“You bith!” He yelled now with a lisp.
“What? I can’t understand you. You have a little speech impediment. Might want to see someone about that.” Abby mocked.
“Fuck you! Fuck you, you cunt!”
She grabbed his nose with the Cleaner and twisted and pulled, ripping chunks of his nose off until there was nothing but a ragged hole in the middle of his face. Blood and snot bubbled in the open wound as tears were now running down his face. She figured it was just his eyes watering, but made her feel good inside just the same.
“Aww, don’t cry Rodney. We’re just getting started!”
Chapter 18
After an hour, Abby had ripped out a good chunk of Rodney’s bowels through his asshole. He still put up a fight and struggled though. She was impressed at his resolve. During the torment, she would drink another bottle of water and grabbed a protein bar he had stashed in the cooler as well. Then there was Erin, still crying and whining the entire time. Once she finished with Rodney, she turned to Erin.
“Ok, your turn you sick excuse for a human being,” Abby said.
“What are you going to do to me?” Erin cried.
Abby grabbed Rodney’s shirt and pulled it on along with his socks. While it made her sick to have any part of his clothing touching her body, she didn’t want to be running around naked. Abby cut the tape lose around Erin’s feet and dragged her out of the van. Her hands were still taped in front of her as Abby led her by the hair out of the van, out of the ditch and to the trail.
“What are we doing?” Erin asked. The sun was starting to peek through the trees.
“We are going to find help. At least you are.”
“Me? Why me? Are those crazy hogs out here?”
“Maybe. They’d like you. I hear hogs like to eat their own shit,” Abby said.
“Why are you so mean to me? I didn’t do anything to you?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? As soon as you ended up here, you begged him to let you go and insisted you could care less what he did to me. You even tried to use me as some bargaining chip with that psycho.”
Erin walked slowly while Abby limped along behind her. The pain from her earlier torture was coming back almost worse than before. She had no idea how bad the damage was as far as blood loss and possible infections. Walking was becoming more difficult as they stumbled along the trail. She’d left Rodney alive in the back of the van, but with the door open. He’d still be there when she got back unless they found help first.
Overhead the sound of something fluttering got her attention. Looking up, Abby saw a couple of vultures circling over them. The birds could sense death. Question was, whose? She was injured far worse than Erin. Though Erin was acting like she’d just undergone the Inquisition. At least Abby still had her eye lids.
They walked further down the trail before Erin stopped and sat on a log nearby.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Abby asked. “I didn’t say you could sit.”
“I can’t go anymore. I can’t,” Erin was hanging her head. “I’m sorry I told him to kill you. I was scared. I’ve never been in any kind of danger before.”
This threw Abby for a loop. She wasn’t expecting the bitch to apologize.
“I mean. I get it, I’m spoiled. People always told me that, but I never believed it. After tonight though it’s true. I know it now. This guy kidnaps us and I immediately beg to be let go and even tell him to have his fun with you. You on the other hand break your own hand to escape then fuck the guy up yourself. I would have never done that. He’d be torturing me now if you hadn’t done that. So, yeah. You’re a tough chick. I’m a spoiled little cunt.”
Abby wasn’t even sure what to say. Maybe the girl was just delusional. It was hard not to feel sorry for the girl. Especially since her face now looked like a living skull. Abby limped over next to her and sat down, though it hurt to sit, it hurt to stand just as much.
“It’s ok I guess. None of us have gone through this. Rodney is a sick fuck.”
“How’d you meet him? Was it date gone bad or something?”
“No. I met him on Backtrack. He, right away, started flirting with me and I wasn’t interested, and he flipped the fuck out. Then last night, I’m taking out my trash and a car pulls up, next thing I know he’s dragging me into his fucking rape van.”
“Who was the other guy?” Erin asked.
“A guy I worked with who happened to show up around that time. He tried to rescue me, but we saw how that turned out. I never liked him much anyway, but he couldn’t take no for an answer and he was a big pussy. Rodney fucked him up with little to no effort.”
