Years had crept by. After all, he had only been about fifteen when that day had happened so long ago. Since then, nothing drastic had occurred. He’d been declared legally insane, or at least just a struggling mind in an unfair world. A juvenile home was where he remained until his eighteenth birthday. He was then transported to an adult prison for quite some time…at least ten years. He’d honestly lost count. Then, one random day, the parole board declared him cured, and the chains clanked and clunked their way to the floor. He was free!
…and then he saw her, her thumb in the air, a common wave alongside the dirt road. The female was wearing tight blue jeans, with a white baby-doll shirt covering small breasts. She carried a small red bag, a gym bag. E.K. absently pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, for he was lightly sweating, not from the heat, but from his barbaric imagination coupled with sudden anticipation. The car slowed.
It had been on his mind for years, ever since that fateful day with his grandparents, the only people who had loved him, the only family he had ever had, and now they were gone. Dead by his own hands. It plagued him everyday, not because of guilt or sadness, but because he ached to do it again...he ached to see the scarlet rain.
"Would you like a ride?"
The window was rolled down; the air was comfortably warm, and a slight breeze whispered through the car. She ducked her head in, staring at the abnormally huge man in the driver’s seat. He looked nice enough, just gigantic in size. Past maternal warnings surfaced in her mind; she knew this wasn’t exactly the most intelligent act to perform. But hell, she needed a ride...she wasn’t going to ride that fucking bus again.
"Could you, please? I don’t need to go far at all."
"It’s no trouble whatsoever, hop on in"
The scent of her cunt engulfed his nostrils deliciously, even before she fully entered the vehicle...it urged him...no, begged him to take it…begged him to savor her. She shut the door of the small car and they drove off, a miasma of dust billowing into the air, sunlit rays pouring through the speckles.
The girl settled back comfortably, staring briefly out the window, all earlier apprehension now seeming foolish, and she turned to the driver to thank him again; all she glimpsed were knuckles aiming for her face, and her head bounced off the seat’s headrest. She was too taken aback to immediately make much of a defensive reaction and she blindly swung her small arms to unknown destinations, but the knuckles smashed into her face again, then again, and finally a fourth time. By now, she was sure her nose had to be snapped, for blood seemed to be almost shooting out of her nostrils, and her eyes were glazed with pitiful tears. E.K. was still driving smoothly, as if nothing had ensued, and deducting from quick glimpses at the rear-view mirror, he knew they were away from any major roads or buildings; by now he was off the main road (although no roads in the small town was “main” or “major”). Dirt particles rocketed out from under the tires as E.K. turned onto an even more corroded road. He turned his attention back to the girl next to him, firmly grabbing her hair in his mammoth hand, and slammed her face into the side window. She slumped down, making not a sound. E.K. grinned wide, only half-noticing his full blown erection. He continued driving for another ten or fifteen minutes and then U-turned his car behind a towering clump of thick brush.
E.K. looked up into the sky, the sun cheerfully staring down at him, his glasses reflecting a small white spot of light onto the car’s hood. He shut the car’s door slowly, his mind drawing out what he was going to do. He wasn’t even aware of the smile still frozen on his face.
He opened the trunk, which contained some rope, a few plastic garbage bags, and a hunting knife that his beloved grandfather had given him, as well as a .45 magnum. You made this all possible, Grandpa, he thought to himself. With the rope around his shoulder, the knife in his belt-sheath, and the gun tucked behind his belt, E.K. strolled around to the passenger side of his vehicle and jerked open the door. The girl, whose name he had never asked (Aiko), fell out onto the desert soil. She was slim, appearing to be of oriental decent. She could be as old as seventeen, but possibly as young as fourteen. He didn’t care. Time to begin.
His whore had started to come around, eventually realizing she was sprawled out on the ground; the dirt was grinding into her face and her nostrils. She coughed, inhaling dirt, and she sneezed. The sound hastily dissolved into the bone-dry air, a silent but forsaken cry for help, and she knew there was no one around to hear it...no one except the shadow standing threateningly over her. (Aiko) looked up. Her eyes trailed a swift, yet detailed gaze up past the sleek black shoes, the traditional army camo pants, the light blue button-up short-sleeved shirt, and into the pupils of the man. He was staring down at her, giving her a weird, absent-minded look. His eyes glittered like black pearls; she could see that even through his thick glasses. His moustache rose up slightly as he smirked dismissively…an expression that made her shiver in fear and disgust and told her that she was dead. Already completely fucking dead.
The girl looked up at him, and he could not help but smirk down at her, knowing she couldn’t fathom an idea close to what he was going to do to her. He’d waited so long for this. His moment. His dawning.
E.K. threw himself upon her, using his weight to push his knees between her shoulder blades and shoved her face into the ground, grinding her face into the dirt and rocks, and he drove his immense fist into the side of her head. Blood was dampening the sand…blood would soon be everywhere…all over him and her; he bit his lip in anticipation. Grabbing one end of the rope that was still wound about his shoulder, E.K. wrapped it around the girl’s neck, and brutally twisted it; the panicky gasps coming from her throat were violently compressed silent. He pulled hard, leaning his weight backwards, as if the rope was the reigns on a runaway horse, and his swollen member was straining roughly against his pants. This is what he had thought it would be like; with absolutely no sexual contact, he already felt amazingly close to the edge.
