“Mr. Evans, please, I’m so sorry.” Her
voice was delicate, shaky and on the verge of breaking down. “We
weren’t doing anything wrong….i mean….it was only,” she was at a
loss for words but Edward knew exactly what she was trying to tell
him. He put his head down, unable to look at her much less his son.
And then Megan broke down into tears. Liz and Andi also held their
heads down in shame. But fear was still at the forefront in their
minds.
“Dad,” Conner said in his own shaky
tearful voice, “I’m sorry. I don’t what I was thi….”
“Boy, I don’t believe I was talkin’ to
you. You let that pretty little bitch talk.” Nightmare made his
point. “Go on darlin’ tell the man what you did to his
son.”
“Look, I can write you a check for
however much you want,” Edward said to Nightmare. “Please just take
what you want and leave.”
“Daddy-o, I think you’re gonna sit
there and listen to what the girl has to tell you, now shut your
fuckin’ mouth! Get talkin’ girl!”
Megan had her head down and to the
side. She couldn’t look at Conner’s dad. But she knew if she didn’t
tell him what happened she was going to get that shot gun forced
into her head by that fucking madman by the name of
Nightmare.
Finally she looked up and said very
quietly, “I had….sex with your son.”
“Speak up girl the man can’t hear ya!”
Nightmare commanded.
“I….I….we had sex.” Her voice was
chocked by tears and humiliation.
“Well goddam! Whooo buddy. She done
fucked your son daddy-o!” Nightmare started clapping his hands
again.
Badman joined in to and said,
“Yeah,yeah, fucked your boy!”
Edward held his head down with his eyes
closed. He looked up and shook his head at Megan and silently
mouthed “it’s ok”.
Nightmare looked at Edward
like he
was
the
crazy one.
“What the fuck you say dad? That shit
ain’t ok!” Nightmare turned his attention to Conner who was crying
and said, “How old are you anyway boy?”
“I’m sixteen,” Conner said reluctantly
and after being threatened by Mr. Nightmares sawed off shot
gun.
“Holeee shit! You hear that Badman!”
Nightmare howled with a sick grin.
Edward shook his head, eyeing Conner.
He said pitifully, “son.”
“Ok, I’m….fif….fifteen.” Conner held
his head down and began bawling.
Megan’s eyes widened and both Liz and
Andi raised their heads simultaneously. All three girls turned
their heads sharply at the boy sitting next to them.
Nightmare let out a long, wheezing
laugh. “Goddam girl, you done fucked a baby! Holeee shit!” He
continued, “And how old are you pretty little cunts if I may ask?”
Liz told him eighteen and he doubled over in wild, insane laughter.
Spittle flew out of his mouth onto the beige carpet. After about
forty five seconds of everyone staring with fear and disgust at
Nightmare he finally stopped and stared at Megan. He was breathing
heavy from laughing so hard but he kept looking at her and she
could feel her stomach tighten with anxiety and
sickness.
“You know what,” he said and then, “I
don’t believe you.”
Silence.
“Show me.”
Everyone’s mouth drew open slowly in
disbelief at what they just heard and Megan had a fright mask of
terror on her face when she said, “What,” breathlessly.
“You fuckin’ heard me. Show me. I don’t
fuckin’ believe it.”
Conner was speechless.
His dad begged, “Please for the love of
god!”
“Shut your fucking mouth daddy-o! We’s
gonna see some fuckin’!’
“Yeah,yeah, fuckin’!” Said
Badman.
Nightmare pointed his gun at Megan as
he walked over to her. He put it to her forehead and nodded at
Conner.
“Get them pants off boy!”
Liz and Andi were crying their heads
off.
Nightmare cut Megan’s rope around her
hands. He forcefully pushed Liz and Andi off the couch. They hit
the floor hard. Megan was a sobbing mess of tears. She felt as if
she could throw up. Nightmare had his gun to her forehead still and
commanded her to stand up. She did slowly and he smacked her hands
away from her pubic area as she was trying to hide
herself.
