 
Cheaters

### The Adventures of Bob the Bouncer

Copyright 2014 Razor Blade

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# Chapter 1

# Knock three times

Ten after one in the afternoon, Mark, the photographer returned from lunch. The promo shoot was set up in the back room of a client's salon and no one was supposed to be there over lunch break. Mark knocked on the door out of habit and walked in on his model and the man that drove her to the shoot. They were both naked on the bed Mark had put together for the session. The woman, a stripper named Cathy Ray was nude, sitting on top of the nude man who Mark didn't know.

Embarrassed Mark said, "Excuse me,"

The couple stopped what they were doing and made light of the situation. The man said, "No problem," and Marked stepped back out of the room. At first Mark was a bit perturbed that the couple had used the makeshift prop for their own pleasure while he was away getting lunch at the fast food taco place down the street. Then he calmed down and waited in a spare room until they were done.

The fourth party to this group, the stripper who owned the property, the same one who set up the shoot for her friend wasn't back yet. So Mark sat alone playing with his phone all alone. Then ten minutes later the couple emerged from down the hall all giggles trying to make nice with Mark. He smiled as the man left the building and Cathy sat down next to him. It was awkward so neither of them brought up the sex, they talked about her kids instead.

Mark knew that Cathy was married, he also knew this man wasn't her husband. That fact was brought up during the first part of the shoot. The man was more than happy to sit in on the shoot as Cathy posed for nude promo shots. Cathy was an exotic dancer going by the stage name of Danni, and wanted some material to send off to porn sites and get jobs at strip clubs.

Then the owner of the property showed up, a stripper and porn star who wanted shots of her own, only her shots were to be with Cathy in a lesbian erotic themed shoot. The owner, Genie, had a long career selling herself to men, and she knew how to do it.

The three went back into the room that was set up with the fake bed prop and resumed what they were doing before lunch. Mark checked his camera gear as the two girls stripped off their clothes and climbed onto the mattress. Taking direction from Mark, Cathy lay on her back and Genie lay on top of her with one of Cathy's nipples in her mouth, and her hand grasping the other breast. The two froze in place as Mark posed and fired off shot after shot.

Once that setup was done, Mark changed the girls to a face to face embrace with a deep kiss. Neither girl had a problem locking lips and seemed very comfortable skin on skin. Again the umbrella flash lit up the room with a constant rain of shots. The girls moved positions again, this time sitting on the edge of the bed, Mark directed Cathy to put her left hand in Genies crotch and insert a finger. In went the finger and more shots clicked away.

For another forty five minutes, Marked posed the girls in various lesbian sex positions and took pictures. He was easily up to six hundred pictures by now and had no intention of stopping. Then Cathy signaled that she was done, her ride had come back and she had to leave soon. "When will the pictures be ready?" Cathy asked.

"Give me two days and I'll have all the best ones edited and sent through your email," Mark replied. His cock was hard under his pants but he had no way of releasing his new found tension. These girls were all business, at least he thought so. "Are you sure your husband won't see these?" Mark asked.

"Oh, I don't care if he sees the lesbian shoot, I don't want him to know about Chad though. We are having major issues right now and I don't need this adding to it," Cathy said.

Mark looked away from Cathy to his camera as he was tearing down his gear. "How long have you been cheating on your husband?"

Cathy was almost insulted at the question. She didn't like the tone at all. "For two years," she replied.

"Why don't you divorce him and get it over?"

"I can't afford to right now, not until I get steady work."

"How steady is stripping?"

"I know girls that have worked at the same club for years," Cathy replied.

"Sounds a little gypsy to me," Mark replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you work for the club, or do you work freelance?"

"I'm my own contractor."

"So your employment is tenuous at best."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you don't have a steady job, not in the sense that most people do. You're more of a gypsy, living day to day."

"Just because I don't fill out a job application doesn't mean it's not steady work."

"Do you get sick time? Vacation time? Any insurance benefits?"

Cathy instantly got angry, she knew she needed insurance for her kids and that she got none from the club. What Mark said was dead on and it pissed her off. "No, I don't get insurance, but I can buy it on my own!" she snapped back.

"Hey, no need to get pissed, I was just asking a question."

"I work hard for my money, do you think its easy working in a strip club?"

"You dance, how hard can that be?"

"Now you're really pissing me off, do you want me to go back on the deal we made?"

"I'm shooting you for free, you go back on the deal and you're the one losing out. I can find girls like you anytime and anyplace."

"What does that mean?"

Now pissed, Mark barked back," Girls like you are a dime a dozen, you all think you're the hottest thing in the world because you can put on makeup, dance around a pole, shake your tits and get dollar bills. Let me tell you, that's not too high on the job skills list."

"Neither is taking pictures! Anyone with a camera can do what you do."

"I agree, but not as well as I can," Mark said with a smile.

"And not all girls dance as well as I can," Cathy replied.

"Let me fill you in on one thing. Men don't give a shit about your dancing, Men want to see a live woman shake her tits, smile at him and spread her legs for his viewing pleasure. You are nothing but a sex meat Popsicle. Hell, I would think that the dancing part would get in the way. If you did nothing but stand there naked, the men would still show up. It's not rocket science, men are horny fuckers."

"How do you know?"

"Well, for one I am a man, and for two, when I was growing up, I used to watch my sister in the shower through a peephole just to get my jollies. She was built and had the best ass you ever seen."

"You are talking about your sister, that's gross."

"I just took six hundred pictures of you eating out a woman you never met before. You want to discuss gross? At least my sister was clean."

"I've had enough of you and your conversation, you send me my pictures right away."

"Just as soon as you sign my model release form."

"Model release form? What is that?"

"It allows me the legal right to use your photographs, like for advertising."

"Why would I sign that?"

"Because if you don't I'll delete them. I can't use them for advertising if you don't give me legal permission."

"What else are you going to use them for?"

"I don't know," Mark replied.

"I want to talk to my lawyer first," Cathy replied.

"If I had known you were going to pull this bullshit, I would have stayed home."

"I wasn't aware of this until now."

"Aware of what?"

"That a release had to be signed. I didn't think you would use the pictures for anything. They are my pictures, not yours."

"Did you think I was going to work my ass off for nothing? Granted, I do like watching random women having sex with each other, but this is my job. If you don't sign the release, the pictures are history."

"How do I know that? You might keep them."

"Yes, I might, and legally I can. You willingly posed for them, they are on my camera, I am the photographer who owns all copyrights. Technically, these pictures are mine."

"No, I'll call my lawyer and sue you."

"Good luck, have him explain copyright to you while you're on the phone."

With that said, Mark and Cathy continued to clean up without talking to each other. The tension in the room was pretty thick and now; Cathy was sure her lesbian pictures would end up all over the internet. Maybe she should call her boyfriend back and have him have a few words with Mark and straighten him out.

"If I see those pictures anywhere, I'll fuck you up," Cathy threatened.

"I'll send you a bill for my time," Mark replied. "How does two hundred sound?"

"Two hundred dollars? I won't pay it, I never agreed to that. This was supposed to be free."

"No, it was supposed to be a trade, you just took my part of the trade away by refusing to sign the model release, now it's a sale. You just bought my labor and skill for the fair market value of two hundred dollars."

"Fuck you if you think I'm paying you anything."

"I'll take you to small claims," Mark replied.

"Go ahead, you can't prove we had an agreement."

I'll put these pictures on a cd and give them to the judge, once he sees what's on them he will realize that I put a lot of work into this and you will lose."

"I don't give you permission to give them to a judge," Cathy said.

"I don't need your permission, it's called evidence. And that's why you will lose, so either sign the model release, or pay me two hundred dollars."

"I will do neither," Cathy replied stuffing her panties into a bag. She was finally dressed. "You take me to court and I'll win. Then you'll pay me two thousand dollars."

"You're fairly stupid aren't you?" Mark asked. "You have no clue about how life works. You must have spent a lot of time in school fucking off in order to land at this job. How much thinking does it take to shove your pussy in a guy's face and beg him for a dollar? It's one step above begging for money in the street."

"I'm a dancer!" Cathy barked back.

"So what?" Mark replied. "So the fuck what? You serve no purpose, you say you're a dancer, but in reality, you're a half step above a prostitute. You don't impress me, your little affair here didn't impress me either, and where is your husband? Do you have kids?"

Just then the man in question stepped back in the room after hearing yelling. "What's going on here?" he asked. His name was Chad.

"This fucker thinks I'm some sort of cheap whore and wants to spread my pictures all over the internet if I don't sign some fucking contract."

"Is that right?" Chad asked.

"You have a real winner there mister," Mark replied. "She fucked up that whole sentence about as bad as any third grader could"

"Then you tell me what's wrong."

"I asked her to sign a model release and she refused."

"Is that right honey?" Chad asked. "You have to sign the release, it's the law."

Mark liked what Chad had said, it wasn't correct, but maybe it would get the release signed.

Cathy pouted and thought for a while. "Give me a pen," she said and put out her hand.

Mark handed her a pen and showed her where to sign on the release form. She signed it and handed it back to Mark.

"If I find my pictures on some porn site, you're dead, lawyer or not," Cathy stated.

Genie decided to speak up. "I've known Mark for almost a year, I stand up for him," she said.

"Fine, but you will be dead. Nobody but me makes money off me besides me. If I find myself on any pay site, you will pay dearly. And there will be no need for a lawyer."

Cathy and her boyfriend gathered their bags and left the salon leaving Mark and Genie alone.

"Do you want solo shots while I'm here?" Mark asked.

"Yes," Genie said and laid on the bed nude. She spread her legs and Mark came in for a tight shot. He spend the next two hours taking very sexual nude photos of her.

# Chapter 2

# Bob the bouncer

Later that night, Mark stopped out at the "Silver Nugget Gentlemen's club" to check out some action and see if he could drum up some more business. It was his good friend Bob's night to bounce and they always had a good time hanging out. Mark stepped through the double doors, walked passed Bob, who usually checked ID's and sat on the stool next to him.

"How's it going tonight?" Mark asked.

"Kind of slow," Bob replied. "Tuesdays usually are."

"Who's on tonight?"

"Amanda, Jenny, Clarissa, Anita and Cathy."

"Cathy? I shot her today, what a stupid bitch."

"Really? How did that go?"

"We did a lesbian shoot with Genie, it was fucking hot, but then all my shoots are."

"I'd like to fuck the shit out of Cathy," Bob said

"Get in line, I walked into her and some guy fucking on my set when I came back from lunch."

"No way," Bob replied.

"Did you know Cathy was married?"

"No, she never talks about her personal life."

"Yeah, we sort of got into it, fucking whore, cheating on her husband for the last two years."

"I wonder why he never comes in here?"

"He probably does, we just don't know who he is."

"I don't understand these bitches, fucking around on their husbands," Bob said.

"They get all the attention here at the club and don't know when to say no," Mark replied.

"That is one thing that really pisses me off, you know that? Cheaters. My bitch wife cheated on me four times. I have no sympathy for anyone that does that. Once you say "I do" you should mean it. Not, "I do cheat on my husband, or I do fuck up my kids' lives."

"I didn't know your wife cheated on you?" Bob asked.

"Not something I like to brag about," Mark replied. "I won't look at Cathy the same way again."

A half hour later Cathy, stage name Danni, walked up the steps onto the stage. She was dressed in a pink G-string and bra set walking on nine inch heels. She wiped down the pole and started to twirl around to the joy of the men who were watching her. In the crowd was the man who had fucked her at the photo shoot. He wasn't a regular, so neither Bob nor Mark knew his name. But he had been coming to the club for the last week.

Cathy slid up and down, gyrating to the dance music spreading her legs and running her hands across her midsection. Once the second song started, her top came off exposing her small breasts. It wasn't her breasts the men were interested in, Cathy had the ass of a Goddess. She would pull a crowd with her top on anytime.

Mark and Bob watched Cathy dance and both agreed she was a piece of shit. Very moralistic for a photographer the specialized in strippers and a bouncer at a nude bar.

"Look, see that guy standing at the bar?" Mark asked.

Bob looked over to where Mark was talking about. "Yeah, is that the guy Cathy was fucking?"

"Yep,"

"I've seen him here now and then, not a lot. I don't know who he is,"

"I bet her husband is sitting home right now with her kids while this guy is getting ready for round two."

"It's not your problem, don't worry about it," Bob said.

"It's hard, all I can think about is my bitch wife fucking any asshole she can find." Mark replied.

"Why don't you grab a drink and come back over?"

Mark slid off the stool and walked over to the bar. He sat on another stool and waited while a stripper crawled across the top of the bar to order his drink. "Can I get a rum and Coke?"

The bartender slid the drink across the bar and said, "six fifty."

Mark had been to this club many times, but never got over the incredibly high drink prices. He pulled out a ten and handed it to the bartender. She made change and looked at the tip jar, Mark ignored her glances and took notice of the man standing at the other end of the bar, the man who laid his naked ass on the bed he had made for his photo shoot. The guy was standing with his hand on his crotch rubbing a bulge. Mark was grossed out and looked at the girl who was now crawling the other way on the bar. She was cute, nice round tits that matched her ass. Long black hair and not too skinny. Just the way he liked them.

"How's it going?" Mark heard from the strange man with the rubbing issue.

Mark turned to face the stranger. "Fine."

"How did the pictures turn out?"

"Who are you?"

The guy reached out to shake Marks hand. "My name is Chad. We met today."

"I know," Mark replied smugly.

"What's wrong with you?" Chad asked.

"Nothing, now leave me alone,"

Chad gave Mark an inquisical look and stepped back. "Fine asshole," Chad said and walked away.

"Hey, one question, have you met Cathy's husband?"

Chad stepped in closer and replied, "No, and I don't plan to. Who are you, some sort of police?"

"No, I just don't like fuckers like you that screw other men's wives. Now get the fuck away before I really get pissed."

Mark sat there for a few minutes and walked back over to his seat next to Bob.

"I saw that prick talk to you, what did he say?" Bob asked.

"Not much, just wanted to say hi,"

"From the looks of it, you didn't have much to talk about," Bob said.

"No, I wanted to punch the fucker, but I don't want you to kick me out."

"I would never kick you out," Bob said with a smile. "How long are you planning to be here?"

"An hour maybe, I've hit up every girl in this place three times for photo shoots, has anyone new been hired lately?" Mark asked.

"There was a girl that came in yesterday that put in an application."

"Good looking?"

"Average I'd say. Little fat in the hips, but otherwise ok."

For the next hour, Mark sat by Bob. Bob checked ID's and Mark watched the girls dance from the door. He always felt special sitting next to Bob when he was in the club, it made him feel like he was a bouncer himself. It gave him a sense of power. Even if it wasn't real.

"Hey, I'm taking off," Mark said to Bob.

"Ok, see you later," Bob replied and Mark left the building.

Bob was a nice guy, all the girls at the club liked him, he was sort of a big brother looking out for them. But Bob had another side, a side that wasn't so nice that he kept under wraps on duty. He shared Marks disdain for cheaters. There was nothing lower than a cheater and the thought of being near one made his blood boil. He hid it well, not as well as Mark, and for a good reason. He couldn't afford to let his emotions get the best of him. After three years in prison for assault, he had to learn to curb his emotions and keep his parole officer happy. He also knew that finding another job with his record would be very difficult. In secret, Bob wanted to kill that fucker standing at the bar, he also wanted Cathy to pay for what she had secretly done to her husband.

Growing up, Bob's mother cheated on his father constantly, and his father took it and it eventually killed him. Bob never got over what his mother did to his father, or to the family, and the experience left a cold place in his heart where hatred and anger lived. The only good cheater was a dead cheater. Only Bob couldn't do a thing about it and had to let his rage fester inside. All he could do was smile and pretend to kill in his mind. He would never kill in real life, but there were other ways to make those he hated pay. And he was very good at it.

Cathy and another stripper walked over to Bob and stopped to ask a question. Both were super fucking hot and wore only a G-string and a bra top. "Bob, could you do me a favor?" Cathy asked.

"Sure, what is it?" Bob replied.

"What time does your replacement show up?"

"Jack gets here at eleven."

"Could you run to my place and pick up some stuff I left there?" Cathy asked. She knew Bob was a chump and would do anything she asked.

"Sure, is your place locked?" Bob asked.

"No, my husband is there, I'll tell him you're coming."

"Why doesn't he bring your stuff?" Bob asked.

"He's watching the kids," Cathy replied.

"Sure, no problem, I'll find you after my shift is over," Bob said. "What's the stuff for?"

"It's an overnight bag, I'm going to spend some time with a friend."

Bob stopped and thought for a second. "Wait, tell you what, I'll give you a ride home to get your stuff, but I won't get it by myself. I don't want to have to explain to him why I'm picking it up."

"You don't have to, I told him I was spending the night with a girlfriend."

"You are? Who?" Bob asked."

"You're pretty snoopy aren't you?" Cathy asked with a smile.

"You can tell me, it's the least you can do since I'm helping you out."

Cathy paused for a moment and looked back at the bar. She saw Chad standing there looking back. "It's the guy at the bar, I'm spending the night with him."

Bob tried not to shake his head or give any hints that he wasn't pleased. "Ok, and what do I get out of this favor?"

"What do you want?" Cathy asked.

"I don't know, I'll think of something and let you know on our way back to your place."

Cathy and her stripper friend turned and walked back to the bar where Chad placed his hand on Cathy's ass and smiled. He knew he was getting round number two and this made him very happy. Why didn't he give he a ride Bob wondered? Who the fuck knows, maybe he had a wife and needed an alibi as well.

Eleven thirty and Bob's shift is over. He and Cathy are loaded up in his car heading out of the club parking lot. "What's your address?" Bob asked.

"3944 Holt street, a block down from McDonalds," she replied. "Apt. #7"

"Ok," Bob replied. "I need to get something from home before we go to your place."

"How far out of the way is that? Chad is expecting me back at the bar in thirty minutes."

"It's not that far, you won't be late."

Cathy was now a bit nervous, a little about being late and a little about driving to Bob's. She didn't know him all that well. For the next ten minutes they drove towards the edge of town and then out into the country. "Where do you live?" she asked.

"I live five miles out on the gravel, it used to be a small hog operation, now it's an old farm house with a lot of unused buildings."

"Why do you live there?" Cathy asked.

"My dad is a contractor, he bought it off of one of his clients and rented it out to me. He keeps a lot of his heavy equipment out there and supplies. I only pay two hundred a month and that includes utilities. I'm sort of his paid guard, I keep an eye on his stuff."

"Why don't you work with him?"

"I do, I only bounce at night, during the day I'm working construction. Shit, the club only pays me eight bucks an hour."

"What are we getting from your place?" Cathy asked.

"Nothing, I lied to you," Bob replied.

"What?" Cathy asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to kidnap you and hide you in my bunker."

"That's not funny," Cathy said concerned.

"I'm not joking, you're going to be spending a lot of time with me from now on."

"Turn this car around," Cathy said. "Turn it around now!"

Bob ignored Cathy and continued to drive towards his place. It was dark and there was no other traffic around.

Cathy took her cell phone from her purse and started pushing numbers, Bob put his hand on the back of her head, grabbed her hair, and shoved her forehead into the dash. The phone fell to the floor and Bob scooped it up and put it under his seat. Cathy held her hand on her head and looked at Bob. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked.

"Shut the fuck up before I really beat the shit out of you," Bob said

Cathy lashed out at Bob and began pulling and punching him in the face. Bob hit the brakes and slid the car to a halt kicking up dust all around. He pulled his keys and got out of the car. He walked around and opened Cathy's side and pulled her out onto the gravel road.

"You will never hit me again, you understand?" Bob said shoving Cathy back against the car.

Cathy looked back in terror and said nothing.

Bob grabbed Cathy by the jaw and squeezed tight looking for a reaction. Trying to get her to fight back and say something. She didn't.

"Get back in the car," he said and waited for her to comply. Once she was seated in the passenger's seat, Bob walked around the back of the car and got in the driver's side. He looked to her and said, "You are a fucking lying cheating whore. I have no use for women like you. If you do anything, and I mean anything to fuck with me or piss me off, you will be nothing but a dream."

Cathy looked down at her knees not responding.

Bob started the car again and sped off down the gravel road further away from the city behind him. He was pissed and not putting up with any bitches shit. Not tonight, especially from a cheater.

# Chapter 3

# The Bunker

Cathy stood in a ten by twelve foot underground cell with bars on one side that bordered the walkway back to the stairs to the entrance. Along this walkway were four other cells, all identical, with the same configuration of metal bars. Bob could walk along the walkway and look into each cell without getting too close to whoever was inside. Tonight, Cathy was in the far cell, along with three other girls all in separate cells separated by cinderblock walls. None of the girls could see each other, but they could all see Bob when they walked in front of them. The other girls had been here months, captured and held prisoner by Bob who was now their warden. Working construction all his life, Bob knew how to create exactly what he wanted. Using his father's materials stored at the farm, and the heavy machinery, he was able to construct his own underground prison, complete with electricity and plumbing.

It took a while, and a lot of knowhow on septic systems and wiring, but the bunker had been completed for over a year now and Bob had his own special prison. A prison for women he hated, and now Cathy was one of them.

The rooms were basic, cement floor, cinderblock walls on three sides and a toilet and shower with no covering. At one side of the room was a twin bed and a laundry basket. Everything the women did could be seen from the walk way. Attached to the walls in the walkways were video cameras that monitored the women at all times and could be viewed back at the farmhouse at Bob's leisure

"How do you like your new home?" Bob asked.

"You can't keep me locked up here," Cathy replied.

"Really? Ask the other three girls if that's so," he replied.

Cathy approached the bars and tried to look down the pathway. All she could see was the wall and some video cameras. "Hey, can anybody hear me?" she yelled from her cell.

"They've been trained not to talk, I like it that way," Bob said smugly.

"Trained? How?" Cathy asked.

"I beat the shit out of them after raping them, it seems to be a good motivator."

"What kind of sick fuck are you?" Cathy asked.

"What kind of sick fuck are you?" Bob asked back. "You lie and cheat, you made yourself worthless a long time ago."

"I am not worthless!" Cathy yelled.

"I'm not debating you, but I will say this. I'm going to take a shower, and in an hour I'm coming back to rape you, so there's your warning. When I leave you can chat with the other girls. They might give you some advice on how to take it. I think I'm pretty good myself, but you might not, not as good as that fucker you fucked today at the photo shoot."

"How do you know about that?"

"I have a lot of good friends, let's put it that way. You will meet some later on this week. I rent you gals out for extra spending money now and then."

"Rent?" Cathy asked.

"Don't get too self-righteous, you rent yourself out every night, I have a better clientele. They come from out of town, way out of town."

Ninety minutes later, Bob returned to the bunker from taking a shower at the house. He walked past the three girls who were in the cells before Cathy and stopped at the end. There he saw Cathy sitting on the toilet.

"I want you to take a shower before I fuck you," Bob said scaring the shit out of Cathy.

She turned and looked out the bars to where Bob was standing in the walk way. "If you think you're fucking me you have another thing coming," she replied not moving from the stool.

"Did you happen to chat with the other girls?" Bob asked.

"A little," Cathy replied.

"Did they tell you how I get my way?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, and I got to see it to believe it, you don't scare me."

Bob smiled and continued to watch Cathy on the toilet. He was going to have fun breaking this bitch. On the left side of each set of bars was a makeshift door that Bob had built from scratch. It too was made of bars and set on hinges like any other prison door. Bob had never built anything like this, but he enjoyed the process and was an excellent welder. Each door was fitted with a half inch thick steel chain and padlock. At the front entrance of the lower bunker was another set, only this was a combination lock, just in case one of the girls got out. His third line of captivity was steel door at the top of the stars that took a punch key code.

"When you're done, take off your clothes."

"You realize I'm not going to do that don't you?" Cathy asked.

Bob walked out of view and came back with a water hose. "See that drain down there?" he asked pointing the tip of the hose down. "That's how I clean your pens and take care or naughty girls. Now strip or you get the hose, and let me tell you, this water is fucking freezing."

Cathy got up from the toilet and wiped. She looked at Bob with the hose standing behind the bars and knew she wasn't going down without of fight. She zipped up her pants and snapped the button. Then Bob let loose with the hose spraying her with cold water. The feeling of the water on her skin felt painful and caused her to haunch down to stop the spray from hitting her. Bob didn't let up, he was there to teach her a lesson. For the next fifteen minutes he sprayed her to the point of hypothermia. If she survived, she would never deny him again.

The next morning Bob stopped into the bunker to drop off breakfast. It wasn't much, just a bowl of dry dog food. As a plumber, he was able to install a drinking fountain in each cell so he didn't have to supply water each day to each girl. He stopped over to Cathy's cell and saw that she was lying in bed. "Good morning Cathy," Bob said.

Cathy rolled over and looked at Bob. The floor was still damp and she could see his reflection in the water.

"You ready to fuck? I have an hour before work."

Cathy crawled out of bed, walked over to the bars, pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles and bent over leaning against the bars. She had no fight, she was willing to give in. Then she felt his fingers dig inside her pussy and grind around for a while.

"Now that's better, slide down a little," he said.

Cathy slid down and expected to be penetrated by Bob any second, instead she felt his boot kick her in the ass sending her onto the damp cement floor.

"The next time I say I want to fuck, you will be at the bars in five seconds ready to go. If not, you will wish you were."

Cathy nodded and stood back up. "Do I get some clothes?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'll bring you some after work. You won't like them, they didn't come from a fancy store at the mall, but you will wear them. Any complaints and you will be naked all the time. Now take a shower and make your bed."

"What am I supposed to do all day?" Cathy asked.

"Talk with the bitches, I don't have cable down here. Whores don't deserve cable."

The final door closed with a slam and the girls were locked up while Bob went to his construction job. Cathy walked up to the bars and called out, "Can anybody hear me?"

"Yes," she heard, then another and another till the other three captives were accounted for. "What the fuck is going on?" Cathy asked.

A female voice spoke up, "I've been here three weeks, he's a monster, whatever you do, don't piss him off,"

Then another voice spoke up, "I've been here six months, he's a freak and I agree, whatever you do. Don't piss him off."

"Why?" Cathy asked.

"He hates women, he gets off on torturing us."

"Why are you in here? How does he know you?" Cathy asked.

"He calls us cheaters, he says we deserve what we get."

"Is it true, did you cheat on him?"

"No, not on him, but yes, I was cheating on my husband when he kidnapped me."

"How did he find out?"

"He has friends at the bar where he works at, they tell him things. He uses his job at the bar to get what he wants."

"I've only been working there a short time, I don't know anything about him."

"All you know is that he treats us like animals, did you see he feeds us dog food? He must think of us as dogs."

Cathy thought for a second and a thought came to her. "Have you tried to escape?"

At one time, all the girls spoke up creating more of a noise than an answer. "One at a time," Cathy said.

"This place is escape proof, you'd need the keys to get out, and even then the last door needs a number code."

"Have you tried to overpower him?"

"He keeps us half starved, I personally don't have the energy to fight with him. And he has ways of making us comply with his demands."

"Like what?" Cathy asked.

"You got the cold hose last night didn't you? He keeps that thing running until you turn blue and can't move, then he comes in and fucks with you."

"I don't remember him doing anything with me."

"Don't be surprised."

"How do you stand it?"

"What choice do we have? We sit here all day and talk to each other. He feeds us once a day and rapes us at least twice a week."

"Has there been more girls? Or are you the only ones?"

"There was one other one," a girl from down the walkway replied, "She's been gone for a few months now."

"Where did she go?" Cathy asked.

"He doesn't tell us anything, if we asked, he would punish us."

Cathy picked up her bowl of dog food and brought it back to her bed. Her floor had dried but was cold to her bare feet. She felt like a hot shower would perk her up. She could hear the other women still talking but chose to ignore them for now, she wasn't feeling well. Luckily, there were towels set aside by the shower along with some general hygiene products. Toothpaste, a toothbrush, a hairbrush and some shampoo. No razor, he made sure the girls had no easy way out.

She walked over to the shower, a simple shower head sticking from the cinderblock wall and turned on the water. There was no surround, she was visible from the walkway where a video camera was set up pointing into the cell. She was used to being nude, so this wasn't a big deal to her. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water bathe her. She felt good for the first time all day.

Then she heard a female voice come over a speaker, "If you need more towels, I can get you more,"

Now she knew she was being watched.

"If you need more towels, wave your arms," the voice said.

Cathy waved her arms and the water splashed in her face.

"Thanks," the voice said and it was quiet again, except for the sound of the water.

"Who are you?" she yelled out. No reply. She waved her arms again.

"Do you need something?" the voice asked.

"Who are you?" Cathy yelled.

"You don't need to know who I am," the voice replied.

"The least you can do is tell me who you are!"

"If you need anything, let me know, I can get you basic things, and Bob is getting you clothes, but if there isn't anything pressing, like Tampax or something, I'll be saying goodbye."

The speaker went quiet and Cathy stood still in the shower. She was confused and angry. Taking a deep breath, she continued on with the shower and washed her hair. The hot water was the only thing that made her feel comfortable.

Once the shower was done, she toweled off and dug through the laundry basket. She found a plain pair of white cotton panties and that was it. She walked over to the camera and held up the underwear and tried to get someone's attention.

"Yes, can I help you?" the female voice asked. The woman on the other side sounded to be in her fifties.

"These are way too big for me!" Cathy shouted.

"You don't have to shout, I can hear you fine with the shower off. Bob took your clothes last night and we have your size on record. You will get your correct size when he gets back."

"Whose were these?" Cathy asked.

There was no response and Cathy stood naked before the camera facing the bars and the walkway. She turned back and walked to the bed. There was no point in putting these on, they would fall right off, she was naked and she knew that's what Bob and this woman wanted. They wanted her to feel vulnerable. It worked, she felt like anyone could come and take her at any time.

Then a clunk and a clank from down the walkway. Bob was back. Cathy could hear Bobs boot clopping on the cement floor and knew he was walking down to her cell. In a moment he was standing in front of her, behind the bars carrying a plastic sack. "I got some goodies for you," Bob said. He reached in the bag and pulled out a white tank top. He reached through the bars and tossed it on the floor at Cathy's feet. "Try that on," he said.

Cathy picked up the tank top and put it on, it was a tight fit and squeezed down on her breasts. "The woman on the speaker said you took down my size, this is way too small."

"I always pick them small, that way I can see your tits better."

"I hope you have a bra in that sack," she said flat.

"Oh fuck no, cheating bitches don't get no bra." Bob then pulled out some socks and tossed them at Cathy. He dug to the bottom of the sack and pulled out some bikini style white cotton panties and threw them at her as well.

"No pants? No shirts?" Cathy asked.

"You're a fucking whore, you get what I give you. You don't like it, I'll give you a rope so you can hang yourself from that pipe." Bob said pointing to the ceiling. "That chair should be tall enough to get you up there, and I can make the noose for you if you like."

"No, that's ok, the underwear will be fine," she said looking up at the pipe on the ceiling.

"Now, just so you know, I plan on fucking you in twenty minutes, so get ready."

"Get ready? How do I get ready to be raped?" Cathy asked.

"Same way you got ready to cheat on your husband I suppose. Grease up your pussy and do some squats. Are you on the pill?"

"I'm on Depo," she replied.

"Depo? As long as you don't get pregnant, that's fine with me, I don't like using a rubber."

"What are you, thirteen? Nobody says rubber anymore. The word is condom."

"No, the word is my cock up your ass dry if you don't stop fucking with me, you have fifteen minutes."

# Chapter 4

# Lost and found

Later that evening at the "Silver Nugget Gentlemen's club", two uniformed police officers entered the club like they did on occasion making their presence known. They came several times a month just to check in and make sure the club owners knew they were monitoring the customers. This time was different, this time they stopped to talk to Bob the bouncer and ask him some questions.

"Is your name Robert Lane?" the first officer asked.

Bob was a little surprised, usually the cops walked right in and made their rounds around the club as if he wasn't even there. "Yes," Bob replied trying to be as professional as he could.

"Do you know Cathy Jackson?" the officer asked.

"Are you talking about the Cathy that dances here at the club?"

"Yes, I believe so,"

"I've met her," Bob replied.

"I don't know if you've heard, but she's missing, when was the last time you saw her?"

"Last night," Bob replied.

"About what time?"

"I gave her a ride home," Bob said. "It was after eleven."

"I see, did you see her enter her house?" the officer asked.

"No, I dropped her off at the corner and left."

The officer took out a notepad and wrote down what Bob said.

"Do you know if anyone else saw her after you dropped her off?"

"No,"

"Was she scheduled to work tonight?"

"I don't do scheduling, I work the door. You'd have to ask the manager, she's the dark skinned lady with black hair behind the bar. Her name is Maria."

"We already did, would you mind coming down to the station with us, and we'd like to talk to you further in private."

"I can't leave, there has to be someone to watch the door and check ID's"

"Your manager Maria said she'd call someone in to replace you. He should be here anytime."

"Are you arresting me?" Bob asked.

"Arresting you for what?" the officer asked.

"I don't know, you're asking me to go down and answer questions, you must think I'm guilty of something."

"Not necessarily, you happen to be the last person seen with her, and this is a missing person's case."

"I thought you had to be missing like three days before they declared someone missing."

"Depends on the situation, in this case there is some suspicion that foul play may be involved."

"Really? Foul play?" Bob asked. "Based on what?"

"We can discuss this at the station," the officer said.

Bob, a quick thinker popped back with, "If I'm not under arrest, I'm going nowhere. I have a job to do."

The officers knew they had little to detain Bob with. They were hoping he would go down voluntarily. "It would be in your best interest to go down and clear your name."

"Clear it from what? Is there a crime I'm not aware of?"

"Not right now, but we'd like to find this woman soon before there is one."

"Just because she's gone for a day doesn't mean anything. She probably booked a dancing gig at another bar. Have you checked the other bars in town?'

"Yes, and she's not at any of them, now please, can we go downtown and talk about this?"

"No," Bob said and stared at the officer in the face waiting for his next comment. There was none, the officer put his note pad back in his pocket and both turned and walked out of the club.

Maria watched the officers leave and waved Bob over to the bar. He hopped off his stool and walked over to where Maria was standing off to the side where no one could hear them talk. "Bob, what's going on? Where's Cathy?"

"Why are you asking me? I dropped her off at home last night, I'm not responsible for where she goes after that."

Maria shook her head in disbelief. "I have a funny feeling about this Bob. Are you sure you took her home?"

Shocked at her response, Bob got pissed and replied, "I'm pretty sure I know what I do and where and when I do it."

"Cathy is having problems, are you sure you didn't take her somewhere to hide from her husband?"

"Yes I'm sure, I took her to her house, let her out at the corner and went home."

"Then why are the cops here?"

"They wouldn't say."

