The Country Club (3 page)

Chapter 5

     Caleb woke up and tried to sit up, but could not. He was strapped to a chair in a room similar to the one he’d been in earlier. The girl was still tied to a chair sitting on the other side of the room but facing him. The back of his head hurt and was throbbing. Someone must have knocked him out. The girl had tape over her mouth, but he did not. He looked around, trying to get his wits about him when the door opened, and the tuxedo guy, Denny and some tall, bald headed douchebag stepped inside.

     “Glad to see you
’re awake, Mr. Caleb,” the tuxedo guy said. “Sorry we had to put you out like that.”

     “I’m disappointed Caleb. I thought you were up for this
,” Denny said.

     “Up for this? What the fuck is this place?”

     “This is The Country Club. Yes, it really exists. I’ve been a member here since I was eighteen. My dad since he was eighteen and on down the line. They don’t usually let common folks like yourself in here, but I vouched for you,” Denny explained.

     “Yeah, well a little heads up would have been nice
,” Caleb said.

     “Dude. In college we used to fuck girls up all the time. This is just a step further is all.”

     “A step further? There’s a fucking drill on that little cart, as well as shit like pliers and an ice pick. What the fuck? Yeah we banged girls and got a little rough. We never cut them to pieces.”

     “Oh stop being so self-righteous,” Denny said. “They told me you tried to let her go.”

     “That’s right. I unstrapped her and gave her my jacket and we tried to get out. Then I guess one of those assholes knocked me out.”

     “With good reason. We can’t have these girls getting out and running their mouths to God knows who. Usually if someone acts like you, they put them in one of the room
s as a gift to a member. But I talked them into a deal for you.”

     “A deal?” Caleb couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He’d known Denny since they were both playing in the sandbox together. He’d never shown any hint of this type of behavior. Maybe this place was why.

     “Yeah. You’ll remain here and work for them. You’ll start out helping with cleanup, but eventually you’ll be able to help bring girls in, take care of members and so forth. You’ll live here at The Club. All your meals will be provided for. It will be a good life.”

     “Fuck you man. I’m not staying here. Let me out of this damn chair. You made your point. Let’s get out of here
,” Caleb said. He still refused to believe this was more than some kind of weird prank or initiation of some sort.

     “I don’t think your friend is taking this very seriously Mr. Dennis,” Tuxedo guy said. “I think a demonstration is in order.”

     He nodded to the big bald guy who walked over to the cart, picked up a large knife and slit the girl’s throat. She let out one final yelp as blood squirted from her neck. The guy had cut at such an angle, barely any blood got on him. He tossed the knife down and wiped his hands off as the whole thing had been like changing a light bulb.

     “Holy shit!” Caleb yelled. “What the fuck? Why the fuck did you do that? Holy shit!”

     “I told you. Trying to let her go didn’t save her. You maybe spared her a little suffering, but that’s it. She’s still dead,” Denny said. “So think about what I told you. You have two choices. Stay in that chair for the next Club member that walks through the door, or start your new job by cleaning this mess up.”

     “What about my job? My family? Can I call my mom?”

     “No, you’ll have no communication at first. I’ll make up something for your mom, don’t worry.”

     “Fuck. You’re serious?” Caleb said, still in shock from this whole experience.

     “Yes we’re serious. You want them to do another demonstration?”

     “No! No! Jesus. Can you let me out of this chair?”

     Denny looked at the tuxedo guy who nodded as the big bald douchebag walked over and undid the straps.

     “Now when you get up, I don’t recommend doing anything crazy. Richard here will take you upstairs to change clothes and show you where supplies are. Won’t you Richard?”
the bald douchebag nodded. He apparently couldn’t talk.

     Caleb stood and rubbed the back of his head. He followed Richard out the door, glaring at Denny.

     “Sorry man. This was supposed to be fun,” Denny said.

     “Fuck you,” Caleb said.

     Denny turned away as Caleb walked down the hallway with Richard. There was a set of decorative double sliding doors. Richard pushed a button on the wall and they slid open to reveal an elevator.

     “Get in,” Richard said. The first time he’d spoken so far.

     They got on and Richard pushed the “B” button. It dropped for several levels before coming to a stop and the doors slid open once again. The basement was not like the rest of the building at all. There was no fine décor down there. It was dark, mildewy, and smelled like rotten meat. Richard got out and turned to the right.

    
He took him to a locker room and going through a closet, dug out a pair of coveralls, boots, and gloves. Caleb got dressed as Richard stepped out of the room, and returned with a large case. He sat it on the bench and opened it. Inside was a hatchet, a hacksaw and other various cutting tools.

     “You’ll go through each room at the end of the night. Use these to cut the bodies up into as small of pieces possible. Then you will come back down here and get the cart. It’s in the other room. You’ll see it, it’s a large stainless cart with a big drop slot at the top. You’ll place the body parts in there, and come back down here and place them in the incinerator
,” Richard explained.

     Caleb only heard bits and pieces of what the man was saying. He caught words like “body
,” “pieces,” and “incinerator.” This night had not gone at all the way he’d planned. He thought he was on his way to a party where he’d get drunk, high, and laid. Instead, since he refused to kill some girl he didn’t even know, he know has to dispose of body parts for a bunch of rich assholes.

     “You hear me?” Richard said, snapping him out of his trance.

     “Oh. Yeah. I heard you,” Caleb said.

     “Good. Now get up there. Start with your girl then go into any room with the door open. Got it?”

     Caleb just nodded as Richard turned and left the room. He looked around and picked up the case and headed to the elevator. Once he was back in the room with the dead girl, he wasn’t sure where to start. First, he undid her straps and laid her onto the floor. Her eyes were frozen open in a death stare. He took the hatchet and spread her arm out to the side. His first swing with the hatchet was weak and half-hearted. He’d never dismembered a person before. As he went for another swing, he stopped and looked at her face.

