earlier.

  “So about Agent Bradford….” Arthur said.

  Jane answered after taking a sip. “Yes?”

  “Perhaps he will be more inclined to move Ellie now that Ethan has passed?”

  Arthur hated himself for even thinking about using the young man’s unfortunate end to manipulate the special agent. As if doing so somehow tainted the memory of Ethan Walker. As if he was reducing him to a tool of some sort. Something he could use to get what he wanted.

  Even if what he wanted was only for the benefit of somebody else, doing it this way felt disgusting. But what was the alternative?

  Jane said, “You will have better luck talking to him than I will. You definitely have to try.”

  “You two don’t get along?”

  This time Arthur could see the girl’s smile was genuine. It crept up on her face quite suddenly, and forced her muscles to move in all the right ways. The natural ways.

  “Not getting along is an understatement. We have an understanding and stay out of each other’s way whenever we can.”

  “What happened between the two of you to make things go sour?”

  “A lot of stuff. Really, I… I can’t go into the details there.”

  Silently they all drank their coffee. When Jane and Caleb finished they got up and tossed their plastic cups in the small trashcan in the corner of the room.