"Somebody must have seen you take her somewhere, or else they wouldn't be snooping around."

"I have a job to do Maria, I'm going back to the door."

Maria waved Bob off and turned back to the register. Bob walked back to his station at the door and sat down. Now he was pissed. Not even the girls dancing all around the club could cheer him up. Then his replacement showed up.

"Hey, Maria called and asked me to fill in tonight," the new bouncer said. Bob was so pissed that he agreed to go and punched out. He headed back home to vent his frustrations.

Thirty minutes later, Bob was back home. He pulled up in the driveway and headed into the house. Now that the police were watching him, he couldn't use the front door of the bunker to get in, he had to use the back door that led from the basement of the house to the opposite side of the bunker where Cathy was housed. On his way he passed his mother Julie Anne, the woman who was on the speaker before talking to Cathy.

"What are you doing home so soon?" Bobs mother asked.

"The cops showed up and wanted to take me in for questioning, Maria brought in Jake to replace me so I decided to come home."

"Won't the police be looking for you?"

"I'm not under arrest, they can't make me come in."

"But they can watch you," she said.

"Yes, and that's why I came in the house instead of going straight into the bunker."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I'm really pissed and I'm going to take it out on one of my girls."

"Can I watch?" Bob's mother asked.

"I don't like it when you watch me mom."

"But I get so bored here, I never get to watch the fun stuff."

Bob took a deep breath and leaned back on the kitchen counter thinking hard. "Fine, you can watch, I do think it's weird that you would watch your son rape someone."

"Since your father passed away, I don't get much attention in that way. In a way it turns me on."

"Are you planning on masturbating while you watch?" Bob asked.

"I have my vibrator in the desk," she replied.

Bob left the room and headed down the back stairs to the basement. He made his way to the underground door to the tunnel that led to the bunker. He quickly unlocked the door and closed it behind him. After thirty feet, he was down the tunnel and at the back door of the bunker. A quick key code later and he was in the bunker on the walkway in front of Cathy's cell. She was lying on the bed resting.

Bob turned and looked at Cathy through the bars. She was the newest girl and the first one she came across. She would work. "Get up!" he yelled. Cathy didn't respond. "Get up bitch!" he yelled. She turned and looked at Bob.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Stand up and get over here," Bob barked.

Cathy got up and walked over to Bob, she was wearing a white t shirt and panties.

"Take them off," he demanded.

Cathy complied without responding. She pulled down her panties and slipped off her t shirt standing naked in front of Bob. The only thing between them was the bars.

Bob took out his keys and unlocked the door to Cathy's cell. He pushed open the door and locked it again. He then stepped over to Cathy and took her breasts in his hands and made like bread dough. She had no expression. He bent over and took her left nipple in his mouth and sucked. Still she did nothing.

"What's wrong bitch? You don't like getting your titty sucked?" Bob asked.

Cathy didn't reply and acted like she was in another room.

"Get over to the bed," he said pointing to where she had been napping.

Cathy walked over to the bed and stood there like a robot.

"Lay down," Bob said. "And spread your legs." Cathy lay on the bed and complied. Bob pulled down his pants and let his flaccid penis hang. "You need to get me hard bitch."

Cathy looked to the side and ignored Bob. Now enraged, Bob leaned over and punched Cathy in the face. She didn't respond. Bob puncher her again. "You deaf bitch?" he snapped in a rage.

Cathy didn't respond.

# Chapter 5

# Picture time

Mark was busy putting together a set in another girl's house for a photo shoot when his phone rang. It was Bob.

"Hello?" Mark asked.

"Hey, what you doing?" Bob asked.

"Getting ready to shoot another stripper, why?"

"I need your help, the cops were in the club a few night ago asking me about Cathy. Have they contacted you?"

"No, why would they?" Mark asked.

"I didn't know if anyone overheard us talking about her at the club, they seem to think I have something to do with her disappearance."

"Why would they think that?"

"I gave her a ride home that night, they say I was the last one to see her."

"Holy fuck dude, sounds like you're in some deep shit."

"I know,"

"If the cops contact me, I'll tell them I don't know anything about it."

"Good, whatever you do, don't tell them about our conversation, I don't need them knowing how much I hate that bitch."

"If you hate her so much, why did you give her a ride home?"

"I can't afford to have any of the girls at the club dislike me, they are like a flock of birds, once you get one pissed at you, they all get pissed at you and then they find an excuse to fire you. I played along when she asked for a ride."

"Ok, I see, I won't say anything."

Nervously, Bob replied, "Thanks." and hung up.

Mark went back to what he was doing when the model walked over to look at the set. She was tall, blonde and hot as fuck. She wore a pair of six inch heels and nothing else. Bob was used to these women parading around nude in front of him like it was nothing.

"Are you about ready?" she asked.

Mark looked over at her and almost went into shock looking at her curvy smooth tits. "Yeah, go ahead and sit on the chair."

The model, a stripper that went by the stage name "Precious" sat back in the chair and crossed her legs like she was tanning on the beach.

"You might want to spread those," Mark said with a nervous giggle.

Precious spread her legs wide and smiled as Mark moved in for his first shots. She was very good at modeling and moved about as Mark snapped away.

"Hey, did you hear about that stripper that went missing?" Precious asked as she posed.

"Yeah, I shot her a few days ago," Mark replied.

"Really? So you knew her?"

"No, she was brought in by Genie to do some lesbian stuff, I didn't know her at all."

"That's such a weird coincidence."

"Yeah, she was cute, really good at the lesbian stuff."

"I bet," Precious said.

"There was one odd thing though, I walked in on her and her lover having sex on my set during our lunch break. Creepy fucker."

"Maybe he kidnapped her?" Precious asked. She was now standing, bent over letting her tits hang down for the camera.

Mark never thought of that, and that made perfect sense, who else would have taken her, besides her pissed off husband? "You might be onto something there."

"Do you think the police know about him?"

"I don't know, they didn't contact me."

"Maybe you should, she might be tied up in his basement right now."

"Thing is, I don't know his name, all I know is that he comes to the club once and a while. Now that Cathy's gone, I bet he don't come back."

"Yeah, but someone might know who he is. If you tell the police, they can interview the staff and customers."

Mark paused from taking pictures and thought about what Precious had just said. Maybe he was the only person who could help Cathy.

Precious again sat in the chair and spread her legs wide, Mark could tell she was getting turned on by the wetness of her pussy and the smell she was emitting. "Get a really good close up," she said pulling her labia apart.

Mark moved in close with the camera and Precious took it from him. He was a bit surprised and then shocked as she pulled his face into her pussy. "Do you mind?" she asked. "I'm really horny right now."

Mark, a married man, was now freaking out. He had never crossed the line at a photo shoot and now he was face deep in wet pussy. Eating her out would go against everything that he felt was right, but the raging boner in his pants told him otherwise. Almost instinctively, he began to lick and suck on her smooth pink pussy. Precious closed her eyes and relaxed as Mark had his way with her. For the moment, all sanity and judgment was out the door. Mark was as guilty as the women he hated for cheating.

But at this point, all he could think about was what he was doing and how good it felt. He almost preferred to eat pussy than to get laid. It was odd, and he knew it, but pussy was his Holy Grail and he just found it.

Ten minutes later, Precious orgasmed and shot juice into Mark's mouth. "Thanks," she said. Mark lay back and tried to move with a raging hard on in his pants. He looked down at his bulge and up at Precious. She shook her head no. "There's a bathroom down the hall if you want to finish."

Floored and insulted, Mark couldn't believe that Precious wouldn't finish him off after what he had done for her. "What?" he asked.

"You can jerk off in the toilet, hurry up though, I want to do more pictures."

"You're shitting me? I just ate you out and you're not going to return the favor?"

"No, I'm not." she replied.

"I'm not going to wack off in your toilet, that's degrading. You can suck me."

"The only man I suck off is my husband and you are not him. He's six foot six, two hundred twenty pounds and looks like Brad Pitts brother."

Mark shook his head in disbelief. "Then why did you have me eat you out?"

"I was horny, if you haven't noticed, I'm a hot girl, I can get anyone, man or woman to eat me whenever I choose. What I do is my choice, and you are not what I would choose."

"And you expect me to keep shooting you after turning me down?" Mark asked.

"Yes, and you will, because you get access that no other men get. You get to look at me, you get to take my pictures and you got to eat me out. Most men would kill for that."

Now realizing that he had just fucked up royally, Mark became livid. He just cheated on his wife and for what? This miserable egotistic bitch? "This is fucked up," Mark said. "You don't leave a guy hanging like that."

"If you want, you can jerk off and look at me, just use a towel so you don't leave a mess," Precious said.

"Why is it that all you stripper bitches act like this? Like your better than anyone else? You just led me on and are leaving me hanging."

"So?"

"So?" Mark asked back gritting his teeth. "Where is your "Brad Pitt" look alike now?"

"He's at work," she replied.

"When's he coming home?" Mark asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm not leaving here until the job is finished. I just cheated on my wife and if I'm going to fuck up, I'm going to fuck up right. Now where is your bedroom?"

Precious closed her legs and sat up in the chair. "What?" she asked.

"You heard me, we're going to finish before I go, and I'm horny now."

"I don't give a shit if you're horny, get the fuck out of my house."

Mark stood up and stepped towards Precious. She sunk back into the chair in a defensive posture.

"If you rape me you will die," Precious said.

Mark took the word "rape" very seriously and backed off. She did offer to let him eat her out, but she didn't offer anymore. Anything he took from her now would be rape and he already fucked up once today, he didn't need to end up in prison. "Fine, I'll get my shit and get out," he replied and began tearing down his photo gear.

Precious stood up and walked into the bedroom while Mark was busy. His set up was simple and mobile. It didn't take long to pack up. As he picked up the tub full of backdrops and strobe heads, he noticed Precious step out of her bedroom with a pistol in her hand.

"What's that for?" Mark asked.

"You were going to rape me, this is so I can defend myself."

"I'm packed up can't you see that? I'll be gone in five minutes."

"What's to say you won't return to rape me after you're packed up?" Precious asked. "She began to play with her right breast with her left hand.

Mark took notice. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm horny again," she replied.

"Best get back in the bedroom and find a vibrator then, or wait till your husband gets home."

"No, you fuck me, now." she said.

Blindsided by her comment, Mark paused and shook his head in disbelief. "A minute ago you were telling me to jack off in the bathroom, then to leave, and now you want me to what?"

"I want you to fuck me." she said flat

"Why the gun? I would have anyway."

"I like my sex mixed with danger. My husband has no idea I'm doing this shoot and he could walk in at any time and catch us. That turns me the fuck on."

Mark stood dumbfounded looking at this naked hot woman pointing a gun at him demanding sex. "If I don't fuck you, you shoot me, if I do fuck you and he catches us, I'm dead. Neither one of those works for me."

"If you don't get caught, you get the best fuck of your life."

Back in her bedroom, Precious put the gun in a nightstand drawer. She lay on her back and spread wide like she was going to do jumping jacks. "This is your chance, take me."

Mark quickly removed his clothes and got on the bed all along thinking about his wife at work. His penis was still rock hard and he knew Precious was still wet. He got into position and slid in his cock. It was like a warm, tight, wet pussy hole from heaven. He didn't move a muscle and came inside her instantly.

"What are you doing?" Precious asked.

"I couldn't help it, I was too far gone to start with," Mark replied. He pulled out and lay on his back next to Precious. Next to the nightstand with the gun. Thinking quickly, he rolled over and pulled the gun out of the drawer. He noticed immediately that the clip was missing. "What the fuck?" he asked. "This gun has no clip!"

Precious stood up and let the cum drip out of her pussy and run down her leg. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and cleaned off the mess. "I am so disappointed in you," she said. "I wanted you to fuck me till I couldn't walk, and you came before you started."

"Did you hear what I said? There is no clip in this gun."

"I know, it's not my gun, the guy I got if from was supposed to get me the clip but never did."

"What is wrong with you?" Mark asked. "Are you some sort of fucking psycho? Do you even have a husband?"

"Yes I do, he's in jail." Precious replied. "Possession with intent to sell."

"What's up with all the drama? Why all the stories?" Mark asked.

"I don't know, that's how I am," she replied.

Mark was feeling guilty for cheating on his wife and now he realized it had been with a nut case. This woman might go running to his wife and tell her what he did. Who knows? This woman seemed very unstable. "I'm going to be leaving now," Mark said sliding across the bed towards his clothes piled on the floor.

# Chapter 6

# Mommy's turn

Bob returned from the bunker, his mother could tell he was still wired from raping and beating Cathy. Julie Anne had watched the action from her view screen and played with herself while her son had his way with the captive. Bob walked by his mother and out of the corner of his eye saw her hand moving in circles under her dress between her legs. Julie Anne, in her late fifties, was an average looking woman, with a few extra pounds.

"Do you have to do that now?" Bob asked his mother.

"Don't be such a snot," Julie Anne replied. "This is my house too."

"I pay the rent," Bob replied.

Julie Anne refrained from masturbating for a moment and looked at her son. He was in his mid-twenties and not a bad looking boy. "Why don't you come over here and help me?" she asked.

"I'm not really into incest mom," Bob replied.

"You're an adult now, don't think of it that way."

Bob opened his laptop and turned it on. He wanted to check his email and social media. He ignored his mother.

Frustrated at her son's dismissal, Julie Anne stood up and walked up behind her son and rubbed his shoulders. Bob shivered but didn't stop her. "You seem so tense, was she a hard girl to fuck?"

"She put up a fight at first, but not for long," Bob replied.

"Did you cum?"

"Yes mother."

"Don't call me mother, call me Julie Anne."

Bob turned his head back to look at his mother. Her breasts were in his face. "No, you are my mother, not a date."

Pissed, Julie Anne took her hands off of her son's shoulders and walked back to her chair. She pulled up her dress, took it off and tossed it on Bob's laptop.

"What are you doing?" Bob asked. "I am not fucking my mother!"

Julie Anne got down on the floor and crawled over to her son trying to separate his legs to get to his cock but he stopped her.

"Stop it mother!" Bob snapped.

She continued to try to pry his legs apart. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had real cock?" she asked. "Just this one time, I need to feel it in my mouth."

Bob stood up and pushed his mother aside. "I'm going back to the club for a while, you need to go to bed."

Disappointed, Julie Anne gathered up her dress and put it back on. She watched her son leave the house slamming the door behind him. She sat for a while and thought about what to do next. In the back of her head she knew she had a captive supply of girls in the bunker, but craved a nice hard cock. At this point she was so horny she didn't care who she was with. Bob had a strict rule that his mother could never go into any of the cells, she could go in the walkway, and feed the girls, but never enter inside.

Bob didn't know, but Julie Anne had copies of all the cell door keys. For months Julie Anne was jealous that Bob could get what he wanted from the girls at any time, but she couldn't get anything from anyone. She had no car and Bob didn't allow her to use his. After being denied sex from her son, and being as wound up as she was from watching him rape one of the girls, she was bound and determined to have one herself. Bob would never find out, the girls were well trained not to speak to anyone unless spoken too.

Later, Julie Anne entered the bunker. She walked down to the cell of the girl she liked the best. The one she had seen raped many times on video. Her name was Linda and was the wife of one of Bob's friends. Once Bob knew of her affairs, he kidnapped her and put her in the bunker. She was the second girl to ever be housed there.

Linda heard the clank of the door when Julie Anne entered the bunker. She was sitting on the edge of her bed when her captor showed up at her cell. Linda was surprised to see Julie Anne instead of Bob.

"How are you doing?" Julie Anne asked.

Linda sat silent.

"You can answer."

"Where's he?" Linda asked.

"He's out for the night, he wanted me to come take care of you for a while."

"Take care of me how?"

Julie Anne unlocked the cell door and walked inside. She relocked the door and stepped over to Linda who was dressed in a white t shirt and bikini panties. "I want was Bob gets." Julie Anne said.

Linda looked up at Julie Anne with a curious look, she didn't understand what Julie Anne meant. Then Julie Anne took off her dress and tossed it on the floor. She was nude.

"You want to have sex with me?" Linda asked.

"Not the same way he does obviously, but yes," Julie Anne replied.

Linda waited for direction, she always did what Bob told her.

Julie walked over to the bed and sat down next to Linda, she reached over and pulled up her shirt exposing her round firm breasts. "I never thought a girl would do this to me," Julie Anne said grasping hold of Linda's right breast. She squeezed and let loose. A warm feeling came over her and she moved in closer. "Kiss me," Julie Anne said as she moved towards Linda's lips. Linda didn't resist, she kissed Julie Anne back and the two held the kiss for a few seconds. Now Julie Anne was very wet.

Feeling that Linda would be no problem, Julie Anne tugged at Linda's shirt and motioned for her to undress. Linda stood up and removed her shirt and panties and Julie Anne lay on her back on the bed nude.

"I want to feel your tongue inside me," Julie Anne said.

Linda walked around to the top of the bed and crawled down towards Julie Anne's pussy. Once in place, she let herself down, skin on skin and buried her face in Julie Anne's hot wet crack. Julie then spread Linda's pussy and buried her tongue in Linda and together they sixty nined each other. Julie Anne was in fucking heaven feeling another person touch her down there. She was tired of masturbation and needed the real feel even if it was another woman.

For the next twenty minutes, the women continued to lick each other to the point of orgasm. At least for Julie Anne, Linda was like a robot who tried to disassociate herself as much as she could. To her it was a job.

When they finished, Linda crawled off the bed. Julie Anne laid on the bed with her eyes closed relaxing and Linda saw her opportunity. As quiet as she could be, Linda stepped over to Julie Anne and dropped her knee on Julie Anne's throat feeling her windpipe give under the pressure. Julie Anne's eyes popped wide open and she tried to sit up but Linda kept the pressure on her neck keeping her flat on the bed. Scratching and struggling, Julie Anne finally gave loose and passed out, soon she would die from asphyxiation.

On the floor next to the bed, the keys lay next to Julie Anne's dress. Linda scooped them up quickly and got dressed. She fumbled with the keys and tried them all till she found the one that unlocked her door. She knew that the main door had a key code lock on it, so she ran to the back entrance by Cathy's cell. The door was wide open and she ran through it without saying a word to the other girls. They didn't see her anyway, the sex was so quiet that nobody knew what was going on.

Once through the tunnel, Linda stepped into Bob and Linda's house. She was in the basement and quickly found the stairs to the main floor. There she saw an array of video display monitors with views of the cells in the bunker. She was at such an emotional high, all she wanted was to get free. The thought of going back and letting the others go didn't cross her mind, she knew Bob would be back soon and that once she contacted the police, they could come back and rescue the other three.

Moving around the monitors, she spied the front door and dashed quickly to it. She pulled open the door and breathed fresh air for the first time in months. It was dark, but still warm and she had no idea where town was from the front door, but that didn't matter. She took off over the porch, down the steps and ran down the driveway to the gravel road. There she could see the lights of town and headed that way.

As she walked, she realized that in her while underwear she would shine in the night to anyone driving, including Bob. Was it worth it to keep on the main road or should she head down a different way to town. She needed to get back to town and find the police. Bob was going down like his mother.

# Chapter 7

# Two as one

Back at the "Silver Nugget Gentlemen's club", Bob walked in and greeted the bouncer on duty, he was still pissed so he didn't say much and walked over to the bar to see if Maria was in. One the way over, Bob spied Mark sitting alone in the back stewing and sipping on a drink. Maria could wait, he felt better chatting with his friend, "What's up?" Bob asked.

Mark looked up and didn't crack a smile. "Nothing," Mark replied.

Bob pulled up a chair and sat down. "You look like your dog just died."

"I bet I do," Mark replied.

"Are you going to tell me or not? What's wrong?"

Mark pushed his drink around on the table and avoided answering the question. Then he looked at Bob who was staring at him. "I fucked up royally today," Mark said.

"Well, go on."

"I did the one thing I swore I'd never do at a photo shoot," Mark said flat.

"What did you do? Fuck one of your models?" Bob asked.

A very long awkward pause ensued.

"Yes," was all Mark said looking at his drink avoiding eye contact with Bob.

"Holy shit dude, how did that happen?"

"She shoved my face in her pussy and told me to eat it."

"No fucking way," Bob said.

"I was six inches away, taking pictures and she took the camera out of my hand and pushed my face in her pussy. I couldn't stop myself. Don't try to judge me, I've never done anything like that before."

"Hey, I'm not judging you." Bob said.

"I know how you feel about this sort of thing with your mom and dad."

"You've never done this before right?"

"No, never, I love my wife, I feel like total shit. If she ever found out I'd kill myself."

"Did you do anything else besides eat her out?" Bob asked.

Another long pause. "Yes, I fucked her too."

"It was a onetime oops, don't sweat it, we all make mistakes, the important thing is that you realize that and you're sorry for what you did. You're not some serial cheater. Not like Cathy, or that fucking Chad guy."

Mark looked over at Bob. "Have you heard anything new about Cathy?"

Taking a hard swallow and hiding it, Bob replied, "No, I haven't heard anything."

"I saw the police earlier talking to the guy she was fucking, he left with them."

"Really? Maybe that son of a bitch knows where she is, he probably has her tied up in his basement."

"They wouldn't detain him if they didn't think he knew something," Mark said.

"I'd love to be there right now and listen to that conversation. I may have been the last person to see her, but he has a reason to get rid of her. If he's married, he wouldn't want his wife to hear about it."

"She's only missing, not dead," Mark said. "They'll find her."

"Yeah, in a shallow grave behind his boat house," Bob said. "That guy looked funny to me, I know he has something to do with her disappearance

The two men sat and drank, watching the dancers on stage. Bob knew he had to play it cool and not let Mark know that Cathy was back at his secret bunker locked up like a farm animal. Bob honestly thought that Mark's confession absolved him of his guilt, anyone can make a mistake and he could see the grief in Mark's eyes. They shared a common bond in their disdain for lying cheating whores and Bob felt this woman lured Mark into committing an act he would never have done otherwise. It was the bitches fault, it was always the bitches fault, and Bob felt that maybe Mark would do well to know what he had buried back at his place. It would be easier to punish these women with a partner than alone, and his mother was very unstable at best.

"Hey, can I trust you with something?" Bob asked.

"Sure, what is it?' Mark asked.

"This isn't some small thing, this is huge, I need to know if I can trust you."

Mark sat for a second and was a little offended. They hadn't been friends since childhood, but they were good enough friends that they could share a secret or two. "What, are you going to tell me you have Cathy tied up in your basement?" Mark asked as a joke.

Bob didn't answer, he took a sip of his drink and thought whether or not he should follow through with his plan. "We need to discuss this alone, not in the club."

"Where do you want to go?" Mark asked.

"We can drive around and talk," Bob said and the two left the club without saying goodbye to anyone.

Once in Bob's car, they took off heading towards Bob's place. No one spoke for a while, the tension was too great. Then Mark spoke up and asked, "What's going on Bob?"

Bob kept his eyes on the road and replied in a very low serious tone, "I have her."

"Cathy?" Mark asked.

"Yes, I didn't take her home that night, I took her to my place and have her locked up."

"Why do I think you're telling me the truth?" Mark asked.

"I have no reason to lie, you confessed what you did, I confessed what I did."

"Oh my God, I told you I fucked a model, you kidnapped a stripper, that's not even in the same playing field!"

"She's fine, I didn't kill her, I just have her locked up."

"Why? What are you going to do with her?" Mark asked.

"I don't know, keep her for a while, that's for sure."

"Then what?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought that far ahead."

"So you have her in your basement?" Mark asked.

"Not exactly, I have her locked up in a bunker, underground."

"You live on an old hog farm right?"

"Yes," Bob replied.

"Is this some place they kept hogs?"

"No, I built it last year."

"So you've been planning on kidnapping her for a year?"

Bob stopped talking for a while as they crossed the tracks leading out of town into the country. The road went from asphalt to gravel and dust filled the air behind them. "I have more than one girl."

"Jesus, how many do you have?" Mark asked.

"Four, including Cathy."

"Where did you get them all?"

"Various places, all cheating lying whores."

"And you keep them locked up? Are they in cages?"

"Fuck no, I built a real nice place, each has its own heating, air and plumbing. They're like mini apartments."

"Why are you telling me this?" Mark asked.

"Because I need help with them, my mother helps take care of them while I'm at work and I need someone I can trust when she's not around. She's a little unstable herself."

"What makes you think you can trust me?" Mark asked.

"I know you, I know how you think, you're like me," Bob replied.

"You think so? I don't keep girls locked underground. I usually take photographs."

"I mean how you think. You don't like whores any more than I do."

"I know, but there is a line between kidnapping and being a misogynist. I can hate them from afar. Why would you want to have them close to you in the first place if you hate them so much?'

"So I can punish them," Bob replied. "The bitches need to learn."

"You want to drag me into this and punish them too? I wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone punish another human. These girls get their own punishments from the lives they lead. They make things hard on themselves, I don't need to make it any harder."

"You mean Karma?" Bob asked.

"Yes, I suppose."

"I am Karma," Bob said laughing.

Just then Mark saw a figure zip by on the side of the road, he was sure it was a girl in her underwear. It was Linda, she got lost on the side road and walked back to the main that headed back into town.

Bob hit his brakes and slid his car to a sideways halt. He saw her too and was freaking out.

"What are you doing? And who was that?" Mark yelled.

Bob put the car in reverse and made room, he then put the car into drive and took off after the girl he saw a few moments ago.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Mark yelled again.

"You'll see soon enough," Bob yelled back. The car sped down the road and in the distance the two men could see the white t shirt and panties bouncing up and down as Linda ran towards town. It didn't take long until they pulled up behind her and Bob got out of the car. He took off running and caught up with Linda who was now winded and ready to throw up.

Mark came up behind the two and stopped. "Who is she?" Mark asked.

"Help me get her back to the car! "Bob snapped.

Mark did what Bob said and took and arm and forced Linda back to the car. She was screaming and fighting so Bob smacked her in the face and told her to shut up. Mark was horrified but continued to help.

Once back at the car, the two men tossed Linda in the backseat. Bob got in the driver's seat and Mark stayed in the back restraining her with his arms. Bob started put the car in drive and spun around heading back to his place.

The ride was quick and Bob pulled into his driveway and hid the car behind a wind block. The tall evergreen trees made a great hiding place from anyone driving down the road. Bob opened the back door and dragged Linda out followed by Mark who was still in shock.

"What are you going to do with her?" Mark asked.

"Help me get her to the house, no fuck it, follow me over to the door over there."

Bob pulled and Linda and Mark pushed from behind. At the door Bob clicked in a code and opened the door and let the other two in. Down the steps they went to another door that was locked with a padlock and chain. Bob closed the outer door and scrambled down and unlocked the next door, they all stepped through and again Bob locked the door behind him. It was then he saw Linda's cell door wide open and the back door to the house as well.

Bob let go of Linda and ran to her cell where he saw his mother lying on her back on the bed. She wasn't moving, she looked dead.

"Mom!" Bob yelled running to the bedside. It was obvious now, she was grey and lifeless.

Mark stood in the walkway with Linda, he didn't know what to say.

Bob stood and looked down at his mother for a while and then walked back out of the cell to Mark and Linda. "What happened?" Bob asked.

Linda looked at the floor and didn't respond.

"Put her back in the empty cell at the end, and lock it. "Bob said.

Mark pushed Linda back down the walkway to her cell and opened the door. She stepped inside and Mark closed the door and locked it. "What now?" he asked turning back to Bob.

"Are you in this with me?" Bob asked.

Mark stood silent.

"I need to know if I can trust you."

"I can't answer that right now, I have to absorb what's going on," Mark replied.

"What's there to absorb? These are whores, and that one's a murderer," Bob said pointing to Linda's cell.

Mark was hesitant to reply. He knew what he was going to say wasn't going to go over well with Bob. He took a few deep breaths and said, "She was doing what she felt she needed to do, you can't keep them held up in cages like dogs and not want to escape."

"You're on the bitch's side?" Bob asked.

"I didn't say that, I know how I'd feel if I were in the same position."

Bob paused a moment. "You are making the assumption that you and they are the same. These sluts gave up their rights to be human a long time ago. They are less than dogs."

"Is that why you feed them dog food?" Mark asked looking down at the bowl in Linda's cell.

"Yeah, it is, plus it's cheap. While you're thinking about the moral issues here, can you help me with my mother, I can't leave her down here."

"What are you going to do?" Mark asked.

"I got to bury her somewhere," Bob replied.

"You can't just bury someone, people will ask questions, and the cops will come out looking around. The door to this thing is out in the open, did you think of that when you built it?"

"What do you suggest?" Bob asked.

"You need to dump her somewhere else off the property, so they won't think to come looking here," Mark replied.

"They would still come out here to talk to me, doesn't fix the problem."

"Is there anything you can do to the door to make it not so obvious you have your own prison down here?"

"I could tell them it's my tornado shelter."

"If they had a search warrant, they wouldn't give a shit what you called it. You need to hide the door."

"So that means burying her and then reworking the front entrance, that's going to take some time."

"Who all knows she's out here?" Mark asked.

"Enough," Bob replied.

"Enough to make a stink if she wasn't seen for a while?"

"She usually stays at home, I won't let her drive my car."

"Does she have a job?"

"No,"

"How long could she be missing before anyone noticed?"

Bob thought for a moment. "Two weeks maybe. But how do I get around the missing persons report? The cops will want to know why I didn't report her missing right away."

"Tell them she got pissed and left, you didn't know where she went."

"On foot?" Bob asked. "That's a stretch."

"What else can you do?" Mark asked.

"I'll have to think of something later, for now we need to get her out of here."

"What are you going to do with her body?"

"I have two backhoes, and an Earth mover. I can put her six feet under and scrape the ground so it looks like no one touched it. I do dirt work for a living. I have plenty of places out back to bury her, we have a few dirt piles and some crushed rock. I'm an artist when it comes to pushing dirt."

# Chapter 8

# The Package

Three days later, Mark is at home when his wife Amanda brings him a box she found on the front porch. It was delivered by UPS and had no return address. Mark took the box and said thanks. It was small, about large enough to hold a soda can and weighed very little.

"Were you expecting something?" Amanda asked.

"No," Mark replied. He tore the box open and found a typed note on top of a pair of lacy pink panties.

Amanda freaked and grabbed the note and box and ran into the living room.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked following her.

Amanda sat on the couch and read the note, then broke into tears.

"Amanda, tell me what's going on."

She handed the note to Mark keeping her eyes on the floor. Mark took the note, it read. "Your skank wife left these in my husband's truck, you might want to keep a shorter leash on your fucking whore. If I ever see her near me or my family again, there will be hell to pay."

Mark lowered the note and looked at his wife. "What's this?" he asked.

Now sobbing, Amanda managed to say, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what? What did you do?" Mark asked.

"I've been cheating on you," she replied.

"With who?" Mark asked.

"One of the guys from work," she replied.

"Again? Who now?"

"Justin," she replied.

"What the fuck?" Mark asked. "How long have you been cheating on me this time?"

"Two months."

"When? Where was I when this was happening?" Mark asked.

Amanda didn't want to answer, she looked away and tried to stop crying. "After work mostly," she replied. "And when you'd go on photo shoots."

"So all those times you told me that you had things to stay late for, you were fucking him?" Mark asked.

Amanda nodded yes.

"How many times?"

"I don't know."

"Guess!" Mark yelled.

"Maybe a few dozen," she replied.

"A few dozen? No wonder you quit putting out, Jesus fucking Christ!"

Amanda got up and walked into the kitchen, the pressure was too great.

"Were you fucking in this house?" Mark asked.

"Yes,"

"In our bedroom?"

"A few times," she replied.

Mark stood dumbstruck, he didn't know how to handle this information, it was like being hit by a truck, how did she manage to hide this from him so well? Other than her cutting him off for the last two months, things seemed to be reasonably normal.

"When was the last time you two hooked up?" Mark asked.

"Last night after work," Amanda replied.

"You fucking whore," Mark said flat.

Amanda didn't reply, she knew this was coming and that she deserved it.

"I can't believe you did this to me again, after two years you go out and fuck some other guy? This wasn't some one night stand, or drunken mistake, this was a conspiracy against me and our marriage."

"I said I was sorry."

Mark stepped in close, he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled up tight. "I should beat the fuck out of you right here and now. You deserve whatever comes to you."

"That would be just like you." Amanda snapped back.

"What? Are you saying I'm a wife beater? I've never raised a hand to you ever. And you've deserved to be beaten more than once."

"You're an asshole," she said.

"You are in no position to be pissing me off Amanda," Mark said with his jaw clenched.

"I'm leaving you," Amanda snapped back.

Mark let go and stepped back. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. First he finds out his wife of eight years has been cheating on him for the fifth time, and now she's leaving him. An hour ago everything was fine. His world was now shattered. Mark looked up at her and said, "No, I don't think so," and attacked her beating her senseless to unconsciousness.

Once on the ground, he picked her up and carried her out to his car. He didn't look to see if anyone was looking, and he didn't care. He then put her in the passenger's seat and strapped her in and took off to Bob's place out in the country hoping she wouldn't come around too soon.

On the way to Bob's, Mike called him and told him about what happened and that he needed to meet him at his place. Once there, Mike took his wife from the passenger's seat and took her into the bunker and placed her in the last empty cell and locked it. She lie on the bed, but was coming around.

A quick spray from the hose and Amada was wide awake and screaming. Mark turned off the hose and set it down on the walkway. He peered at his wife through the bars. She sat up and looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings.

"Welcome to your new home," Mark said with a smile.

"Where am I?" Amada asked.

"Someplace Justin will never find you, or anyone else for that matter."

Amanda stood up and let the water drain from her clothes.

"There are towels over by the shower in the laundry basket," Mark said.

Shivering in the cold, Amanda dried off and wrapped herself in a dry towel over her clothes.

"I asked you what this place is, now tell me!" Amanda demanded.

"You, my whore wife, are in no position to make demands of me. I'll tell you when I'm ready. For now, get used to it, this will be the last place you ever live."

"You think I'm your prisoner?" Amanda laughed out loud. "I'll be out of here soon enough."

"What makes you think that?" Mark asked.

"Justin was on his way over to our house to talk to you. We planned on telling you that I was leaving you before the package ever arrived."

Stunned, Mark stood shaking his head. "We're not home," he replied.

"No, but the gps on my phone still works, and he's going to follow it right to where ever this shit hole is."

"Where is your phone?" Mark asked.

Realizing she let the cat out of the bag too soon, Amanda shut up.

Mark unlocked the door to her cell and walked in. He grabbed her and felt her pockets and found the phone in her right front. Quickly he pulled the phone and threw it against the wall smashing it into shards of metal and plastic. "There, let him find that," Mark said.