“Get them pants off now
boy!”
Conner looked to his dad for help.
Tears were falling down his cheeks as he looked at his son.
Nightmare threatened Conner again and he obeyed. He took his pants
off, showing himself to everyone in the room. Megan coughed out a
cry when she looked over at him. Conner did to.
“Get to it now! C’mon!” Nightmare
said.
No one moved.
“Don’t make me beat you senseless girl.
I wanna see you fuckin’! Here, we’ll set the mood.”
Nightmare went to the big stereo and
turned it on. He turned the dial and it landed on Dark Horse by
Katy Perry.
Megan covered her face and cried. She
didn’t have it in her to go through with it. But if she didn’t she
would have an early death. She stood up and began to straddle
Conner but backed off. More cries. Another attempt and then the
pleading came.
“Please….I….I….can’t do
this.”
That comment got Mr. Nightmare’s shot
gun assisting her on top of Conner via her forehead.
“Get a good look dad,” Nightmare said
with a smile.
Edward couldn’t watch his son partake
in this sick act. Badman made sure that he did though when he hit
him upside the head with his rifle.
Nightmare yelled, “Don’t you dare look
away daddy-o! Watch!”
Conner was limp and was going to stay
limp despite how good Megan smelled as she got on top of him. She
cried into his shoulder and half assed grabbed at his penis and
then quickly moved her hand away as if she touched a spider. There
was no way they could have sex because she was dry as a desert. It
wasn’t going to happen.
Nightmare was getting restless. “Well
c’mon. Take that snake bitch!”
“Here, this might help.” He went and
stood by the two beyond humiliated teens and began making a
sucking, snorting kind of sound. He lowered himself and spit a
giant, yellow wad of phlegm onto Conner’s ball sac. He grabbed
Megan’s hand and forced it into the snotty mixture. Megan gagged
and cried some more but then fear took a time out when she jumped
off of Conner and screamed at the fucking sick fuck.
“You’re going to have to kill me
because I can’t do this!” She pulled at her hair and
screamed.
Liz and Andi covered their mouths in
horror.
‘Fuck it then!” Nightmare shouted and
then, “here dad, let me just show ya!”
He stomped over to the pool table and
punched Edward in the jaw with the shot gun. Nightmare turned him
over and ripped of his nice grey slacks, (more than likely bought
at a place where he would never in his life be able to afford
clothes at) and yanked Badmans rifle from his stupid hands and
shoved that motherfucker right up Edwards rich lawyer ass. A high
and hellish shriek of female voices flew from the mouths of the
girls as Nightmare rammed the rifle up into Edwards’s anus. Badman
took Nightmares shot gun and began laughing wildly, swinging it at
the teens, tormenting them.
Megan put her hands up in a surrender
pose and screamed for Nightmare to stop. Edward roared out in
ungodly pain. A small gush of blood splattered from in between his
legs. It looked black against the green pool table.
“Yeah, just like that dad. Whatcha
think!” Nightmare looked over his shoulder at the screaming,
horrified kids as he sodomized Conner’s dad with Badmans
rifle.
And then it was over.
Edward moaned in agony as he laid on
his stomach on the pool table. A bright splotch of blood coated his
buttocks. Everyone was crying and gasping and making inaudible
sounds of shock and horror almost as if speaking in tongues, all
while Nightmare smiled at them, holding a bloody rifle in his
hand.
Badman rolled Edward over onto his back
and Nightmare stood above him, looking down at him.
“Ya like that dad? It’s ‘bout time you
rich folk know what it’s like to get fucked up the ass
anyways.”
Edward laid still and silent but felt a
world of inexplicable humiliation inside him. Would he ever be able
to look at his son again?
The sounds of shock and
dismay began to fizzle out among the group being held hostage in
Conner’s living room. Liz had broken out into a cold sweat and she
was breathing heavy. Dark circles formed under her eyes. Almost
whispering, Andi said to her, “What’s wrong Liz.” As if she had to
fucking ask. They all had witnessed a grown man being raped by
another man inserting a rifle into his anus. But there
was
something wrong with
Liz. Megan noticed it to.
