“You ever hear that song Erin? My mom used to sing it to me as kid. This might surprise you, but I had a great childhood. My parents never divorced. We went to Sunday school every week. I was baptized when I was twelve. Now don’t worry. I’m not some religious freak. Those people are scary.” He tossed the eyelid aside and began on her right one. She screamed again as he continued talking.
“So yeah. As you can see I’m mostly a nice guy. Sure, I have my moments as Abby can tell you. She was rude to me on Backtrack, so I responded with some rude messages, but as long as things go my way I’m quite reasonable.” He closed the curlers around the eyelid eliciting another scream. “My dad was a software engineer for Texas Instruments. My mom stayed home most of the time. So it was mostly her, my older sister and me. I haven’t seen my sister in ages though. She moved to Germany after college. We never got along so well. She always called me a freak.”
“God, I wonder why.” Abby chimed in.
“You shut the fuck up! I’m telling a story here! I’ll come over there and slice your fucking tits off next if you say one more word!” He shouted, and then cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.”
“So as I was saying. I always had poor boundaries as my therapist said when I was in junior high. She added, if I liked or wanted something or to be around someone, I tended to impose myself on people. If I wasn’t invited to the party, I just showed up. Most the time I didn’t react so nicely when told to leave.”
He squeezed harder on the curler as the blade slowly sliced through her eyelid. Her screams turned to all out wails as the flesh cut away from the eye.
“There was one time, it was at our church youth group. I must have been, oh, fourteen maybe? This one kid, a real stuck up little shit. He’d invited our whole youth group to his birthday party. I guess he forgot that meant I would be there too. Well, neither he, nor his mom, wanted me there. She said I was creepy if you can believe that shit. Me? Creepy? Yeah, same here.” He said looking baffled. “Well I didn’t take the news to well and our shithead youth leaders didn’t stand up for me. They insisted that I go. I guess his parents had money and all, big donors to the church, that sort of thing.” He was talking with his hands, with the eyelash curler in one hand with a severed, bloody eyelid hanging off it.
“So I got a little upset. They had this nice vase there, I guess it was worth a lot of money. Now, I don’t remember all of this, it’s all somewhat of a blur. But I threw this big vase to the ground and shattered it. I picked up a huge glass shard and cut his face to ribbons. Now, don’t worry. He lived. Funny thing is, I got six months in juvie, but his face is still all fucked up. So who do you think got the real lesson in that one?” He laughed and tossed the eyelid aside.
“So after that, I was in and out of juvie a lot. Usually for getting in fights and stuff. But I did clean up my act finally. By the time I was in high school I’d learned not to let loose in such wild fits of rage. I started holding it in, and planning. So like now as you can see, I’ve pretty much perfected things. Mobile location, wildlife body disposal. Plus I’m a computer programmer so I know more than the authorities on computers and covering my tracks. A lot of work for true love isn’t it?”
Erin was staring up at him in a permanent and horrifying stare. Her eyelids now removed, she looked around wide eyed as tears ran down her face.
“What did you do? I can’t close my eyes.” She asked.
“Oh, I chopped ‘em right off. Now, you won’t miss a single, beautiful moment of what is left of your life. You’ll get to watch it all, and feel it.”
He dug through her backpack and pulled out a makeup kit. Rodney wasn’t sure why she’d have needed one on a hiking trip, but something told him she’d have one, and he was right. He found a compact and flipped it open to the mirror. He held the mirror in front of Erin’s face. For a moment he thought her eyes would literally pop out of her head. She immediately screamed.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he pulled out a knife. “We’re not quite done yet.”
Knife in hand, he grabbed her by the cheeks and began cutting into the flesh around her mouth. She gagged and screamed as blood poured from her mouth and bubbled down her chin. He pulled her bottom lip free, as it was now just a hunk of bloody meat. Going back to work, he cut away at the upper lip as she continued screaming, but by now, little fight was left in her. He pulled the upper lip away, and smiled as he admired Erin’s now permanent skull like grin. Her screams had turned to whimpers as she sobbed, staring up at him with her living-death mask of a face. He looked closely trying to decide what else needed to be done. Soon it hit him, as he went to work on her ears.