Amanda struck out at Mark and scratched his neck with her claw like fingernails. She tried again and this time Mark grabbed her by the wrist and held tight. In a fury of anger, he shoved her back towards the bed, tripping her and sending her to the cement floor. He stepped over and picked her up by the arm and shoved her into the concrete wall. She banged her head hard and for a moment lost her sense of direction and balance.

"What did I ever do to deserve this?" Mark asked. "Why cheat?"

"Justin was there for me, he made me feel special."

"Justin is a dumb kid with a truck and a wife."

"You're a stupid photographer who used to have a wife."

Mark slapped Amanda across the face, and then again. "You stupid cunt, and you thought you'd get away with it?"

"I am getting away with it," Amanda replied.

"No, you're locked inside a concrete cell with bars on the door and Justin is somewhere in his truck fucking his dog."

"You can't keep me here," Amanda said.

"Looks like I am," Mark replied.

"Not for long, they'll find me."

"No, they won't" Mark said with a grin.

"What is this place? Is this where you take little girls to molest them?"

Mark punched Amanda the eye. "I don't molest anyone. Say that again and you won't like what I do."

"Then what is this place?" Amanda shouted.

"It belongs to a friend of mine, get used to it, and call it home."

Amanda shook her head and rubbed her eye. "You bastard, hitting a girl."

Mark moved in close. "You hurt me, I hurt you, get it?"

"No man treats a woman like this," Amanda said.

"All women treat men like this," Mark said. "I'm leaving, you sit here for a while, a long while, and think about your future, if you get hungry, there's a bowl of dog food over by the bars. Remember, you are a dog, you will be treated as such. From now on you are no longer my wife, nor a human and will be treated accordingly." Mark left the cell and slammed the door. He locked the chain and walked down the pathway to the front door where Bob was waiting for him. Together they left the bunker and headed to the main house. Once inside they sat at the video surveillance center and had a talk.

"Looks like you got your way," Mark said.

"What do you mean?" Bob asked knowing the answer.

"You wanted a partner, now you have one."

"Yeah, I didn't want it to happen this way, sorry about the bad news."

Mark watched Amanda on the view screen in her cell. She was on the ground picking up the pieces of her cell phone. "What's the stupid bitch doing? Does she think she can put it back together?"

"She's desperate, it's the only tie she has right now to her normal life."

"Normal life, what's that?" Mark asked.

"You have a point, to most people, normal doesn't include sharing your partner with someone else, but to those who do, it's like any other day."

"How did I not see this coming?" Mark asked. "This is the kind of shit that happens to other people, not me!"

"It's far more common than you think. Right now I have a full bunker filled with women who cheat. And we live in a fairly small community."

"Yeah, I know, it's just that I'm used to a way of life, and today that way of life is gone."

"And you want to punish her?" Bob asked.

"Yes, severely, she isn't getting away with this, I don't deserve it." Mark replied.

"Good, I agree, she should be punished, and forever taught a lesson."

"What do you mean? What do you think I should do with her?"

"Let me have an hour with her, she will wish she was never born," Bob said.

"What, are you going to rape her? She's already getting too much extracurricular sex as it is, I don't need you adding to her tally. Who knows how many other guys there were before Justin."

"I see your point, then how do you intend to punish her?" Bob asked.

Mark paused and thought for a second. "This is still pretty fresh in my mind, I need to think about it."

"In the meantime, I need someone to take over what my mother was doing, the feeding, the cleaning and such."

"I can do that, it's the least I can do for you letting me keep Amanda locked up here."

"That also means laundry, buying soap and supplies. Anything you would do in a kennel."

"Kennel, I like that, a good place to keep dogs."

Bob smiled, "Yes, and you don't have to spray up the dog shit off the floor, they toilet themselves."

"Have you ever had a problem with any of them protesting or not complying with you?" Mark asked.

"I used to, then I found out the hose works well. The water is from a well and is usually around forty degrees. Twenty minutes of that and they can barely move. It's a great motivator."

"So how many girls do you have?" Mark asked.

"I have your wife, Cathy, Linda and one other."

"Is she a problem?" Mark asked.

"No worse than the rest."

"So I do have a question, what would you do if they got out of their cells?"

"I built in a system to gas the place if I need to, there is a hose sticking out of the ground that runs up by the house. All you have to do is put the hose on the exhaust of your car and it pumps the entire bunker full of carbon monoxide in about a half hour."

"What about the ventilation system? Won't that air out the gas first?"

"You know I never thought about that. I guess you could throw the breaker on the side of the house that would cut all power and stop the vents from working."

"Which breaker is it?" Mark asked.

"It's labeled, "Hog pen."

"That is appropriate," Mark laughed. "I need to get back home for a while, can I get a key or something so I can do my chores?"

"I'll have a set made for you when you get back, and I'll write out a list of all the chores that need done and how often."

"I do have a question, have you ever lost a girl, I mean other than Linda escaping?"

"Yes, the first girl I ever captured, it was a rookie mistake, I was too easy on her and she got out."

"Got out? How are you still here? Didn't she turn you in?"

"No, she didn't get far, back then I made them wear ankle chains and she cut herself up pretty bad trying to run. She made it as far as the wind block before she couldn't go any further."

"What did you do with her?"

"I cut her up and threw her in my neighbors hog pen."

"You killed her?" Mark asked.

"I was scared shitless, it was my first time and I was sure she was going to get out again. I panicked didn't think it out and I was too scared to bury her so I took her chopped up parts and tossed them in the pen. He has five hundred hogs, she didn't last the night."

"What have I got myself into?" Mark asked.

"Think of it as your righteous calling, it's your job to set these bitches straight and make them fly right."

"Why hold them? I mean, you're creating a huge burden for yourself and they can't be cheap to maintain?"

"I'm not a murderer, I don't enjoy killing." Bob replied. "It isn't my place to take their lives, it's my place to make their lives more in line with what I think is right. They can't cheat if they're locked up in a cell."

"You're playing dad?" Mark asked.

"I guess you could say that," Bob laughed. "They are all permanently grounded.

# Chapter 9

# Hog Pen

Mark brought two chairs from the house and set them next to Cathy's cell. He had finished his chores and wanted to talk to the woman he had been taking pictures of a week earlier. He unlocked her cell and set on chair inside facing out, stepped back out and relocked the door. Cathy watched him set up the chair and got up to see what was going on. Mark waved her over and sat in his chair till she got there.

She sat down and asked, "What's going on?"

"I wanted to talk to you if you don't mind," Mark replied.

Cathy looked at him with discontent. "Why now?" she asked.

"I like a captive audience," he said with a smile.

"Fuck you," Cathy said. "If you really want to do something nice, why don't you put in a television for us, or a radio?"

"Who said I wanted to do anything nice?" Mark replied. "Did you know my bitch wife is here now?" he asked.

"Yes, all we have to do is talk around here."

"Fucking whore was on boyfriend number five." Mark stated.

"How about the television?" Cathy asked again.

"If I did that, Bob would have my ass. This is his place, I just help out."

"You can't keep us locked up like animals in a cage, I'll go fucking nuts. Even hard core criminals get an hour in the yard once a day."

"I don't think Bob thinks of you as criminals, he thinks more of you as the devils children."

"Then why are you talking to me? Isn't that the same as having a television? If he wants me in isolation, you're fucking that up right now," Cathy said.

"Yeah I know, Bob doesn't know I'm doing this. I doubt he'd approve."

"You're taking your life in your hands, he's a fucking psycho."

"No, I don't think he would think of me chatting with you in the same realm of what you do, or did."

"I get that, he pretty much thinks of all women as objects to be used as he sees fit," Cathy said.

"I agree with that, he really has no place for most women, cheaters are a special category unto themselves."

Cathy paused for a moment and fixed her shirt. She was still dressed in a white t shirt and plain white panties. "When can I get some new clothes? "Cathy asked.

"You have three pairs and I keep them washed, what do you need?" Mark asked.

"How about a pair of pants?" Cathy asked.

"Bob doesn't approve of women wearing pants, he's old fashioned."

"Really?" Cathy asked. "In the old days women didn't run around in their underwear. I think Bob has a pretty warped sense of reality."

"I'll ask him about pants, but I'm pretty sure he'll say no."

"So, no television, no new clothes, what can I get? How long are we going to eat dog food?" Cathy asked.

"Honestly, the dog food serves two purposes, first, it's cheap and easy, and second, he thinks of you all as dogs, so I don't think that's going to change anytime soon."

"Then why are you talking to me? If you're not here to help us, what the fuck do you want?"

Mark shrugged his shoulders and crossed his legs like he was in for a long conversation. All he was missing was a glass of tea and an end table to set it on.

"I just wanted to talk, that's all."

"You fucking asshole, you call me a whore, let this prick lock me up and you think you can come here and engage me in conversation for your pleasure?" Cathy asked.

"I could leave I suppose," Mark replied.

Cathy got up from her chair and shoved it towards the cell door. She then turned around and walked back to the bed and lied down. She had no intention of letting Mark have his way, she had all the power and he could fuck off.

"Tell me about your husband?" Mark asked in a loud voice. Loud enough to be heard in all the cells.

No response.

"How about your kids?" he asked.

"Fuck off," Cathy said.

"How many do you have?"

Silence, then, "If you gave a shit about my kids you'd let me go. What kind of sick fuck keeps a mother from their kids? They're scared shitless that mommy will never come home."

That comment struck Mark hard. He knew she was right, it wasn't the kid's fault their mother was a whore, and they didn't deserve to go through the stress of not knowing where their mother was."

"How old are they?" Mark asked.

"Six and three," she replied.

Mark got a sick feeling in his gut, what a horrible thing he and Bob were doing to these innocent kids. He swallowed hard and uncrossed his legs. He became so uncomfortable with what he was now a part of that he questioned his partnership with Bob. Although his own wife was two cells away, and deserved all she got, he couldn't reconcile keeping Cathy captive any longer.

Not having kids didn't change or influence his feeling towards Cathy and her kids. Mark was a compassionate man and had to force himself to treat these women the way Bob wanted. Mark hated his wife, and wanted her to pay for the five affairs, but Cathy and the rest had no purpose in being locked in Bob's sick fantasy. "Come back over here and talk to me," Mark said, almost pleading.

Cathy could hear the sincerity in Marks tone and took notice. She realized she made a point and hit him where it counted. She got up and walked back over to the cell door and took her seat on the chair facing Mark. "So are you going to let me go?" she asked.

"Maybe," Mark said. "Depends."

"On what?" Cathy asked.

"On what I can do, it's not as easy as it sounds. He has this place rigged. If you or I piss him off, he hooks the gas to his car up to a hose and a half hour later everyone down here is dead. That could include me if he's pissed enough."

"Drive to town, get the sheriff, it's that easy," Cathy said.

"There's one huge problem, my wife is in here, if I get the sheriff, I'm going down."

"You're probably going down anyway, you should cut your losses before you get too deep."

Mark considered what she had said and knew she was right. The only thing stopping her was his wife Amanda who was housed a few cells down from Cathy. "If I go down, so does she," Mark said.

"What do you mean?"

"Kidnapping is a huge offense, kidnapping five girls is off the charts. There is no way I'm getting out of this without a life sentence."

"But you were only helping, you didn't build this thing," Cathy said.

"But I'm an accomplice, and I brought my wife out here. I'm fucked if I go to the sheriff. I let you go, and they lock me up instead."

"What about my kids?" Cathy asked.

Mark was lost in thought, he was being pulled in two different directions and didn't know which way to go. Bottom line, he was in too deep to get out now. "Bob will be back at five, I can't do anything today."

"Why not?" Cathy asked. "Town is only five miles away."

Mark knew she was right. A five minute drive and he could be at the law enforcement center. As long as Bob didn't have a heads up on his plan, Bob wouldn't have a reason to gas the girls. "Fine," Bob said, "I'll go."

Cathy sat and watched Mike get off his chair and head to the door that lead to the house. Once he was through the door and out of site, she picked up her chair and carried it back to her bed and laid it down between the bed and the wall so it wouldn't be seen.

To Cathy's surprise, Mark came back from the house holding the keys to all the cells. He unlocked Cathy, Linda and the girl at the end skipping over his wife Amanda who was yelling at him. He gathered up the women and led them into the house leaving Amanda behind.

"What about your wife?" Cathy asked.

"She can fucking rot for all I care," Mark replied. He led the women up the stairs and out the front of the house. It was the first daylight some of them seen in weeks. "I want you to go over to the windbreak and wait for me, I have something I need to do before we go."

The women were eager to get going and did as Mark told them. Cathy looked back and started to say something and decided not to. Mark was getting in his car anyway. Once he had the car in motion, he pulled it up to the house and got out leaving the motor running. He fished out the hose that led to the bunker and attached it to his tailpipe. He then popped open the breaker box on the side of the house and flipped the breaker that said, "Hog pen"to the off position and took note of the time on his watch. He had thirty minutes to wait.

# Chapter 10

# Escape

It was midafternoon and Bob was leaving the construction job. Mark had loaded up the three women and was driving into town when his cell phone rang, it was Bob. "Hello?" Mark asked.

"Hey, I'm getting off early today, are there any supplies I need to pick up?"

Pretending he was still back at the house, Mark replied, "Yeah, I need more laundry and dishwasher soap."

"Is that all?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, that's about it?"

"Where are you?" Bob asked

Surprised by his question, Mark replied, "I'm in the house, why do you ask?"

"I got an alert on my phone that there was a carbon monoxide leak in the bunker. Is everything ok?"

"How did you get an alert?"

"I installed a system that tells me if there's a fire or gas leak and it sends me updates. I got an alarm a few minutes ago. Can you go take a look and see what's going on?" Bob asked.

Knowing full well why the alert went off, Mark had to scramble for a reply and act like he hadn't a clue. "Sure, I'll go down and call you back."

"Yeah, hurry up, that's a tight space and it won't take long to kill everyone down there. I think as long as the vent is running it should be ok,"

"Ok, I'll let you go, I'll call back in a few."

Mark hung up his phone and his heart thumped heard in his chest. He had no clue about the alarm system and now Bob knew something was going on. It was only a few miles to the sheriff's office so Mark felt relieved that he would soon have the girls safe. Then he saw Bob's car pull over the hill coming towards him. "What the fuck?" he said out loud.

"What is it?" Linda asked.

"Get down, it's Bob."

The women sunk down in their seats and Mark became very tense as Bob's car came closer. He could tell that Bob was slowing down as if he wanted Mark to pull over and talk. It was a split second decision, but Mark was too close to town now to stop. Instead of slowing down, Mark pushed on the gas pedal and sped his car up to seventy five miles and hour. He sped past Bob and watched him stop and turn in the rear view mirror. He knew Bob was going to follow him and now it was a race to the sheriff's office. Then Mark's phone rang again. He chose not to answer this time.

"Who's calling?" Cathy asked.

"It's Bob."

"Are you going to answer it?"

"I'm getting you to the sheriff, I don't need to have a conversation with the guy who's chasing us."

Then Mark saw something strange up ahead on the road. It looked like a sheriff's car turned to the side blocking the road. The closer he got, the more sure he was. Then he noticed an officer standing off to the left in a ditch standing there. Looking in the rear view mirror, all Mark could see was dust, but he knew Bob was coming up from behind.

"What's going on?" Cathy asked.

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure they're trying to box us in," Mark replied.

"Who, the sheriff?" Cathy asked. "Are you going to stop?"

Mark didn't know what to do, maybe the sheriff was in on this with Bob, or maybe the sheriff was alerted to the carbon monoxide leak and was out checking on the problem. But why pull his car sideways on the road and stand in the ditch? It looked and felt like a trap. "I got to find another way around this," Mark said slamming on his brakes. At seventy five miles an hour, the car went into a slide and ended up cockeyed in the road facing the ditch, but he was a good three hundred yards from the sheriff's car which gave him a little breathing room. Then he saw a plume of dust that blew over his windshield and knew Bob was there. When the dust settled, Bob was standing at the driver's side door of Marks car holding a pistol at his face.

Mark rolled down the window and held up his hands. The women followed Mark's lead and raised their hands as well.

"What the fuck Mark? I thought we had a deal, "Bob said.

The sheriff's car pulled up and blocked Mark from behind, he was completely trapped between the two cars. The sheriff exited his vehicle and approached Marks car on the passenger's side weapon drawn.

"I couldn't go through with it," Mark said.

Bob leaned over and looked at the passengers in the car. He noticed Amanda was not present. "Where's your wife?" Bob asked.

"I gassed her," Mark replied.

"That explains the alert."

"What's the deal with the sheriff?" Mark asked.

"He's a good friend of mine," Bob replied. "How do you think I managed to get away with my plan for so long? I had to have help."

"Why would he risk his job and prison to help you?"

"That's easy, you have his ex-wife in your car," Bob replied. The woman who remained silent this whole time, the woman who never caused a problem was the sheriff's ex-wife. She looked out the rear passenger's side window at her ex-husband who was now pointing his gun at her.

"Now what? Back to the bunker?" Mark asked.

"You have two choices, either the bunker or we blow you all away right here and now, don't matter to me."

"I would think you would have a hard time explaining four dead bodies," Mark said.

"No, you were running from the law and you were all shot and killed, happens all the time."

"What's our crime? How are you going to explain it?"

Bob looked over to the sheriff. "Hey, how should we explain this he wants to know," Bob said with a grin.

The sheriff explained, "I tried to pull you over for speeding, you took off running and I chased you. When you stopped, you tried to run me over so I shot you."

"All four of us?" Mark asked.

"The other three go back to the bunker, they were never here," the sheriff said.

Realizing their impromptu plan was pretty good, Mark decided to stop intimidating them. "I saw at least three cars on the way here, I'm sure they saw the women in the car. There are witnesses that will testify that I wasn't alone."

"You're bluffing, no one saw you out here, "Bob said.

"Bull shit, this is the main gravel road south of town, I bet there will be cars pulling up here any moment wanting to get by. How are you going to explain that Sherlock?" Mark asked.

Mark was right and Bob knew it. Bob looked both ways up and down the road and spotted a car coming from town. "Fuck!" he said pointing behind the sheriff.

Mark smiled knowing that Bob and the sheriff weren't going to get away with their plan. It would take an elaborate story to explain why the sheriff was blocking the road while a car full of women was being detained along with Bob who was parked on the other side of the road. "You should cut your losses now and give up," Mark said.

Bob knew Mark was right, they were fucked, bad.

The car coming from town pulled up on the other side of the sheriff's car and stopped. They waited for a few minutes and pulled back and made a turn, stopped again, turned the wheel and pulled back onto the road and headed back towards town. No one spoke to them. Bob watched them leave and shuffled nervously.

"What should we do?" Bob asked the sheriff.

"Kill the driver and take the girls back to your place," the sheriff said. "We can't dispose of four bodies, that's too much. I can handle one."

"What about that car?" Bob asked.

"I can make something up later, you and I are the only witnesses."

"What if they saw the women?"

"Deny it, eye witness reports are the worst kind of evidence."

"What if they took a cell phone picture?"

"You are one anal fuck Bob," the sheriff said. "What if they didn't?"

"This is as much of your hide as it is mine."

The sheriff walked around to the driver's side of Marks car and pointed the gun at Mark. "Get out of the car," he said.

"No, you'll shoot me," Mark replied.

The sheriff popped off a shot into the seat between Mark and Cathy to scare him. Mark didn't budge. The sheriff looked to Bob and said, "Pull his ass out of the car."

Bob reached over to the door handle but Mark hit the auto lock before Bob could open the door.

Now pissed, the sheriff said, "I can go with plan B and shoot all four of you fuckers, I'd love to put a bullet in Amy that would make my fucking day."

Hearing her name, Amy, the sheriffs ex pulled up her lock and pushed open her door. She stepped out of the car and took off running around the sheriff's car and down the road as fast as she could.

"Do something!" Bob yelled.

The sheriff leaned in, rested his elbows on top of Marks car and steadied his grip on his pistol. Sighting in his target, he squeezed off one shot and waited to see what if would do. Amy jerked to the side as the bullet hit her in the back, but kept running full speed. The sheriff took aim again and pulled another shot. Again she was struck in the back but kept going.

"Are you hitting her?" Bob asked.

"Shut up," the sheriff said and took another shot. This one hit her in the left calf and sent her tumbling to the ground in a cloud of dust.

Mark took this opportunity to punch the sheriff in the nuts and grab for his gun. It didn't work and Bob reached into the car and unlocked it in the hustle and confusion. In a moment, Mark was dragged from the driver's seat and hauled out onto the gravel road kicking and punching. The sheriff, reeling from the pain aimed the gun at Mark and shot him repeatedly in the chest until Mark stopped moving.

"Why did you do that?" Bob asked.

"He punched me in the balls!" the sheriff replied.

"Why did you wait until I dragged him out of the car? You could have shot him inside?"

"It takes a while to get over a nut punch, if you would have waited, I would have shot him in the car."

Mark lay wounded but not dead. Most of the bullets went through his lungs and did little other damage. As long as the pleural space didn't fill with fluids, his lungs wouldn't collapse and he could survive. He lay motionless, pretending to be dead, if things didn't go his way, he could easily become dead.

Bob stepped away from the mess and took a long hard look at what had occurred. "We're fucked Jason," Bob said to the sheriff who was now leaning against Marks car.

"No shit," the sheriff replied.

"We have too many witnesses, too many dead bodies and there is no way we can sweep this under the rug."

"What do you want to do?" the sheriff asked.

"This is where we part company, I'm taking off. Don't know where too, but I have to go."

"What about me?"

"Your ex is lying dead in her panties on the road, that's up to you," Bob said. He turned and walked back to his car. "Sorry, I knew this couldn't last forever." Bob got back in his car, turned around and left the sheriff with Cathy, Linda and Mark who lay on the ground bleeding but alive.

# Chapter 11

# Spree Killer

Three and a half months later, Bob ran out of money and has no place to turn. At the end of his rope, he has managed to scrape up enough ammo for his Glock forty millimeter to keep him shooting for twenty minutes or so. Just long enough to finish one last job. The job that will make him a legacy that will outlive himself and spread a message that he has held dear to his heart since his mother and father divorced over infidelity.

In his cargo pants, he had five filled clips, in the other pockets were two pounds of loose shells, and on his torso a bulletproof vest that he had purchased years ago. His target, the "Silver Nugget Gentlemen's club" Why? Because that's the kind of place where cheaters went to do their business. That's how his mother cheated on his father, at a club like this one.

Ten thirty and it was plenty dark out, Bob pulled his car up across the street from the club and got out of his car. He waited for a few cars to pass by and then crossed the street. Once at the club, he opened the first door which led to a small area with two doors. One to the club, the other to a wash closet. He pulled his Glock and raised it up, then kicked open the door to the club and shot the first person he saw, the bouncer.

With a pop, pop, pop, he moved past the bouncer and took aim at the girl on stage, he knew her, and he didn't care. Pop, pop, pop went his gun and she fell from the pole to the stage grasping her abdomen. Bob then targeted the men closest to him and fired two more shots, the clip was empty. He ejected the clip and replaced it with a new one. Pop, pop, pop, went the gun into the crowd randomly shooting whoever was in the way. It was a busy night so most of the shots made contact with someone.

He finished that clip and put in his third. By this time the crowd had ran to the back of the club and jammed into a corner back by the dressing room. Even the bartenders were hiding in the crowd. He took a moment to reload a clip as fast as he could. The patrons watched him and knew his gun was still in his hand ready to shoot. Bob filled the second clip with loose bullets and walked towards the crowd of thirty or so that huddled in fear. The emergency exit was ten feet from them but no one dared move.

"Bob, what are you doing?" Maria the manager yelled.

"Getting payback," Bob said flat.

"For what?"

"This place is full of lying, cheating whores, and you are all going to pay."

"Bob, you used to work here, you know these people," Maria said now in a more calm tone.

"Doesn't make a difference to me, you bitches think you can go around fucking anyone you want without consequences, I'm here to be your consequence."

Maria stepped forward and tried to calm Bob down. "We all know about your bunker, it was all over the news. You need to stop this before you hurt anyone else."

"Do you really think I care about who I hurt? I've been so hurt that I'm damaged goods. This is what you get when your childhood is nothing but one affair after another. My mother was a whore, just like these girls are, and these men are here to get what they can, like vultures."

"No! Most of these women are working to pay their bills, they have husbands at home, children. For some, this is the only way they can make it." Maria said.

"Bullshit, there are jobs out there, these whores are too lazy to do real work, they whore themselves out with their naked bodies."

"Those jobs don't pay shit!" Maria yelled. "My girls can make as much in one night as they can working a minimum wage job in a week."

"At least a minimum wage job is respectable. These women run around here with their tits hanging out, hanging on these men like leeches. It's disgusting. They dress like tramps, they act like tramps and deserve to be treated like tramps."

"You can't win Bob, this is life, and this is how life works."

Bob raised his gun and pointed it at one of the dancers he recognized but didn't know well. She cowered and covered her face. In his mind he wanted to shoot, but Maria was getting to him. She was putting a face on these women. Then he shot the dancer.

The dancer remained standing, and blood ran down her side, but she didn't flinch otherwise.

Maria was not going to let Bob stand there and pick them off like ducks on a pond. Pissed as hell, she darted towards Bob and got shot in the face. Maria fell to the floor in a heap and bled out.

"I have a few more shots in this clip, does anyone else want to try to take my gun away?" Bob asked.

Nobody replied.

Bob pulled up a chair and sat down. He kept the gun raised and pointed at the crowd. The music continued to play over the speakers as if there was still someone on stage, but no one was.

Then a door opened to Bob's left and a man stepped out. It was Chad, the man who had been fucking Cathy at Mark's photo shoot. Chad stood outside the doorway and looked at the crowd pinned in the corner and back over to Bob. "Fucking good job!" Chad said with a smile. "I saw the whole thing through the one way glass." Chad had been in the private room getting a lap dance when the shooting started.

"Why are you so happy?" Bob asked resting his gun on his knee.

"Finally, someone with enough balls to put these bitches in their place," Chad replied.

"What are you talking about?"

"These fucking whores, they need a man like you to keep them in line."

"I don't get you, you're calling them whores? Mark told me you were fucking Cathy at his photo shoot, why would you fuck a whore if you hate them so much?"

"It's different, I'm a man."

"Are you married?" Bob asked.

"Yes," Chad replied.

"Then what's the difference between you and the girls?"

Chad didn't like the tone he was getting. "You're a man, don't you get it?"

"Not really, explain it to me," Bob said, keeping an eye on the group in the corner and Chad at the same time.

"It's a man's world, we run this planet. Women are here for our pleasure."

"Go on," Bob said.

"What's there to say? Bitches are here to serve us, not the other way around. And you just showed them that. You're my hero!"

"I don't think you understand where I'm coming from at all. Normally I don't go around shooting up people for the fun of it, I happen to be at the end of the rope and I plan to go out tonight in a blaze of glory. But I do have some time if you want to discuss my philosophy on this subject. Have a seat," Bob said pointing to a table close to the group huddled in the corner.

Chad took a seat and waited for Bob to start.

"My issue with women started when my mother cheated on my father repeatedly and broke up our house. I know that most homes have issues, but my mother was a whore in the true sense of the word. To this day I don't know if my dad is my real dad, but I know he treated me like I was his son. I don't hate women in general, I hate cheaters, all cheaters. And as far as I can tell you are as guilty as any other. In fact, you admitted you cheated a second ago."

Chad spoke up defensively, "Don't get pissed at me, but you admitted your mother was a whore. See, you made my point, women will fuck any man at any time, and they are all cheaters. If not in body, in soul. They all crave the sexual power of a man and will stop at nothing to get it. Fuck, Cathy practically begged me to fuck her. I had to keep her away at first."

Bob looked at Chad like he was a stupid liar. "Begged you? There are twenty guys in this room that would pay her two hundred dollars for a blowjob, and she begged you?"

"I've never paid for sex in my life, women crave what I have to give them. They need to feel my rock hard cock inside them."

"I see we have very different views on reality."

"You can't tell me that women don't hit on you and try to get you to sleep with them."

"Sure I can, what planet are you from?" Bob asked.

"Let me help you, give me a gun and I'll do whatever you ask," Chad said.

"I don't need help," Bob replied.

"I want to help, let me please," Chad begged.

"No," Bob said firm.

"You're going to kill them anyway, what's the difference if I kill them too?"

"We have different reasons, I'm not going to let you glom onto me so you can live out your sick fantasy, I have my own reasons and motivation for what I do tonight. If you want to kill bitches, you can wait till I'm done and find your own that is if I don't decide to take you out as well. You're a cheater."

"Are you saying that all the girls in this room are cheaters? That is quite presumptuous of you to assume." Chad said.

"I'm passed that now, I'm here to make a statement and put myself into the history books. This is my night."

From the crowd a female voice called out, "Let us go, I have a family at home,"

Bob looked at the crowd and at the dancer that spoke up.

"You can go," Bob said and waved her to the emergency exit door. She took off and left the building.

"What about the rest of them?" Chad asked.

Bob pointed his pistol at Chad and asked, "What about them?"

"Do they get to go as well?"

Feeling guilty, and off his shooters high, Bob felt let down and his motivation to kill was wearing off. The only person he was pissed at now was Chad. "You all can go, all except you," Bob said looking at Chad.

The group didn't hesitate and headed out the exit door. Thirty seconds later the club was empty except for Bob and Chad.

"Why did you do that?" Chad asked.

"You represent the root of evil to me, not them, "Bob replied.

"I'm on your side," Chad pleaded.

"No, you're a cheater, you are the problem. You are a home wrecker, and need to be eliminated."

"I'm no home wrecker, every bitch I ever fucked asked me for it. I didn't go looking for sex, it came to me."

"Why do I think you're full of shit?" Bob asked.

"I'm not, I can prove it."

"Humor me," Bob said.

Flustered, Chat blurted out, "Last week, I was on a job, in this woman's house and she hit on me."

"What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an insurance adjuster."

"Go on."

"I was checking the damage made from a leak in the roof into the main bedroom. I wasn't there more than an hour when she came into the bedroom wearing a towel."

"You're making this up," Bob said.

"No, listen to me. She pushed me on the bed, took off the towel and rode my face like a pony. I ate that bitch for ten minutes till she squirted in my mouth. It was so fucking hot. Then she ripped my clothes off and we fucked for like a half hour."

"Was she married?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, there were wedding pictures on the wall."

"And at no time did you tell her no?"

"Who tells a naked woman no?" Chad asked. "Are you fucking gay?"

"You want to know who tells a naked woman no? A decent responsible man, that's who."

"I don't give up free pussy that easy," Chad said.

"Any other examples?"

"Yeah, my office manager. She's a fucking hot bitch. She asked me to stay late one night to work on a project, got into a conversation about how much of a prick her husband was. We ended up fucking on her desk."

Bob looked at Chad with a curious look in his eye, was there a chance he was telling the truth? "How?"

"I don't know, women like me," Chad replied.

"Then why do you hang out at strip clubs?"

"I just started doing that after I met Cathy," Chad replied. "You bounce here, have I been hanging here long?"

"No, how did you meet Cathy in the first place?" Bob asked.

"I know her husband, been friends for years."

"Really? And you still fucked her?"

"We're not friends anymore, we haven't hung out forever."

"So what? She called you one day and said, let's have sex?"

"No, she needed a ride to a photo shoot, her husband wouldn't take her so I did. When the photographer went to lunch, she hit on me and we fucked on the bed they used for a set."

"That explains that," Bob said.

"Explains what?"

"Mike, the photographer was my good friend, we had a falling out as well. He's the one who caught you."

"What did he say?"

"He said he caught you and Cathy fucking, at least I know you're not lying. He was pissed that you messed up his set, and he didn't care for Cathy a lot."

"Where is he now?" Chad asked.

"Out taking pictures I suppose, had a nasty run in with a gun, but he survived."

Then the phone rang. Both Chad and Bob looked at the phone behind the bar and then at each other. Bob got up and answered it. "Hello?" he asked.

On the other side was someone from the police department. "This is Sergeant Brent Mason from the Denton police, are you the person in charge of the hostage situation?"

Bob didn't like that way that sounded but replied, "Yes, I suppose so."

"I'd like to talk to you about releasing whatever hostages you have remaining inside."

"Yeah, I'm not really in any mood to talk right now," Bob said, and hung up the phone. He looked over to Chad and said, "They think you're a hostage, are you a hostage?"

Chad smiled and said, "No, you're my hero."

"Ok, I know a way out of here, if we hurry we might get away."

Chad smiled and said, "Let's go."

"Follow me," Bob said after raiding the cash register and led Chad to the back through the dressing room to a door. "This is where they store all their shit,"Bob said. He opened the door to a staircase heading down to the basement. Both men headed down the stairs, Chad bringing up the rear. Once they were downstairs, Bob led Chad to another door marked "City of Denton."

"What's this?' Chad asked.

Bob opened the door. "It's an access to the storm sewer, probably a hundred years old.

Have you gone down the sewer before?" Chad asked.

"A few times, it leads downtown, the other direction heads to the river."

# Chapter 12

# Horror House

Ankle deep in storm sewer runoff, Bob came to a fork in the tunnel. Using what light he has from his cell phone to light the way he peered down both paths and tried to pick the tunnel that would take him uptown, not to the river ten miles away. He turned to Chad who is following him. "Any ideas?" Bob asked.

"I think the tunnel to the right heads north, that's towards downtown." Chad replied.

"Ok," Bob said and they both headed to the right.

"You want to hear something really fucked up?" Chad said trying to make conversation. His voice echoed against the smooth concrete walls.

"Sure," Bob replied.

"You might not believe this, but I've been to parties held by this group that brings in Asian girls, and runaways, and for a thousand bucks you can do anything you want with them."

"I've heard of something like that before, you actually went to one?" Chad asked. "How did you find out about it?"

"I have a friend that likes little boys, he told me about it. They also have a lot of gay male clients. They usually have several boys for them."

"That's sick," Bob said.

"I know," Chad replied.

"And you still went with him?"

"I'm no queer, I was there for the girls,"

"By "girls" how old are we talking about here?" Bob asked.

"Usually thirteen to seventeen," Chad replied.

Bob stopped for a second and flashed his cell light at Chad. "Are you telling me you paid a thousand dollars to rape thirteen year old girls?" Bob asked.

"I don't think rape is the right word," Chad replied trying to minimize his role.

"Why are you telling me this?" Bob asked.

"Because that's not all they do, they also host these parties for people who like to step out on their spouses. It's like for swingers, only one of the two show up."

"A "cheater" party," you mean." Bob said flat.

"Exactly, again, you pay your fee and anyone at the party is up for grabs."

"Where are these held?"

"They usually buy a block of rooms or a whole floor at a hotel."

"This makes no sense, not everyone is going to want to fuck whoever shows up."

