Zombie X (7 page)

“I can take you to my place for safety. I have more than you need there. You don’t have to do this. Please, please don't do this to me. Just let me leave!”

The old man laughs at me.

“Take her away and lock her up!”

Ivan grabs hold of me.

“Don’t worry. Everything will turn out just fine. We just want you to accept your new family. Treat us the way you want to be cared for. Trust me, you will be part of our family soon enough,” Ivan says.

“You’re making a terrible mistake! Don't make this mistake. Please!” You can’t have me! I’m infected! You don’t want to get infected!”

“Shut up! You bitch!” Kyle stutters.

The twins take me down to the basement. They cast me in a dark room, and the doorway is locked. This place isn’t exactly a classy hotel. The room has a dirty bed, no windows, and the walls that surround me are solid. There’s a musty smell, and the room is silent. There’s an outhouse for me to take a dump. That is very thoughtful of them. I will have just to sit here, and I will wait to see what happens. I spend my days in pure darkness since I wasn’t given any candles to light up the room. The old man is insane, but he has thought of everything. They fooled me, and I let my guard down. I seriously did not see that coming. I never imagined that I would be held hostage by a human garbed as a priest.

I should have turned around and left as soon as I saw his sons feeding the zombies. I’m a fool to believe that I could trust anyone. I feel like a slave now. I don’t want to get knocked up or catch a disease. Telling them that I’m infected did not change their minds about me, so this is how appalling people have become. I’m going to have to kill them all. In order to do that, I have to be willing to die. Looks like I have a plan already! I’m not sure if it’s going to work, but I have to try. It looks like I’m going to be stuck here for some time. My plan isn’t going to work unless I accept my new life.

A few days have gone by. I haven't been touched since. I’m fed daily and maintained in this musty room. I hate being in the darkness. It’s like a 24-hour nightmare. The old man and his twin sons enter the room. They illuminate the room with candles. The twins hold me down. I won’t scream or beg for my life since I don’t want to make the situation worse. I accept my fate, and I will let the old man do what he wants with me. The old man turns to me and smiles.

“There is no fight in you, my dear. Have you assumed your new life?”

I will have to tell him what he wants to hear.

“I’m yours, Master. You can use my body. There is no need to sustain me in this solitary room.”

“We shall see. When I believe you, I shall let you out of this room, but you will not be unsupervised.”

The old man comes near me. The twins hold me down so that my face is flat on the bed. They remove my clothes. I feel a sudden chill. The old man starts to rub against my behind. It takes him a while to get stiff. He starts to put his thing within me. I profess to love every minute of it. I can hardly feel anything.

“Yes, that is correct. Just let me get inside you. Yeah, just like that. You are a little dry down there. I will spit on it for you. Tell me that you love it.”

I’m so disgusted with the old man. His filth is inside me. I know that I have to please him every second that he has his way with me.

“You are my Master. You feel so good inside me, Master. Don't ever stop. You are just so hard to make me forget. Oh yes, Master. I can feel every inch of you inside me. I love your manliness inside me.”

The old man seems pleased. I wouldn’t want him to be unsatisfied. I don’t want to find out what will happen if he becomes unsatisfied. I already have enough on my plate right now.

“You belong to me now. You are picking up every inch of my manhood inside you. This feels so right. I don’t know if I can keep going.”

The old man continues to give it to me. He moves forward slowly. He groans as he has his way with me. It sounds like he’s about to finish.

“I’m about to go. Get ready for it. Here it comes!”

The old man pulls out of me, and his filth goes all over my behind. It's about my worst experience ever. The whole time he was inside me, he felt very limp.

“Did you like it, Master?”

The old man catches his breath.

“My dear, you are one in a million. Soon I’m going to let you roam around. You won’t have to sit around in the darkness. One of my sons will escort you.”

