Abomination (17 page)

With little money and no home, Joshua had very few
options for survival in his new world. A few of his friends were looking
forward to careers in the military and encouraged him to join. When his pockets
were empty, he decided to join the Marines.

He soon discovered the military embraced his naturally
aggressive behavior. For the first year, the lack of boredom removed the threat
of pent up aggression turning into criminal violence. He easily displayed a
deceptive respect for authority and excelled in the Corps. He scored high on
both physical and mental aptitude tests and earned a position with the 2
^nd
Special Operations Battalion.

Early into his second year, he was unable to suppress
his sexually deviant behavior, but the Corps unknowingly had an answer for that
problem as well. With extensive travel to underdeveloped countries, Joshua
found an almost limitless supply of local women to assault with little worry of
being caught by equally underdeveloped law enforcement. He no longer needed to
live out his fantasies through manipulation of others. He’d wait patiently
until the unit was scheduled to leave a foreign country before taking his
victims. By the time the bodies were discovered, if they were discovered, he’d
be safe back on American soil.

The new environment and rules to his games allowed for
the rapid escalation of violence and brutality. Being left unchecked, the first
murder was easy. Once he tasted the sweet completion of the game by taking a
life, the result had to be achieved every time before he could feel satisfied.
The Marine Corps became the perfect incubator to cultivate his antisocial
personality disorder. When Colonel Brown approached his unit with the promise
of greatly enhancing their ability to hunt and kill the enemy, Joshua jumped at
the opportunity. He thought about his great fortune handed to him courtesy of
the U.S. Government as the young couple stepped closer to its doom.

Their senses and reaction time, slowed considerably by
the booze, made it easy for Joshua to step out of the shadows directly in front
of them. Before they could adjust their stride, he simultaneously punched both
in the stomach using only a fraction of his strength. They crumpled to the
ground, unable to catch their breath, and unable to scream for help. Joshua
calmly picked up the petite girl under his arm and carried the six-foot-two
athlete by the back of his belt. When he returned to the car, he bound their
hands and feet with plastic zip ties and duct taped their mouths. The boy made
the mistake of trying to fight off the predator and was easily knocked
unconscious. Joshua whistled during the drive to his hideout, occasionally
looking in the rear view mirror at his prize. He whistled louder as each mile
passed, bringing him closer to the playground.

Anne was a senior at the college and Brad was two years
behind her. He’d been waiting anxiously for the moment he could possibly hook
up with the gorgeous blonde. He regained consciousness as the car turned off
the country asphalt onto dirt. A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of
a large plantation style home. It had been on the market for nearly three
years, but the last prospective buyer drove away six months earlier. The next
closest occupied house was nearly a mile away on the other side of a small
mountain. They were completely isolated.

Joshua grabbed them both by the hair and dragged them
from the car into the house. He wasted no time throwing Brad down a set of
stairs leading to the basement with no windows and thick boards covering the
only door to freedom. He held on to Anne as he lit a lantern to guide him down
the stairs. He didn’t want to toss her on top of Brad and run the risk of
damaging her before he was ready. The lantern cast disorienting shadows along
the stairwell wall as he carried her down to her fate. He dropped her on the
hard ground and set the lantern on a long workbench. He turned up the flame to
illuminate the rest of the cavernous room. Her red swollen eyes turned upward
when she saw the medieval torture chamber he had created in the bowels of the
house. She was silently begging God to save her life.

Joshua shackled Brad to a yoke he suspended with ropes
from the ceiling. Two more shackles were anchored to the ground at his feet.
With a tug on a chain, the yoke jerked violently upward, nearly dislocating
both his arms. His muffled scream under the duct tape signaled to Joshua that he
had achieved adequate tension on the rig. He didn’t bother to tie Anne to the
metal table he set up in the center of the room. He cut through her restraints,
releasing her arms and legs. He held on to the back of her neck and forced her
on her knees in front of Brad. He ripped the tape off both their mouths.

“What do you want with us!” yelled Brad, terrified.