"They have a guarantee, if you don't get laid, you get your money back. Everyone there knows they're on the menu, so most go along with whoever comes along. It must work, they do this pretty much every weekend," Chad said.

"Where? When?" Bob asked.

"I don't keep a calendar," Chad replied. "Why? Do you want to go to one and do another Rambo imitation?"

"I'd love too," Bob replied. "Think of all the people sitting at home thinking their husband or wife is out with friends when in reality they are at some paid orgy. Makes me sick."

"You take this whole cheating thing way too seriously."

"You don't know the half of it," Bob said smugly. "I used to keep bitches locked up in my own private bunker."

"No fucking way, what happened to it?"

"I trusted a guy a little too much and I got burned," Bob replied. "Do you know any contacts? Anyone that could get us into one of these parties?"

"Do you have a thousand dollars?" Chad asked.

Bob looked in his wallet at the money he took from the bar. Looking at the number of twenty dollar bills, he estimated he had around two thousand dollars. "Who keeps this kind of cash in a register behind a bar?" he said. "That place would be a robbers dream."

"How much do you have?" Chad asked.

"I got enough, how far is it to your place?" Bob asked.

"I'm not a mole, I don't know where the fuck I am."

"We've walked a good three miles, maybe we should head up top and see where we are. There's a good chance the police found our escape door and are in the sewers now looking for us."

Bob found a shaft leading to a manhole cover and climbed the ladder protruding from the concrete. He lifted the heavy steel lid and pushed it aside. Looking around her could tell he was close to downtown, but in some sort of quasi residential area. No cops were around. They took off and made their escape.

Once back on solid ground, it took twenty minutes to get to Chads apartment. Both were relieved to be hidden from the police.

"Do you mind if I crash here for the night?" Bob asked.

"If I'm taking you to one of those parties, you'll have to do more than crash for one night. It may be a month before I find another one. It's been a while since I hung with that crowd."

"I can't live here, I don't know you. I'd feel safer with friends."

"Suit yourself," Chad said.

"Then Bob noticed a woman's pair of shoes sitting by the television. "Are you married?" Bob asked.

"No, that's my roommate's shoes," Chad replied.

"I thought you were married for some reason."

"Was, not anymore."

"Just out of curiosity, don't you think you should ask your roommate before offering to let a strange man move in?" Bob asked.

"I suppose that would be the nice thing to do."

"Where is she?" Bob asked.

"Judging from the sound in the bathroom and the large amount of steam rolling out from under the door, I'd say she's in the shower. You want to meet her?"

"I suppose I will eventually, I am at least staying on the couch tonight."

"Fuck, she'd let you sleep in her bed, with her if you wanted."

"That's not a very nice thing to say," Bob replied.

Chad walked over to the wall and pointed to a photograph in a frame, it was a large woman, with puffy cheeks and a double chin wearing thick eye liner and a lot of lipstick. "This is her, Cindy."

"I take it Cindy doesn't have a boyfriend?" Bob asked.

"No, Cindy is single, in all the time I've known her, she's never had a boyfriend, let alone a date."

"Why? What's wrong with her?"

"She doesn't try, she thinks she's too fat."

"She ever try with you?" Bob asked.

"Oh God yes, she's always finding some reason to walk into the bathroom when I'm in the shower and makes all sorts of suggestive comments."

"Why not fuck her instead of fucking married women?"

"Look at that picture, she's gross. I'd rather fuck a disgruntled married hotty than Cindy the chubby queen. Oh, I heard the shower stop, she'll probably be out in a minute. If she knows I'm home, she won't be wearing anything."

"You didn't drive so I suppose she'll be dressed."

"She has the hearing of a cat, when I close that door, she knows I'm home. Oh fuck, here she comes."

Bob heard footsteps from a hallway. Chad was standing in the doorway when Cindy stepped out fully nude drying her hair with a towel. Bob immediately noticed her fat rolls and her gut that hung low over her crotch. She looked up startled at Bob and then resumed drying her hair as if nothing happened.

"Chad, who is your friend here?" she asked.

"This is Bob, a friend of mine from the club."

"Oh shit, did you hear on the television about the club? Some psycho shot up the place and killed three people."

"No, I didn't hear anything." Chad lied.

"Weren't you down there?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, but we didn't see anything, must have happened after we left."

Cindy wrapped the towel on her head and let her arms dangle down on her massive hips. She was a very large woman.

Bob tried to avert his eyes in an attempt to show good manners.

"Don't bother Bob, I'm an exhibitionist. I want to you look at me." Cindy spun around in a circle with her arms raised. She bent over and showed Bob her coochie and almost fell over. She righted herself and walked over to Bob and rubbed her massive breasts on his chest. "You need a shower? I can get back in if you want."

All Bob could think of was how she was able to fit in the shower in the first place. "No, that's ok, I took a shower this morning." he replied.

"How about a massage? I almost got my massage therapist license. I know how to make a man feel good."

"Maybe later," Bob said.

"You're going to need a place to sleep tonight, I have a king sized bed, you can sleep with me."

"The couch is fine, "Bob replied.

"What are you? Gay?" Cindy asked pissed and nude. "I've never seen a man turn down a sure thing like this before."  
"I'm married," Bob said lying.

"Don't pull that shit on me, I can tell you aren't married. Where is your wedding ring?"

"I don't wear any jewelry, I'm allergic to silver and gold." Bob was impressed with himself that he was able to think up such a convincing lie so easily.

"What's your wife's name?" Cindy asked.

Bob couldn't think that fast. He hesitated.

"Where is she now? Why are you spending the night here instead of at home with her?"

Bob knew she had him. "Fine, I'm not married."

"Then why won't you fuck me?"

"We just met for God's sake."

"So what? I'm willing, you're a man, let's do what comes naturally."

"I can't," Bob said looking at the wall.

"Why" Am I too fat for you?" Cindy asked.

Chad decided to step in. "Cindy, leave Bob alone, he's had a hard day."

Annoyed, Cindy replied, "then I'm what he needs to relieve his tension."

Bob shook his head and sat on the couch hoping Chad and Cindy would talk to each other and leave him alone. To his shock and horror, Cindy sat on his lap and almost crushed the wind out of his lungs. She shoved her massive breasts into Bobs face and cut off his breathing all together. "Get off!" he managed to gurgle and pushed her away. She fell slowly onto her back and spread her legs wide. She knew what she was doing. She reached down between her legs with both hands and spread apart the massive fat rolls covering her pussy.

"I just washed it, take a taste," she said.

Bob looked down and tried to find her pussy in the fat rolls. He couldn't tell the difference between them. "I'm not gay, but I'm also not doing this. I don't find you remotely attractive. Sorry."

Disappointed, but now aroused, Cindy lay her head back and began to masturbate. She wasn't going to let a turn down stop her from having a good time. The idea of a strange man watching her finger herself turned her on to no end. She moaned and looked Bob in the face as he watched her stroke her fingers inside and out. "I'm getting wet," she said.

"I know, I can smell you," Bob said. "Her fat rolls made squishy sounds as she pumped her fingers in and out and he noticed her hand was glistening from the pussy juice. The smell made him gag.

"Put your finger in," she said with a smile.

"Are you about done?" Bob asked.

Pissed with the snub, Cindy put her left foot on Bob's crotch and dug in with her heel. She noticed right away he wasn't hard. Then she went for gold. She closed her legs, and rolled up putting her face at Bob's crotch. She unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper, she waited for Bob to stop her but he didn't. Then she tugged down his pants and bit and pulled his flaccid penis from his underwear and put it in her mouth. Rubbing and sucking, she finally got him hard and stroked him as she licked the head of his cock. Bob didn't seem to mind this, he was able to close his eyes and pretend she was someone else. Cindy didn't mind either, soon she'd have a mouthful of man juice and she could go to bed.

# Chapter 13

# Hotel New Mexico

Three weeks later, Bob, Chad and Cindy left for a mission, they arrived in New Mexico and checked into the Landshold motel. Bob had convinced Chad to assist him with his new found mission and asked Cindy to go along. Cindy was now in lust and would do anything Bob asked.

The hotel was the current location for the "Cheater's Paradise" Sponsored by a shadowy group of core likeminded individuals Today was check in for the weekend and a group meeting was being held in the convention center in twenty minutes. The three got their room keys, took their bags to their rooms and met down at the main lobby. From there they headed into the convention center.

At the door were two well-dressed ladies handing out pamphlets, they were also checking the identification badges worn by the guests. Part of their job was to keep out spies and spouses who might be checking up on them. A swipe of a laser scanner and a beep allowed the three in. Once inside, the three found seats at one of the tables and sat down. There were enough tables and chairs for a good hundred people. At the front of the room was a woman reading from a laptop computer atop a podium and to her side were a man and a woman sitting at the head table.

"What's going on?" Cindy asked Chad.

"Before we get our assignments, they give a presentation. Sort of a get to know the rules. They also discuss what to do if a spouse shows up unexpectedly and how important it is to keep a low profile."

"Sounds complicated, how do they get away with this?" Cindy asked.

"Must not be too complicated, they do this once or twice a month."

One in the afternoon, the room is filled to capacity and the lights fade down. The woman at the podium checks her microphone. "Hello guests, I'm glad to see a packed house today, I think you will find this to be a very good weekend. I hope you all got checked in and found your rooms." The woman smiled and clicked on a PowerPoint that lit up the screen beside her. "I want to briefly go over the rules, I know many of you are returning guests so I'll make this quick. Not too quick, these rules are very important. As you know, you are here to have a good time, a good time without your spouses who are at home thinking you are at a mental health retreat. The rules are as follows."

She clicked her first slide. "Number one, at no time do you tell anyone outside of this room what you are doing. That should go without saying, but I will say it. It happens way too often. Two, at any time, you can leave, there are no refunds. Three, if you are unhappy with the hook up you are assigned, you can ask for another assignment once, if no one is available, you are out of luck, once again, no refunds. Three, you cannot force anyone to have sex with you, if you are rejected, you must end the hook up. We are all here for a good time, and you know why you are here. If you spoil this for someone else, you most likely won't be invited to the next event. We want open minded people who are willing to take risks, not a bunch of picky spoiled crybabies.

You know coming into this that you get a random assignment on Saturday and another on Sunday. Don't ruin this for your assigned partner. Four, anal sex is optional, and must be asked for special, the same for any fetishes. Standard vaginal sex and oral sex is always on the table. If you find your partner is unhygienic, you can request they bathe. Just find one of the staff to assist."

A hand raised from the crowd. "I'll take questions once I'm finished," she said with a stupid grin. "And last, if a spouse shows up unexpectedly, there will be a call over the hotel intercom, "Lost luggage," and the location. So if you hear "Lost luggage at the main desk," go to the main desk if you are able and block that spouse from getting near their husband or wife. We need to give them a chance to get out of the hotel. Now, any questions?"

The same hand raised.

"Yes," the speaker asked looking out into the audience.

A woman spoke up, "I thought we could fill out a slip with our preferences on it."

"No, it's totally random, we did a lottery this morning and made out assignments."

"I went to one these where we pulled room key cards out of a basket."

"We decided to speed things up this year and do that ahead of time, that way you don't all have to get up and spend ten minutes fishing for cards"

"I don't like the changes, that was part of the fun," the woman said.

"Sorry, that decision was made at the top. Any other questions?"

Two hands popped up, she called on a man off to the right. "This is my first time here at one of these things, and I don't know how to say this in public, but my dick is pretty huge and hurts most women. I don't think a lottery is going to work."

"See me after the meeting alright?" the speaker said and moved on to the next man in the far back center. "Yeah, this pamphlet I got at the door doesn't say a lot, I mean, how many times do I get to fuck the woman I get?"

"That's up to you to decide, this isn't rape camp, and you are adults."

"For a thousand bucks, I better be getting pussy all day and night," the man said pissed.

"This is a sex hook up weekend, nothing is guaranteed. We partner you up with someone on each day and it's up to you to do what you want. If either refuses to do anything at all, they are asked to leave with no refund. That is their incentive to comply with the guidelines"

"Now their guidelines? They used to be rules."

"This is also not slave camp, all we do is put likeminded people together and let the magic begin."

"This sucks," The man said, "If I'd of known that, I would have saved my money for the other program in Houston."

"Sorry, we don't offer kids to pedophiles or work in sex trafficking."

The man shut up.

"Any more questions?" she asked.

"Do you offer a gay or lesbian weekend?" a woman asked.

"See me after this program," the speaker said. Nobody else spoke up. "Ok, you're assignments are posted on the wall at the back, match the number on the back of your I.D. badge with the number posted next to it. All the men are in blue, all the ladies are in pink. Have fun."

The speaker stepped away from the podium and the crowd headed back to the list to find their sexual partner for the evening. Bob, Chad and Cindy followed and got in line. For thirty minutes they waited to get their match. Then Bob spoke up, "This would have been faster if they would have let us pick the numbers out of a box. Whoever's in charge here is a fucking idiot"

"This is fun," Cindy said. "I can't wait to get my match."

"What?" Bob said. "Did you forget the reason why we came here?"

"I thought you were joking," Cindy said.

Bob pulled Cindy over to the side where no one would hear them talking. "We are here to put an end to this vile practice, not take part in it."

"But I'm not married," Cindy said.

"No, but the man you match up with will be."

"It's not my fault he's married," Cindy replied.

"Get your match and meet me by the check in desk. Whatever you do, don't find the guy until I tell you too, ok?"

Cindy sulked away disappointed. She really wanted to hook up with an anonymous man and have a weekend full of sex. Now she didn't know what she was doing, and it cost her a grand.

The three finally made their way to the list on the wall and grabbed a slip of paper off the table and wrote down their match. At this time they were supposed to turn over their I.D. badges and expose what number they had so their partner could locate them. Bob said no and all three left the convention hall and walked over to the check in desk.

"There's going to be three very disappointed people back there if we don't go back and hook up," Chad said.

"Fuck them, they should be home with their spouses, not running around here like a bunch of horny fucks," Bob said.

"What do you plan to do?" Chad asked.

"Simple, how do you get revenge on a hundred cheating liars?" Bob asked.

"Tell their husbands and wives?" Cindy replied.

"Exactly," Bob replied.

"How do you plan to do that? There are a hundred people, and you don't have any of their contact information."

"I don't need it, the cover for this is a mental health weekend. Once we expose it for what it really is, everyone will know what's going on."

"That mean's getting a lot of publicity, how do you plan to do that?" Chad asked.

"Easy, we kill a few of the fucks and get this place on the news. Once the story is in the media, the family members at home will find out and come a running."

"Killing?" Cindy asked.

"You don't have to, I'll take care of that, you're job is to make sure that when the news reporters show up that they get all the right information. In other words, you tell them what's going on here. Seek them out, find them and give them the story of a lifetime."

"Why would they believe me?" Cindy asked.

"I'm going to get the leader, or one of the top people and hold them up in a room, send the reporters in and I'll make them talk," Chad said.

"When do you want to do this?" Chad asked.

"Tonight, around ten, by then the rooms should be filled with happy cheating fuckers going at it. Can you imagine? Exposing a hundred cheaters all at once?" Bob said with a grin.

"Ninety seven," Cindy said. "What should I do about my hook up? He's in there looking for me."

"If you're with me, you'll leave him hanging for a while. Invite him up to your room and talk him to death. Keep your clothes on until you hear sirens."

"I wonder if we can switch partners?" Chad asked. "If Cindy was my partner, we wouldn't have to worry about pissing off whoever we are assigned."

"Good idea, go back in the conference room and find your matches, ask them if you can switch. Don't tell the big wigs, just tell them you really want to fuck each other really bad."

Both Chad and Cindy nodded in agreement. They returned to the main conference room which was almost empty now. It didn't take long for them to find their partners.

"Switching isn't allowed, "Bob heard from a woman behind the desk. It scared the piss out of him. He wondered how much of the conversation this lady had heard. He almost walked off without saying anything, but thought he'd better smooth things over before being turned in.

"I didn't know that, "Bob lied.

"Yeah, it's in your pamphlet." the woman replied.

"Why is that?" Bob asked.

"It's sort of like being the last one picked to play on a ball team, nobody wants to be the last one picked. This way everyone is treated the same and fairly."

"But what if the woman I get is gross?" Bob asked.

"You take your chances, you could have stayed home and fucked your wife, or hired a prostitute, and instead you came here so you have to play by the rules."

"Are you one of the people in charge of this operation?" Bob asked.

"No, I'm a desk clerk here, they have these things here about every three months. I've worked enough of them to know what's going on."

"Have you ever told anyone what goes on?"

"Not if I want to keep my job," she replied with a smile.

# Chapter 14

# Film at Eleven

Cindy sat on the bed in her bra and panties waiting for her match to come out of the bathroom, he was a short Asian man about one hundred and fifty pounds. She looked at herself in the mirror and admired herself laying on the hotel bed. She ran her fingers up and down her stomach making sex faces at herself when she noticed the man walk out of the bathroom and stand watching her like she was putting on a play. Startled, she turned to the man and put her hand down to her side. "Are you ready?" she asked.

With a disappointed look on his face, the Asian man said, "Sure, "his name was Allen and he crawled onto the bed.

"I have a whole list of things I want you to do to me," she said. Obviously she had no intentions of sticking with Bob's plan and was willing to pleasure herself no matter what. "First, I want you to suck on both my nipples and pull my hair at the same time." Allen moved over and put his lips around Cindy's left nipple and reached for her hair. She moaned before he grabbed anything. "Pull hard, don't be a wimp, "she added.

Allen did as she said and pulled on her hair. He rolled his tongue around her huge nipple and sucked. She put her hands down between her legs and began stroking herself. By this time she was lying flat on the bed and getting off on Allen and what he was doing to her. "Now, get out your cock and titty fuck me," she said.

Allen moved and tried to straddle her huge belly. His knees didn't touch the bed and he rode her like a cow. He shoved his cock between her breasts and she squeezed tight. "Fuck me hard, if you cum that's fine, I like to get shot in the face." she said.

Allen stroked back and forth between her huge tits. He held on to them to keep his balance and watched the huge woman moan and groan. "How's that?" he asked.

"I wish you had a bigger dick," she said.

"Sorry," Allen said.

"Me too, I might have to have you fist me later. I like to really feel it in my pussy. I think you might get lost in there." Cindy said.

"How long do you want me to do this?" Allen asked continuing to titty fuck Cindy.

"That's enough, time for something new." she said reaching for a beer bottle on the night stand. She got on all fours and stuck her butt up into the air. "Shove that up my pussy and fuck me with it," she said.

Allen searched for her pussy hole in all the fat and pushed the bottle inside until it was almost lost. He pulled it out and thrust it back in repeatedly monitoring Cindy to see if she liked what he was doing. He noticed she had her eyes closed and then noticed a strong odor emanating from her pussy. The bottle began to slide in and out with ease now as she got wet, so wet that she began to dribble down her legs and leave stains on the bed sheets.

"Don't mind that," she said. "I always dribble like that. I have to change my whole bedding after I masturbate."

"Nice to know," Allen said.

"Rub my clit while you do that," Cindy said.

"I can't, I have to use both hands to hold the bottle or it will slide out of my hand."

"Fuck, use your mouth then."

Allen tried to turn his head around and get under the bottle but Cindy's fat legs were too wide to let him in. "I can't, there's no room."

"Is that a fat joke?" she asked.

"No, I can't get between your legs, sorry."

"Stop, stop it I said!" Cindy blurted out pissed. She rolled over onto her back. "I didn't make fun of you because you had a little dick, or because you're a short fucker with a weird face. Nobody makes fun of my body, nobody!"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to offend you."

"Get your cock over here," she said holding out her hand. Allen moved over and Cindy grabbed Allen's cock like a toothbrush and shoved it in her mouth. She gobbled it and slobbered on it like it was a dick Popsicle.

"Ouch!" Allen said as she devoured his cock. "That hurts."

"What hurts?" Cindy asked. "I give awesome head."

"You keep scraping me with your teeth" Allen replied thinking she might try to eat it.

Cindy stopped and pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Quit bitching, I bet your wife doesn't even give head. Does she?"

Allen said nothing. He knew she was right or he wouldn't have paid one thousand dollars to be here. Then he replied, "All I ask is that you be careful."

Cindy looked Allen in the eye and put his dick back in her mouth. She stroked it back and forth and watched Allen close his eyes and smile. She knew what she was doing. She figured he didn't get much at home so he would blow at any time. She needed to figure out where she wanted it to land. Then it was too late, Allen blew his wad in her mouth and cum shot out. She took his cock out of her mouth and he shot a squirt in her eye.

Cindy let the cum sit and swished it in her mouth. Savored every drop and swallowed slowly. Then she wiped the cum from her eye. "You have to be ready to go again in an hour, can you be ready by then?" she asked.

Then she heard something, three popping sounds in a row. What was it? She wondered. Then two more popping sounds and the sound of people screaming and running down the corridor past her door. She heard a bang on her door and Bob's voice, "It's started, get ready for the reporters to show up!" Then he was gone.

"What was that?" Allen asked.

"A friend of mine."

"That sounded like gunshots!"

"Probably was," Cindy replied.

"What is going on?" Allen asked.

"Bob is shooting up the place," she replied as she pulled her panties back on. "You might want to get dressed."

"Who's he shooting?"

"Right now? Anyone he can."

"What's going on?" Alan asked.

Cindy sat and looked at herself in the mirror for a second. She saw a cum drip on her chin, dabbed it off with her finger and put it in her mouth. "Bob's out to make a point, he has to kill a few folks to make it," she replied.

"And what point is that?" Allen asked looking out the hotel room window.

"Bob hates cheaters, hates them to death."

"What does what I do matter to him?" Allen asked.

"He sees it as a continuation of what his mother did to his father."

"This sounds like an episode of Dr. Phil."

"Well, he's a smart man, when the police get here, they're going to want to interview all the hotel guests, and guess what? When the truth comes out what this convention really is, a lot of husbands and wives will be calling, and driving down here to see for themselves what's going on. A lot of cheaters will be exposed tonight."

"Holy fuck," Allen said. "I can't get caught."

"Why not?"

"My father in law would have me beaten," Allen replied.

"You probably deserve it, how bad can it be?"

Allen looked out the window with a blank stare.

"How about your wife?" Cindy asked.

"She looks like you, acts like you, you might as well be my wife."

"You're not scared that she finds out?" Cindy asked.

"No, she's a fat stupid fuck. Her father on the other hand could make my life very difficult.

"More than a beating?"

"A lot more," Allen said sitting on the bed.

"I have to say I'm not exactly sorry for you. You did say your vows in front of the church and God."

"My life sucks," Allen said.

"Don't be so depressed, you could have hired a hooker for thirty bucks and skipped the trip up here."

"I do that all the time, I wanted something different. I'm tired of fucking girls in my car. I wanted a nice bed in a clean room for once."

The sounds of sirens and emergency vehicles could be heard through the walls and both Cindy and Allen knew they'd both be questioned.

Cindy walked over to the door and opened it. She stepped out into the hall dressed only in her panties. She wanted to see what was going on so she headed down the hall waddling like a penguin. In the distance she heard an occasional shot but otherwise the sirens were the only sounds she heard. She walked to the end of the hall and headed down the staircase to the first floor. There she walked past the indoor pool and found herself in the main lobby. It was there she saw the police cars flashing their lights in the parking lot and a crowd of people watching from the street.

"Get down!" she heard from behind the checkout desk. It was a female voice.

Cindy walked over to the desk and leaned over looking for whoever was hiding. She found a clerk cowering in the corner with a phone in her hand. "I think the coast is clear, I don't see anyone else around," Cindy said.

The clerk looked at Cindy like she was a freak with her huge pendulous breasts resting on the countertop. "He might come back, get down and hide."

Cindy shook her head and headed for the front glass doors. She opened them and stepped out into the warm summer evening breeze. She thought nothing that she was standing almost nude in front of a hundred spectators and the police. She loved the attention.

Over the loudspeaker from one of the police cars, an officer said, "Please get away from the hotel." Cindy smiled and waddled across the carport and into the parking lot. She saw a news van and headed in that direction.

Once at the news van, she was approached by a reporter and a camera person. It was obvious they were either live or recording her as she approached. "Ma'am," the female reporter said. "Are you alright?" The camera was now very close and pointed at her face.

"Yes, I'm fine," Cindy said faking the fear in her eyes.

"Can you tell us what's going on? What have you seen?"

This is what Cindy was waiting for. "There was a gunman, he was going up and down the halls shooting all the cheaters."

"The cheaters?" the reporter asked.

"Yeah, this is a huge cheating convention, there are people from all over the country here cheating on their husbands and wives."

"Do you think the man shooting was one of the spouses of someone cheating?"

Cindy didn't think of that, but she liked it and decided to go with it. "Might have been, it's possible the shooter found out his wife was here as part of the program and decided to take matters into his own hands."

"Do you have any evidence of this?"

"No," Cindy said.

The reporter felt like a fool. "Did you see the man with the gun?"

"Yes," Cindy said.

"Can you describe him?"

"He was about five foot eight, one eighty, brown hair, regular built. Pretty average looking."

"About how old?"

"Forties I'd guess."

"Did you see what kind of gun he was using?" the reporter asked.

"No, I don't know guns. It was a pistol of some sort."

"Any injured or dead?"

"I personally didn't see any, but that doesn't mean there isn't plenty of dead bodies in the rooms."

"Why didn't you get dressed?" the reporter asked looking down at Cindy's fat bloated body.

"I feared for my life," Cindy said lying. "I'm just happy to be alive."

# Chapter 15

# Late night waffles

Somewhere between dusk and dawn the three found themselves at the Waffle house three blocks from the hotel. The place they agreed to meet. Only Bob expected Cindy to be dressed and had to keep her hidden in the car.

"Why are you only wearing underwear?" Bob asked.

"I wanted to make sure the news people saw me," Cindy replied.

"Did you think about hiding some clothes out where you could get them later? Obviously not or we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Chad broke in, "Why don't we just go to some twenty four hour department store and get her some clothes?"

"Unless you are planning on paying for it," Bob said.

"I have money," Cindy said from the back seat. "But I'm hungry, can you go in and get me something to eat?" looking through the windows of the waffle house.

"We can get something at a department store, I'm sure they have candy and chips."

"I don't want candy and chips, I want pancakes and sausage."

"I'm not letting you eat in my car, you'll get syrup all over my seats and make a mess, its chips or nothing."

Cindy was pissed, she went to all the trouble to do exactly what Bob wanted and get her story to the reporters, but one simple request for pancakes and sausage and he fucks her over. "No, I did what you asked, not do what I ask."

Bob was taken aback by her brashness. "You're really in no position to negotiate," Bob said.

Now more pissed, and realizing she left her purse back at the hotel, she grabbed Bob by the back of his head and pulled his hair yanking him backwards. Bob grabbed her hands and tried to pull her hand loose. Cindy took this opportunity to lean over the seat and grab Bob's wallet from his back pocket. Once she had it in her hand. She let go of his hair and got out of the car as fast as she could.

Bob jumped out of the driver's seat and followed her but it was too late, she was already to the doors of the waffle house and was well within view of the few customers that were inside eating at this late hour. Bob didn't want to make a scene and let her walk inside, dressed only in her panties.

Once inside, Cindy walked over to the counter and sat down. She let her huge breasts rest on the countertop. The waitress, an older woman dressed in something out of the past, hobbled over to Cindy with a menu and took a long look at her. Bob was sitting down next to Cindy and the waitress didn't realize he was there. It was as if the waitress was in a trance.

"What can I get you to drink?" the waitress said not skipping a beat.

"Large diet Coke," Cindy said. "Bob, do you want anything to drink?"

"Coffee, cream and sweeter please," Bob said.

The waitress then saw Bob and wrote down his drink order.

"Make this fast," Bob said, "If she calls you in for indecent exposure we're fucked."

"I'd give you your wallet back if I thought you'd bring me my order, but you don't seem overly concerned with me right now. Sit tight honey, she won't say anything."

"What about the others?"

Cindy looked around the restaurant and counted three people in one booth who were gawking at her and Bob, "They won't say anything."

The waitress brought the drinks and sat them on the counter. Above the waitresses head was a television screen with a picture of a reporter and the hotel behind her.

"Could you turn that up?" Bob asked.

The waitress found the remote next to the coffee maker and turned up the sound. The reporter said that there were three confirmed dead and that the shooter was missing.

"You killed three?" Cindy said.

Bob elbowed Cindy in the fat of her ribs to get her to shut up.

"Sorry," she said. "The shooter killed three?"

"Sounds like it," Bob said.

The waitress stepped over and said, "I'm surprised it took this long for one of the husbands to find out what was going on and shoot up the place. I've been working here seventeen years and nobody ever got caught like this. This will be huge."

Hearing the waitress say that put a smile on Bob's face.

"They ran a pretty slick operation, I never figured out how they kept the husbands and wives in the dark, I bet they had help from the chamber of commerce, or the mayor's office."

"Why do you say that?" Bob asked.

"This town isn't huge, when these people come in, they bring money. It's simple economics, they bring in business and everyone looks the other way. It's not like they're selling drugs, that's illegal, they just provide a place for cheating spouses to get away to get laid with an excuse."

"Yeah, this must have been a pretty elaborate production," Bob said.

"Did you two want to order food?"

Cindy spoke up first. "I want a large stack of pancakes, link sausage, hash browns, and toast."

"And you?"

Bob looked outside at Chad and waved at him to come inside. "I'll take two fried eggs, sausage patties and hash browns."

The waitress took the order and handed it to the cook. "Oh yeah, these guys ran this like a business, they had people to answer calls who could lie their asses off. They had bouncers, people to set up special events, all sorts of shit. I knew one of them, she'd come in here for supper. I don't think she works for them anymore."

"Well, I don't think this will be going on anymore," Bob said with a smirk.

"Oh yes it will, this is only one of their locations, they do this all over the country. If this one dries up, they'll find another location, and this town will suffer for it."

"It was only one weekend a year right?" Bob asked.

"No, they came three weekends a year, we're talking millions of dollars in lost revenue. "

"No, they only charged a thousand a person, and there were only a hundred people, that's a hundred thousand dollars, not a million."

Chad sat down next to Bob, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Just listen, I don't want to go back and start over," Bob said.

The waitress asked, "Do you want to order any food honey?"

"Yeah, give me a western omelet and a large stack of pancakes, and a diet Coke,"

The waitress wrote down the order and handed it to the cook. "You have to realize that those hundred people also spend money in town."

"Not that much, they're too busy fucking each other, "Bob said.

"Well, I'm not going to argue with you, but I know there are a lot of business people in this town that look the other way when these guys come to town. If there wasn't a lot of money involved, they wouldn't be going."

"No, I believe you, it's the dollar amount I don't agree with, people tend to exaggerate numbers."

Just then one of the customers from the back of the restaurant walked over and chimed in. "It's more than you think, I used to help do the books for these guys, she's right, it's in the millions."

"But how?" Bob asked.

"Hush money, they call it a tip, but they make the customers nervous enough to get them to pay way more than a thousand. I've seen them squeeze as much as twenty thousand dollars out of one customer."

"How do they keep getting more customers if they treat them like that? I would think that would kill repeat business."

"The hundred that come each weekend are chosen from a list of applicants. That list usually a few thousand people. Mostly men, but they have more than enough suckers. Once they have them, they take pictures and blackmail them into whatever they want."

"That makes no sense, once it was knows that these guys were blackmailing their customers, their customer base would dry up."

"I've seen the list, I've seen the figures. Most of these cheaters think they are bulletproof."

"Then why not cheat back home?" Bob asked. "They can cheat there without the risk."

"And without the adventure. These are not your average cheater, these are people with money, and power. They're not used to being fucked with, they're used to doing the fucking."

The waitress brought the food and set it on the counter.

"So I bet these guys are pretty pissed about what happened tonight, it probably cost them a lot of money."

The stranger replied, "If they find the guy that did this, he's dead. The guys that run this are like the mafia, all they see is dollar signs and anyone who separates them from their income is dealt with severely."

Cindy turned to the stranger with a mouth full of pancakes. "You sound like you were the one taking care of these guys."

"No, but I knew a few guys that had that job, and they liked their jobs a little too much if you ask me. Why are you naked?" the stranger asked.

"I had to escape and I didn't have time to get dressed," Cindy replied.

"If you need clothes, I can hook you up."

"That's very nice of you, but we were heading to get some clothes at some twenty four hour department store after we eat."

"I can call my sister, she is about your size, it would save you some money and time."

Chad looked at Cindy who was chewing like she never ate before. "I'd rather do that than have me shopping in the women's section for you while you sit in the car."

Not wanting to make a scene, Cathy agreed.

"Good, what size are you ma'am?" the stranger asked.

"Twenty four," Cindy replied.

"I'll see what I can do," the stranger said. He got out his phone and walked back to his booth.

"That was nice of him, "Chad said.

"Don't be sure, "Bob said, "Something about him doesn't seem right. I don't feel too comfortable right now, maybe we should leave."

"Not until I'm done eating," Chad said.

"Hurry up, I'm not waiting for his sister, for some reason, I don't think this guy has a sister, or at least one he's talking about."

"Why do you say that?" Chad asked.

"What are the odds that his sister just happens to be the same size as Cindy? What are the odds that he would be so helpful?"

"What are you getting at?"

"I think he's here because the handlers want him here. I think he's a lookout."

"You are paranoid," Cindy said spitting out some pancake.

Bob looked over at the stranger who was busy talking on his phone. Something was definitely not right about this guy or this situation. Was he a cop? Did he work for the group that put on the cheaters weekend or was he really a Good Samaritan? The stranger got up and walked over to Bob and the group and smiled. "She'll be here in twenty minutes with a basket full of clothes to choose from."

Cindy said thanks and the stranger went back to his seat.

"I'm not sticking around twenty minutes," Bob said.

"You can't leave me here alone!" Cindy replied.

"You can come with me, but I'm out of here as soon as I'm done eating."

"I can't be rude and walk out."

"He's counting on that."

"Now I don't know what to do?"

"Make up an excuse, tell him thanks but no thanks. You have about five minutes."

Cindy was stuck now. She was forced to tell this nice strange man that she didn't need the clothes his sister was bringing out of the kindness of her heart. What was she going to say? This was so embarrassing. She stood up and slid off the barstool at the counter. As she waddled over to the stranger she tried to think of a good excuse to leave.

"Hey," she said getting the strangers attention, "I got to leave."

"Really? What's going on?"

"My ride is leaving and I have to go with them."

"They can't wait a few minutes until my sister gets here?"

"No, they want to head back home now," Cindy lied

The stranger sat and thought for a moment, "Let me talk to them." The stranger stood up and walked over to Bob followed by Cindy. "You're friend here tells me you're leaving."

"Yeah, we gotta get going," Bob replied.

"Can't wait a few minutes?"