“Wow, that’s cold. That guy tried to help you.”
Abby realized she was sounding like a heartless bitch now. Jason had tried to help her and he did like her on some level. They’d been friends, but his death hadn’t yet affected her. She’d felt pretty number over all, other than her earlier anger toward Erin. They got up and continued walking in silence.
“What time do you think it is?” Erin asked.
“I don’t know. 5 or 6 a.m. maybe?” Though the sun was barely up, the heat had already started to kick in. Abby’s forehead was already beading with sweat. They got a short distance further when they saw the animal staring at them from the middle of the trail.
It was a coyote. The animal stood in the middle of the trail as if it had smelled them coming and was just waiting. It was maybe twenty or thirty feet ahead. The girls held still as the coyote slowly approached them.
“What do we do?” Erin asked.
“Just don’t move. It will hopefully sniff us and run away.”
They stood perfectly still as the animal slowly approached them. It sniffed at Erin’s feet, but its ears were folded back still. The coyote walked toward Abby and sniffed at her. The thing even put its nose near her crotch, sniffing at her wound. Suddenly Abby was tumbling forward right on top of the animal. Erin had shoved her right into it. The coyote growled as its jaws clamped down around her broken hand. Abby screamed as Erin was running away. That little fucking cunt. Abby tried not to panic as the coyote’s teeth dug into her injured hand, twisting and pulling on it, sending fiery pain up and down her arm and shoulder. All she could do was focus on surviving, so she could kill Erin.
Chapter 19
Rodney struggled against the cuffs as sunlight poured in from the open van door. His ass felt as if someone shot a flame thrower into his asshole. That fucking cunt was going to pay dearly. Though much of his anger was at himself for getting so careless. He’d never imagined in a million years one of his girls would get the drop on him that way. He was sure he’d broken her, but she fooled him. This was the second time she had made a fool out of him, but there would not be a third.
Just out of his reach was the ice pick he had dropped earlier. Reaching forward with his fingertips, he was able to barely touch the icepick. Carefully, he worked it into the palm of his hand until he could grip it. Once it was in his hand, he spun it around, angling it into the lock wiggling it back and forth as it pressed onto the locking mechanism. Finally the cuff snapped open as he pulled his hand free. He rolled over and jammed the ice pick into the other cuff and got it open. Now free, he grabbed his jeans and pulled them back on along with his shoes. She had taken his shirt, but he still had his wife-beater on.
Going through the toolbox, he found the big claw hammer and climbed out of the van. Walking was painful due to the anal violation he had suffered, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He was determined. Once out of the ditch he looked around trying to figure out which way the girls had headed. Looking around he turned to his left and began marching down the trail. As he walked along he occasionally stopped and listened. There was no sound, he had hoped to hear them talking.
Both girls were seriously hurt, so they couldn’t have gotten far. He had no idea where he was, but at the moment didn’t care. All that matter now was destroying Abby in the most vile and painful way possible. The trail wound around and curved when he saw something lying on the path up ahead. As he got closer, he saw it was a dead coyote. There was a huge rock nearby and its head was smashed in.
There was a pool of blood and a severed finger lying next to the animal’s mouth. There was a trail of blood drops leading away from the coyote. He smiled as he picked up his pace, following the blood trail. Just around another curve in the trail he saw her. Abby was about a hundred feet ahead, holding her broken and bloody hand while shuffling along the rocks. Erin was nowhere in sight. She may have ran off or who knows what. He didn’t care. He’d deal with her later.
First thing was to get to Abby, knock the bitch down and rape her ragged and torn up cunt until she couldn’t even walk. Then, he’d bash her head in with the hammer. He spit more blood from his mouth and ran his tongue along his gums, feeling where his teeth once were. His breathing was labored as he was forced to breathe through his mouth. Bloody bubbles gurgled out of the hole in his face where his nose had been. No air got through however. There was too much blood and swelling.
