CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I sit and wait patiently for the girls to revive. The boy tries to speak to me, to make me see reason, but I don’t care. He can speak until he’s hoarse. I have had this planned every step of the way. I knew the moment that Shiloh wasn’t going to do as I asked that she would need to be taught a lesson, but I never thought she would betray me like this.
Still, her punishment was inevitable. She had a task she did not complete, and like every good mother, I must see she suffers the consequences of not listening.
Kerri wakes up first and looks around groggily. I smile and say, “Wakey wakey, Kerri.”
“Where are we?” she asks. “Did you drug us?”
“Yes, and where we are is not important, but what we have come to do is.”
“Shiloh!” she exclaims, looking at the girl to her side.
Shiloh stirs and my grin broadens. “There’s my beautiful daughter.”
“Where… are we?” Shiloh asks. Then she screams as she sees the naked boy on the bed.
I ignore her and approach the bed. “Boy, meet Kerri and Shiloh. Shiloh and Kerri, meet Boy. His name is not important as he’s come here with a specific purpose in mind. See, Boy wanted to die, and that’s a service I provide.”
“I've changed my mind!” he tries to yell.
“Hush,” I say, pressing a finger to his lips. “Now, I’ve said if he can survive the next thing, then he can go home. I have my doubts, but he seems hopeful. Don’t you, Boy?”
“My family will come looking for me,” he says. “They’ll arrest you and throw you in jail.”
“Now, I have no doubt your parents will look for you.” I smile. “But you didn’t tell them where you were going. No one is coming for you, Boy. Now why don’t we get into the last act?”
I reach for the wooden box that’s sitting in the corner of the room, smiling that I finally get to use it. He was one of the best we had here until the madness took him, but he left this behind and I claimed it as mine.
I open it and take out the machete strap on. Kerri looks at me with wide eyes as I pull it onto myself and strap it into place.
“You girls watch how it’s done. Otherwise, there will be punishment for you. If you look away, I’ll stop, and he’ll suffer. If you watch, I’ll make it quick.”
Shiloh looks at me, tears streaming down her face. But she doesn’t say anything. She was expecting punishment, but not this.
Don’t worry, you won’t be traumatized for long.
I get between the boy’s legs, and he shrieks. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“The final act, silly goose,” I say with a chuckle. I line the machete up with his anus and lean forward on both hands. I thrust deeply inside of him, and his shrieks fill the room. I look to see if the girls are watching, but they’re looking away.
“If you don’t watch, I’ll just go slower,” I thunder over his screams.
Kerri looks up tentatively,and so does Shiloh. She understands that her watching ties directly to this boy’s suffering.
They’re both crying now as I start to thrust. The blood gushes out of the boy and onto my pants. His shrieks take forever to die downand I thrust harder until eventually, he is lifeless.
I pull out of him and tut. “He didn’t survive. Guess he doesn’t get to go home.”
“Please let us go. We won’t tell anyone about this.”
I leave the bloody strap-on on while I get more cable ties and tie their legs. “I’ll clean up the boy last,” I say thoughtfully, taking the machete off beforegoing into the hallway. In the supply room, I pull out a gurney and wheel it to my room. I wrangle both girls onto it and put up the sides.
“What are you going to do with us?” Kerri screams as I push her out the door. “Why are you doing this?”
I smile at her, but I don’t say anything. Shiloh is sobbing now. I push them all the way to the crematorium. Once there, I wrestle them into the chamber. Kerri tries to put up a fight and I have to punch her a few times in the head to daze her. Once she’s in, I put Shiloh in. I stroke her beautiful face. “Oh, my little one. Now you and Kerri can be together forever.”
I shut the door as she screams, and I turn it on. The fire blazes and their screams fill the air. I hum a soft lullaby as I watch them burn until there’s nothing left but ash. Then I take the gurney back to fetch the boy’s body and burn that, too. I tidy the room and put the now spotless machete strap-on back in its box, setting it back into the chest of drawers for its next use.
No one would dare touch any of my toys in my room. No one would come in here.
I go downstairs to the assistant and drop two thousand dollars on the table. “For what I owe and for the bed. The other payment will be deposited as usual.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” she says, taking the money. I don’t wait for her to count it. I go to my car and drive home. After parking in the garage, I retrieve my sleeping clothes and have a shower. I decide to do a load of laundry before I have a sandwich for dinner.
Once done, I have a cup of tea. A pleasant change after a nice day. I’ll have to clear out Shiloh and Kerri’s rooms tomorrow, and destroy any trace that they ever existed. No one will look for them for long.
I finish my tea and set the mug in the dishwasher before I leave the kitchen to brush my teeth and climb into bed. I fall asleep with a smile on my face, knowing the only life that matters still draws breath.
My own.