"No, it's already past three in the morning."

"You were going to go to a department store, this is faster."

"We're skipping the department store tonight, we can do that when we get back home. She can hide in the back of the car till then.

The strange man whipped out a pistol and placed the barrel against Bobs temple. "No, you won't be going anywhere tonight."

"Fuck! I knew it!" Bob yelled. "Are you a cop or do you work for the group?"

"The group, the cops don't pay that well."

# Chapter 16

# Into the Fire

Forty five minutes later, a truck with Bob, Chad and Cindy held captive in the back pulled up to an abandon bridge and stopped. The driver stopped the engine and the stranger from the waffle house got out of the passenger's side with his gun in hand. "Get out," he said to the three captives.

Bob, Chad and Cindy got out of the truck. The stranger motioned for them to step over to the pylon where the bridge used to anchor to the road. The bridge was long gone, but the pylons it sat on still protruded out of the ground across the span of the river. It was a good fifty foot drop straight down into the river and there was no safety measures in place to keep someone from driving off the edge.

"What are you going to do? Expect us to jump?" Chad asked.

"Hold on, I have to make a call first," the stranger said. Poking at his phone, the stranger put it to his head and waited for an answer. "Yeah, I got the shooter," the stranger said. Then a long pause. "At the waffle shop," he added. "What?" he said in an angry tone, "You're kidding right?"

Bob looked to Chad and Cindy and gave them the "What's going on?" look.

The stranger continued, "I just spent an hour driving them to the.... Now wait!" Another long pause ensued as the person on the other end spoke. "Fine, what's the point anyway," the stranger finished and hung up the phone. "Let's go" he said to the driver and headed back to the truck.

"What's going on?" Chad asked.

"I'm leaving," the stranger said.

"What about us?"

"I was told not to shoot you, nothing was said about giving you a ride back." The stranger said, he got in the passenger's seat and the driver spun off leaving in a cloud of dust.

Now the three of them were stuck in the middle of nowhere, next to an old abandon bridge at dawn. The sun was starting to come up and everyone was exhausted.

"Now what?" Cindy asked.

"We need to get a ride back," Bob said. "Problem is, who do I call?"

"Call 911," Chad said.

"I murdered three people less than eight hours ago and you want me to call 911?" Bob replied.

"I don't know, call a fucking cab."

"Where do I tell them to pick us up at? I don't see and address anywhere."

"Use the gps on your phone."

"Do you think a cab is going to drive clear the fuck out here?"

"You don't know till you try."

"And how do we pay the cab driver, do you know how much it would cost for them to drive an hour one way?"

"Beats walking!" Chad snapped.

"I agree," Cindy said. "I don't want to walk, it's going to be over a hundred today, this is the desert you know."

Bob chimed in, "I think we should find shelter first, we need to lay low, not head back to town."

Everyone looked around the area trying to find a sign of life, a house, a building of any sorts. "I don't see anything, who'd live the fuck out here?" Chad said.

"I say we walk for a few hours and see what we find, if that fails, we call a cab, or 911," Bob said pissed.

Four hours later and the sun is over the horizon, it's already seventy nine degrees and rising. The group has been walking back along the road hoping it would lead somewhere, to a house or business. So far, nothing.

"I'm going to get a sunburn, "Cindy said looking at her arms. She was still dressed only in panties. "And my feet are killing me from walking on rocks."

"I'm giving this another half hour before I give in," Chad said.

"That's easy for you to say, you didn't shoot ten people last night," Bob replied.

"No, but I'm an accessory and that puts me in the chair as much as it does you."

"Then why are you so eager to turn yourself in?"

"I don't want to turn myself in, I also don't want to die of dehydration and have my bones found out here in ten years."

"Look!" Cindy said pointing down the road. "It's a car"

"No, it's a truck," Bob said. "I think our luck changed."

The dust from the truck was now visible on the horizon and the truck was coming into view as well. It would be a few minutes until the truck was upon them.

"Spread out, make sure they can't get past us," Bob said.

The group spread across the gravel road with Bob standing in the center. Cindy was to his right, Chad to his left. The truck slowed down and stopped twenty feet in front of the impromptu blockade and dust flew forward into Bobs face. The driver stayed in the cab waiting to see what Bob would do. Bob waved and smiled and began to slowly walk towards the truck. It was visible to everyone that the driver put the truck in reverse and was waiting to bolt at any minute.

The driver put his hand up telling Bob to stop. He rolled down his window and yelled, "What's going on?"

Bob, a good twenty feet away replied, "Our car broke down and we need a ride."

The driver sat and thought for a long time. Bob felt he didn't care for him much. "Why is that girl naked?" the driver yelled.

Bob had to think fast, "She's a rape victim, and we were taking her to the hospital when our car broke down, it's an emergency, and can you help us?'

"There's no hospital around here," the driver yelled.

"We got lost."

"Yeah the fuck you did."

"Please, we're thirsty and she needs medical attention."

The driver sat for a while. "I can take the girl, you two stay here."

"What? No, you can't leave us!"

"You look more like highway bandits to me."

"No, seriously, she needs to see a doctor."

"I told you I would take her, not you, or your friend there."

Bob had no room to negotiate and he knew it. Once again, he had to think fast. Maybe if he could lure this guy in while he loaded up Cindy, he and Chad could overpower him and take his truck. "Fine," Bob said and motioned for Cindy to head to the truck. She looked at Bob like he was nuts.

Cindy waddled to the truck but before she got there, Bob whispered something to her. When she got to the truck, the driver got out of his cab and beat her on the head with something he pulled from inside the truck. Cindy fell on the ground and the driver got back inside.

"What the fuck?" Bob yelled and ran towards the truck. The driver pushed on the gas and drove backwards and spun around to make a reverse U turn. That gave Bob enough time to jump up onto the bumper and climb into the storage bed. Once there, he reached into the driver's side open window and grabbed the driver by the face and pulled. He had a full beard and gave Bob a good grip.

Unable to take control of the truck, the driver spun around in circles trying to force Bob to fall and lose his grip. Instead, Bob squeezed harder, so hard that the driver snapped a joint in his back and was paralyzed momentarily from the neck down. This gave Bob the opportunity he was looking for. When the truck came to a stop, Bob jumped out of the back and pulled open the driver's side door. He pulled the driver out onto the gravel and hopped up into the driver's seat and shut off the engine. The keys were pulled and Bob walked over to the driver who was now moving and making odd sounds.

"Sorry dude, but we need your truck, "Bob said.

The man stood up slowly and put his hand to his lower back. He was in obvious pain.

"Why did you hit Cindy?" Bob asked.

"None of your fucking business," the driver replied.

"What's up with you?"

"What's up with you?" the driver asked. "She isn't a rape victim, what do you think I am? Stupid?"

"I had to think of something," Bob said. "Still doesn't explain why you hit her."

"I don't owe you an explanation."

"Maybe you did it out of fear?"

"Don't play psychologist," the driver said.

"No problem, where do you live?" Bob asked.

"Not telling."

"What's your name?"

"Guess."

Bob poked his head into the truck and popped open the glove box. He read from the registration. "Dan Elwood, Route 1, box 8. Dan, where exactly is that?"

"You figure it out," Dan said.

"Let me take a minute while I look that up on Google maps," Bob said. Bob pulled out his phone and looked up the address. From what he could tell from the gps, he was around seven miles from Dan's place, back down the road Dan had come from. "All we need is a place to stay for a while, I don't plan on hurting you," Bob said.

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"In all fairness, you did hit Cindy unprovoked."

"Yes I did," Dan replied.

Bob poked his head in the truck and found a 22 caliber rifle behind the seat. He didn't know how to operate it, or if it was loaded, but at least Dan didn't have access to it any longer. Keeping the gun close, he said to Dan, "Get in the back."

The truck pulled up in the driveway of a pueblo style home with Chad and Dan in the back. From out of the house stepped an older man wearing overalls holding a shotgun, followed by a large woman in a house dress. The man with the gun looked to the woman and said, "What's Dan doing back so soon?" he had four teeth in his mouth.

"I don't know, but he has company, and he isn't driving."

The truck pulled up and stopped at the porch kicking up a cloud of dust. The older man with the shotgun walked down a step and pointed it at the truck.

Bob stepped out of the truck and put his hands in the air. He wasn't expecting a shotgun welcome and wasn't prepared. He was committed now.

"What the fucking hell are you doing fucking with my son in law?" the old man said.

"We need a place to stay for a while, he offered to let us use his place," Bob lied.

"You must think I'm a dumb mother fucker don't you? Dan would never invite anyone here. You know what we do here?" the older man asked.

"No, what do you do here?" Bob asked.

"We kill and skin fuckers like you and make sausage out of your innards."

"Are you some sort of survivalist clan out here?" Bob asked.

"There's no clan, it's just me, my wife, Dan and my daughter."

"We need a place to stay, I'm not planning on hurting any of you," Bob said.

"I'm planning on hurting you."

"Why? We just met?"

"I know, you saved us a lot of time hunting down new people. You delivered yourself like a pizza."

"I don't understand."

"Dan was out looking for stragglers, and he found three, and from the looks of it, he found one really fat one."

"You're kidding right?" Bob said.

The man with the gun kept his eye on Bob, but spoke to his wife who was standing behind him. "Mother, fetch me my 44."

"Gimme a minute," she replied and went back into the house.

Bob was thinking this guy was for real. He looked at the out buildings and wondered what they were being used for.

"Dan," the old man yelled. "Get over here."

Cindy opened the door and scooted out letting Dan get out of the truck. He walked past Bob and punched him in the back on his way to the house.

"Do we have enough supplies for three and a fatty?" the old man asked.

"No, but I can put two of them in the freezer and fetch more supplies later," Dan said.

The woman who left to get the 44 returned and handed it to Dan. Dan waved the gun as if telling the three captives to get a move on towards the barn.

"I'm not going anywhere," Bob said. "I'm no cow heading towards the slaughter."

The old man stepped down onto the dusty ground and limped over to Bob. "I have a four wheeler, you know what I do with my four wheeler?" he asked.

Bob just stared at the guy.

I use it to drag fucks like you around after I shoot out there knees. Works real good."

"You mean well."

"Are you some kind of fucking English teacher?"

"Are you some sort of psycho?"

"According to my psychologist I am, but then he's been gone for years. Ate him for Thanksgiving one year." The two men stood looking at each other not saying a word. Bob didn't move and the old man didn't say a word.

Then Chad spoke up. "Is there anything we can do to change your mind? I have money."

"Your money's no good to me. Haven't had any since forty two."

"There must be something we can do to change your mind?"

"From the looks of it, you stole Dan's truck. Was there anything he did that changed yours?"

Knowing they were fucked, the three stood like prisoners awaiting execution.

"You, fat girl, get over to the barn, the other two over by the rock garden," the old man said.

Cathy walked towards the barn when Bob yelled, "Stop! Don't do what he says. If he's going to kill us, we're not making it easy on him."

# Chapter 17

# Momma

Cindy sat in a chair tied with nylon rope. The temperature inside the barn was still over eighty and she sweat like a pig. The only other person in the barn was the old man who was digging through his tools.

"If you let me go, I'll do anything you want," Cindy said pleading for her life.

The old man turned and walked over to her holding a rusty tree branch saw with half the handle missing. "Like what?" he asked.

"Does your old lady fuck? I mean fuck like you like it?"

"No, she quit fucking twenty five years ago." the old man replied.

"I'm only twenty six, I can give you whatever you want, and I'm very good at what I do."

The old man looked down on Cindy and her massive breasts, she was fat, but not wrinkled, not like his wife. Cindy had a youthful sexual look, even though all the sweat. "Tell me more," he said mumbling through his gums.

"I like it up the ass," Cindy said.

"You think I'm queer?" the old man yelled spitting.

"No, I know a lot of guys like to do it that way."

"Queers maybe, I'm not queer."

"I can suck your cock, I can fuck you till you blow your mind, and all you have to do is let me try."

"If you weren't tied to that chair, would you still want to suck my cock?" the old man asked.

Cindy couldn't lie, she wasn't good at it. "No, I'm being honest, but I don't usually go for older men."

The old man stepped back and looked Cindy in the eye. "I can believe that, I don't like old women either," he said with a three tooth smile.

"So is it a deal?"

"What deal?"

"I suck you off and you let me live?" Cindy asked.

"That's like paying for it, I don't pay for pussy."

"From the sounds of it, you don't get any at all."

The old man turned and walked away. He stopped and looked back. "Excellent point, you could be a lawyer."

"Just let me show you what I can do, once I blow your mind, you'll want to keep me around."

"I might do that, but my wife is expecting to cut you up in an hour, how do I explain that?"

"Easy, you tell her I have some horrible disease and can't be eaten," Cindy replied.

"What kind of disease do you have?"

"I don't, lie to her, and tell her something."

"I need to try out the merchandise before I make any promises," the old man said. He sat down the saw blade and stepped up to Cindy. He unbuttoned his coveralls and let the front drop down to his knees. From there he pulled out his flaccid penis and moved in close to Cindy's mouth. She gagged a bit and took it in her mouth. It tasted like piss and motor oil.

"Make it good girl," the old man said. "And if you get any funny ideas about biting it off, remember, I have fifty ways to tear you apart, and none of them will be quick and painless. "

For the next few minutes Cindy stroked the old man's cock with her tongue. She was tied to the chair so she had to bob back and forth like a chicken. His penis got hard and he closed his eyes as she pleasured him like he hadn't had in two decades.

Then the old man bolted forward and fell to the ground in a heap. Cindy looked up to see his wife holding a fence post in her hand. She knew she was in for it as well.

"You fucking whore!" the wife yelled.

"Hey, I was just doing what he made me! "Cindy yelled back. "I'm tied up!"

"I heard the deal you made with him, to replace me to save your fat ugly hide."

"Replace you? He said you haven't had sex in years."

"And you believed him?" the wife said.

"I don't know who to believe, I only met him a half hour ago."

"Let me tell you little girl, he gets all he wants and more. I've never turned him down ever, he tells me I'm old and disgusting. He only wants to fuck girls like you."

"All I'm trying to do is save my life, I don't know what goes on between you and I don't care. I have a family back home that I want to see and if giving him a blow job will make that happen then so be it."

The wife dropped the fence post on the ground and looked at her husband bleeding on the floor of the barn. "I don't blame you, I blame him."

"Then can I go?" Cindy asked.

"No, he may be an asshole, but this is our way. I can't let you go."

"Why not?"

"We've hunted down and killed strangers for forty years out here and never got caught, giving you up would stop that and change everything. I'm not going to prison at seventy eight. I plan to die out here. Just so you know, you're the first person I've ever spoken to. Usually Sam kills them and I cook them up. I find this whole conversation quite disturbing. "

"See, you don't want to kill me, you've spoken to me, you know I'm a real person. Not some cow or pig."

"I'll have Dan finish you off, I don't think Sam is in any condition anymore."

The wife turned and left Cindy in the barn to ponder her fate. Cindy spent the time looking for anything she could find to use to get loose, she was tied tight to the chair and getting close to any tools was practically impossible. Then she saw Bob run into the barn looking for her.

"Hey!" Cindy yelled getting Bob's attention.

Bob turned and ran to Cindy, he looked her situation over and started hunting for a tool to cut her ties.

"Where's Chad?" Cindy asked.

"You don't want to know," Bob replied.

"Is he alright?"

"No." Bob said. He found a small wood saw on a tool bench and brought it over to Cindy and cut her ties.

"Is he dead?" Cindy asked.

"I'm not sure, probably." It took no time at all to cut Cindy loose and get her off her chair. "Ok, follow me," Bob said leading Cindy out of the barn.

Once outside, Bob and Cindy ran to the truck that brought them there in the first place. They both got in and Bob started it.

"How did you get the keys?" Cindy asked.

"From Dan," Bob replied.

"Did he give them to you?"

"Not by choice, let's put it that way," Bob said and pulled the truck onto the driveway heading away from the house.

Cindy looked back and tried to look through the dust the truck was picking up. She couldn't see anything, not even the house anymore. "What happened to the woman?"

"I don't know, didn't see her."

"You must have just missed her, she left the barn a few minutes before you showed up."

"I bet right about now she's not very happy."

"What happened?"

"Fuck, Chad jumped him, got shot three times before I could get to them."

"Then what?"

"I grabbed the gun out of that fuckers hand and shot him in the face with the rest of what was in the gun."

"I didn't hear anything," Cindy said.

"We were in the cellar under the house."

"Did you check to see if Chad was dead?"

"He looked dead, I'm no doctor, I wasn't going to give him a physical."

The truck sped down the driveway onto the main road and headed west. Bob was on an adrenaline high and Cindy was scared but relieved she was no longer tied up and held captive. "Where are you going?" Cindy asked.

"No fucking clue, away from that place for sure."

For the next hour Bob and Cindy drove aimlessly down the road until they saw a town up ahead. It wasn't big, but it was a place to find food and shelter. Pulling up to a local hotel, Bob looked around to see if he could find a place to park that was out of the way and wouldn't attract attention. He parked in the back by a dumpster and sat for a moment thinking.

"I got about eight hundred dollars left, I'm assuming you have nothing."

Cindy smiled, she was still dressed in her panties. "Yeah, I left my bag at home."

"Ok, here's my plan, I'm going in and getting us a room. When I get back, We'll find a way to get you to the room without you being seen. I'll take a shower and order pizza to be delivered to the room. How does that sound?"

"I'm hot, dirty and starving, sounds great," Cindy replied.

Bob got out of the truck and headed to the hotel office while Cindy sat in the truck waiting. Ten minutes later Bob returned with a key card and got in the truck. "Our room is on the ground floor on the other side of the hotel," he said.

Once inside their room, Cindy cranked up the air conditioning and crashed on the bed. It was a single king sized bed, and was cheaper to lie to the clerk and tell him it was a room for one. Bob got in the shower and washed off the dirt, grime and sweat from the day. He didn't know if the hotel had a laundry and he wasn't willing to go out and find a Laundromat so he put his clothes in the tub and scrubbed them out. It was a long shower, but a relieving shower and made Bob feel much better.

When he was done, he hung his clothes to dry on the clothing rack next to the sink. "It's all yours" he said standing naked in the doorway.

Cindy got up and took her shower and washed her panties. "Can you do me a favor?" she yelled from the bathroom.

"What?" Bob yelled.

"Can you find a store and get me some more clothes later?"

"Yeah, no problem," Bob said and laid back on the bed by the cool air. He closed his eyes and listened to the shower. It was relaxing.

When Cindy was done, she hung up her one pair of panties, now clean, on the rack and sat on the bed next to Bob. "I don't have a hair brush," she said looking in the mirror and running her fingers through her hair. "Can you run down to the office and get me a brush?" she asked.

"I'm naked," Bob said.

"So am I."

"Then you have to wait until our clothes dry."

"By then it will be a tangled mess."

"You can wet it down again, geez this isn't rocket science."

"Fine," Cindy said and pushed herself back and laid next to Bob. She wrapped her arm around his chest and put her leg on his. She felt safe with Bob and was happy he didn't roll over or push her away. Instead, he put his arm around her and pulled her close. Then he started to snore and she knew he was sleeping. It was a long night and she was exhausted as well. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms.

# Chapter 18

# Pizza time

Later that evening, pizza was delivered to the hotel room and both Bob and Cindy sat down to eat.

"What is your obsession with cheaters anyway?" Cindy asked munching on some pizza.

"My mom," Bob said. "She cheated on my dad constantly."

"What was her problem?"

"Fuck I don't know, low self-esteem or some bullshit like that."

"Did your dad beat your mom?"

"My dad is awesome, I never saw him lay a finger on that bitch once," Bob replied.

"I take it you still harbor a grudge against your mother?"

"Yeah, she's sixty six now and still a fucking whore."

"Are they still married?"

"Yes, I don't know why my dad puts up with her shit."

"Have you ever confronted her about it?"

"All the fucking time, what a God damn embarrassment she is."

"I bet, did you get a lot of shit in school because of her?" Cindy asked.

"Let's say my childhood in general was less than desirable. I don't think I had any friends in school, my mom was too busy fucking all their dads."

Cindy took a sip of her drink. "I can't relate, my parents were like the Cleavers, you know? June and whatever the dad's name was. I don't think I ever saw them fight let alone cheat."

"I really don't like talking about this, it makes me very uncomfortable."

"I understand, we can talk about something else if you like, or you can run to the store and pick me up some clothes."

"I just want to rest tonight, I can go shopping in the morning."

"Really? When I get out of the shower, I want to put on some clothes. I'm tired of being naked all the time."

"Maybe later, let me finish my pizza first." Bob said "So how about you? You ever cheat on a boyfriend?"

"No, I've only had two and I've never even thought about it."

"Ever been cheated on?"

"Now that's a different story, yes, my first boyfriend cheated on me twice with the same girl."

"How did that make you feel?" Bob asked.

"How do you think it made me feel? Betrayed and worthless."

"Do you have any contact with him anymore?"

"No, it ended that night and I never went back," Cindy replied. "How about you?"

"Once, and it never happened again."

"Why do I have the feeling she's buried in a shallow grave somewhere?"

Bob was silent and chewed on his pizza. It was obvious she touched on a sensitive topic and maybe was hitting too close to the truth.

"Hello?" Cindy asked.

"It didn't end well for her," Bob said looking away.

"Didn't end well how?"

"Let's say those three at the hotel weren't my first."

"First what?"

"I'm not going to make a hotel confession to you over pizza,"

"I'm already in this pretty deep. You left three people dead back there, how much worse can it get? Did you kill her or not?"

"I didn't kill her, the lake water did, I just put them in the same spot at the same time."

"You drown her?"

"They never found her body, or the car, so I officially I don't know."

"How long ago was this?" Cindy asked.

"I was twenty two, so it's been a while," Bob replied. "I'm forty five now."

Cindy slid back against the headboard of the bed. "What happened?"

"Oh, the usual, I came home from work early and caught her fucking a guy from work. Almost cliché."

"Then what?"

"He took off running, she and I fought for hours and I left. When I got back all of a sudden she wanted to talk, so we went for a car ride. I came back, she and the car ended up in a river."

"How did you explain her disappearance?"

"I told the cops she was fucking someone on the side and that she probably took my car and left me for him. They never found her body or the car so over time it faded away."

Cindy sat and stared at Bob. She felt sorry for him, and was feeling more than just that towards him in general. They had been together for a few days and Cindy was the type to fall in love quickly. Now she felt it was her place to defend him. "She deserved it, fucking whore. You did the right thing."

Bob perked up and looked at the large naked woman on the bed. "Thanks, I'm glad someone agrees with me."

"Nobody knows what commitment means anymore. Was she your wife?"

"No, just a girlfriend."

"Still, she should have known better, you need a woman who can make a commitment and stick to it."

"Like you?" Bob asked with a smile.

"Yes, like me," Cindy replied.

"I will have to say that I have become fond of you since we've met, you're funny and haven't complained a lot about being naked most of the time."

"I like sex, you know that."

"I do."

"I hope you're planning on fucking me tonight yet," Cindy said with a grin.

"Sure, what else do I have to do?" Bob said joking.

Cindy slid her massive frame to the edge of the bed and grabbed Bob by his arm. She pulled him onto the bed and positioned him next to her. She put him on his back and went in for a kiss. For the next twenty minutes the couple made out in the silence of the room.

The next morning Bob woke to the sound of a news report on the television. Cindy was in the shower and had turned it on before getting in. The reporter said, "Police are on the lookout for two people suspected in the murder of an elderly Mesa man and his son yesterday. Another unidentified man has been found at the scene dead but a lone survivor has confirmed that a woman and a man who were at the house are responsible for these crimes. The couple fled in a stolen grey 2006 F-150 pickup yesterday afternoon. The man is described as middle aged, brown hair, about one hundred eighty pounds, in a white t shirt and jeans, the female is around five three, two hundred and twenty pounds, dark shoulder length hair and dressed only in white panties. If you have information about these suspects, call 911 or crime stoppers."

Bob jumped out of bed and ran into the shower room. "We need to go! Now!" he shouted, we're on the news!"

Cindy turned off the shower and stepped out onto a towel on the floor. "Give me a minute, I'll be right out," she yelled back.

Bob returned to the bathroom and tossed Cindy her clean panties. "You have ten minutes, I'm going to get the truck and pull up to the door."

Cindy tried her best to dry her hair. She never got her hair brush so she had to do her best to run her fingers through her hair and untangle it. Once dry, she grabbed a top sheet from the bed, wrapped it around her and headed out the front door to the awaiting truck. "Do we need gas?" she asked.

"Yes, fuck!" Bob said, "Last thing I need now is to have to pull up to a gas station with a woman dressed in a sheet. Everyone's looking for this truck."

"How much gas is in it?" Cindy asked.

"About an eighth of a tank," Bob replied.

"How far will that get us?"

"Ten, maybe twenty miles, into the fucking hot desert!" Bob said slamming his hands on the wheel."

"You realize we had no plans for escape when we did the hotel job that was our first mistake."

"I planned to either get caught or get killed, I didn't have an option three."

"If that's the case, turn yourself in," Cindy said.

Bob looked at her like she was an idiot. "No, I'll think of something, give me a minute. Do you have any relatives around here?"

"I live a thousand miles from here, no I don't have any relatives in New Mexico."

"I could go back inside and bribe one of the housekeepers to help us," Bob said.

"Five hundred? That might work."

"If that did work, I'd be broke again."

"You're going to be broke soon enough anyway, that money won't last forever and you don't have any more coming in. In just a matter of time before we either give up or find someone willing to take us in."

Bob pulled out slow and onto the street. "I'm getting gas first, I can think while I'm driving. I can get three hundred miles away and maybe come up with a plan." Bob drove down the street and found a gas station. He pulled up to the pump and got out. "Stay here," he said, and then realized how stupid that sounded.

While Bob was filling the truck with gas, Cindy took the opportunity to scrounge around the back and see what she could find. Laying on the floor behind her seat were three guns, a rifle and two shotguns. Spilled all around them were shotgun shells from an open box and several full boxes lying about. She also noticed a pouch attached to the seat cushion and dug around inside. She found cash, and lots of it. Her first quick count was a couple thousand dollars.

Bob stuck his head in the door and asked, "You want anything?"

"I'll take a diet Coke and a Snickers bar," she said and handed Bob a hundred dollar bill.

"Where did that come from?" he asked.

"In the back, there is all sorts of shit back here, I think this guy was some sort of survivalist. He had enough guns and ammo to ward off a small army, and enough cash to last him for a while."

Bob took the money and left to pay for the gas and get some snacks. Cindy continued to rifle through the truck looking for any goodies she could find. The next place she looked was the console between the seats. She expected to find some music cd's but instead found a cell phone, a power cord and a pack of double A batteries. If the truck wasn't stolen, she thought, it would be a perfect getaway vehicle.

Once Bob returned, Cindy filled him in on what she found. It was kind of like Christmas Bob felt. Only it was eighty five degrees outside. They pulled back out into the street and headed out of town keeping an eye out for the police.

"Where do you want to go?" Cindy asked.

"I'm thinking Arizona," Bob replied.

"Why Arizona?"

"Why not? I have no plans, nowhere I have to be."

"We should think of a plan and not drive aimlessly till our gas is gone," Cindy said.

"That's fine, what do you think?"

"We should head for the ocean, some place with a beach."

"Why? That will just increase our chances of getting caught," Bob said.

"It's called hiding in plain sight,"

"It's called having more eyes on you than we need. I think we should find a small town where I can pick up a job that pays cash."

"Then what? Make a career out of it?" Cindy asked.

"No, just till things die down."

"Things will never die down, you will always be a fugitive on the run."

"The way I see it, I don't have much choice. It's either prison or find a way to blend in. I chose blending."

The edge of town came and went and they were cruising at seventy five miles an hour on the open highway. The sun was out and there was nothing to stop them, until they saw a line of cars up ahead. "Fuck, it's a checkpoint!" Bob yelled.

"No it's not, it's a funeral procession," Cindy said. "I can see the hearse on the curve."

"That's one fucking long funeral procession," Bob said. "Must be two miles long. Are you sure you can see a hearse?"

"Yeah, and another, looks like a funeral for two," Cindy said.

"Great, now we get to sit in the fucking heat for hours waiting for these fucks to clear the highway."

"Calm down, that's someone's loved ones, not some inconvenience."

Bob approached the end of the procession and pulled up behind the last vehicle. He was now going twenty five miles an hour and pissed as hell. "I got to find a side road, I can't drive like this all day."

"You'll get us lost," Cindy said.

"I have my gps, we'll be fine," Bob replied.

When the first side road came up, Bob took a right and headed north. The desert went on forever in all directions and he needed to find a way to get around this long line of vehicles blocking his way. He figured a mile north, a mile west and then a mile south would get him to the front of the line, but he would have to haul ass to get there.

It was then he noticed the semi behind him closing in fast. It was a dark brooding truck kicking up dust and filling the air. "What the fuck?" Bob said looking in his rear view mirror."

"What is it?" Cindy asked.

"A semi, behind us. I think it's trying to catch up with us."

"Why?" Cindy asked.

"Who the fuck knows," Bob replied and then saw a tow truck come from behind the semi and drive around passing it at over ninety miles an hour. In a second the tow truck was around Bob's truck and pulled in front of him slowing down. Bob hit the brakes and in a flash was trapped between the semi behind him and the tow truck in front.

From ninety miles an hour, the tow truck slowed to fifty, then twenty and eventually stopped in the center of the gravel road. The semi pulled up from behind and tapped Bob's Ford pushing it forward into the tow truck pinning it in good.

Once sandwiched in, a man got out of the tow truck and walked back towards the driver's door of Bob's truck. The man was dressed in a white button up shirt and cowboy hat. He wore dark sunglasses and had a dark tan on his hairy arms. Once at the door to the Ford, the man tapped on the window and motioned for Bob to put down the window. Instead Bob flipped the guy off and yelled for him to back the fuck up. This didn't bode well for the man with the sunglasses as it pissed him off.

The man tried to open Bob's door to no avail. His second attempt used the back end of a pair of pliers to smash against the door glass. Three good whacks and the glass shattered into hundreds of little shards glued together with a polyurethane coating on the glass. Now Bob was fucked.

Twenty minutes later, and after a minor struggle, Bob and Cindy sat in the back of the tow truck tied to the seats and to each other. The truck they were driving was now loaded in the back of the semi and they were heading off to who knows where. The driver of the tow truck was a dirty unshaven guy with a cigarette hanging from his lip. He wore a trucker's hat and his work clothes were stained with oil.

"Where are you taking us?" Bob asked.

The man turned and looked at Bob over his shoulder. "Momma ain't happy, she wants to see you again."

"Momma?" Bob said.

"Yeah, you killed my dad and my brother, she is pissed."

It now dawned on Bob that the family they escaped from had been tracking them. "I didn't kill your dad, your mother did, she hit him with a fence post," Bob said.

"I don't think so," the driver said.

"And I didn't kill your brother, Chad did."

"You are just as much to blame as that other guy was, and you're gonna pay for it."

"What are you going to do? Take us back to that barn? The police have probably have that sectioned off as a crime scene."

"No, we aren't going back there, I'm taking you to my uncle's place up in Colorado."

# Chapter 19

# The Basement

Colorado looks a lot different than New Mexico, gone are the flat windswept deserts replaced with endless expanses of woodlands and hills as far as the eye can see. After a four hour drive, the tow truck pulled into a secluded wooded area populated with a large house and many out buildings. It wasn't a farm, but a country homestead complete with a few tractors and large machines for moving timber.

Little was said on the trip about what awaited Bob and Cindy, the driver didn't want to give too much away. But now that they had arrived, he was willing to tell them anything. "Welcome to your new home," the driver said.

Cindy looked out the window, it was beautiful. "Where are we?" she asked.

"Middle of fucking Colorado," the driver said getting out of the truck. Next to them pulled up the semi. It paused for a moment and headed down the gravel path to one of the out buildings.

"What are you going to do with us?" Cindy asked.

"Same as before, skin you, cook you and eat you, it's a family tradition."

"What kind of fucked up tradition is that?" Bob asked.

"My grandfather started it back in the twenties, it's the way we do things."

"Now would be a good time to stop," Bob said. "A bad tradition is still a bad tradition."

"No, you don't know what it's like to eat human jerky, it's fucking fantastic," the man said as he swung open Cindy's door. He cut her loose and let her out of the truck. This house was so secluded that he wasn't afraid of her running. She was too heavy and the woods were too thick. If she did manage to get loose, the wolves would have her before morning. The man freed Bob and held a gun to him. Bob was a different story. "See where the semi parked? Walk that way," the man said.

"Do you have a name?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, now get walking."

"It says Henry on your work shirt."

The man looked at the blue oval on his work shirt, yeah it does. Now git."

Bob and Cindy took off walking in the direction of the semi followed by Henry. It was a nice walk, with plenty to look at with the ever green trees. A bit chilly with fall like weather. Cindy had the chills dressed only in her blanket stolen from the hotel. The trees were losing their leaves and looked like skeletons against the blue sky.

Once they arrived at the semi, Henry directed them into one of the steel buildings. It was filled with tools and machines in all directions.

"What do you do out here? Why all the machines?" Bob asked.

"We do some logging, not much, just enough to make some extra money," Henry replied. "Head over to the end of the building on your left, see that door? go in there."

Bob and Cindy dodged the machines and tools and walked back to the door. They opened it and stepped inside, it was an office.

"Sit down," Henry said.

The office was dusty and strewn with wood chips. It was dark and musty and smelled like used chainsaw.

Bob and Cindy sat down in the chairs provided and Henry sat at the desk. "Now tell me how you killed my dad?" Henry asked.

"We didn't," Cindy said. "Your mother did."

Henry leaned over the desk and looked Cindy in the eye, "Now once again, how did you kill my dad? Blaming my mother isn't going to cut it."

"She used a fence pole, hit him in the back of the head."

"How do you know?"

"I was sucking his dick when it happened, I was as surprised as he was."

"You sucked my dad's dick? You fucking fat whore!"

"It was either that or be cut up into food."

"My father would never cheat on my mom, never."

"Sorry, I know what I did, and I know what I saw."

"You did something," Henry said. "You did something to make him want you to do that. You talked him into it."

"No, it wasn't that hard, he said he hadn't had sex in years."

Henry leaned back in his chair. "I don't know about that stuff, that's between mom and dad."

"Ask her," Cindy said.

"I did, she said you killed him."

"She's lying,"

"Now you're calling my mother a liar?" Henry asked.

"I was tied up, how could I do anything to him?" Cindy asked.

Henry was tossed for a loop on that one. He had to sit back and think. "I don't know, you found a way out of your ties and killed him."

"That's a pretty huge jump don't you think? What am I? Wonder Woman?"

"Wonder whore maybe."