As he got closer, she turned and saw him. Her eyes went wide and she turned and ran, or at least quickly hobble in her state. He ran after her despite the literal pain in his ass. He could only imagine how the scene looked, two completely fucked up and injured people chasing each other and neither could hardly move. Once he was within an arm’s reach of her, he took a swing with the hammer, striking her shoulder. Abby tumbled to the ground, and rolled across the dirt as he stood over her, rearing the hammer back.
She rolled flat onto her back and kicked at him, catching him in the nuts. While it would hurt under normal circumstances, it was ten times as bad now with the throbbing in his entire abdomen. He felt as if someone had slammed him in the stomach with a bowling ball. Grabbing his crotch, he doubled over and fell to a knee. She made a move for the hammer, but he closed his hand around it.
Abby’s surprise still registered on her face. He knew she was shocked he had gotten free. This was what separated him from your everyday person. Abby should have killed him when she had the chance. Instead she left him for dead, and now here they were.
Rodney yanked the hammer away, but she slammed her knee into his face. Had his nose still been there, she’d have broken it. It still dazed him though, as he saw stars, but still made a grab for her leg, pulling her back to the ground. She kicked at him, but he pulled himself toward her, using her leg for leverage. Before he knew it he was on top of her.
“Here you go bitch! Did you miss me?” He said as he laughed. “You thought I was hard on your before. You haven’t seen anything yet!”
She just grunted and screamed as she reached up and jammed her good thumb into his eye. As he pulled back she struck him in the side of the head, hitting him with the handcuff still attached to her wrist. It made a dull thud as he rolled to the side, his weight coming off her. She struggled to her feet and limped off the trail and into the woods.
The sunlight hurt his eyes as he tried to regain focus. Once his vision cleared he struggled to his feet. The rage was all consuming now. What pain he’d been feeling earlier, had gone away. Now the only feeling left was fury and rage. Adrenaline surged in his veins as he stood and charged after Abby.
Chapter 20
Erin ran along the trail leaving Abby with the coyote. Her eyes felt like they were on fire. Unable to blink, she had to hold her hands over her eyes to shield herself from the sunlight. She could hear growling and screaming for a while before everything went quiet. She figured the animal tore her apart. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wanted to feel bad but just couldn’t bring herself to. She’d meant what she said earlier about being sorry about the things she’d said. Though the truth was she was sorrier she’d had to say it.
Erin was raised a single child in a well-off family. Sharing and sacrifice weren’t things she’d been taught. Everything was always hers growing up and things were always geared in her life to get her ahead. As a result she always knew what buttons to push with people or when to cry to get what she wanted. This whole mess was a completely new thing for her. This guy wasn’t the least bit phased by her or anything she said.
It did trouble her that Rodney, of all people, found her to be the twisted one for her willingness to abandon a fellow victim. He was the one keeping them hostage, yet he thought she was fucked up? Not that any of it mattered. Now, she just needed to find her way to the road and get a ride. She couldn’t care less about calling the police or seeing justice done. All she wanted was a shower and to get her phone replaced.
The tape around her hands and wrists was becoming softer as the sun came up and the temperature rose. She walked over to a large rock and wiggled her wrists back and forth while rubbing against the edge of the rock. The tape finally broke free. Her wrists felt a rush of blood running through them and into her fingers. It felt good to get some feeling back in her hands.
Rubbing her wrists, she stood and headed back down the trail. As she got further down, a man appeared from the woods. He dressed in hunting gear and carrying a rifle.
“Ma’am?” He asked. “Are you ok?” He was looking her up and down.
“Thank God!” She said. “Help me! Please!”
He walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
“What happened?”
“Some maniac kidnapped me and my boyfriend. We were out hiking and came across this van. We asked if he had any water. He pulled us into the van where he beat and tortured us. He killed my boyfriend!” Her speech was hurried and she was out of breath.
“Are you serious? Where is he?” The hunter asked.
“He’s back there, his van wrecked and I got away. Please. Do you have a car? Please get me out of here.”