Desperation being her last hope companion, the wretched bitch reached up and sliced open the backs of both hands with a furious swipe of her elongated nails. The sudden pain startled E.K., and he leaned back shaking his hands; too far back! It took only a second of being off-balance, but that’s all it took, and she discovered strength within herself to shove the huge man off of her, and E.K. (who was more surprised than anything by the degree of determination she had demonstrated) went sprawling on his back. In the back of his mind, he made a mental note reminding himself to force her to hear the dull snapping sound a finger makes when pulled back far enough. Recovering, E.K. rose to his feet. She was already off the ground, fleeing the only objective in her mind, she had to get away from him…but he wouldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t. Catching up to her, he encompassed (Aiko) with his muscular bulk and dashed her to the ground, kicking her repeatedly in the stomach and face, completely oblivious to her yelps and pleas. Withdrawing the knife from its sheath, E.K. pinned the terrified female against the ground, and somehow through all her kicking and the flailing of her arms, he managed to bring the silver and sanguine together at last.
An exquisitely sharp pain spread throughout her chest, and she opened her mouth to scream, too shocked to have anything come out, just another gulp of air, and he drew back his arm and slammed the steel into her again, this time piercing her left breast, they were still so small, she had wished they had grown bigger, and then his fists furiously began pummeling her, the knife was inside her chest it was still inside her fucking chest and then the feeling of weakness arrived, and suddenly the idea of rest appeared golden. The man wrapped his thick fingers around her throat, crushing her larynx and squeezing the esophagus as if it were a menacing viper. Pooling all her strength, she summoned her exhausted hands to reach up and attempt to pull his fingers away, break them, distract them; anything she could do, but the fingers did not relent. The world began to flash white and black and spiral at a nauseating pace around her, her eyesight becoming increasingly worse, and she did the only thing she could think of. She wrapped her hand around the hilt of the knife and yanked it out of her, surprising the big man once again with her resilience as she tried to slash his chest with the knife. The large man dodged the swipe just in time and clamped his hands down on her wrist, wrestling the knife away from her grasp. She tried to scream out in frustration, but her damaged larynx would not comply. Trying one final time to get him off of her, she went for the eyes…those brown spheres of unknown maliciousness. Of course it was useless; he was so huge, and she was so tiny...so insignificant. He gripped both her wrists with the strength of a grizzly bear’s jaws and then he thrust his knee into her crotch. The anguish that flooded through her vagina and upper thighs was ridiculous. She never knew one could actually feel that much pain. Fresh tears surfaced and she saw through red, sore eyes the man staring down into her face. He let go of one of her wrists, almost in disgust, and turned his attention to the other. Before she could even comprehend what he intended to do, all she heard was some noise quite similar to a walnut being cracked open. Then even more fresh agony arrived and she saw that he had snapped back her index finger...it was simply hanging off of the back of her hand like a worthless, flaccid cock. Another crack resounded throughout her ears, barely registering in her brain. She closed her eyes, praying to anyone to stop this. When she reopened her eyes, her hand looked like a mangled, gnarled tree branch. She opened her mouth to speak but still nothing would come out. (Aiko) simply gave up then, allowing her arms to slip to her sides; just make it end, she silently pleaded. Everything to just cease being. After a moment devoid of sound, save the hoarse gasps coming from her, the man grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so she was eye level with him, and studied her tear-streaked face. Now it’ll end, she thought, it’ll finally be finished.
E.K. had a moment of clarity while staring into this girl’s face...do I want to do this? Then he started laughing out loud, a series of deep guffaws that broke the desert air like a feather landing on water’s surface. Of course I do! E.K. flung hesitation out of his mind, letting the knife stream through the air, he could hear it whistling through the air, he could hear the glorious ripping of flesh, he could hear and feel the spray of the blood, and he looked down. He had slit open her jugular, and now her body was shaking in death spasms and shock, and he quickly began to saw the smooth skin, pushing the blade in deeper with every draw-back. He finally quit, his arm feeling the strain of his harsh actions, and he noticed he had almost decapitated her. He was so close though, he had to finish, he had to get some fucking release. Tossing the knife to the side, E.K. grabbed her hair with one hand and shoved fingers from both hands in between the severed meat of her neck, slightly tearing the cut open even more. She was still panting, she was somehow still alive, but none of that mattered because he was so close. That’s all that remained. E.K. pulled his arms in opposite directions. He pulled with all of the strength in his body. At first nothing happened, but then the sound of bones crunching, veins rupturing, and that same familiar ripping sound…though it was louder this time. As the red sprinkled out all over his clothes, drenching his face and splattering onto his glasses to the point where he almost had no visibility, he felt his stiffness about to explode. Testicles wrenched up and he heard a faint pop as he tore the final bit of her skin that connected the head to the body. Right as he decapitated her, he came. He came again and again, staining his boxers and his pants with the thick liquid, and he moaned aloud out of pleasure, staring delightedly at the head of his whore in his hand. He gazed at the headless corpse beneath him, gazed at the blood that coated his hands and arms, gazed at her punctured breast, and one final spurt came from him. E.K. fell back...panting from exhaustion and happiness. So this is heaven, he thought, this is all I’ll ever need.
"It seems to me that personal happiness is above everything else. That’s what we’re taught, that’s what I’m doing. I think these things, and then I act them out, all because it makes me happy. If that in some way is wrong, then I’m not human." |
Submission Name: E.K. (2)