"There's nothing I can say that will make you change your mind, you have it made up already. All you want to do is punish me."

"Oh fuck yeah, I have plans to fuck you up good lady. Look at you, naked, just like a whore."

"I'm done talking to you, if you're going to torture me, do it and be done."

Henry pressed a button on the phone on the desk. Over the speakers mounted in the building he said, "Jason to the office, Jason to the office."

Bob then spoke up. "Are you going to torture me too?"

"You killed my brother, you bet your damn ass I'm going to torture you."

"Chad killed your brother, I didn't touch him."

"Not what momma said."

"Your momma wasn't anywhere around when your brother was killed. She was too busy hitting your dad with a fence post after catching your dad getting a blow job from Cindy."

The door opened and Jason stepped in. "What do you need?" he asked.

Take these two to the basement, lock them up separate."

Bob found a lot of irony in what was about to occur, he was now going to be jailed instead of being the jailor.

In the basement, Bob found the accommodations filthy and cramped. There were three rooms, more like the layout of a house, each with a door and a lock. He knew his underground bunker was top notch, not like this retro fitted shit hole. Once inside a room, it was locked and he was faced with the fact he was trapped. Looking around, he saw a single bed and a bucket for a toilet. He had put in fully functional toilets with a septic system. Maybe since they planned to eat him, they didn't figure he needed anything nice for an extended period of time.

He wondered if Cindy was close and yelled her name. She called back and Bob realized the walls were sheetrock and paper thin. She was in the room to his left and as a contractor put his deconstruction mind to work. The bed had a cheap frame so he removed the mattress and took the frame apart. He then had two long metal poles he could use to punch a hole in the wall.

"Stand back!" Bob yelled and started ramming the metal pole into the wall repeatedly. It only took a few good hits to make a hole, He then pulled the sheet rock apart revealing the wood framing behind. It took a few good kicks with his foot to break out the sheetrock on the other side and reveal Cindy who was sitting on her bed.

"Hi," Bob said smiling through the wood supports.

Cindy stood and walked over to Bob and the hole. "Can you get us out?"

"Never underestimate me, I am a fantastic contractor and it only took me ten minutes to bust down this wall. This place is built like shit. "

"What does that mean?" Cindy asked.

"It means that we are in a basement, which means we are underground. That means there is dirt surrounding us and I need to find a way to tunnel out very quickly. This isn't some WWII prison movie where I can haul the dirt out bit by bit. Once I get started, I have to have a clear way out before they come back.

"How are you going to do that?"

"I have some tools here, the bed frame is excellent for cutting and tearing. The one problem we have is getting you through the wood supports, I don't know if you can squeeze through and I don't have a saw.

Cindy pushed herself through the wood supports and couldn't get her breasts through. "Fuck!" she said. "Can you make a tunnel on my side too?"

"That would take way longer than we have. You have to find a way to get passed the supports."

"Why don't you come on my side and make the tunnel?" she asked.

"Oh shit," Bob said not thinking. "What a dumb ass." He slipped easily through the wood supports and headed straight for her bed. In a flash he had it torn apart and was looking for the best place to start digging. He knew he would be up against a cinder block wall, but cinderblock isn't that hard to break apart. The only issue he had was the noise. If Henry was still in the office, he could hear them pounding away at the wall.

Later that day, Bob had a huge pile of dirt in Cindy's room and a decent sized hole dug to the outside. Large enough for him to get out, but not quite large enough for Cindy. It would take another hour before they were free. Then they heard something, a voice. A female voice calling out. "Who is that?" Bob asked.

"I don't know, sounded like a woman," Cindy said.

"There are three rooms down here, there is a chance someone else is locked up."

Cindy yelled out, "Who are you!"

A muffled voice called back, they couldn't make out what she was saying, but they could tell it was coming from the wall opposite the one Bob tore out to get into Cindy's room. Cindy pounded on the wall with her fist and waited for a return. Immediately she heard a pounding and looked to Bob. "We got to set them free."

"They'll be back anytime, we got to go."

Cindy picked up one of the bed frame bars and beat on the wall. She tore into it quickly and made a hole large enough to get her leg through. She then kicked and kicked until the sheetrock on the other side of the wood supports broke open. She then tore at the plasterboard until she was able to see who was in the room next to her. It was a woman, thin, blonde and nude. "Thank you," she yelled and crawled into the room with Cindy and Bob.

"What's your name?" Cindy asked.

"Laura Thompson," she replied.

"How long have you been in there?"

"Three days, they stopped me on the side of the road, asked me to use my phone and shoved me into their van."

"Did they tell you why?"

"Yeah, said they were going to make stew out of me."

"What happened to your clothes?"

"Fuckers took turns raping me first."

Bob stepped over and looked Laura over, "I want you up out first, and you'll fit."

Laura tip toed around the dirt and concrete pieces. She looked up at the hole Bob dug and tried to think how she'd manage to fit.

"Put your foot in my hands," Bob said. He made a cup with his hands and motioned for her to place a foot inside. In one swift motion, he raised her to the hole and she shot out into the open with little effort.

"Go get help!" Bob yelled.

"No, I want to wait for you two."

"This may take a while and they might come back, you need to get help right away."

"If they come back, I'll hide in the woods, I'm waiting for you."

"Fuck," Bob said under his breath. "Why can't she do as she's told?"

"She's scared," Cindy said.

"So am I," Bob replied getting back to digging.

# Chapter 20

# Woods

Laura ran into the woods and scratched up her legs on the brush. She stepped on all sorts of sticks, rocks and debris that cut her up and caused her pain, but she needed to hide. She found a tree to hide behind and looked for anyone that might have spotted her. She saw no one, just the back of the out building, the semi and the main house. For the most part it was clear. Then she saw the front door of the house open and three men step outside. She knew them all well, they had been raping her repeatedly.

It was all she could do to not yell out and warn the two people who helped her escape, but she couldn't do a thing as she watched them walk across the gravel towards the building. She got down and laid on a fallen branch keeping low as to not be seen.

Inside the torn up holding cell, Bob and Cindy continued to dig out the hole to a size they could both fit through. Then then heard the sounds of men's voices in the hall. In a panic, Bob tried to climb through the hole but he wasn't tall enough to reach it. He motioned for Cindy to come over. "I'm going to lift you up, ok?" he asked.

Cindy nodded and put her foot up for Bob to grab ahold of. He knew she was too heavy to do that so he got down on all fours to make a human table.

"Stand on my back," he said.

Cindy did her best to balance on Bob's back and reach the hole. She could get her hands on the sides of the opening, but she wasn't strong enough to pull herself up and through. "I can't make it," she said.

Bob tried to raise himself up and allow Cindy to push her way through. He lifted with his legs trying not to let her slide back and fall. "How's that?" he asked.

"I got it, keep going she said."

Bob raised a little more and he felt her lift off his back. She had managed to pull herself up through the hole. He looked up and say her turn around to talk to him. Before she could say a word he said, "Go, go get help!"

Cindy turned back and fled into the woods. She couldn't see Laura and ran blindly.

Bob jumped up at the hole and tried to grab the sides. He couldn't get a grip and tried again until he was exhausted. He couldn't hear the voices in the hall any longer, but knew that didn't mean anything, they could be walking through the door anytime. Then the door opened and Henry walked in followed by two other men.

Bob turned to face the three men standing in the doorway. He didn't say a word.

Henry looked at the hole, then the pile of dirt and concrete, and then to Bob who was very calm considering the situation he was in. "How did you?" then Henry said nothing. Instead he walked over past Bob and looked up out the hole at the evening sky. Henry turned back to his men and said, "Go find them, two girls, one skinny, and one fat, both naked." He then turned to Bob and said, "That was quick."

Bob replied, "Your construction was cheap, not the kind of work needed for holding people. Unless you're running a daycare center."

"I know, we only hold people here a few days, most don't have a clue how to get out, most are too scared to try."

"I've worked construction all my life."

"I can see that," Henry said.

"I built a bunker from scratch back home, complete with power, sewer and full heating and ventilation. Had a backup generator and full septic system. All the cells had their own working showers and toilets."

"Who did you keep in your bunker?"

"Lying cheating whores."

"Nice," Henry said. "What happened?"

"A so called friend got a conscience and broke them out."

"What happened to your friend?" Henry asked.

"No fucking clue, haven't seen him in months."

Henry stewed for a moment and paced around the room. Bob watched without saying a word, he didn't want to piss Henry off any more than he already was.

"They better find those girls," Henry said. He looked at Bob waiting for a reply. He got nothing. "Are you married to the fat one?" Henry asked.

"No," Bob replied. "What were you doing with her with no clothes on?"

"Long story," Bob replied.

"You fucking her?"

"None of your business."

"She your girlfriend?"

"No," Bob replied, although he did have feelings for her now.

Henry stepped out into the hall and looked around. "Now where am I going to put you?"

Bob tried to stand still but his nerves were getting the best of him.

"I could weld a brace to your leg, hurt like hell." Henry said. "You're too smart for anything else."

"You could let me go."

"My momma will be here tomorrow morning, she will want to see you."

"I told you, I didn't kill your dad or brother."

"I know, but she's going to want to kill you herself, you're the only two that ever escaped in sixty years. She just wants to take it out on your hide," Henry said.

Back in the woods, Laura caught up with Cindy who was now out of breath and cut up from the sticks and rocks littering the floor of the woods. She was bleeding and crying from the pain. Both girls were suffering but free.

Laura spoke up, "Are you alright?"

"I can't go any further," Cindy replied.

"We have to keep going, they have dogs."

"Fuck the dogs!" Cindy snapped. "I hurt all over."

"I haven't eaten in three days, stop bitching and let's go!"

Cindy stood up and took a step, she immediately stepped on a sharp twig and screamed in pain.

"Shut up!" Laura yelled under her breath. "Try again."

Cindy took another step and then another. She was able to walk as long as she took her time and didn't try to run, the problem was that night was coming soon and she wouldn't be able to see the ground soon. Together, they managed to walk around five miles before they had to stop. The light had faded and they could see by was the sliver of moonlight from above. During the escape, they kept silent, now that they were done running for a while, they could now talk in whispers.

Cindy spoke up first. "Do you know where we are?"

"No, these woods are huge, I have no clue where we are."

"I have no idea what to do, do you have any ideas?" Cindy asked.

"I think we should stay put for now, we could get injured very easily out here. We step in a hole and twist an ankle and we're fucked."

"What about the dogs?" Cindy asked

"Not all dogs are the same, I wouldn't worry about them," Laura replied.

"What about food and water?"

"Food, fuck I haven't eaten in three days, I'm living off adrenaline right now. You can last a long time without eating. Water, that's another story."

"What do you mean?"

"We have about three days to find help or we could die of dehydration."

"All we have to do is find the road," Cindy said.

"They will be monitoring the road," Laura said.

"Then what else is left?"

"We might have to go back to the house and find transportation."

"You think they'll just hand over the keys to the truck to us?" Cindy asked.

"I don't fucking know anything right now, stop tearing down all my ideas, I don't see you coming up with any."

"I say we go for the road, we can flag down a car."

"What if the driver is one of these fucks relatives, or friends?" Laura asked.

"I'll take that chance over trying to steal a set of keys from a guy who wants to eat me."

Laura looked around at her surroundings and tried to find a place to sleep for the night. It was getting chilly and being naked didn't help. "Help me move some stuff around, we need to get some sleep."

"I need a blanket," Cindy said.

"You left it in the basement," Laura said. "And I don't have another one."

"It's getting freaking cold," Cindy said. She was now shivering.

"You'll have to snuggle with me, keep each other warm," Laura said.

"Great, my first lesbian experience and I have to spend it in the freezing woods."

"I'm not a lesbian," Laura said.

"I was joking," Cindy replied.

The two women cleared a space and spooned with Laura behind Cindy. It was very uncomfortable and difficult to get in a position without a pillow. WIth the additional heat, they still shivered, especially when a cool breeze blew by. It took hours, but they both fell asleep.

Bob was now chained to a large wood cutting machine in the main bay of the out building. A coupling was used to wrap around his ankle and a tack weld held it in place. A chain was attached to the coupling with another tack weld and the chair was locked around an axle. He was going nowhere. Henry walked over to the light switches and shut off a few. It got dark fast and Bob had to speak up. "Are you leaving me in the dark?"

"No, I'll leave a few lights on. I'll want to come back later and check up on you."

# Chapter 21

# Return of Momma

As dawn broke over the woods, Laura and Cindy awoke to the shivering cold Colorado morning. Now covered in dew, they both have plant material and dirt clinging to them as well as the occasional insect. "Fuck this is gross," Cindy said brushing the leaves and grass off her naked body.

"I think I got bit a hundred times last night," Laura said examining her body.

"I sure could use a McDonald's right about now."

"I know what you mean, we should get going so we can find one."

The two women stood up and looked around at their surroundings. Laura took notice of which direction the sun was rising. "That's east, so we want to head in that direction to get to the road."

"I think we should stay off the road, maybe stay in the woods and keep it in view," Cindy said.

"We can make ten times the speed on the road, all we have to do is keep our eyes and ears open. If we hear a car, get back in the woods till it passes. You know, it sounds odd to me that we would actually avoid a car."

"I know, but these people may all be related to Jethro, or whatever the fuck his name is. Let's go," Cindy said and the two women walked in the direction of the rising sun. "What do you know about these guys?" Cindy asked.

"Not a lot, all I know is they stopped me when I was jogging and asked me to use my phone, the next thing I know they are shoving me in a van."

"Did they seem creepy when they first stopped you?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, from the get go, but these woods are isolated, who's going to stop them?" Laura asked.

"Why the fuck were you jogging out here in the first place?" Cindy asked.

"I like the view."

"How did you get out here? Did you drive?"

"Yeah, but they took my car. I didn't know it at the time, but they towed it to their place."

"You are the poster child for women who get abducted, you know that? Did you bother to call anyone before they grabbed you?" Cindy asked.

"They pulled up and I didn't have time to do shit. They didn't even give me a chance to get my phone out before they grabbed me," Laura replied.

"So what happened after that?"

"Two of them held me down in the back, they threatened to cut me up if I tried to fight back."

"Did they have a knife?" Cindy asked.

"I never saw one, but I wasn't going to push it."

"Then what happened?"

"It was a short drive to the "compound" as I like to call it. They took me out of the van and forced me into that shed and down into the basement. Then one of them came in the room and decided he wanted to have a chit chat with me. He said his name was Henry." Laura took a moment to pause as they strolled through the woods. It was much easier avoiding the sharp branches in the morning light. "We talked for about a half hour and then he raped me."

"What did you talk about?"

"The basic stuff, who am I? What was I doing out here?" Laura replied.

"Why did he give a shit if he was going to rape you anyway?"

"Probably wanted to know if anyone would come looking for me."

"That's a good question, is there anyone looking for you?"

"I've been locked in a basement for three days, how do I know?" Laura replied.

"I mean do you have a husband that would be out looking? Family?"

"I'm single, but you'd think the state would have a search party out looking for me."

"I don't know how long they search before they quit," Cindy said. "Maybe they gave up on you?"

"Probably, these woods are dangerous, I'm surprised we're in as good of shape as we are. Three days and I might give up too. Lots of wolves and coyotes out here."

Cindy stopped for a moment to pull something out of her foot. "When you drove up here, how far away was the closest town you drove through?"

"There was a little town about an hour away, it might have had a gas station, I don't remember, it was basically a ghost town."

"When was the last time you saw a town with people?" Cindy asked.

"That may have been in Wyoming," Laura said.

"We can't walk all the way to Wyoming," Cindy said.

"No, but we might find a house or some people around that can help us."

"That's the same problem we have now, the reason why we can't be on the road. We don't know who belongs to this clan and who doesn't. We might walk right into a cousin's farm and get hauled back to that basement. We have no idea who will help us and who will turn us back in." Cindy said.

With Cindy's foot clean, the woman again took off to the east. "We have to take some chances, otherwise we will die out here in the open."

"What were they going to do with you after they raped you?" Cindy asked.

"Henry said they were going to cut me up and eat me."

"Yeah, they said the same thing to us. What kind of fucked up cult is that?"

"Bunch of inbred sick fucks if you ask me," Cindy said.

The women trekked across the brush and woods for more than an hour when they came across a clearing covered in tall grass. Now they could see where they were heading and noticed right away a large lake that spread out for miles. Along the far edge of the lake were cabins and boats tied to a boat dock. They quickly crossed over the tall grass to the edge of the lake to a thin ribbon of sandy beach that went on for miles in both directions. Now it would be a quick trip around the lake, walking on the sand to what may be help on the other side.

"I think somebody's home, I can see smoke coming out of the cabins," Laura said.

"Good, if my feet get anymore cut up, I'll need a wheelchair." Cindy replied. "What if they are members of that family?" Cindy asked.

"I'm willing to take a chance, I don't know of any way out and we need help."

Bob woke when the lights in the building were turned on. He spent the night lying on the cold concrete floor shackled to a wood cutting machine. Three men approached and stood above him. "How was your night?" Henry asked.

"Great," Bob replied rubbing his eyes.

"Mother will be here soon, she'll want to talk to you."

"I think you said that before."

"Yeah, I want to make sure you're prepared, the way momma likes it," Henry said with a smirk.

One of the men tossed Bob some hot pockets and walked away.

"Don't I get a drink?" Bob said with a grin. "What's up with this place anyway? How did you get so fucked up?"

"I'm not going into some detailed history of my family with you, just suffice to say this is tradition and our family is built upon it."

"Like Thanksgiving and I'm the turkey?"

"Yeah, something like that," Henry replied.

"What's the chances you'll let me go?"

"Fairly slim." Henry replied.

"Had to ask," Bob said biting into a hot pocket.

"So tell me, what did you do that made my mother so pissed that she'd come all the way up to Colorado?"

"I didn't do anything. Chad killed your brother, your mother killed your dad. I had nothing to do with it."

"My mother didn't kill my father, that's ridiculous. She loved him."

"Jealousy is a bitch," Bob replied.

"Jealous of what? That fat whore you came with?"

"You have to admit, she is a lot younger than your mother, Cindy may be a big girl but she is pretty, and young."

"Yeah, I can see how that would be tempting for a man in his seventies," Henry said. "Fuck, I'd let her suck my dick."

"Tell her, she'd probably do it, she's a nympho."

"How? She's out in the woods with the other girl, probably half eaten by a coyote by now," Henry said. "Those woods are pretty, but fucking dangerous if you don't know what you're doing."

"Cindy will survive, she's a fighter."

Two thirty in the afternoon Bob hears a car drive up outside the big door of the building and stop. The engine is turned off and he heard a door slam, and another. Then the sounds of muffled voices and footsteps in the gravel of the driveway. He's certain the mother has arrived from New Mexico.

Then three figures walk in through the large bay door. One is definitely the mother. Bob sat calmly watching the three approach backlit from the light outside. He couldn't make out their faces well until they were right up upon them.

"Is that him momma?" one of the men asked.

Bob squinted trying to get a better look at the mothers face. The light from behind was very bright in contrast to her face.

"Yeah, that's him. You need to find the girl," momma said. She was humped over from years of wear but walked very well for a woman of her advanced age.

"We're trying momma," the same man replied.

"How many kids do you have?" Bob asked.

"Three now, you fucker," Momma replied with a slap across Bob's face. "Did have four till you killed Dan."

"That wasn't me, Chad killed Dan," Bob said.

"I'm sure you had something to do with it, Momma said.

"I don't suppose there's a damn thing I can say that will convince you otherwise is there?" Bob asked.

"No," Momma replied and turned to Henry. "Find the girl first, I want them both before we do anything. If she gets out, we'll have to leave and I don't want to be in the middle of this and have to pack up."

"Yes momma," Henry said. "I don't know if you knew but we had another girl locked up and she got away."

"What? How?"

"This guy dug a hole in the basement and let them both go, we got there before he could get out," Henry said.

"Who is this girl?" Momma asked.

"Just some girl we picked up jogging on the side of the road, we got her car here in storage, and there isn't any trace back to us."

"There will be if she gets to the sheriff, find her now! Go rent some tracking dogs, do something!" Momma yelled.

Bob fought back a smile watching this ass backwards family squabble. It was the only joy he had in a long time.

"Kill him now and put him in the deep freeze, I don't want him getting loose again," Momma said. "We have enough trouble as it is with to two girls running around in the woods. Don't need this bastard making things worse."

"Yes momma," her son said.

"Take him out back, shoot him and dress him first before you freeze him. I don't want blood and guts out here in front, use a tree in back." Momma took one last look at Bob and shuffled back out from where she came from and to the house.

"Stand up," the son said.

"You realize I'm shackled to his machine don't you?" Bob asked.

The son walked over to the work bench and pulled down a pair of bolt cutters. He came back and snipped the chain with little effort. "Out," he said pointing to the large open bay door.

Bob followed direction and walked out of the building, the son continued to give direction until they were behind the building by the open hole that Bob had dug out with the bed frame. "So this is it?" Bob asked.

"No, I'm not going to kill you," the son said.

"Won't momma beat your ass?" Bob asked.

"She's an old lady, she isn't beating anyone's ass, besides my dad who was two years older than she was and should have been living in a home. My mother is a tyrant bitch, always has been."

"Are you letting me go?" Bob asked.

"Thinking about it."

"Won't they try to track me down as well?"

"Yeah, but I could help you get away," the son said.

"Why are you doing this?" Bob asked.

"I hate my mother, I wish she'd die. You think I like this life style? I think this is the most fucked up thing I've ever been a part of."

"What's your name?" Bob asked.

"Kane."

"Well Kane, you're now my best friend. What do you say you get me out of here?"

# Chapter 22

# Smoke on the Water

Upon reaching the cabins, the two women stopped to see if they could find anyone outside. They had been looking at the cabins all during the trip, but in their excitement they weren't sure they were keeping track of everything going on. Cindy put her hand up to shade her eyes from the sun.

"Do you see anything?" Laura asked.

"I see a woman on the porch of the second cabin, she has a basket in her hands," Cindy said.

"Anyone else?"

"She's just went back in the house, no there she is again. And now she's heading down the steps and heading to the back of the house," Cindy said. "Something's odd though."  
"What is?" Laura asked.

"She's dressed in some sort of Quaker looking Puritan dress. Can't you see?"

"No, I'm nearsighted, and they took my glasses the first day."

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's go talk to her," Laura replied and the two women continued down the beach to the rear of the house. "What should we do now? I don't want to scare the fuck out of her."

"I can see her now, let me handle this," Laura said walking closer to the woman who was digging in the ground next to the cabin. "Ma'am, excuse me." Laura said.

The woman bolted to her feet, took one look at the two nude women and ran back into the house. She was gone for a while and Cindy and Laura were at a loss as to what to do next. Then the door opened again and a group of people came out of the house and approached the two nude women.

"Who are you? What are you doing on our property?" a man asked. He was also dressed like a throwback from the sixteen hundreds.

"We need your help," Laura said.

"Why do you need our help?" the man asked.

"We were being held prisoner, we escaped and need you to help us get back home!"

The man looked the two nude women up and down and shook his head. "Witches," he said.

"What?" Laura asked.

"You are witches, came from the lake."

"No, we came from the woods," Laura said.

"Don't lie Witch, you came from the lake."

"I know we look a bit odd, but I can assure you we are not lake witches."

"What do you want Witch?" the man asked.

Cindy whispered to Laura, "I don't think he gets you."

"No shit," Laura whispered back.

The man began to yell, "Do not cast your evil spells here!"

Laura stepped off the sand and up onto the grass. She stopped ten feet from the man in charge. "Look at my legs, look at my feet, do I look like I came from the lake? I'm all scratched up and bleeding."

"You cast a spell to make yourself look that way, to deceive me and my family." Behind the man stood the woman who was digging in the yard and two young adults, one boy and one pregnant girl. "It was you who cast your spell upon my daughter and placed your seed in her."

"What?" Cindy said. She was pissed. "Nobody put no seed in your daughter, at least neither of us did, maybe you, or your son, but if you haven't noticed, I'm a woman!"

"You came in the night and placed the seed in her sleep, you carried the seed inside you from an illicit affair with a warlock and now his child is in my daughter."

"That's kind of a stretch don't you think?" Laura asked.

"Now you come to claim the child."

"No, we want to use your phone."

"We don't have a phone."

"Do you have any other way of contacting the outside world?" Laura asked.

"We do not need the outside world," the man replied.

"How about health care for the girl, does she see a doctor?"

"My wife takes care of her needs."

"So you're saying you're isolated out here? No contact with anyone?"

"That's correct, that's how I know you placed the seed in my daughter."

"Take responsibility for your own actions, it was either your or the boy," Laura replied.

"You accuse me of having relations with my own child?" the man asked pissed.

"You're accusing me, I guess it goes both ways, Main thing is that I didn't know you were here till an hour ago, you've known her all your life."

"Aaron," the man said. "Get me my blade."

"Blade? For what?" Laura asked.

The young man took off and disappeared into the house.

"I need to defend my family against witches, you will see."

Laura backed up off the grass onto the sand. She looked at Cindy and at the lake behind them. "Why do I have a feeling we went from the frying pan into the fire?"

"What do you want to do?" Cindy asked.

"We need to move on before the boy gets back."

The man spoke up, "You will be going nowhere."

"You may have a blade, but I still have two working legs so I do think we'll be moving on," Cindy said like a bitch.

The front door opened and the boy ran out with a long bladed knife in his hand. When he got to his father he handed it off and stood back. The man raised the blade in a defiant posture to scare the women from running. It had the opposite effect as the women took off running further down the beach away from the house.

"Get them," the father said to the boy.

Without hesitation, the boy took off running towards the women and ran down Cindy knocking her onto the sand. Now angrier than ever, Cindy took a swat at the boy and smacked him across the head with the back of her hand. The boy rolled off and his leg went into the lake water. Cindy then got up and jumped onto the boy crushing him with her weight. She felt very guilty, but very pissed and relieved at the same time. It was her life or his and compassion was out the door.

"Let me go!" the boy yelled. He couldn't have been more than fifteen.

Cindy rolled off in time to see the father come down on her with the knife. She raised her hand and took a stab to the palm. The blade passed easily through her hand and came out the backside. She grabbed his wrist with her other hand and didn't allow the man to pull the knife back out.

Seeing this, Laura ran over and began to punch the man in the head repeatedly. He finally let loose of the knife and tripped on the soft sand falling backwards. Cindy still had the knife protruding through her hand. Laura then kicked the man and stomped on his back. She was in a fury and couldn't stop herself. She was so focused she didn't see the wife coming at her with a fireplace poker. Looking up, that last thing Laura saw was the poker swinging at her like a baseball bat.

Laura woke to find herself in the main room of the cabin. It was dark other than the fireplace fire and an oil lamp. She was tied to a chair next to Cindy who was also tied up. She felt the pain from the poker that struck her in the face and felt the dry blood crusted on her nude body. A simple cloth bandage covered the wound.

"Are you ready to talk Witch?" the man said from across the room. He had been sitting there watching her all this time.

"Sure, what's on your mind?" Laura said. She was exhausted, dehydrated and starving.

"First, admit you placed a demon seed in my daughter."

"What do I get if I do?"

"You will be punished," the man sad.

"What if I say I didn't?"

"Then we beat the confession out of you."

"What's the difference?" Laura asked.

"Punishment is by fire, beating you is with my fists," the man replied.

"I think I'd rather be punched than burned."

"Once you confess you are punished, so by denying your evil, you get both. Your best bet is to confess and forgo the beating."

"Yeah, that makes sense if you put it that way," Laura said. "So how long do I have to get back to you?"

"You have till sunset."

"How long is that?"

"It's setting now," the man said.

"Wow, time flies when you're unconscious," Laura said. "What are you going to do to us if we confess?"

"Burn you at the stake, like I do to all Witches."

Cindy was tired of the bully and decided to speak up. "I see a big hole in your plan mister. You have what you call two Witches, so which of us are you accusing? It doesn't take two people to knock up your daughter, especially when both of us are female."

"One of you had relations with the devil and carried his seed in your womb, the other removed the seed and placed it in my daughter. It would take both of you," the man said like he had his answer all planned out in advance.

"So which is it? Her or me? Who had relations with the devil smarty pants?" Cindy asked.

The man had no clear answer. He struggled for a moment and replied, "That doesn't matter, what matters is that I have the responsible party."

Now livid, Cindy snapped back, "You know the simplest answer here is that either you or your son got horny and jumped into bed with her and knocked her up. That's something your wife would buy."

"You accuse me or incest?" the man said with a huge smile. "I am incapable of that sort of behavior."

"You'd be surprised what people will do. I bet your wife turned you down one time too many and instead of taking it out on her, you took it out on your daughter instead."

"Sorry, didn't happen,"

"Then your pubescent teenage boy decided to try out his sister," Cindy said.

The man walked over to Cindy, reached out and touched one of her nipples.

"Where is your wife? "Cindy asked.

"Tending to chores," the man said.

"So she has no idea you're feeling up a Witches tit?" Cindy asked.

"No, I guess not," the man said. He grasped hold of one of Cindy's breasts and gave it a good long squeeze. He then rubbed his crotch on the breast and moaned under his breath.

"I think I was right about who fathered your daughter's child," Cindy said.

"Yes, you are so so smart," the man replied. "I fucked the shit out of that young pussy, it was sweet like honey."

"What I'd do for a digital recorder right now," Cindy said. "When is your wife due back?"

"Soon, but I will send her out for another chore, something that will allow me to take you the way I did my daughter."

"Why not fuck your wife? She's the one you married."

"She only allows that one day a week, and it's as boring as fuck."

"Listen to you cuss," Cindy said.

"I don't plan on killing either one of you, I plan to keep you for my pleasure."

"What's the deal with us getting locked up all the time? You men needed to get beat by your mothers when you were kids."

"What do you mean?" the man said.

"Laura and I were locked in a basement and almost made into stew,"

"By that family across the lake?" the man asked.

"Yeah," Cindy replied.

"Doesn't surprise me, they are such fools."

"You're not related to them?"

"No, my family has been here for two hundred years, they moved in five years ago."

"If they ever came near me or my family, I would have killed them all."

"With what? A fireplace poker?" Cindy asked.

"I'm a woodsman, they are city cannibals living in the forest. I have my ways," the man said.

"You want to go with me?" Bob asked

"My family would disown me," Kane replied.

"Sounds like you're not too proud of them to start."

"No, but I don't have any place to go."

"You realize you may get a lethal injection one day because of them."

"I don't agree with them, but they are my family," Kane said.

"So you're saying I'm free to go?" Bob asked.

"Sure."

"What are you going to tell them when you get back without me?"

"I'll tell them I let you go," Kane said.

"I know honesty is the best policy, but in this case it might be a bad thing for you."

"They know my feelings, I've made them known many times."

"Then why would they trust you alone with me? Wouldn't they suspect you might let me go?"

"I'm sure they do."

"You are confusing the fuck out of me, what are you doing? Using me to make a point with your family? Are they watching us right now?'

"I don't know for sure, but probably."

"So, if I walk into the woods, somebody's going to put a bullet in my back." Bob said.

"Or head, if they want you dead it will be a head shot."

Bob looked around for a sniper's nest. "In that case, I think I'll hang here for a while."

"It's up to you," Kane said.

"Your mother expects you to kill me and put me in the freezer, what about that?' Bob asked.

"You could unplug it and hide there."

"You do realize I could suffocate?" Bob asked. "Plus you said there are people watching us."

"Honestly, I don't know what to tell you, I'm not here to make a point with my mother, you are incidental. I honestly hope you survive this, but my family is pretty fucked up." Kane said.

"If you walk off, I'm dead."

"Probably," Kane said.

"Then I can't afford to let you walk off," Bob said.

"How do you plan to stop me? Remember, you said it yourself, there is probably a gun pointed at you."

"Now I'm not so sure," Bob said looking around. "I might have to play the odds and chance it."

"Up to you, I'd make my decision fast if I were you, my family might start to wonder where I am. They expect the freezer to be full soon.

Bob bolted for the woods leaving Kane behind. There was no gunshot. Nothing.

Kane walked back around to the front of the building where his brothers were waiting. "He ran off," he said.

"What do you mean he ran off?" Henry yelled. "Go get him!"

"I can't, he's too far gone."

Henry pushed Kane back and grabbed him by the collar. "If you let him go momma is going to have your ass." Henry peered into Kane's eyes and shoved him away. He then took off out of the building and headed towards the rear where Kane was supposed to kill him.

Bob again was free and on the run. He easily traversed the woods and the rough ground putting a lot of distance between him and the family. He had no clue where he was going, but he was free. He didn't stop until he was thoroughly lost and exhausted. Then he stood silent and listened for anyone that may be following him. Nothing. But he could smell smoke, and thought either a forest fire, or a campfire, either way he had to make adjustments. One could kill him, the other may save him. To the fire, he thought.

# Chapter 23

# Suffer the Witch

Cindy and Laura watched as the man walked away. He opened the door and looked back at the two women still tied to their chairs. He smiled and said, "I have to gather some wood before it gets too dark, I put up the stakes this afternoon while you were tied up. This will all be over soon enough."

"Fuck you," Cindy said and he walked out the door.

"We have to get out," Laura said.

"No shit," Cindy snapped back. "Any ideas? This isn't an episode of Scooby Doo."

"Pull on your ropes and loosen them."

"I've been doing that since he put them on me," Cindy said like a bitch.

"You don't have to get all nasty, I'm trying to help."

"I'm not stupid, I know to pull on the ropes, unless you have some magic spell, shut the hell up."

Laura didn't reply and Cindy found that odd.

"Did the black cat get your tongue Broom Hilda?"

"There's something I should tell you but I probably should keep my mouth shut."

"What? I don't need any surprises now."

Laura hesitated and continued to pull on her ties.

"Spill it!" Cindy yelled.

"I am a Witch," Laura replied. "Sorta."

"Holy fuck, what do you mean you're a Witch?"

"I studied Witchcraft when I was in high school. I had friends that were into it and they got me into it. We had our own coven and everything."

"You mean like a club?"

"Yes, but they took it very seriously. We didn't sit around and drink tea and chat, we did what Witches do."

"What do Witches do?" Cindy asked.

"We were really into casting spells, a lot of spells."

"Yeah, so what?"

"They worked, believe me they worked."

"That's bullshit and you know it, just like this fool who's going to burn us alive if we don't get out of here. These weak minded fucks believe all sorts of shit."

"You weren't there, you didn't see how powerful we were," Laura said.

"I don't have a lot of time to discuss this, but give me an example."

Laura thought for a second. There was a Witch in our coven whose husband was cheating on her, at one meeting she cast a hex on the woman he was cheating on. She got busted for harboring a meth lab in her trailer and the relationship ended."