Chapter 16
Between Erin’s screaming and Rodney’s rambling about his childhood, Abby wished he’d have just ripped out her eardrums so she wouldn’t have to listen to them. It sounded terrible in her mind, but something inside of her was changing. She no longer cared if she made it home. She wanted to hurt Rodney, and maybe even Erin. Though she was just stupid and selfish. He was pure evil.
She looked over at the hideous look now frozen onto Erin’s face. Abby wondered what Erin’s rich family will think of her now. Once he was done rambling, he got up and climbed outside of the van.
“Excuse me ladies. I need to take care of business,” he said. Abby figured he had to take a piss. When he was gone she looked at Erin who was lying there crying with her eyes permanently open.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who is getting tortured,” Abby said. “Nice try though, bitch.”
“I’m sorry,” Erin said. “It’s nothing personal. I just want to go home. You’re already all fucked up. I’d have gotten help.”
“No you wouldn’t. We both know it. You’d go back to your quiet home in the Dominion and would be on with your happy little life.”
“That’s not true. It’s not true at all!” Erin cried and blubbered some more. Abby couldn’t understand her. She wiggled her wrist around the handcuff, fruitlessly seeing if she could slide her hand out. The metal had dug into her wrists, rubbing much of the skin away. Abby tugged and tugged, ignoring the pain and gritting her teeth as she tried to work her wrist free. Unlike earlier, there was some movement within the cuffs.
She tried to hurry before Rodney came back in, but didn’t think she had much time. Rolling her hand into a V shape she pulled and pulled, trying to get it through the cuffs. She pulled slowly, willing her hand back and forth. The steel tore against her flesh as she pulled, but not gaining much movement. She relaxed her hand, closed her eyes and counted to three and pulled her hand through the cuff as hard as she could. Her thumb snapped as it went through, eliciting a cry of pain as more skin tore away from her hand.
She opened her eyes and found her right hand was free. Her thumb dangled loosely and it was covered in blood, but it was free. Leaning up quickly she grabbed her stomach as pain from the earlier torture shot through her abdomen. Erin looked at her and finally realized what she was doing. She opened her mouth as if to scream, but Abby pointed at her.
“Shut the fuck up. I swear to God I will kill you!” Abby said as she dug around in the tool box just as the van door slid open. Quickly she lay back and placed her hand over the cuff as if she were still cuffed. Rodney looked around at the two of them and smiled.
“Ok then,” he said. “I feel much better. What should we do now?” He clapped his hands together and walked to the tool box. “Let’s see what we have left in the toy box here.”
He pulled out an ice pick and looked down at Abby.
“You’ve had a nice break Abby. I’d say it’s your turn again.”
He leaned in with the ice pick, holding it inches from her eye. A smile crossed his face as she stared at him, unflinching.
“Well look at you. You grow a set of balls after I dug out your pussy?”
Without a word, she pulled her free hand up, grabbed his hand with the ice pick and yanked him down, off balance. He tumbled to the ground next to her as she reached over and slapped the handcuff around his wrist.
“Hey!” He yelled.
She leaned into the toolbox just behind her head, feeling around with her hand and found a hack saw. She took the saw and smashed him in the face with it, busting his nose wide open before she began sawing at the other handcuff still restraining her. With the adrenaline pumping, it only took her a minute or so to cut through the chain and she was free.
Rodney rolled around holding his nose. She grabbed his other arm and slapped the other handcuff on him, locking him in place with both hands.
“You bitch!” He yelled. “You fucking bitch! You are so fucking dead! You think you’ve felt pain? You’ve felt nothing yet! You hear me! Nothing!”
She ignored his screaming, but couldn’t ignore Erin.
“Oh my God!” Erin said. “You’re free! Cut me loose! Cut me loose! Hurry!”
Abby looked at her crazed eyes and spit directly into one of Erin’s eyes. Erin screamed as Abby climbed into the driver’s seat and turned on the headlights. She put the van into gear and started to drive.