“I want you to listen to me,” said Joshua calmly. “If
you speak again without my permission, I’ll cut off one of your fingers for
every word.” He held up a pair of heavy-duty shears. “If you use more than ten,
I’ll start working on your toes. If you use more than twenty, I’ll take your
ears, nose, and lips. Twenty-four words and your tongue comes out. Most lose a
few fingers. A few got all the way to the tongue. Of course, they didn’t speak
English, so they were at a slight disadvantage learning the rules. But they all
eventually figured it out. How many cuts until you learn the rules?”

Silence was held in the basement as Joshua stared into
Brad’s eyes. “Good boy. Now, what’s your name?”

“Brad, sir.”

“Sir. Oh, yes, I forgot it’s a military college,” said
Joshua with a sideways smile. “Would you believe I’m a Marine, Brad?”

“No, sir,” said Brad, shaking. “I mean, yes, sir. Fuck,
I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. I won’t tell anyone about this
place. I swear to God! Please, just let me go!”

“That’s a bunch of unauthorized words, Brad,” said
Joshua, reaching up to his thumb with the shears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Do you understand the
game better now?”

“Yes, sir, absolutely.”

He looked down at Anne who was trembling, but still trying
to hold back her hysteria. “And who do we have here? Such a beautiful girl. I bet
you have a beautiful name.”

“Anne,” she said, crying.

“Oh, that is a beautiful name,” said Joshua, pulling her
to her feet. “Is it okay if I call you Princess Anne?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, quickly grasping the rules.

“Brad, did you think you were going to fuck Princess
Anne tonight?”

“No, no, sir. She’s just a friend.”

“Oh, come on now, Brad. Look at her. You wouldn’t fuck
her? Are you gay? Are you a fag?”

No, sir, I’m not gay. It’s just that I didn’t expect
anything from her tonight. I was only going to walk her to her dorm room and
that’s it, I swear!”

“I’m not her goddamned father, Brad. But the same rules
apply when you lie to me. For every word of the lie, I’ll take a piece of you.
Now, were you going to try and fuck Princess Anne tonight?” asked Joshua
brandishing the shears and stepping closer to him.

“Yes, sir. I was going to try. I’ve been trying for over
a year. I’m sorry, Anne.”

“That’s better, Brad. But you don’t need to apologize to
her. She’s known you’ve been trying since the first day you met her. That’s how
whores operate. They know, but they keep you dangling on the line while they
suck every other dick on campus. When they finally drain every other guy dry and
get bored, they might consider giving it up to you. Does that piss you off,
Brad? Remember, only honest answers.”

“It does, sir. I know she’s been with two other guys in
my frat. They could give a shit about her. She was just a piece of ass to them.
I actually care about her. I really wanted to date her, but she kept blowing me
off.”

“Oh, no, Brad. She was blowing them, not you. She knew
you cared, but that’s when they put you in their pocket. They know you’d do
anything for them, and they’ll wait until they need something from you. They’ll
let you stare at their tits through a small tank top or let you buy their
drinks all night long, but they’ll never date you. She’ll just bleed you dry
and fuck your entire frat house before she lets a guy like you even touch her.”

“Princess Anne, were you going to give it up to Brad
tonight?”

“No, sir. I like him as a friend, but I wouldn’t date
him.”

“Good, Princess. Good, honest answer,” said Joshua.
“Obviously, you want to keep your fingers and toes.”

“Yes, sir, I do.”

“Did he pay for your drinks tonight?”

“Yes, sir, he did.”

“Brad, do you understand now that she was never going to
date or fuck you? Do you understand she was going to use you and bleed you
dry?”

“Yes, sir,” said Brad, with a hint of anger. “I
understand now. She was just using me.”

“Good, Brad. You’re doing so well. Here’s where we start
having some fun,” said Joshua, putting Anne back on her knees and walking up
close to Brad.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered in Brad’s ear. “You
and I are a team now. We’re going to make it through this together. You and I
are going to change everything. You’re going to take from her what she would
never give you. You’re going to take what you deserve. Are you with me, Brad?
Do you understand?”

“I do,” he whispered.