"Did you maybe think that the meth lab was there the whole time and that the hex and her getting busted was a coincidence?" Cindy asked.

"Absolutely not," Laura replied defiantly.

"How do you do one of these "hexes" anyway?"

"For that one, we crushed the bones of a chicken and placed them in a bag, we cursed the bones and sprinkled them on her lawn." Laura said.

"And sat back and waited?" Cindy asked.

"Don't be so cynical, I've seen it work."

"Ok, then put a spell on daddy Witch killer here and get us the fuck out."

"I don't have my book of spells," Laura said.

"You can't make one up?"

"No, I don't think so, maybe," Laura replied

"Can you be more indecisive?" Cindy asked

"I don't know if a made up hex will work, these things are tried and tested over years."

"I guess we have a half hour, while you're getting your ties loose, start making shit up and hexing that fuck."

"I'll give it a try, but it would be better if I had a few supplies."

"Like chicken bones?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, and a few other things."

"Do what you can for now."

"Are you starting to believe now? "Laura asked.

"Anything that will keep me from being burned alive I believe in. Ok?"

For the next ten minutes the women pulled and tugged at their ties. They were making progress when the door opened and the man walked back in. The women could see through the door that it was dark outside."

"Are you ready?" the man asked with a smile.

Laura raised her head and looked the man in the eye, then she said,"I call upon the ancient spirits of this land to do my bidding. Hear me now, oh hear me now. I see thine enemy before me and bind and crush him and bring him down. Turn thine enemy to dust and crush him, torment him with unholy fire, I hex thee, I hex thee."

Cindy paused for a moment and said, "Damn, that was pretty good."

The man stepped forward and got down on one knee before Laura. He grinned and shook his head. "Little too late don't you think?"

Then the door swung open and Bob stepped into the cabin. The women looked shocked as the man swung around to look who was standing behind him. "Who are you?" the man said as he stood up.

"Name's Bob, what are you doing with my two girls?" Bob asked.

""These two Witches belong to you?"

"They don't belong to anyone dipshit," Bob replied. "Why are they tied up?"

Cindy spoke up, "He's going to burn us at the stake!"

"Is that what those two poles are doing outside?" Bob asked. "Holy shit, what is this, Salem?"

The man walked over to the fireplace and pulled the fireplace poker from the rack and raised it like he was sending a message. "No, that is in Massachusetts, this is Colorado."

"I'll give you a fair warning asshole, I've been a bouncer for fifteen years and have taken care of fucks like you on a regular basis. If you think you're stick there is going to do you any good, you're nuts."

"Bouncer? What is a bouncer?" the man asked striking his palm repeatedly with the poker.

"I worked in bars kicking the shit out of unruly drunks. Most twice your size and ten times as mean. "

"I see, and you think I'm like them? Do I look drunk to you?" the man said with a smile. "You know nothing of me."

"I know you like to tie up women and burn them, sounds like you're a serial killer."

"Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?"

"Well, since one of these ladies is my girlfriend, I'm going to start off by beating the shit out of you."

"You don't care about the other one?" the man asked.

"Sure I do, I just care about Cindy a little more," Bob said taking a step towards the man with the poker in his hand.

"Can you guys take this outside?" Cindy asked. "There isn't a lot of room in here and that poker might land somewhere unexpected."

"Its dark honey, this won't take long."

"Won't take long?" the man said laughing.

"I've lived in these woods all my life, I've hunted, trapped and killed everything I ever ate. You think your skills as a "bouncer" are going to help you now?"

Bob rushed the man and grabbed onto the poker rendering it useless. He then shoved the man into the fireplace and kicked him as he cooked on the hot coals. Once the poker was free from the man's grip, Bob used it to beat the man unconscious and shoved the rest of his body into the fireplace to finish cooking.

"That was really gross Bob," Cindy said.

Bob stepped over to Cindy and gave her a kiss. "You prefer I let him burn you?"

"Get me out of these ties please and Laura, she's the one that saved our asses."

"What? I beat that fucker to death, "Bob said.

"Laura used a spell to conjure you here."

"I was already on my way, after I escaped from the compound, I smelled the smoke from the fireplace and headed this way."

Cindy stood up, free of her bindings and gave Bob a long kiss. "Shut the fuck up and cut Laura loose."

"Wait a second guys," Laura said. "Look behind you."

Standing in the doorway was the wife of the man who was cooking in the fireplace. She was standing with a pitchfork in her hands pointing the tines at Bob and Cathy. Behind her stood her son and pregnant daughter. "You killed him" the woman asked.

"Yeah, is that a bad thing?" Bob asked.

"No, it's not, he won't be able to rape my daughter any longer."

Cindy spoke up," You knew all along and were going to let this fuck burn us at the stake?"

"I have no control over him, he had total control over me and the children."

"Then why the pitchfork?"

"I saw this man enter our cabin, I have the pitchfork for self-protection. I heard a fight and wanted to see what happened," the woman replied.

Bob said, "So you're not going to stab me with that?"

"No,"

"Then please put it down."

The woman lowered the pitchfork and entered the room followed by her children. "You should get him out of the fireplace before it's too messy."

"What do you want me to do with his body?"

"Leave it out in the woods for the wolves," the woman replied.

Bob pulled the man's body from the fireplace and dragged it out into the woods. It smelled like burning hair and made him gag. On his way back he tried to see the compound he had escaped from earlier that day and wondered if they would be out looking for him. The cabin would be an obvious target, but he wasn't sure the clan would risk contacting the family that lived there, they had a psycho and that might have been enough to keep them at bay. If it weren't for Momma who was hoping to make steaks out of him and the girls, he'd consider living here with the mother and two children. They were out of the way and knew how to live on the land. Just what he needed.

Maybe there was a doable plan there. All he needed was to talk to the woman who now owned the cabin and make her a deal. Maybe she could use a man around the place and his girlfriend Cindy could help. Laura could leave and be on her way. Everyone would be happy, except Momma, who was only a few miles away across a lake and through the woods.

Back at the cabin, Bob approached the woman and asked her, "Do you think we might be able to stay for a while?"

"Yes, I owe you that much," she replied.

"I know this is kinda quick to ask this, but with your husband gone, could you use a man around the house? I sorta need a place to stay and so does my girlfriend."

"Which one is your girlfriend?" the woman asked.

"The big one, the one I kissed."

"I didn't see you kiss either one of them, what about the skinny one?"

"She was being held prisoner by those fucks up on the hill along with us, she probably wants to go home."

"Why don't you want to go home?" the woman asked.

"I don't have a home right now."

"And your girlfriend?"

"She's with me now."

"I see, I'll talk to my children and see what they think."

"That's all I ask, I can be a great help, and my girlfriend can help with your daughter being pregnant and all."

"Is your girlfriend pregnant as well?" the woman asked.

"No, she has a weight problem."

"Oh, I've never seen anyone so large before, we have to work for every meal so there is very little extra."

"I know what you mean, in today's society it's very easy to get fat. Living out here could do wonders for her, maybe lose some pounds."

"Oh yes, she would, very quickly."

"Great, so you talk it over with your kids, when do you think you'd make your decision?"

"You can stay one week, I'll know by then," the woman replied.

"That's fair," Bob said.

# Chapter 24

# Woods

The woman of the house gave Cindy and Laura makeshift frocks to wear while they lived at the cabin. Each were given chores to do and today Cindy was in charge of dressing whatever kind of game Bob brought back from hunting. Neither Bob nor Cindy had ever done this kind of work, and after three days were beginning to doubt their choice to stay. But what real choice did they have?

Bob walked back from the woods with two squirrels dangling from his right hand. They were dead and limp striking his leg with each step. "I got something for you," he said with a smile.

"I can't do this," Cindy said. "I'm no pioneer woman, I eat from a can, not from the woods."

"Just skin it and clean it, it can't be that hard," Bob replied.

"How?"

"I don't know, use your knife."

"Then what?"

"Ask Anne," Bob said, referring to the mother.

"I don't want to, I want to go home," Cindy said.

"You want to leave? Go then."

"You know I can't, how the fuck do I get out of here? We're trapped!"

"No shit, now either skin that squirrel or start walking, you don't have much choice!" Bob snapped back.

Cindy took the squirrels from Bob and set them on a wood table fashioned from wood cut from the forest. She hacked at them trying to chop off the heads. It didn't work. Then she heard Anne call out her, "What are you doing girl?"

Cindy rolled her eyes and sighed, "I'm trying to cut these up."

Anne took the knife and pushed Cindy aside. "I don't know what good you two are if all you can bring to the table is two squirrels, we have five mouths to feed, we need more than this."

Now Bob was agitated. "It took me all morning to kill those fuckers, you think that's easy?"

"My dead husband may have been a bastard, but we never went hungry," Anne said. "Now go back in the woods and fetch us some real meat, and you girl, I'll show you how to fix these squirrels once, then you do it on your own, got it?"

Cindy looked at Bob with disgust. She gave the look that said, "Let's get the fuck out of here ASAP." Bob shook his head realizing he had nowhere else to go. He was a fugitive. This place was the best hiding place he could ask for.

"Fine," Bob said, "I'll go back, but I don't know what I can do. It's not like there's a cow out there waiting for me to strangle it."

"You're a man, you have hunting instincts," Anne said.

"Those instincts have to be groomed, I wasn't raised a hunter, my dad was a plumber, and you don't have running water out here so I can't help with that either."

"I don't know what a plumber is, but I do know that it is past noon and the children are hungry, get back out there and bring us some real food. If you don't bring anything back, don't bother coming back, "Anne said. She then grabbed Cindy by the arm and pulled her close to the wood table. "Now fat girl, this is how you cut up a squirrel."

Bob turned and headed back out to the woods, he thought for a moment and stopped. Looking back he watched Cindy and Anne cut up the squirrel. "What about Aaron? Can he come with me?"

"My boy is attending to his sister, she is six months along and is having difficulties. She needs constant help," Anne said.

"What kind of difficulties?" Bob asked.

"Are you a doctor?" Anne asked.

"No, I'm a bouncer."

"Then bounce back into the woods and fetch us some food. The girl needs to eat."

Bob turned and walked back into the woods, he had no idea what he was doing or what he was going to find. He was no hunter and there was no learning curve.

Six hours later the sun was setting, there was no sign of Bob, the rest of the group sat in the cabin eating the small amount of meat Bob provided that morning. There wasn't much, but with some creative cooking, Anne made it go further.

"Where is your man?" Anne asked Cindy

"How should I know? You sent him out in the woods, he's probably stuck in a hole, or broke a leg. Real nice way to treat the man who saved you from your asshole husband."

"I am grateful for what he did, but that doesn't change the fact we have to eat. He's the only man here, I will send Aaron out to look for him in the morning."

"I thought Aaron was too busy taking care of his knocked up sister," Cindy snapped.

"You can take your tone and you fat body and leave at any time."

"Why not have Laura take care of your daughter? At least she's female," Cindy said.

Laura spoke up, "Yeah that would be fine with me."

Aaron let his plate down hard and spoke up, "She is my sister, I will take care of her, I have always taken care of her."

Anne spoke up, "Aaron, she should be taken care of by another woman, now that we have one here, you need to help with other chores."

"No, I won't stop, she is my sister!"

"Why are you so mad?" Cindy asked. "Anyone can help her, you don't need to be so defensive."

It was then Cindy had an epiphany," Is the child yours?" she asked.

Aaron was silent, he looked to the ground and didn't respond.

Anne then interrupted, "Aaron, is this true? Is the child yours and not your fathers?"

Aaron got up and tried to walk away. His mother stopped him before he could get to the door. "Boy, did you have relations with your sister?"

Aaron stood silent, staring into his mother's eyes. He didn't want to answer.

"You tell me now!" Anne yelled.

"Yes," Aaron replied in a whisper.

"Holy fuck," Cindy said.

"You let me believe it was your father that did this?" Anne asked.

"Honestly, I don't know if the child is mine or fathers."

"What? Did you take turns with her?"

"Father made me," Aaron said.

"Is this true?" Anne asked looking to the pregnant sister. In tears, she nodded her head.

"What kind of fucked up zoo are you running here?" Cindy asked.

In shock, Anne walked away from the door and sat down. Aaron left the cabin and the remaining four sat in stunned silence.

For the rest of the night, no one really said much, this was too much for the family to bear and the crushing reality of the abuse was like a lead weight.

Out in the woods Bob sat starting at the sky. It was a warm evening and he had no luck finding any game so decided it was better to stay away then get yelled at. Then he heard a sound, the sound of footsteps. In the moonlight he could make out it was Aaron, walking through the trees. "Hey what's up?" Bob called out.  
Aaron turned to Bob and saw him through the trees, he walked over and sat down next to him. Bob spoke up, "What you doing out here?"

"Had to get out of the cabin, things were getting a little too deep."

"Like what?" Bob asked.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Is it about fucking your sister?" Bob asked.

Shocked, Aaron replied, "How did you know?"

"I didn't, but you seemed way too close to her, it was more like you were dating, then brother and sister. What happened? Did your sister confess?"

"No, I did, mother was trying to separate us so I told her the truth."

"So the kid's yours?" Bob asked.

"Yes, maybe, it could be my fathers."

"Ouch, that sucks.

"It doesn't matter now, he is dead and she is pregnant, if the child is mine, I want to raise it."

"How will you know the difference?" Bob asked.

"I'd raise it no matter whose baby it is, I love my sister."

"You know, I figured there would be a problem with one family living alone out in the woods, if you don't have anyone to screw, you're going to end up screwing a family member, and it looks like I'm right."

"I don't know what to tell you, I was lonely."

"I'm not blaming you, that's just the way it works when you have an isolated population. It was bound to happen. Did you ever screw your mother?" Bob asked.

"Oh no! That would never happen."

"Why? Because she wouldn't let you? Or because your father would beat you?""

"Neither, she is my mother, that's all."

"But your sister is your sister."

"Both are wrong, but one is more wrong than the other. I refuse to live a solitary life without love."

"Or sex from what I seen."

"I'm not having this conversation any longer," Aaron said.

"What are you going to do? You left because you let the cat out of the bag, and I'm stuck out here because I can't catch of fucking rabbit alone a deer. Seems like we've both been ostracized."

"What does that word mean?" Aaron asked.

"Kicked out," Bob explained.

"Yeah, we have been."

"So now what the fuck do we do? We are the only men, and they are sitting back in the cabin. I don't think that's fair."

"What do you propose to do?"

"I say we take back the cabin, your mother is the only person keeping us from being out in the weather, I say we go back and tell her who's boss."

"Till we starve, did you forget why you're out here?" Aaron asked.

"Fuck, she can go hunt squirrels."

"I see what you're saying, but she's a good woman who's only trying to provide for her family. She means no harm. She's just doing what she feels is right. "

"And I want to do what I feel is right," Bob said. "I think there is a misuse of power, or at least a misplacement of power. I'm the man of the house, as they say. I should be in charge and making the decisions."

"Do you plan on taking the cabin tonight?" Aaron asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm not sleeping in the grass tonight, I'm sleeping in a warm bed. In that cabin."

"When?"

"Are you with me?" Bob asked.

"You're asking me to go against my own mother."

"You're own mother kicked you out."

"No, I left on my own."

"But I'm sure she didn't make it comfortable for you," Bob said.

"No, she didn't"

"Then are you with me or not?" Bob asked.

Aaron sat and thought, he kicked around some sticks and looked back towards the cabin. he couldn't see it through the trees, and it was dark outside, but he knew where it was.

"Yeah, I knew this day was coming, now that she knows, things have to change, I have nowhere else to go." Aaron replied

"Good, let's make a plan, how hard can it be to kick an old woman out of power? Does she own any weapons?"

"Cutting tools and knives for cooking, then there are my father's hunting tools."

"Where are those kept?"

"In a small storage room at the back of the cabin, and there is a bow and arrow set in another building," Aaron said.

"Ok, this should be easy, you go around back, pick up the hunting gear and I'll grab the knives from the kitchen before I make my big announcement."

"All you need is to get the knives, my mother won't go for the hunting gear, it's not her thing, it was always my fathers."

"You're sure? I don't want to get into an argument and have an arrow shot at me."

"It's not my mother's way, she may be a bully, but she isn't a violent woman. Not that I have ever seen." Aaron said.

"With your father gone, that may change. Now she's top dog."

"True, but that doesn't mean she knows how to use his hunting gear."

"I'd feel safer if you gathered that stuff up first. I don't want any surprises." Bob said.

# Chapter 25

# Light it up

"Do you smell smoke?" Bob asked.

"We live in a cabin, we burn wood, I always smell smoke," Aaron replied.

"This doesn't smell like the smoke I'm used too, I smell burnt hair."

From the direction of the cabin, the sounds of a woman screaming cut through the woods. Both men took off towards the cabin and ran through the woods until they saw the source of the smoke. One of the stakes was ablaze with a person tied to it. From the distance they couldn't tell who, but someone was being roasted alive.

"Who is that?" Bob yelled as he sprinted full speed towards the cabin.

At the cabin, Bob and Aaron were shocked to see Laura tied to a stake and ablaze. She was now silent and leaning over, only ropes held her up.

"Cut her down!" Bob yelled. He turned to see Anne standing with a knife to Cindy's back.

"You touch her and your girlfriend's dead," Anne said.

It was obvious that Laura was either dead or too far gone to save. "Why?" was all Bob could muster.

"She admitted she was a Witch!" Anne yelled.

"Bullshit! She never said that." Bob replied.

"Ask your girlfriend if that's the case."

Bob looked at Cindy and didn't say a word. Cindy nodded and looked at the ground. "When?"

"A few days ago, I overheard these two talking about it. Laura freely admitted to being a Witch."

"She wasn't serious!" Bob yelled. "It must have been some stupid club she was in."

"I heard her conjure a hex against my husband, I heard her with my own ears," Anne said.

"Then why didn't you stop me from killing him?" Bob asked.

"He needed to die, doesn't change the fact your friend was a Witch."

Bob shook his head in disbelief, he was in shock and had no idea what to do next. Laura was too far gone and his girlfriend had a knife to her back. It wasn't like he could call the cops, he was on his own and whatever actions he chose would determine Cindy's fate. "Let her go, Laura is dead."

Anne pushed Cindy away. "Take her, I don't need her anymore."

Cindy ran to Bob and stood behind him. He rubbed his hand on his forehead and asked Anne, "How did you get her tied up? How did you do it with all these people here?"

"They helped me," Anne said.

"What?" Bob said and felt a stab in his neck. It was Cindy, she had a blade and cut Bob from behind. In a pain reflex, Bob spun around to see Cindy holding a knife. "Why did you do that?" he yelled.

Cindy took another swing at Bob and missed.

"Cindy! What are you doing?" Bob yelled.

Cindy looked to Anne for direction. "What should I do?" she asked.

"Kill him," Anne said.

"Why? What did I do?" Bob asked.

"You are cursed with black evil, like your friend who I burned at the stake," Anne said.

"What" I don't even know her, we met last week in a basement."

"She put a hex on you and now you must suffer the same fate as she."

Bob backed away from Cindy, he was injured, but he could outrun a fat girl any day. "I don't know about any hex, but I do know you're one fucked up old bitch." Bob turned to address Cindy. "Cindy, what are you doing listening to her? This morning you were ready to bail on this place and now you're trying to kill me. Hell, you killed Laura."

"You left me, what was I supposed to do?" Cindy asked.

"I was gone for less than a day, I didn't leave you, she said don't come back without food, I didn't have any."

"No, you were leaving me, she was the only one that offered to save me," Cindy said.

"How did she fucking manage to brainwash you in less than eight hours?" Bob asked. "Is she fucking with your food?"

"I'm so confused," Cindy said with a tear. "I thought you left me."

"Still doesn't explain why you stabbed me."

"She told me too." Cindy said.

"I didn't hear her say anything."

"Before you came from the woods."

"How did she know I was coming back?" Bob asked. "And since when do you carry a knife with you? Something's not right here."

Cindy stepped forward, looking like she was going to give Bob a hug. He backed away keeping his eye on her right hand. "Drop the knife first," he said.

Cindy held onto the knife, Bob couldn't tell if she was listening to him or not. It was like she was getting directions from someone else entirely.

"Drop the knife!" Bob yelled. She didn't comply. "Who are you?" he asked.

Cindy stood like a trained dog, not moving, not responding.

"She's with me now," Anne said.

"What's with the cryptic shit?" Bob asked. "Next thing you'll tell me you're a Witch. "Silence, just the crackling of burning embers. "You are a Witch, "Bob said. "Now this makes fucking sense, you killed Laura because she was a rival, and now you put Cindy under some sort of spell."

Anne smiled and raised her arms a bit as to show she was figured out. "Yes, you are correct, I am a Witch, and there will be no other in my presence. My husband knew I was a Witch, even condoned it when it was to his benefit. My daughter is carrying the devils seed, provided by her brother Aaron."

Aaron spoke up. "What are you talking about mother?"

"I put you under a hex, I made you have relations with your sister in order to conceive the devils child."

Bob chimed in, "You really believe this shit? He probably fucked her because he was tired of going without and she was the only pussy around. Besides you."

"Believe what you will, I conjured the spell and now the girl is with child."

"Alright, but now what? I have a gaping wound in my neck and the nearest ER is fifty miles away."

"You will die, either by bleeding out or by the spirits," Anne said.

"You mean staph infection?" Bob asked.

"I know not what you mean," Anne replied.

"That can happen from two hundred years of living in the woods by yourself. Which begs the question, where did you meet your husband in the first place? It's not like there are a lot of men to choose from out here?"

"He was my brother," Anne replied.

Bob cocked his head and shook his head. "That makes sense, you've been inbreeding for centuries."

"We make do with what we can," Anne said.

"If that's the case, I need a new plan, I'm not going to stand around here while you try to kill me," Bob said. "What about you're Aaron?"

"Is this true mother?" Aaron asked.

"Yes, now do your mothers bidding and restrain that man."

Bob stepped away from Aaron, "No thanks, nobody's going to restrain me. Aaron, your mother is an inbred nut case, we need to get the weapons."

"Yeah," Aaron said and took off behind the cabin to get the hunting supplies.

"You on the other hand, need to be taken down a notch," Bob said to Anne.

"What are you going to do?" Anne said laughing.

"Thinking about using that other stake, put you up there and see how you like to be burned alive."

"You? Who's going to help you?" Anne asked.

"Aaron for one," Bob replied.

"No, he will side with his mother."

"Don't be so sure," Bob said.

"I got your own girlfriend to side with me, my son will be no harder."

"My girlfriend, as you put it, seems to suffer from some emotional issues that you played on and manipulated. You scared her into following you, you may have even drugged her, I don't know, but it won't last forever."

Aaron returned with a sack full of hunting tools.

"Good, let me see those," Bob said with his hand out.

Aaron looked to his mother for approval.

"Hey, Aaron, over here," Bob said.

Aaron hesitated.

"Not you too!" Bob said.

Aaron handed the sack to Bob and stepped away from his mother.

"That's more like it, are you hiding anything?" Bob asked.

Aaron held out his arms to show he was unarmed.

"Spin around," Bob said.

Aaron complied and spun around showing he had no weapons.

"You're on my side, right?" Bob asked.

"I'm against my mother, let's put it that way."

"Good, now let's tie her up. Oh, but first, Cindy, may I have your knife?"

Cindy held out the knife blade first.

"Just toss it over, "Bob said. Cindy compiled and waited for more instructions. None came.

"Ok, first thing, momma needs to be tied up," Bob said.

Nobody moved.

"I have a stab wound in my neck, now please, will someone get her before she fucks up anything else."

Aaron stepped over and took his mother by the arm.

"What are you doing boy?" she asked.

"I'm going to make sure you don't hurt anyone else."

Bob looked to Cindy, "Find some rope, tie her up."

Cindy walked into the cabin to find some rope.

Bob walked over to the stake where Linda was now a burned carcass. Slumped over, he couldn't see her face, and that was fine with him. The fire had died down to a few flickers here and there and most of the coals were buried under ash. He knew she'd need to be cut down, and her body put out in the woods for the Wolves. But not tonight, the buried embers were too hot and he was in too much pain.

# Chapter 26

# Devil's Fruit

Cindy ran from the cabin yelling, "They baby's gone! It's gone!"

Bob yelled, "What are you talking about?"

"Sandra's in the cabin, but her baby's gone."

Bob and Aaron ran back into the cabin, Cindy stayed outside to watch Anne. One the bed lie the sister, no longer pregnant, awake and alert. "Where is your baby?" Bob asked.

"I don't know, they took him," she replied.

"They who?" Aaron asked.

"The angels."

"This place is getting too fucking weird for me, what angels? Who are you talking about?" Bob asked.

"They came while you were outside, they took my son."

"I don't know who could have come here and done this," Bob said. "I didn't see anyone. But then we were busy with the fire, someone could have come in and taken the baby, but how? Did they cut it out of you?' Bob asked.

"No," she said.

"Did you deliver it?"

"No, they took it without touching me. He was in me, and then they took him."

"I don't see any blood," Aaron said.

"Neither do I, are you sure you were pregnant?" Bob asked.

"I was six months along, I know I was pregnant."

"Aaron, is she a nut case like her mother? Is there a chance she was faking it?" Bob asked.

Aaron shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know. "I saw the bump, I think she was pregnant."

Bob lifted up her dress and looked at her belly. It was flat. "I'm not doctor, I don't know what's going on. She might be a psycho like her mother and made this whole pregnancy up. I wasn't here when she got knocked up. You all seem like crazy fuckers to me."

"I had a baby in my, I know," she said.

"And some people think they have been abducted by aliens, I don't buy it. Nobody sneaks into a cabin and steals a baby."

"Angels do," she replied.

"Get up," Bob said.

Sandra got off the bed and stood up. Her dress lay flat now against her belly, not like before.

"You know what? I don't think this is anything to worry about. If there was a baby in distress, I'd be freaking out, but there is no evidence there ever was a baby to start with. Unless I hear the crying of a baby, I'm not bothering with this."

Aaron spoke up. "Sandra, where did they take the baby?"

"They took him to father," she replied.

"What?" Aaron asked. "Did you see the angels?"

"Yes, they were short, dark women, dressed in rags."

Bob chimed in, "Not my idea of angels."

"How did they get in?" Aaron asked.

"I didn't see them come in, I didn't see them leave, it was like a dream."

"If I'd known how much of a horror house this would be, I think I would have kept walking and found someplace else to stay. Of all the bullshit that's happened so far tonight, this is about the least of my problems. I still have a wound in my neck, a Witch tied up outside and a lady roasted on a stick next to the house."

"Find my baby please?" Sandra asked.

"No, you find your baby," Bob replied. "I'm going to find a bandage for my neck." Bob poked around and looked for a cloth to tie around his neck. He found a pile of rags by the bed, pulled one off and saw at a dead baby lying on the floor. The umbilical cord was still attached but there was no blood.

"I think I found it," Bob said.

Aaron stepped over and looked down at the dead baby on the floor. He was stunned and in shock.

Sandra ran over to the baby and screamed, "My baby!" She got down on a knee and scooped it into her arms.

Neither Bob nor Aaron knew what to say. She wasn't lying, somehow she delivered a baby, whether it was dead or alive at the time of delivery nobody knew, but at least the body was found.

"I can't take much more of this shit," Bob said. "I'm out of here at daylight."

"What about your wound?" Aaron asked.

"There's nothing for me here, nothing, I'll take my chances in the woods."

"You've bled a lot already."

"Yeah, but it stopped," then an idea crossed his mind. What if all this were a delusion created by the blood loss, or a quick acting infection. Maybe he was imagining this. It looked real, it felt real, but in his condition, it was sort of like being drunk. "I'm taking a nap, then I'm leaving at dawn. Take care of your mother, make sure she can't get free, I don't need her killing me in my sleep."

"What should we do with the baby?" Aaron asked.

"Seem like the woods is where we're putting all the bodies," Bob replied.

"You're not putting my baby in the woods to be eaten by wolves," Sandra snapped.

"You have a better idea?" Bob asked.

"I will bury it in the morning, give it a proper funeral," she said looking down at the lifeless body in her arms.

"Fine," Bob said. "I'm going to check on mother." Bob stepped out on the porch expecting to see Anne tied up sitting on the ground, instead what he saw made his jaw hit the floor. The fire that had been burning under Laura was now burning with fresh wood; Cindy and Anne were lying on the ground in the light from the fire, nude and engaged in a lesbian sex act.

"Holy buckets of shit, now what?" Bob asked in amazement. "All I need to see now is Laura and daddy come back from the dead and my day will be complete." Bob walked down the steps and over to the two women busy working on each other. He pulled back his right leg and kicked Anne off of Cindy. "Stop that shit!" he said. "Cindy, what the hell are you doing now? You're supposed to be my girlfriend!"

Anne stood up, nude, and said, "She is in my coven now!"

Bob slapped her in the face and kicked her to the ground. "Take that bitch," he replied.

Cindy got to her feet, again, she was nude. "I am hers now," Cindy said.

"I didn't know you went both ways," Bob said. "This really blows, I thought if I ever caught you cheating on me, it would be with a dude."

"Most men don't consider lesbian sex as cheating," Cindy said.

"I consider a dildo cheating, so shut the fuck up whore," Bob said.

"You can't hurt me, her power covers me,"

"She's on the ground, I don't see a lot of power displayed" Bob said.

"We will put a powerful hex on you, and you will be ours," Cindy said.

"I liked you more when you weren't such a bitch," Bob said.

"Bitch?" Cindy laughed.

"I don't think this is the real you, ok? I won't take you too seriously, but if you ever want to get back with me, you better cut out the carpet munching. You know my stance on cheaters."

"Yeah, your poor mommy," Cindy laughed.

"You're preaching to the choir, you're not going to piss me off dissing on her."

"You got your little feelings hurt did you?" Cindy taunted.

"I guess so," Bob said. "If you want me to bring it on, keep going. I'm not sure why you want your ass kicked so badly right now.

"Buck up asshole, you're mommy isn't the problem, it's you. Nobody wanted you, everyone wanted your mommy. You're jealous of a whore," Cindy said.

"Jealous? Fuck you," Bob snapped.

"You had to wait in the car while your mommy fucked everyone in town. I bet she came back smelling like cum and cash."

"Yeah, so what?"

"No woman wants you, no woman."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you and I date for a while?" Bob asked.

"That was pity sex, I never liked you."

"It was more than sex."

"No, you are wrong," Cindy said. "And it was bad sex, sex like fucking an idiot."

"If you're trying to pick a fight, you're doing a good job," Bob said.

Cindy stepped over to Bob and looked him in the eye. "The thought of having sex with you makes me sick."

"Why are you saying this?" Bob asked.

Cindy shook her head in disgust and walked back to Anne. The two embraced in a kiss and looked back to Bob as if saying "We are one, you no longer count."

"You know, I could care less about your new girlfriend, who is old enough to be your mother," Bob said. "I knew we'd never last."

"Think of her as your mother," Cindy said.

Now Bob was about ready to pop his cork. Comparing Anne to his own mother, standing nude in front of him making out with another woman was about all Bob could take. His neck still hurt from the stab wound but he was on the verge of kicking ass and takin names. In the back of his head he knew Cindy was baiting him into something, what he didn't know.

"My mother is my business, you two fucking whores are in a league of your own."

Cindy replied, "Think of your mother when I kiss her, think about your mother hiding out from your father for the sweet sex from another. Think about how that affected your home, your childhood."

Bob began to shake. He grit his teeth and tried to walk away, but the visions of his past came up like vomit from his stomach. He had no choice but to remember the fights, the cheating, and the past. "Do you want me to beat the shit out of you? Is that your goal?"

"You are a little boy, you can't do anything to change this, nothing."

"Oh, things have changed a lot in the last thirty years honey, don't play that psycho bullshit on me! I know who you are, I know what you're doing and it isn't going to work. If you want an ass kicking, that's fine, bring it on. I have no issue beating the shit of of a woman who deserves it, and right now, you're pushing it."

"We're waiting little boy," Anne said.

Then it hit Bob, why were they baiting him into a fight? What were they trying to do? He stood still and though for a reason why they would want him to harm them, he had nothing. But he knew that if he did what they wanted, it would end badly for him. So he decided not to fall for a trap. "Go fuck yourselves, again," he said and walked back to the cabin.

# Chapter 27

# Under the Spell

It was midafternoon when Bob woke in the cabin, the sun was shining through the window and the smell of cooking meat filled the air. He sat up and immediately felt the pain in his neck, but he needed to see what was going on. He got out of bed and walked to the door, from there he opened it and saw Anne cooking. It didn't seem like anything was different than any other day, she often cooked outside over a fire and usually her meals were very good. The only issue Bob had was that he was still there and didn't know when he fell asleep or how he got in the bed.

Anne heard the door open and looked up to Bob standing in the doorway. She was dressed like usual and acted like nothing had ever happened. "Good afternoon," she said.

"What's going on?" Bob asked. "Where is everybody?"

"Cindy's doing laundry, the children are gathering firewood from the forest."

Bob looked at the meat Anne was cooking. "Where did you get that?" he asked.

"Aaron caught some beaver this morning," Anne replied. "I bet you're hungry."

Bob stepped down the stairs and walked over to Anne. "You're awfully chipper for what happened last night."

"That was last night, today is a new day."

"That doesn't change what happened to Laura."

"No, it doesn't."

"What? Were you high on mushrooms last night or something?" Bob asked.

Anne ignored the question and poked at the meat hanging from the spit.

"No, seriously, were you on drugs last night?"

"Part of my Witchcraft uses herbs," Anne replied.

"So you got high and cruelly tortured an innocent woman to death because you were using "herbs?"

"No, I burned her because she was a Witch."

"So are you, that's what you told me."

"I know, that doesn't mean I can't burn another Witch."

"Why? What did she do to you?" Bob asked.

"It's not what she did, but what she could do. I didn't need another Witch trying to take over."

"Why do you assume she would have?" Bob asked.

"I know women, I know how we think, it would have been only a matter of time," Anne replied.

"She said she did it with her friends, like a club, she wasn't really a Witch. She did it to have friends. Lots of kids do stupid things to fit in."

"That may be so, but what's done is done," Anne replied. "Don't try to play the innocent, you killed my husband."

"You are not comparing what I did to what you did are you? Your husband was going to kill my friends, I was trying to save lives."

"So was I," Anne replied.

"No, you were trying to save your own hide, you didn't want someone else taking your power!"

"How do you think she would take my power? By asking? No, she would have had to kill me, I was only defending my own life," Anne replied.

Bob looked over to where Anne had been burned to the stake, her body was gone and all that was left was ashes. "What did you do with her body? Is she in the woods?"

Anne hesitated.

"Hello? I'm talking to you." Then Bob looked at the meat hanging from the spit. It looked way too large to be from a beaver. "Is that?"