Liz was sitting on her knees on the
floor with her arms wrapped around herself. She was slowly rocking
back and forth.
“Liz, what’s the matter?” Megan asked
as quietly as she could but Nightmare heard her. “What the fuck’s
goin’ on over there?”
Liz looked up at Megan with sick
looking eyes. She said to her, “I’m really sick.”
It was a vile and traumatic moment
watching the sick act Nightmare put upon Conner’s dad, so naturally
Megan understood that Liz was feeling overwhelmed and nauseous from
watching it.
“I’m not well Meg.”
“You ladies better be talkin’ bout’
suckin’ dick!” Nightmare shouted.
Liz sat up and started to crawl slowly
over to the couch where she had left her purse. She reached for it
and pulled it down to her, dumping its contents out all over the
floor.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, little lady what the
fuck you think you’re doin’?” Nightmare pulled the trigger back on
his shot gun and was pointing to the back of Liz’s head. She
ignored him. Among the items that fell from her purse, was a
compact, black, zippered case. She unzipped it and inside was a
small, meter type of gadget. Also inside was a small tube. She
opened it and pulled out a tiny, white strip of plastic and
inserted it into the meter.
Everyone, including the defiled Edward,
was staring at her. Megan knew exactly what that little meter was
for but she couldn’t comprehend her best friend ever having to use
something like that.
“My god Liz, are you
diabetic?”
Liz pricked her finger with a lancet
without answering Megan and placed the small drop of blood onto the
white plastic strip.
Five very long seconds later the gadget
made a single beep and Liz covered her mouth and shrieked. She fell
backwards on her bottom, moving herself away from the meter as if
it was a demonic tarantula.
“What does it say!” Megan said
anxiously.
Nightmare was standing right above Liz
and he could see the meter.
“Oooh sugar, you’re high as a fuckin’
kite. Goddam, somebody get this girl an ice cold coca cola!” He
roared out a twisted laugh. But no one else was laughing,
especially Liz when she saw that her blood sugar was
418.
Megan saw the meter and she covered her
mouth in horror at the extremely high reading. “Oh my god Liz,
that’s bad, that’s real bad,” she said almost
hyperventilating.
“It’s ok, I just need my medication.
It’s at home. I forgot to take it with me,” Liz explained, talking
as if she was out of breath.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Megan
cried.
Liz went on to explain how she was
feeling ill at school one day a few months back and how she went to
the school nurse and on a hunch the nurse checked her blood sugar
and it was 232. Liz begged the nurse not to call her parents.
Instead the nurse had made her an appointment with a doctor who
specialized in diabetes.
She began to cry and Conner’s dad said
quietly, “Diabetes is a very manageable disease.”
Then Nightmare shouted, “All right,
everybody shut their fuckin’ pieholes, this ain’t some goddam after
school special!”
Nightmare put his hand up to his mouth
in a drinking gesture to Badman; his eyes trailing towards the
kitchen. Megan with a burst of courage asked in a frightened voice,
“What are you doing?” Nightmare just looked at her with that evil
smile on his ugly, rough face.
Badman returned from the kitchen back
into the living room with a can of coke. He handed it to Nightmare.
He said, “We’re gonna play a little game darlin’. You like games
don’tcha?”
Everyone had a sick look of terror on
their face, especially Liz when she saw the coke.
He turned the can over and began
reading the label.
“Let’s see here. Sixty four grams of
sugar. Ooh, that sure sounds sweet.” He popped it open and took a
small sip. “Hmm, that’s real good. You wanna taste
sweetheart?”
He reached down to Liz for her to take
the can but she strongly refused by shaking her head with tears
falling down her face.
“You don’t want any? Well here, this
might help.” That evil smile seemed to be permanently attached to
his face.