Epilogue
Venom
Five months later
“ Y ou just wait. Someone’s on their way here!” the woman shouts.
“Oh? Who? Your husband? I’m not worried about him.”
The man comes barreling through the front door. He storms through the house toward me and I casually look at my watch.
“Five. Four. Three—” The man drops to the floor and begins convulsing. The woman shrieks. “Damn, couple seconds off.” I shrug and turn my attention back to the missus. “I apologize for the interruption. You were saying?”
“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”
“Now, now, that’s not very nice. Mind your tongue.”
The woman rears her head back and spits at me. Her saliva landing across my cheek. “Fuck you!”
I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and wipe my face. What a disgusting vile creature. Most women are.
I yank her head back by her hair and force her mouth open with my hand and knife, slicing off her tongue.
I hold the severed appendage in front of her as she screams a hollow sound. I wiggle it in the air, taunting her.
“I said, mind your tongue, woman.” I then toss it into her lap. She thrashes in the chair I bound her to as blood continuously falls from her mouth between her monstrous breasts. That poor bra is putting in a lot of work. Perhaps I should set it free. I move in front of her once more and send my knife through the fabric. The bra breaks free and her breasts flop out.
“That’s better, don't you think? That poor bra can breathe now.”
Maybe I shouldn't have cut out her tongue. It’s suddenly awfully lonely with no one to converse with.
How boring.
I pull out a metal compact from my pocket, opening it carefully, and move in front of the woman once more. I blow the powdered substance in the compact into her face, some particles falling onto her tits. Her eyes go wide as her face begins to bubble and melt along with the skin over her giant breasts. Taking a seat across from her, I pull out a toothpick and place it into my mouth as I watch.
More attempted screams and gurgling fill the room as the woman slowly, and might I add, quite painfully dies. When the room falls quiet, I let out a sigh and stand.
This was my last hit before I take a much-needed vacation.
I make my way to the front door when I hear what sounds to be someone yelling help .
Strange.
Everyone is surely dead.
I listen again. Sure enough, the word help is faintly heard again.
I follow the sound into what appears to be a greenhouse. The voice is louder now, clearer.
I move through the wild foliage of various plants and vines, stroking my fingers across the beauties until I reach the back. Under my boot is a wooden door with a lock attached.
Interesting find.
“Help! Help me! Someone, help!” the voice calls out from below.
I’m not typically one to save people. I’m no hero. Although, recent events have forced a heroic act out of me.
I could walk away, begin my vacation, but my interest is piqued. I look around for a possible key. The couple inside seemed stupid enough to leave it visible. Sure enough, in a potted plant to my right lies two keys attached to a piece of twine. I unlock the latch and swing open the door. Sunlight beams into the dark space, illuminating a ladder.
Has anything good come from someone crawling into a dark hole in the ground?
Sighing, I descend the steps. When my boots reach the dirt floor, I turn my phone’s flashlight on and have a look around. I nearly miss her the first time, but as my light shines across the space, I spot a girl in the corner, connected to the wall by a chain around her neck.
She squints at me, trying to see past the light at who saunters toward her.
“Hello?”
It smells of dirt and piss and I internally scold myself for wearing my new boots down here.
I stand almost directly in front of her and she rises to her shaky legs .
“Well, what do we have here?”
“Oh god, please! Please help me!” Upon closer inspection, she looks to be in her early to mid-twenties, far too thin with pale skin and copper hair. Her clothes are tattered and covered in dirt and what appears to be dried blood. “You have to get me out of here!”
“Do I now?”
‘Please!” she cries.
I take a step forward and that's when the girl attacks. She pounces on me like a wild beast, clawing at me, attempting to sink her teeth into my flesh. My phone is knocked from my grip and drops to the floor.
“Christ, woman!” I toss her off me and she slams into the stone wall but doesn’t relent. She charges me again but I manage to step just far enough out of reach as the chain around her neck yanks her back, sending her onto her ass. She screams a wild sound.
“Let me out! Let me out!”
“Will you stop your damn shrieking? I’m not here to harm you. I have the key to your collar, you beastly thing.”
She quiets for a moment as I retrieve my phone.
“I’m sorry. I thought you might be one of their friends.”
“Have many of their friends paid you a visit down here?” She nods. “How long have you been here?”
“Months. A year. I’m not sure. What’s the date?”
“September 20 th , 2025.”
“Bastards! I’ve been here for nine months.”
“Well all right. I’m gonna take that collar off you. You keep your hands to yourself now.”
“Okay.”
I move closer to her and push back her long hair to see the keyhole. I unlock the shackle and it drops to the floor as she rubs at her neck.
“Are they home? ”
“They sure are.”
“Oh god, if they see us, if they catch me—”
“They’re dead,” I say.
“Did you kill them?”
“I did.” Smirking, I place a toothpick between my lips.
“Who are you?” she asks, bewildered.
“The name’s Marcus, but you, darlin’, can call me Venom.”