Chapter 32
The whole time he was leading me upstairs I was panicking. I don’t know how long I’ve been locked down in that basement, but I was scared to leave it. I’ve been playing nice and doing what I’ve been told.
Yes, sometimes I’ll sass or push my luck, and that usually ends with spankings, being whipped or fucked till my pussy bleeds.
I’ve come to enjoy the pain, and I still don’t understand why my body reacts to it. Anytime they’re near me, I'm horny, my body knowing I’ll get pain and pleasure. I crave both, I should hate them.
You do hate them!
They fucking bought you and turned you into a fucking whore!
It’s not my fault; I’m just confused. If I escape, everything will go back to normal. When! When I escape.
Fucking idiot!
I scold myself, and the sound of the glass door opening pulls me back to the present.
My mouth falls open as I see what’s lying on the grass. I figured they killed people, but seeing it is different. I throw my hand over my mouth and fight back the gag.
It makes sense now. The games, it’s all some sort of fucked up conditioning.
Are they trying to turn me into them?
Into a killer?
“Welcome to the game, Red. Time to learn how to dispose of a body.” B’s voice cuts through the heartbeat flooding my ears.
My eyes snap up to him. “What the fuck do you mean? I’m not touching a dead person.” I’m shaking and want to turn to run back to the basement.
The door moron!
Not the basement.
Get out, NOW!
B tugs on the leash, the collar choking me and causing me to gasp. It stops me in my tracks. “Don’t misbehave now. You’ve been doing well. Plus, you forgot. You're not in fucking charge here.” He yanks me towards him, causing me to stumble and trip over my feet. I fall to my knees on the grass.
I wish I could enjoy the fact I’m outdoors but I can’t. Not when he expects me to go near the dead man. “P-p-please, I don’t want to. I d-d-don’t care what you do, just please don’t make me.”
Killing is wrong. Hiding bodies is wrong. This goes against all my morals. I know they have been slowly breaking my mind down, but this would destroy everything I believed.
Murderers go to jail.
It’s against the law.
It’s a sin !
I was already going to hell after all the depraved sexual acts I’ve done over however long I’ve been here.
He bends down and grabs my chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing me to look at him. Tears fall down my cheeks, and it’s only now that I realize I’m crying.
“We do murders for hire, Red, and you will too, in time. Baby steps, sweet cheeks, baby steps. This is just another game to get you ready.” B uses a thumb to wipe my tear then brushes it across my lip s, pushing his thumb into my mouth and down on my tongue.
“You have another game tonight. If you do well, there’s a very nice present for you. Now pull yourself together and let’s fucking play.” He pulls back and unclips the leash.
I look around and notice the yard is like a prison. Tall wire fences, barbed wire, all enclosed. On the far side of the lawn, I can see the fence kissing the edge of a cliff. The smell of water and the sound of waves crashing into rock fill the air. There’s nowhere to run.
B walks over to the bag and opens it. “The game is simple. Don’t throw up, and you win. You puke, you lose. No punishments if you lose this game, though. We are simply building up your stomach,” B explains as he opens up the duffle and pulls out a saw.
“I can’t wait to add him to my freezer. I took a bite earlier, fresh sushi style.” He tosses the saw at my feet. Vomit is already rising up my throat. I swallow, trying to keep it down. I’m gonna prove myself, my brain refuses to admit I’m weak.
Just play along. You’ll escape soon.
I bend down and pick up the saw with sweaty palms. My hands quiver as I slowly walk towards B and the corpse.
Use the saw on him.
Get away.
That’s a solid plan, but I notice cameras out here also, and one of the bastards is always watching. I’ll fail to get away. Then they’ll go back to chaining me up.
No, I need to play smart.
Bide my time and wait for the perfect moment.
When I kneel by the body across from him, I notice he’s using a marker to draw lines on his joints.
“Cut on the lines. It’s your first time, so I’m being nice and giving you a guide.
I don’t want to waste a good cut. I’ll skin it later, so don’t worry about that. That will be a game for another time.”
He points to the man’s neck, and it’s already slit open. Some blood has dried around the wound. “I already drained him, still there will be fluids but not many.”
The crazy fucker is talking me through it like this is a subject in school. “Get the head off first. I don’t really use it, but the eyes make good jelly. Some people boil it down and use it for bone broth. If I were hard up for meat, I could pick it as well. The cheeks are sweet and tender.”
A gag leaves me, but I keep down the bile, bringing my trembling hand with the saw up. I place it on the cut open throat. My vision blurry as I saw through the body’s neck, retching and gagging in time with the squelching of flesh being sawed in two.
I want to get this over with as fast as possible. The head separates, and blood flows out in a steady stream.
“That’s fucking disgusting!” I screech, but all that earns me is his laugh as he pulls out his hunting knife.
“I’ll do the messy part. Don’t want you damaging his intestines. I like to clean them out and use them for my sausage casings.”
That will do it.
I turn and hurl everything that was in my stomach. B chuckles and drives the knife in, gutting it like an animal. “Congratulations, you proved us all wrong, and lasted 15 minutes. Bravo, Red, Bravo.”
I ignore his praise as I vomit in the grass, coughing in between lungfuls of air as I empty my guts. I spit, trying to get the taste out of my mouth.
“How the fuck can you eat that! It’s a human! How could you not be sick?” I yell and stand up, backing away as terror fills me. My head whips around as I look for somewhere to run and hide. Even if it’s just for a little bit.
“Don’t act like that Red, you didn’t complain about any of your meals. In fact, you’ve enjoyed them” B’s tone is dead panned without looking at me. I stand there frozen in shock as his words sink in.
I didn’t eat a person.
I’m not a cannibal.
Oh god did he feed me someone?
Fuckfuckfuck!
“Don’t worry, it’s not every meal, just a few times.
Like the soup, one of your sandwiches and that one time I gave you steak.
” He digs his hand into the flayed body and pulls out the man’s liver.
“Here, hold this. I want liver and onions for supper, rather fresh than one of the frozen ones I have.”
“I’m not fucking touching that, you maniac.” I run to the glass door and pound on it. “Take me back! I want to go back to the basement, get me the fuck away from him.”
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, and it takes a moment before I notice the bloody handprints I’m leaving on the door.
One of the others walks towards me and opens the door. He doesn’t speak, letting me know it’s C. He glares at his bloody brother and grabs my shoulder, marching me back to the basement.
I don’t fight him. I’m freaking out and just want my familiar cell. I need to escape my mind more than this house right now.
Once I’m back in my room, I collapse on my cot. My sobs rack my body as tears stream down my face. I’m gasping for air and holding my chest as I rock back and forth. I barely even notice when C walks over to me, sitting beside me.
He holds something out in front of my face. “Here” That stops my freak out in an instant.
Did he just talk to me?
I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and look at his. C is holding a piece of rose quartz.
I sit up and take the rock gently, holding the stone to my chest as my fingers rub over it. My eyes find the table on the other side of my cell where the black obsidian sits.
“Thank you,” I whisper. All I get is a nod as he stands and leaves me in silence.