They all leave the room. They gave me a lit candle to illuminate the room. I’m gaining brownie points with the old man. A couple of days have passed, and I haven’t seen the old man. I assume he’s too tired to do me since I must have tired him out. I’ve been planning my escape, and I wonder when I will experience the old man once more. The next day arrives, and I feel like crap. The old man and his sons enter the room. The old man must have gained back his strength, and it looks like he wants to have his way with me again.

“You shall receive my manhood. You must have missed me, but don’t worry, I’m back to please you, my love.”

Taking heed to the old man’s words is excruciating. I would still rather listen to him all day instead of having encounters with him. His words even make me feel queasy. The old man approaches me. His sons do not hold me down this time. The old man is starting to trust me. He begins to pull his thingy out. I assume the position, and he starts to enter me.

“My dear, you are receiving me again. Consider this a blessing,” he says.

“I can’t get enough of you, Master. Your hardness feels good inside me. Please keep this going. I want it really badly. I need you.”

The old man groans as he goes in and out of me. He eventually decides to attempt something fresh. He turns me over so that I’m facing him. He makes me get on my knees.

“You have now earned the pleasure of having me inside your mouth, my love. Take me inside you,” he says.

I start to take him slowly, and he controls my head with his wrinkly hands. I start to go faster and faster every second. He can’t seem to handle my speed since he begins to hold my head harder to gain control. He wants to go at his own pace.

“Yes. Yeah, just like that. You know how to move. Exactly like that. Go all the way inside your mouth. Go deep within. I want to feel your throat.”

I keep going, and I don’t speak.

“Here it comes! Get ready for it!”

The old man goes all over my face, and it’s a nasty display of filth. He moves his filth around my face with his limping thingy. He moves it all around my mouth. It’s a disturbing experience, and I don’t wish this to happen to my worst enemy. This is too unbearable. It’s better to die instantly instead of suffering like this.

“That’s it, just like that. You're indeed one in a million! There’s no other girl like you in the world because it’s not possible. I look forward to our next session,” he says.

I don’t say a word since I’m too busy thinking of how nasty this is. The old man and his sons leave the room. I clean myself up from his filthiness. It’s such a nasty smell, and I want to puke. I wonder how much longer I’m going to be in this room. I satisfy the old man as much as I can. He seems obsessed with me. I figure that he can’t handle me every single day. I guess he will return to my room in a couple of days. I feel dirtier than ever before. It makes me want to puke. I will never let anything like this happen to me ever again. The whole thing is completely insane. The old man’s sons don’t disgust me as much. It would be a lot better to let them have their way with me since the old man is filthy.

His sons aren’t attractive at all, but at least they aren’t old and wrinkly. They aren’t anywhere close to the old man’s level of nastiness. I'm impatient waiting for the day to come. I can’t wait to start walking around the church. I want my freedom back. I can’t endure this dark room. I'm really sick of it. I’m going to escape. I trust that matters will work out as planned for me. If the opportunity comes, I’m not going to hesitate to kill any of them. I wonder how I will kill them. I should stab the twins to death. I can always just shoot them. Shooting them is too easy. Thinking about killing them arouses me. I want to feel the blade go inside their flesh. The old man is a different story. I want him to suffer for a lot longer before I kill him because he is the mastermind. He’s going to be in agony, and I hope the opportunity arrives.

The day had gone by without incident. I spend the night fantasizing about how I will make the old man suffer. He will regret the nasty things that he has done to me. I should try to get some sleep soon. The next day arrives, and I’m ready to make my escape as I wait impatiently in my prison. I have to make sure that I stay the same person. I can’t let the old man get suspicious. He must not suspect anything. Several more days have since passed. The old man and his sons walk into my room. I hope I go to experience some freedom. The old man has that annoying smile on his face as he approaches me.

“I think you’re ready for some sunshine. You’ve been respectful. To get a little, you have to give a lot. You’ve sacrificed a lot, my dear.”

I stick with my game plan. I continue to play and play the role of a slave girl.

“What do you have planned for me, Master?”

“You’re going to be released. You can finally walk outside your room. One of my sons will be with you at all times. At night, you will be escorted back to your room for safety reasons.”