He stepped back to Anne and pulled her up again. He
started cutting her skirt with the shears and continued up through her tank top
until she stood shaking in her bra and panties. He stood behind her for a
moment, staring at Brad as tears were streaming down her face. Brad’s eyes were
fixated on her body. In that moment, he knew Brad would do anything he told him
to do to her. He cut through the back of her bra and tore off her panties. He
began to whisper in her ear.

“Fight him. He’s going to try and rape you, but fight
him off. He’ll pay for it, I promise. Do you understand, Anne? You’ll live if
you fight him off.”

“I understand,” said Anne. “I want to live. I’ll do
whatever you want me to do.”

Joshua left her standing naked in front of Brad. He
unshackled his feet and grabbed the shackles on his wrists.

“Look at her,” he whispered. “She has an amazing body,
doesn’t she?”

“Yes, sir, she does,” he whispered back.

“You can do anything you want to that body. She won’t be
able to stop you, Brad. Pay her back for using you. Pay her back for teasing
you then fucking all your friends. It’s your turn now. I want you to fuck her.”

“I can’t –”

Before he could finish his sentence, Joshua grabbed two
of Brad’s fingers on his left hand and easily severed them with the shears.
Brad tensed as soon as he heard the snapping of his bones, but didn’t scream
until Joshua threw them on the floor in front of him. Anne didn’t make a sound
or try to run. She was paralyzed with fear. Joshua let Brad scream for a
moment, but ended the noise with a punch to his stomach.

“Enough, Brad,” said Joshua. “The Princess here is going
to think you’re a pussy.”

“Now, where were we?” asked Joshua. “Oh, yes, I was
telling you to fuck her. And then you said –?”

“I will, I will,” coughed Brad.

“That’s my boy,” said Joshua, wrapping his bleeding fingers
in gauze. “When I release you, take off your clothes and get to work. Bend her
over the table and show her no mercy. If she fights you, fight her back. If you
make it hurt, you’ll live, I promise. Do you understand? If you hurt her,
you’ll live.”

“I understand,” exhaled Brad. “I’ll hurt her.”

He released Brad from the shackles. For a brief moment,
Joshua didn’t know what Brad would do. He was free to run up the stairs, but he
didn’t. Joshua smiled when he ran straight at Anne who immediately attempted to
kick him, but missed. Brad didn’t hesitate to punch her hard in the face. She
stumbled back against the metal table, dazed and bleeding from her nose. She
swung her arms wildly, but her watering eyes made it difficult to focus on the
blurry attacker. He grabbed her under her arms and turned her over onto the
table. In spite of the pain of losing two fingers, Brad quickly became erect. He
knew his life depended on it.

“Fight him, Princess! Fight him off of you!” yelled
Joshua, ringside. “Come on, Brad, don’t let that little whore kick your ass!”

She pounded her fist on the metal table and screamed as
Brad penetrated her. She struggled and kicked, but couldn’t get him off of her.
He yanked her hair, causing her to scream louder. They were both fighting for
their lives as Joshua stood behind them laughing at the show.

He could no longer restrain himself and began to
hyperventilate. He welcomed the pain of the transformation as his hands started
to mutate. The blood drained from his face, unveiling the pale, almost
translucent skin covering the swelling blue veins. He pulled out his front
teeth and opened his mouth wide as fangs pushed through his gums.

He lunged at Brad, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh
of his neck while forcing his clawed hands deep into his back. His fangs hooked
and ripped through both his jugular vein and carotid artery. Blood erupted from
the large wound and sprayed several feet across the room. Death was almost
instantaneous. The last vision of Brad’s young life was the grotesque
silhouette of the monster Joshua had become as he was tossed aside like human
garbage.

Anne attempted to turn and look at Joshua, but he
slammed her head into the table. It was his turn. He buried his claws into her
ribcage while he brutally raped her. He leaned down and tore into her spine at
the base of her neck with his powerful jaws. She stopped screaming and went
limp when her cord was severed from his bite. He continued to force himself
inside her until he was satisfied, several minutes after her heart stopped
beating.