Anne picked of a piece of meat from the spit and put it in her mouth. She chewed it and closed her eyes. "The best way to absorb a Witches power is to consume the Witch," she said with a smile.

The thought of Laura cooking over an open fire wretched what little was left in Bob's stomach. He hadn't eaten for so long that he only could muster dry heaves. "Why did you say that was beaver?"

"I thought about serving some to you, but I knew you'd figure it out soon enough."

"What about your husband? Did you eat him too?" Bob asked.

"No, he's bones in the woods," she replied.

"What about the baby?"

"Also in the woods," Anne replied.

"How do I know? You seem to have a real problem telling the truth."

"I'll make this simple for you ok? If you don't catch it, clean it and cook it, don't eat it," Anne said with a smile.

"That won't be a problem, I'm leaving as soon as I can."

"Where will you go? The nearest road is miles away, and you don't know how to get there, unless you want to go back the way you came. From what you said, those people are almost as bad as we are. Didn't you say they ate people as well?" Anne asked.

"Yeah, what's the odds of two cannibalistic groups living so close together in the middle of Colorado?"

"I'm not a cannibal, I only eat Witches, for the most part, I eat what we get from the woods." Anne said.

"Splitting hairs are we?" Bob asked.

"If you need to know, this is the first Witch I've ever eaten."

"Why do I not believe you?" Bob asked.

"You are the first people we've seen since I was a child. I can't remember them, all I know is that they stayed for a short while and went on their way."

"Then how did you learn about eating Witches in the first place?" Bob asked.

"From my mother, she handed down all of her know how to me. We spent many nights reading from her book of Witchcraft at the fireplace."

Bob took a deep breath and got a nose full of smoke. He coughed and rubbed his neck. "What about Cindy? How did you get her to go against me?"

"I used a spell," Anne replied.

"And?"

"Nothing else, spells are powerful, they work well on some, not so well on others. Cindy was putty in my hands."

"You used hypnotism," Bob said.

"What is that?"

"Mind control."

"I suppose you could say that," Anne said.

"You hypnotized her without knowing what you were doing. Those wear off quickly, I wonder if she's back to normal."

"Go see for yourself, she's doing the washing at the lake."

Bob walked behind the Cabin where Cindy was kneeling down scrubbing a skirt against some rocks. She was again dressed in her Puritan style smock this time with a head bonnet. The closer he got to her, the less he thought he was going to get anywhere with her. She heard his footsteps and sat up. "Good afternoon," she said.

"Good afternoon to you," Bob replied. "How are you today?"

"Fine, why do you ask?"

"Well, for one thing, last night you stabbed me in the neck and left me for a sixty year old Witch."

"Oh that, yeah, sorry about that," Cindy said.

"Seriously? Or are you yanking my chain?"

"I don't know what came over me, last night was pretty fucked up."

"No kidding, do you remember what happened?" Bob asked.

"Yes, why do you ask?" Cindy asked.

"You do realize you burned Laura at the stake right?"

"Yes,"

"And how does that make you feel?" Bob asked trying to summon his inner therapist.

Cindy shrugged her shoulders like she didn't really care.

"What does that mean?" Bob asked.

"She deserved it, she was a Witch."

Bob quickly realized that not much had changed in the last eight hours and that Cindy was still on some sort of drugs, a curse or just fucked up in general. "How did I get in bed last night?"

"I put you there, after you fell asleep."

"Fell asleep?" Bob asked.

"Anne put a sleep spell on you."

Bob shook his head in disbelief. "No, I don't think so."

"Then you went to bed on your own."

Bob was confused and neither answer made any sense. "You know, I don't have a clue how I ended up in that bed, and I probably won't ever know. But here I am and I need to get the fuck out of here. I was going to ask you to go with me, hoping you were back to normal, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen."

"You can't leave," Cindy said flat.

"Who's going to stop me?" Bob asked.

"Anne put a curse on you, you can never leave."

"Bullshit!" Bob yelled. "Nobody, not even some self-declared Witch is going to stop me from getting out of this fucked up carnival."

"I have nothing to do with it, she cast the spell."

"I'll be gone by this evening, I just need to gather some supplies. I might not be Davy Crockett, but I can walk through the woods and find a fucking road."

"Do what you want," Cindy said.

"I don't need your permission," Bob replied pissed. "I don't know what she did to you, but you have really turned into a fucking bitch. I thought we had something."

"We still do."

"How? You and Queen Witch are a couple."

"She is my master, not my lover."

"Could have fooled me. You know what? I think I'm gonna head out right now, no time better than the present."

"Suit yourself?" Cindy replied and went on with her washing.

Bob turned and walked away heading towards the woods, he had plenty of daylight left in the day and had a general idea where the road was based where the house was he escaped from. He hadn't eaten in a day and was semi dehydrated, but a quick drink from the well would fix that. He turned back to the house and headed for the well all while keeping an eye on Cindy who was busy scrubbing dirty clothes.

After a long cool drink, he wiped his mouth and took off again towards the woods, until he saw someone standing next to Cindy he vaguely recognized. It looked like Mark, the photographer that sold him out so long ago. What the fuck was Mark doing out here in the middle of nowhere, the last he knew he was taking pictures of kids at the mall. He had no love for Mark, for Mark had helped his captives escape and put him on the run.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Bob asked walking over to where Cindy and Mark were by the lake.

"I'm checking up on an old friend," Mark said.

"Who would that be?" Bob asked.

"You of course, it's been months."

"How did you get out here? How did you find me?" Bob asked.

"I heard that you were out here."

"From who?" Bob asked.

Mark had no answer.

"Who told you I was out here!?" Bob yelled.

"How have you been?" Mark asked. It was like he was someone else, vacant and robotic.

"Really shitty, now what the fuck are you doing out here?"

Mark stood and didn't reply. He had sort of a blank expression.

"Am I having hallucinations?" Bob asked. "You can't be fucking real."

"I thought maybe we could visit, talk about old times," Mark said.

"Old times? Who are you? Really?" Bob asked. "If you were really Mark, you wouldn't be asking me about how I left you for dead."

Mark continued to stare at Bob, no reply.

Bob walked over to Mark and lifted up his shirt looking for bullet wounds, he saw none. "Where are the bullet holes?" Bob asked.

"Let's go back to the cabin, I have much to tell you," Mark said.

"No, the first thing you're going to do is tell me why you don't have bullet holes in your chest."

Mark raised his hands as to say, "I got nothing." Then it occurred to Bob what was really going on. He looked to Cindy who was now standing next to Mark. "Spell huh? Good one."

"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.

"You're trying to keep me here so you conjure up Mark to entertain me and distract me to keep me here. He isn't real. He should be full of bullet holes, you seem to have forgotten that," Bob said.

Cindy replied, "I didn't cast the spell, Anne did."

"Either way, you fucked it up, you need to do your research better next time," Bob said. "Now that I figured out your scam, what happens to him?"

Mark spoke up, "I'm not to be gotten rid of, I'm here, for real."

"I don't know exactly who you are, but I know you're not Mark, you may be here to keep me from leaving, but that doesn't mean I can't give it a try.

Anne came around the cabin and walked over to the group. She stopped when she saw a man she didn't recognize standing with Cindy and Bob. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Don't play dumb, you conjured up Mark here to keep me from leaving," Bob said.

"I did cast a spell, but I didn't conjure anyone," Anne replied with a lie. "The spell manifests itself however it pleases."

"You make it sound like this spell is human. That's why this guy looks like Mark, but talks like a door knob. He doesn't know anything about Mark."  
"Who is Mark?" Anne asked.

"A guy I used to hang with, no so much anymore." Bob replied. "I have an idea, let's see if you really are who you say you are. If you're Mark, tell me what happened to your wife?"

Mark stood silent.

"Do you remember your wife?" Bob asked.

"Let's not bring up the past," Mark said.

"You don't want to bring up the past because you don't know the past. You're hoping I play along like some fucking idiot. Now move, I have places I need to be." Bob tried to walk around Mark, but Mark moved in his path. "Get the fuck away from me before I bust you up again!" Bob yelled.

Mark didn't move.

Bob stood eye to eye with Mark playing a game of chicken. Not knowing exactly who this was he was dealing with, Bob was a bit nervous about tempting his fate. But time was wasting and he knew he had to leave, so he pushed Mark and tried to shove him aside. Mark moved with the pressure, but bounced right back. "Get the fuck away from me!" Bob yelled.

Mark stood firm and said nothing.

"Fine," Bob said and took a swing at Mark. The punch connected to his right jaw and Mark fell to the ground. Bob then took a step towards Anne and yelled, "Take this spell off!"

Anne smiled and replied, "So you believe in Witches now?"

Bob eyed the unburned stake in the distance behind Anne. "I think I know how to fix this."

Anne turned her head to look at the stake and back to Bob. "You plan to burn me?"

"The thought crossed my mind."

"How are you going to do that? No one is going to help you, and I'm not going willingly."

"You can't keep me here!" Bob snapped.

Anne turned to walk away, but before she turned from Bob completely, she said, "Try to stop me."

Infuriated, Bob ran to Anne and grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around and put his hands around her neck. In an instant, Cindy and Mark jumped Bob and took him to the ground. Anne was free.

"Take him to the cabin, tie him to the porch," Anne said walking away.

Bound to the staircase with rope,, Bob watched as the man who looked like Mark sat down in the grass across from him. He didn't know why he was sitting there, he wasn't sure this was really a man. Bob spoke up, "Who are you? Really?"

"My name is the wind," the man said.

"The wind?" Bob asked. "Literally? First name, "The" last name "Wind?"

"No, metaphorically, like in ever changing."

"For the sake of conversation, can you come up with a name I can use? And don't say Mark, I hate that fucker."

"Call me Jack," Jack said.

"Ok Jack, what do you say you untie me and let me go?" Bob asked.

"No, I was brought here to keep you from leaving."

"By the queen Witch over there?"

"Yes," Jack replied

"Where did she dig you up? "Jack asked.

"I was stolen from my mother, she removed me to use for her needs."

"What?" Bob asked. "You're a little old to be stolen from your mother."

"I was not yet born when I was taken,"

It took a moment, but then it hit Bob like a brick in the head. "You're the baby we found under the blanket and tossed in the woods?"

"Yes," Jack replied.

"Have you met your mother?"

"No, not yet."

"Holy shit, this is crazy!"

"Tell me about it, my soul was hijacked before I was born," Jack said.

"Is there any way you can let me go? Do you have a price?"

"I do have a price," Jack replied.

"How much?"

"Free me from my bonds and I will let you go."

"I was trying but you stopped me," Bob said.

"She is not the one who holds my bonds, it is another."

"I hope whoever this is, is close by because I seem to be stuck in this shit hole."

"My bonds are held by you," Jack said.

"What?"

"I was brought here to hold you here, you are the reason I am trapped, and you are the only one who can let me go."

"Go then," Bob said.

"It's not that easy."

"Then spill it, I don't have all day!"

"The Witch who cast the spell must end the spell, then we are both free to go."

"What's the chances of that happening?" Bob asked.

"You know her better than I do," Jack said.

"Not by much."

# Chapter 28

# Feast

That evening, the group sat at the table for a feast. It had been a good day; Aaron had killed a deer allowing everyone a good meal. The cabin was cramped, but there was enough room for the family and guests. At the head of the table sat the leader and Witch Anne. Around the table sat Aaron, Bob, Sandra, Jack and Cindy.

Bob spoke up first, "So isn't this awkward?"

Anne replied. "What do you mean?"

Bob looked over to Sandra and asked, "Have you met Jack?"

Sandra looked at Jack and smiled. She replied, "No, not yet."

Bob then looked to Anne, "Don't you think you should introduce them to each other?"

"What do you mean?" Anne asked.

"Jack and I had a little chat today, let me in on a little secret."

Concerned, Sandra spoke up, "What's going on?"

"Ask your mother about Jack here." Bob said.

Sandra looked at her mother and didn't ask anything, but her eyes did.

"I don't know what he's talking about," Anne said pushing her plate near the deer steak.

Bob shook his head in disgust. "Tell Sandra where you dug up Jack."

"He came from the woods, looking for food and shelter."

"Uh huh, "Bob said. "Is that true Jack?" Bob asked Jack.

Jack stuffed his face with deer and acted like he didn't hear the question.

Sandra was very confused and became angry. "What is going on here?"

Bob took a sip of water and without missing a beat replied, "Sandra, meet your son."

The room went silent as Sandra looked at Jack, then at Anne. "Mother, what is he talking about?"

Anne ignored her daughter and cut the meat on her plate.

"Mother!" Sandra yelled.

"Yes! He is your son!" Anne snapped back spitting deer meat across the table.

Sandra stood and stepped back from the table. "How can this be?" she asked.

"I took him from you, I needed a soul now that your father is gone," Anne replied.

"But how did you put his soul into this man's body?" Sandra asked.

"Once I captured the soul, the elements put the body together, I had nothing to do with that. The spell takes care of the details," Anne replied.

Sandra looked to Jack who was looking back up at her cowering back in his chair. "Do you know me?"

"No, I don't, I wasn't yet born, when I came to be in this body, it was like I was born with knowledge, yet not the knowledge of you. I could speak, and walk, and do other things, but it was like I was lost and just found. I wasn't in control of myself, it was as if I was being guided by another, and still am to some extent."

"So you are my son?" Sandra asked.

"Yes, I think so," Jack replied.

Sandra took off towards her mother and reached across the table. She was able to grab her by the sleeve of her dress and drag her back across the table. She shouted at her mother as she pounded on her head and pulled her hair. "You bitch! You evil demon witch!" Sandra yelled. Nobody tried to stop her.

"Get her off me!" Anne yelled.

Sandra continued to pound on her mother's head and pull her hair. She stopped briefly to pick up a knife which she used to stab her mother repeatedly in the back. Blood flowed onto the table and after a few minutes of multiple sticks, Anne slowed down. She lay flat and relaxed on the table spread out in a pool of her own blood. She continued to breath, and she coughed and hacked as the blood filled her lungs. It was like she couldn't die.

Bob leaned back in his chair and said, "That was fucking intense. I never want to piss you off."

"Is she dead?" Jack asked.

Bob could see blood snot bubbles coming out of her nose. "No, she's still hanging on."

"If she dies without lifting the spell, I would be able to let you leave here," Jack said. "In other words, I wouldn't let her die."

Bob's eyes opened wide. "I'm no fucking surgeon! She's full of holes! What am I supposed to do? She's in no condition to be lifting any spells!"

"I'm just saying," Jack said.

"Is there any other way? Any loopholes?" Bob asked. "Can I smear her blood on the wall and cast my own spell?"

"You can try, but it would be pretty weak, you have to be a Witch or Warlock to really perform spells right."

"Is anyone else here a Witch? Sandra?" Bob asked.

Regaining her breath, Sandra shook her head no.

Bob stood up and grabbed Anne by the shoulders. He flipped her over onto her back and began to shake her like she had been choking on a grape. "Anne, Anne, are you ok?" he yelled. Only gurgles. "We need to start cpr! Who knows cpr?"

"What's cpr?" Aaron asked.

Now covered in blood, Bob sat back down and watched his one chance at getting out fade away. Slowly, Anne stopped breathing and the blood stopped flowing from her wounds. It was over. "Fuck, now I'm trapped." he said under his breath. After a moment of reflection, he added, "You know? Since I came here, three people have died. That's probably more than have died here in the last twenty five years. I must be really bad luck."

Jack spoke up, "Actually, it's only two, and I'm still here."

"Yeah, but there's a baby's body buried out here somewhere,"

"But I'm the soul from that baby," Jack said.

"That's what you say, who knows if you're fucking with me," Bob said. "Actually, I don't really see any way you can keep me here, just because you said you can, doesn't mean you can." With that thought in mind, Bob picked up a steak knife and pointed it towards Jack. "Maybe now is a good time to take off and get the fuck out of here."

"I can't let you go," 'Jack said.

"Why not? She's dead, who cares now?" Bob asked.

"A spell is a spell, dead or not, I can't escape it."

"Let me help you try," Bob said taking a swing at Jacks face with the knife. Jack backed up when the knife swept by. "Why did you do that?" Bob asked.

"Do what?" Jack asked.

"Move back? If you have the ability to stop me from leaving here, then you should be immune from me stopping you."

"Make sense man!"

"If you're scared of my knife, then I must have the ability to kill you, or at least harm you enough to get away. If you were all that, you'd just reach out and grab the knife from me. You are not some immortal soul, you are as human as I am!" Bob said. "And that means I can leave. You're playing a con game with me!"

"Maybe so, but where would you go?" Jack asked. "You're on the run, you have nowhere to go! This place is your best option."

"I'll admit I don't have a lot out there, but staying here isn't going to help me much in the long run. Out there I can hide and survive, here, I'm not so sure," Bob replied.

"I don't want to stop you, I have no choice," Jack said.

"I have a question, why do they burn Witches?" Bob asked.

"That's the only way to be sure a Witch is dead," Sandra replied.

"So until Anne is burned at the stake, she may come back?" Bob asked.

"Possible, but unlikely," Sandra said. "I'm pretty sure she's dead."

"Is there a spell that can bring her back?" Bob asked.

"I'm sure there is, but I don't know what it is or where to find it, she kept her Witchcraft to herself." Sandra said.

"She must have a book of spells somewhere around here," Bob said.

"Good luck finding it," Sandra said. "Why would you want to bring her back anyway? She's full of holes."

"I only need her alive long enough to take the spell off me."

"Why would she?" Sandra asked. "What does she have to lose she hasn't already lost?"

"You're right, sorry Jack, I got to take you out, and it's the only way."

"You're not fighting me, you're fighting the spell. You could chop me into bits, but I have a feeling my bits would crawl after you and reform in order to stop you either way," Jack said. "You're trapped."

# Chapter 29

# 6 Months Later

Bob stopped for a moment to take a look around, it was mid-winter and snow now covered the forest floor. He and Jack had been hunting for hours and the cabin was miles away. Not too far away that Jack couldn't take Bob back by force if he had too. They formed an arrangement, as long as they were together, they could venture away from the cabin, but the spell still kept Jack from letting Bob escape. Today was very cold, and hunting wasn't going well.

"We need to get back," Jack said. He had grown a full beard, just like Bob and both were dressed in full winter hunting clothes.

"One more hour," Bob said. "We can't go back with nothing."

"My feet are freezing," Jack said.

Then Bob saw something, hanging from a tree branch. He climbed over some brush and pushed away some branches until he got a clear view. It was a human arm. He stepped through the thick snow to the other side of the tree and to his horror saw the rest of the body it was attached too. "Get over here!" Bob yelled.

Jack tried as quickly as he could to get through the thick snow to where Bob was standing, when he got there he saw the nude body of a young woman frozen atop a large tree branch. She was frostbitten and starting to turn black. "What the hell?" Jack asked.

"She was trying to get away from the coyotes," Bob said. "And froze to death instead."

"Where did she come from?" Jack asked.

"The same place I did, those sick fucks that capture and eat people. She must have got away like we did, only it was winter and she didn't have any clothes."

"How long has she been here?"

"Who knows? Could be a month, it's been fucking cold this winter."

"How old do you think she is?"

Bob stepped in closer and looked into her blackened face. He eyes were closed but it was fairly easy to see she was young. "Fifteen maybe?" Bob replied.

"We should do something about this," Jack said.

"I'd love to, but you won't let me leave the cabin."

Jack stood thinking. He was shocked, horrified and livid all at the same time. He knew he was bound by the spell, but also knew something needed to be done. "There must be a way."

"When you figure it out let me know, it's five miles to their place. That's a long way from the cabin. Is there some sort of spirit you can consult?"

"No, without a book of spells, I can't do anything."

"Why can't you make up your own spells? I mean, who wrote those in the first place?" Bob asked. "Who's granting all this power anyway?"

"I don't know, but I'm bound by them." Jack replied.

"We searched the cabins forever looking for her spell book and it doesn't exist, are you telling me you're going to allow innocent people to continue to be killed because of a technicality?" Bob asked.

"Technicality? If it weren't for a spell, I'd be a two month old infant now instead of a full grown man standing out here in the freezing cold debating you."

"Ok, "Bob said getting a headache. "So far we've managed to be able to move about a mile from the cabin in order to hunt, I think as long as you and I are together, we might be able to make it to the house where they're killing people."

"I don't think so," Jack said. "The further away from the cabin we get the more I feel the need to contain you. I can't explain it, but this is about my limit."

"If I took off running right now, what would you do?" Bob asked.

"I'd chase you until I got you and haul you back."

"But you said your feet are freezing, you must have limitations."

Jack stood thinking. He looked down at his feet and tried to curl his toes. They were almost frozen in place. What if Bob took off? What could he do? "Try it."

"What?" Bob asked.

"Try to run."

"Are you taunting me?" Bob asked.

"No, I want you to escape if you can."

"You're serious?"

"Go."

Bob stepped away from Jack and watched to see what would happen. He stepped further and Jack stood gritting his teeth in pain. "Are you ok?' Bob asked.

"My feet are numb but my toes are burning, it hurts like hell."

Bob continued to walk away keeping Jack in his view. For a moment he felt sorry for the man he got to know over the last six months, but also knew this might be his one chance to get away. Get away to what he didn't know, but the image of the frozen girl enraged him enough to want to take down Momma and her cannibalistic boys. Then Bob stopped in his tracks. He knew he needed help, he couldn't take them down by himself, there had to be another way.

"What are you doing?" Jack yelled.

Bob walked back over to Jack and replied, "I don't know if it's the spell, but I can't leave you here to freeze to death. Plus I need help if I'm going to shut down their operation. There must be a book of spells, we just missed it."

"Anne is dead, how do we find it? We looked everywhere," Jack said.

"She may be dead, but she can still answer a few questions."

"What do you mean?" Jack asked.

"If your spirit was transferred from a baby to a man, a man that didn't exist, then somehow I can conjure up Anne's spirit and get her to talk."

"She wouldn't tell you if she were alive, why would she tell you now?" Jack asked.

"That fucking bitch!" Bob shouted. "You know what? I'm going to make up my own fucking spells, how does that sound?"

"Desperate."

"Maybe so, but what are spells? Just words used to guide spirits."

"Helps if you believe in them," Jack said.

"I believe in you, good enough for me," Bob replied.

"My feet are still freezing," Jack said.

"I know, let's get you back to the cabin."

"What about the girl?" Jack asked.

"Have to leave her for now, can't bury her in the frozen ground now anyway."

Bob and Jack slowly walked through the forest back to the cabin. It took an hour and Jack's feet were on the verge of frostbite, but they make it back to the warm fireplace and thawed out his toes. Inside the cabin with them were Cindy and Sandra. Aaron was out back cutting firewood.

After hearing Bob's idea, Cindy formulated a plan, she asked everyone to sit around the table and work on breaking the binding spell that kept Bob trapped. Aaron joined the group and they all stood in the dark cabin, lit only by the fireplace, waiting for Cindy to speak.

"Join hands," Cindy said. Everyone joined hands and looked to Cindy for instructions. "I would like to address the spirits that bind my friends to this cabin," she said looking up into the rafters. The flickering of the flames from the fireplace made the shadows dance. "I am speaking to the spirits that bind Bob to this cabin, will you respond?" she asked.

The heat from the fireplace did little to warm the far ends of the cabin and Cindy began to shiver.

"Is it the spirits?" Sandra asked.

"I'm fucking freezing," Cindy said.

"Is that a sign?"

"Aaron, can you put some more wood in the fire?" Cindy asked.

Aaron broke from the group and put some cut wood on the fire kicking up embers that spat and snapped. He returned to his seat and joined hands again.

Once again Cindy addressed the spirits, "Are you with me? Do you hear me? Please give me a sign."

Everyone was quiet waiting for a reply. All they could hear was the sound of the fire and the whistle of the wind outside. Then a knock at the door.

"What the hell?" Bob said under his breath.

"Get the door," Cindy said. She was shivering more now than before.

Another knock sounded at the door. Bob stood up and walked over to the door, he unlatched the wood lock pin and slowly opened it. To his shock and horror, standing in the door was his mother.

"Are you going to let me in?" she asked.

Bob stepped back and let his mother walking into the cabin, he walked around her and pulled the door shut. "What are you doing here?" Bob asked.

"You're looking for a Witch aren't you?" she replied.

Bob stood dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say, but found the words anyway. "How did you get out here?" he asked.

"It wasn't hard," she replied.

"Why you?"

"You're friend requested the spirit that binds you to this cabin, that is me."

"You? No, it was Anne, the woman who cast the spell in the first place!"

"No, you're not bound by her spell, you're bound by your hatred of me," she replied.

"What do you mean?" Bob asked.

"You could leave whenever you wanted, you chose to stay because you wanted to disappear, you hated me for what I did to your father and to you."

Bob looked over to Jack. "Is that right? Could I have left if I wanted?"

Jack replied, "You could have left me back in the woods, you chose to stay."

Realizing that the spell may have been nothing more than a suggestion that kept him from returning to the real world, Bob now had to reconcile what he was hearing with what he was doing. "Are you real?" Bob asked. "Or am I making you up in my mind right now?"

"I'm as real as you need me to be," his mother replied.

Bob turned to the group sitting at the table. "Do you see her?" he asked.

Nobody replied. It was as if they all thought he was nuts.

"Does anyone see a sixty year old woman standing right here?" he asked.

Cindy replied, "No."

Bob looked back at his mother and she was gone. At that moment, everything changed for Bob, he no longer needed to hide, he was sick of the life he was leading and needed to live again, if for only a short time. The girl in the tree weighed heavy on his mind, and he wanted nothing more than to stop Momma and her family from killing any more innocent people. He looked to Jack and said, "I'm leaving."

"I know," Jack replied.

"And you're coming with me."

Jack shook his head, "You don't have to take me, and you know you can go on your own."

"I need your help, I don't know what the fuck you are, or where you came from, but if you have a soul, you'll help me stop those motherfuckers from killing anyone else."

"What about Cindy?" Jack asked.

"It's up to her, she's taken over the mother roll here since Anne died, and the kids need an adult."

Cindy spoke up, "And we need a father figure as well! I can't take care of this place all by myself."

"You have Aaron, he's capable of being the man of the house," Bob said.

"At fifteen?" Cindy asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't stay here any longer, you can come with me or stay, it's up to you," Bob said.

Cindy looked at Bob in stunned silence. He was the one who brought her out here in the first place and now he was going to abandon her. "These two have only known this cabin and these woods, taking them into the real world would be devastating for them."

"Let them decide," Bob said.

Aaron and Sandra sat silent, neither one wanted to speak up.

"I know this is short notice, and I intend to stay for a week or so, but you two need to decide so I can make plans," Bob said.

Aaron replied, "We'll talk about it and let you know."

"Good," Bob said. He then turned to Jack and said, "Now we need to make a plan."

# Chapter 30

# Death in the Family

Bob and Jack approached the largest out building at Momma's place alone. Aaron, Sandra and Cindy all decided to stay back at the cabin. The snow was still a foot thick but it was clear on an overcast day. Bob pointed out to Jack where he had dug through the basement noting that it was now covered and repaired. The two made their way around the building to the front keeping an eye on the main house. Once at the front of the main building, they looked in the window to see what they could inside. There were lights on, but they didn't see anyone in the large open area where the tractors usually park.

Feeling secure, Bob opened the door slowly and walked inside. Jack followed and closed the door behind him. In the back of the building they could hear the sound of a radio playing country music and the sounds of a buzz saw turning on and off. Part of the building was partitioned off with walls to create work and office space, it was from here the noise was emanating. Together, the two men walked across the concrete floor to where the sounds were coming from, they did their best to remain silent.

Once they reached the work area, Bob took notice of a man through a window dressed in a white apron covered in blood. On the table in front of the man was a human body in mid dissection. The buzz saw they heard was being used to cut the ribs open. Behind the butcher, hanging from the wall was another body dangling from hooks upside down draining blood into a bucket. The head and arms were removed.

Both Bob and Jack brought hunting knives to kill, but so did the butcher from what they could see. They needed better weapons so they quickly looked around at the clutter pile against the wall to see if they could find something better. The pile was full of iron pipe and angle iron strewn with old metal fencing and car parts. Bob found a nice three foot brown pipe and picked it up, Jack found a hammer sitting on a table. Once they were satisfied, Bob confidently marched into the butcher shop and confronted the man with the saw. "Who else is here?" Bob asked shouting.

The butcher looked up at Bob in stunned shock. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked.

Bob raised his pipe in an offensive posture and took a step towards the butcher. "Are you alone?" he asked.

The butcher stood silent and dropped his arms to the table.

"I asked you a question!" Bob yelled.

Jack broke in, "If you keep yelling we'll find out soon enough, shut up."

Bob nodded his head, he was on a high and needed to calm down a bit. "Is Momma out here?" he asked the butcher.

"Momma died last month," the butcher replied.

"Who's in charge now?"

"Henry."

"Where is he?"

"In the house," the butcher replied.

"Who else is out here?" Bob asked.

"Me, Henry and two others."

"Where are the other two?"

The butcher stopped talking.

"You have three seconds to tell me," Bob said.

"You're going to kill me regardless, why bother?" the butcher asked.

"You're right," Bob said taking a swing at the butcher. Anticipating his strike, the butcher pulled away and took a glancing blow to the left shoulder. Bob moved in close and cornered the butcher and swung repeatedly against his head and shoulders. A few good hits and the butcher was down for good with a cracked skull bleeding on the floor. "We have three more to go," Bob said.

Jack looked at the butcher with disgust, not only because he was cutting people up, but also the condition he was in on the floor. He looked like he had been in a car wreck. "You want to go in the house?" Jack asked.

"Not yet, I think the other two are in this building somewhere, probably in the basement."

"I'll follow you," Jack said and the two men walked to the staircase that led to the basement. Bob had been here before and knew the layout.

Once in the basement, the two slowly crept around the hallway listening for the sounds of the two other men. It didn't take long before they heard the sounds of them yelling at a prisoner. At the end of the hall, they peered around the corner and saw one of the men kicking a nude man to the floor. The prisoner was bound so the kick was a chicken shit blow to show power. "You're next," one of them said to the prisoner. "Do you know what we're going to do with you?" he asked.

The prisoner lay silent on the floor.

"We're going to kill you, skin you and cut you up. Make sausage out of you," the man said taunting.

Listening to this man torture his prisoner made Bob's blood boil. Bob had been a bouncer for years and knew how to take out unruly drunks. All he had to do now was summon his memories and do the same to these two fucks. Bob looked to Jack and nodded. He looked back around the corner and stepped out with his pipe in his hand. Before the men noticed him, he had pulled back and struck the closest man in the back of the neck with full force. Jack ran over to the second man and slammed the claw part of his hammer into his chest. He pulled the hammer out and stuck him with it again in the side of his jaw.

The wounded man put up little fight and almost lay waiting for his fate. It was as if he knew this was coming one day and this was his day.

"Fight! You sick fuck!" Jack yelled.

"No, I deserve this," the man said back on his knees, his jaw was cracked and bleeding, but he was able to speak.

"Yes you do," jack said and cracked him over the top of the head with the head of the hammer. With a crack and a dull thud, the man fell over onto the floor.

Bob walked over to the prisoner who was tied and lying on the floor. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm ok, who are you?"

"I was locked up in that room about six months ago, I got out, now you get to leave." Bob took his hunting knife and cut the binds that held the prisoner allowing him to stand. "Is there anyone else locked up?" Bob asked.

"No, there were three of us, I was the last one."

"Sorry to hear that, your friends didn't make it," Bob said. "You better get dressed and get the fuck out of here."

"What are you guys going to do now?"

"I have one more fuck to take out, then I'm done," Bob replied.

"Can I help?" the prisoner asked.

"If you want, but I think me and Jack can take care of one guy."

The prisoner took off into his cell to gather his clothes and put them on. "I want to kill that fucker just as much as you do," the prisoner said from his cell.

"What's your name?" Bob asked.

"Bill," the prisoner said walking out of the cell dressed.

"Ok Bill, let's go," Bob said leading the way back up to the main floor.

"How do you want to do it?" Bill asked.

"I'd like to start the house on fire and burn the bastard to death, but I want to make sure I got him."

"We could cover all the entries and search the house," Bill said.

"That could be messy, if he had a gun and saw one of us coming, he could shoot or run."

Jack chimed in, "You want to wait him out?"

Bob thought for a second as they passed through the butcher shop. Bill turned his eyes away from his friends that were in mid process. "I want him to come out, I don't want to go in. He has the advantage inside."

"How do we get him to come out?" Jack asked.

"I think eventually when his family fails to return that he will come a looking. Then we ambush him."

"That could take all fucking day. We need to give him a reason to come here."

Then Bob had an idea, why burn the house when he could burn the out building instead? The smoke would draw Henry out and then they could get him in the driveway. "I have an idea," Bob said. "Find me a lighter, or a match."

"I have a lighter," Bill said.

"Give it to me," Bob said taking the lighter from Bill. "I want you two to hide on the sides of the house, I'm going to light this place up, when Henry comes out to check on the smoke, you guys take him out."

"Good idea," Jack said.

Bob looked around for something that would burn as Jack and Bill headed out the door. It didn't take long to find a pile of greasy rags and set them ablaze. The grease made thick black smoke that quickly filled the air and darkened the room. Bob tossed on some boxes to get a good fire going and took off to the door, in a flash he was outside propping the door so air could get in and smoke could get out. Before he could find a place to hide, he heard, then saw a pickup pull into the driveway towards the house. Henry wasn't inside, he was coming home. Either way, Henry was going to die and this whole butcher shop was going to end.

Henry pulled the truck up to the house and got out, he ran over to the building where the smoke was pouring out and ran face to face with Bob who was standing waiting for him with his hunting knife in his hand. Henry took a step back as if he was going to bolt and then slipped on the snow and fell on his back. Bob took this opportunity to jump on Henry and put a knee on his chest and a knife to his throat. "Hi Henry," Bob said. "How are you?"

Henry gasped for breath breathing in the smoke while having his chest compressed. "I thought you were dead!" Henry said.

"I am dead, I was dead a long time ago, just didn't know it, now you're going to join me," Bob said. "I just wanted the satisfaction of looking you in the eye when I took you out. I'm sorry your mother died, I would have loved to have killed that bitch too."

"My mother isn't dead," Henry said.

"What?" Bob asked, feeling a knife stick into his back. He turned to see Momma standing behind him, hunched over, and holding the knife that had been in his back. Henry took the opportunity to grab Bob by the arms and pull him out into the driveway. To his shock and horror, Bob saw a semi pull into the driveway. He realized there were more victims inside, and that he had done little to stop the operation. He now was going to be cut up and turned into stew meat. Momma had won, and quickly Bob faded away.

The End