That’s bullshit. The old man just doesn’t want me to escape.

“I don’t know if it’s safe outside this room, Master. It would be nice to walk around and have some sunshine, but the zombies are walking the grounds. I feel safer in my room.”

“Don’t worry. You have been inside this room way too long. You’ve become mad. Relax. They can’t get inside. The gates are keeping them out. The place is secure and guarded. My sons won’t let anything happen to you. I can promise you that. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready, Master.”

I stand up and walk out of my room. Kyle escorts me around. He ties my wrists together. We walk outside. I really need some fresh air. Any air is fresher than the air inside my room. I’m not used to the daylight. My eyes are bothered by the daylight. It takes me time to get used to it. There’s nothing much to do all day. I sit outside and watch the zombies roam around the cemetery. The last few days have gone by so quickly. I continue to be a slave, and I request to have my wrists untied for good. I tell the old man that I’m harmless. He decides to untie me. I’m under the surveillance of the twins. It feels great to be free. It is a little freedom, but it’s not over since the old man continues to do me over and over. Many days have passed, and I decide that it’s time to make my escape. I have a plan for almost everything. I have a plan from A to Z. If something goes wrong, I will have a solution for it.

It’s a stormy day, and the twins are feeding the zombies. I offer to help feed them. The gate bears a small lock on it. All I need is an ax that’s on the ground. I can use it to break the lock. There are dozens of zombies roaming the gates. Kyle turns back to walk into the church. I drop my bucket that is filled with pig guts. Ivan focuses his eyes on me. The ax is within my reach. Ivan looks away since he is distracted by the zombies, and I bend down to pick up the ax with my right arm. I grip it tight, and I quickly swing—my arm targeting Ivan with the ax. The ax slashes—Ivan’s neck open as blood splatters on my face! Ivan grabs his neck and suffocates to death. I almost decapitated him. I quickly hack away at the small lock on the gate. It wears away after three strong hits. Kyle runs out and sees me. He’s in shock from seeing his dead brother with his neck slashed open. He yells at the top of his lungs!

I open the gate, and I back away as the zombies quickly enter the area as Kyle rushes to the gate with a machete to try to close the gate. He kills several of the zombies, but they outnumber him, and Kyle drops the machete. Kyle uses all his strength to try to close the gate, but the zombies are too many. The zombies manage to overwhelm him. Several zombies grab Kyle as he struggles with them, and he tries to throw punches, but they don’t do enough to stop the zombies.

A dozen zombies overpower him and Kyle is doomed. He can’t escape them as the zombies start to take bites out of him from every direction. They eat his flesh as he screams like a girl. Kyle stops screaming since the zombies have torn his face off. They pull into his belly, pull out his organs, and they rip out his bowels. The zombies begin to walk quickly in my direction. I quickly take the ax and make my way to the door of the church. As I approach the door, the old man opens the door. The old man is in disbelief. His mouth drops and he puts his hands along his head.

“NO! NO! NO! YOU BITCH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” 

I take the ax and swing at his legs. He quickly falls back into the church, and I slam the door shut. The zombies claw at the door, but they can’t break the door down. The old man is on the floor with his leg bleeding out. I kick him in the head. He is stunned from the kick.

“I have done God’s work, Master.”

“You killed my sons! You killed my boys! I own you! You bitch!” he cries.

I kick the old man again, and the kick to the head knocks him out. I've been waiting so long for this moment. It’s time to make the old man pay for what he did. I take the handy tools that are in the church. I find a nail gun and a hammer. I take the large wooden cross that’s on the wall. I remove the old man’s clothes, except for his underwear. I place him on the cross with his arms are carefully stretched out. His legs are on the wooden cross as I tie his hands and legs onto the wooden cross. I don’t have enough rope, so I find some wire to tie him up. I wait for the old man to wake up. After a couple of hours, the old man wakes up. He can’t move, and I stand above him as he looks on in terror.