Chapter 17
Abby had no idea where she was or where to go. She just sped down the dirt road, which curved and twisted through the dark. She could be headed to freedom or deeper into the wilderness. She had no idea why she was going so fast. Rodney was chained up in the back so running from him inside the van would be pointless.
She tore around one curve almost losing control but kept it just on the road. Speeding along another curve caught up to her, she wasn’t expecting this one and missed it completely heading off the road. The van bounced through a ditch several times, causing Abby to hit her head on the steering wheel sending her into an instant daze.
The van bounced off some trees and bushes before it came to a stop. She sat looking around trying to figure out what had just happened. Looking up at the rearview mirror, her forehead had a huge bruise and her nose was bleeding. Other than that her face was unharmed. After a moment she snapped out of it and climbed into the back of the van. Erin was screaming and crying while Rodney was still struggling to escape, but not making any progress.
Abby sat down and looked around. She could get out and try to walk, but she was badly wounded, naked and lost. Rodney’s cooler was nearby, she opened it and took out a bottle of water and drank a whole bottle down in one long chug. She tossed it aside and grabbed another and drank it. By the time she was finished, she had gone through four bottles.
“Water! Please! I need water!” Erin cried. Abby took a bottle and sprayed some into her face causing her to scream some more. She couldn’t believe how much she drank, but her body needed it badly. Walking over to the tool box she dug around through the tools and found Rodney’s Cleaner. She picked it up and clicked the mandibles open and closed. Staring at it with strange fascination. A few hours ago, this piece of metal had been inside of her, shredding her very womanhood. Ripping it out of her in huge, bloody chunks. She held the Cleaner as she turned toward Rodney and held it up inches from his face, clicking it before his eyes.
“Remember this, Rodney? Your little friend?”
“Fuck you cunt. You don’t have the balls to use it. You’re just gonna lie there and cry until I can get out of here. Then I will reach up your pussy and gut you from the inside.”
“You don’t seem so scary any more Rodney.”
“Where are we? Did you wreck the van and get us lost even more you dumb bitch?”
She took the Cleaner and cracked him over the top of the head with it. He yelled as she looked at him again.
“I think it’s time you and your toy grew acquainted.” She held it up and clicked it again while walking behind him, undoing his jeans and pulling them off. He kicked and struggled against her, but she managed to get them off, exposing his bare ass.
Kneeling down she pulled his cheeks apart and looked up at him.
“Now I’m not gonna lie. This will hurt like hell.”
“You can’t hurt me you fucking cunt!” He said, but he began grunting biting his lip as she slowly inserted the tool into his asshole. She opened and closed the mandible while twisting and pulling chunks of his colon out and tossing it onto the floor. The whole van already smelled of piss, shit and her rotting uterus he’d torn out earlier. The pain was still intense, but the adrenaline was keeping her going.
“What are you doing you crazy bitch! Why aren’t you out getting us help? You’re free!”
Abby pointed the Cleaner at Erin.
“I told you to shut the fuck up! You want me to rip out your precious, golden pussy with this thing? Shut your face!” Abby said and went back to work. As she kept ripping, his bowels let loose and shit flooded from his asshole. Abby had to jump out of the way to keep from getting it all over her.
“All look at that. You’re a grown man and you just shit yourself. How pathetic.”
“Fuck you! I swear to God.” He took a deep breath, then spoke again more calmly. “Look. If you let me go right now. I’ll forgive you. We can forget about all of this. I can get us out of here and I’ll take you to a hospital. Everything will be fine. I promise.” He even forced a smile. Abby wanted to shove the cleaner down his throat just at the sound of his voice. She had never seen someone so full of themselves. This guy couldn’t be serious.
“I have a better idea,” Abby said. “How about I keep torturing you until you are sucking your thumb and calling me mommy. I kind of like the sound of that actually.”
“You fucking bitch! I will cut your eyes out and shove them up your broken snatch! I will fucking kill you! You’ll never…” He screamed until she cracked him across the mouth as hard as she could with the cleaner. Teeth cracked and snapped as he gagged, but eventually spitting out the broken teeth. Blood was now seeping from his mouth.