     He couldn’t cut her up with her eyes staring at
him like that. He reached up and closed her eyelids and went to chop her arm again, but still he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead of her arm, he slid over by her head and turned it to the side. Maybe he should cut her head off first, then he won’t have to look at her face. He lined up the hatchet and looked away as he took the first swing. This time with a lot more force. The hatchet sliced partway through her neck, but got stuck. He swung again and again. It took him a good six blows before her head rolled free of her body.

     Blood oozed from her neck, but there was very little since she was already dead. He sat the hatchet down as her head rolled by his leg and stopped with her eyes staring back up at him. He didn’t know how her eyes opened again, but didn’t know how much of this he could take. It hadn’t even seemed real until he was in the room ready to cut up her body. The hatchet fell to the floor as he began crying, covering his face with his bloody hands.

Chapter 6

     Denny left the room and headed down the hall, down the stairs and into the lounge. The lounge was a large room separated from the rest of The Club. There were couches, chairs, as well as its own bar and bartender and other amenities. When he stepped inside, there was a group of men already engrossed in conversation about the night’s activities. One of them, Bernard Davis, was extra loud.

     “So, I take the drill and start driving it into her fucking skull,” Bernard was saying. “And she starts like vibrating, all like this.” He rolled his eyes in his head and started gyrating in his chair. The rest of the men laughed at his demonstration. “Yeah, it was funny as hell. She was still alive. I never had one twitch like that.”

     “I have,” George Robinson said. “It’s been awhile. If you can fuck up their brain just right when they’re still alive, you’ll get that twitching shit. Though usually they do it once they’re dead for a few seconds.”

     Denny stood listening to them. He found the conversation at
The Club much more entertaining than at a usual country club. He never liked golf anyway. Though he did bash a girl’s head in with a golf club once.

     “Hey Denny, we didn’t see you there. Where’s your pal? I thought you were bringing a new guy tonight
,” George asked.

     “Eh, didn’t work out too well I’m afraid
,” Denny said.

     “Oh shit. What happened?”

     “I guess I should have filled him in a bit more. He didn’t want to hurt her. Refused to even touch her. He really pussed out.”

     “Shit man. What’d they do to him? They kill him?”

     “Nah. I talked them into letting him stay here to work. So they put him on cleanup.”

     “Holy shit,” George said. “He’s gonna wish they killed him. How long does he have to stay?”

     “For good. That’s what they told me.”

     “You serious? That’s fucked up. See, that’s wh
y I don’t even have any friends outside of here. I can’t just tell someone about this place,” George said.

     “Yeah. Oh well. I need a drink.” Denny walked to the bar and ordered a beer. He came back over and sat down with the other guys. There were about a dozen of them total sitting around. Denny didn’t know all of their names. Some members came every week. Others only showed up once in a while. Memberships are passed down generation to generation. So it’s not like someone can walk in off the street and sign up. It’s one way of many
that The Club stays shielded from authorities. If someone is bringing a guest, they must be closely vetted. Caleb had been vetted but doesn’t mean they will follow through once they arrive.

     Several years ago, Denny had heard an undercover cop or FBI agent had somehow made it in. They figured him out somehow and he was disposed of. There was no other word from law enforcement after that incident. Denny wasn’t sure what
kind of safeguards they had in place, but he knew they were thorough.

     “So I didn’t get to finish mine. It was going really well too
,” Denny said.

     “More dental work?” Bernard asked.

     “Yeah,” Denny laughed. “Maybe I should have been a dentist. Not sure why I get such a kick out of it.”

     “I don’t know man. I’ve never fucked with their teeth. I didn’t want to put my hands in their mouth
,” Bernard said.

     “I use a vice type thing to keep it open so they can’t bite me. Once I yanked out all a girl’s teeth and made her suck my dick.”

     “Oh shit! What was that like?”

     “Got my dick all bloody. She was so fucked up she didn’t do very well.
So I cut her throat and fucked the hole in her throat,” Denny said as he took a sip of his beer.

     “Oh! Boom! That is crazy shit man
,” Bernard said as the other men broke out in laughter.

     “Yeah. I like to be creative. Keeps things interesting.”

     Denny finished off his beer and stood, walking into the lobby. He really did feel bad for Caleb. The plan had been to surprise him with the activities at The Club, and the two could exchange stories later of their conquests. Denny couldn’t think of a better male bonding experience. Forget golf or even hunting. Though there’d been talk of The Club adding hunting to the activities. That never happened though. While The Club’s property was large enough, they didn’t want to risk someone escaping the grounds. That or members accidentally shooting each other.

     So they were left to kill and torture inside
The Club. Some members had been coming there for years fairly regularly. Denny wasn’t sure how. He’d only been a member for a few years, and he already found himself getting bored. There wasn’t much of anything he had not yet done to a human being. He wasn’t sure what was left. It was still satisfying; it took care of his need. It just lacked the thrill it had when his father first brought him there for his college graduation present. That night, he and his father shared a room. His dad showed him what they did and how, and then let Denny have at it.

     Ever since that first night, he’d tried to re-capture the thrill but each time he came, it was
becoming less and less exciting. He walked to his guest room and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge. The Club provided a place for members to sleep so they didn’t have to drive home in the middle of the night. It was after two in the morning already. As he closed his eyes while stretching out on the bed, his thoughts were interrupted by screaming and yelling coming from the lobby. He sat up and opened the door to see a naked girl, covered in blood running through the lobby and out the front door.