Go Kill Crazy! (19 page)

Oh, fuck.

She tried to scurry away from him, but he seized her by her ponytail and jerked her painfully to her feet. This drew a wail of high-pitched agony from her, but it cut off abruptly as he smashed a very large fist against the side of her head. Things went blurry and she sagged reflexively into his arms. In the next instant a smelly cloth was pressing against her face and consciousness began to desert her completely. In the last instant of awareness, she cursed her rotten luck.

Of all the fucking guys to piss off, I had to pick a goddamn serial-killing creep like this pig-ugly motherfucker.

When she came to an indeterminate time later, she was still groggy and had no idea how much time had passed. But one of her first conscious thoughts was that maybe that red pill had been some kind of powerful hallucinogen. That was how different the dynamics of the situation were from anything she could have expected.

For one thing, she wasn’t tied up.

Nor was she in the trunk of the serial killer’s car.

In fact,
he
was the one tied up.

What the hell?

Not that she was complaining, mind you, but this turn of events made no sense at all. They were in a small, dimly lit storage space with a concrete floor. Her assailant was tied to a metal folding chair in the center of the room. There was a gag in his mouth and he was unconscious. His eyes were closed and his head drooped forward in a way that made him appear drugged. Or dead. It was hard to tell. She hoped for the former. Now that she was apparently no longer in danger of being raped and strangled by the fugly fucker, she yearned to exact vengeance for his rough treatment of her.

Her head throbbed as she braced her hands on the cool concrete and pushed herself into a sitting position. She yearned for a fistful of painkillers and a bottle of vodka, but unfortunately neither of these medicinal items was currently available to her, which sucked big time. This headache was worse than any in recent memory, including a number of monumental hangovers. Another look at the unconscious man reinforced how lucky she had been. He was a big-framed son of a bitch, with thick arms and hands large enough to wield Thor’s mighty hammer. If he had clocked her more than once with one of those monster fists, she might never have woken up again.

But…had it really been luck?

She frowned as she thought about it. There had been some element of luck, no doubt. She should be dead right now or at this fucker’s mercy. Whatever had happened to turn the tables, she had played no part in it. There could be only one logical conclusion—someone else had come along at just the right time to intervene on her behalf.

She gasped at the sound of a metal door creaking open behind her. Her head throbbed again as she twisted it and watched a couple of the hottest women she had ever seen enter the storage space through a bright vertical rectangle. The stunning brunette and the blonde goddess looked like they were emerging through a shimmering heavenly portal, though obviously she knew it was just the sun shining through the open door.

The heavily tattooed women were dressed scantily in similar barely there outfits. They were tall and blessed with the kind of curves that rendered men instantly stupid. Both were smiling and wearing dark sunglasses.

Lana couldn’t help gaping at them.

I’ve died and gone to the Planet of the Super Women.

Then it struck her how similar their look was to her own. These babes could have been her own long-lost sisters—except that she didn’t have any fucking sisters.

The heavy metal door slammed shut behind them. In their hands were bottles of whiskey and sacks of food and other items. The scent of something hot and yummy made her stomach growl. Until that moment, she hadn’t been aware of how hungry she was.

The dark-haired one smiled right at her. She had perfect Betty Paige bangs and the high cheekbones of a model. “Oh, look. Sleeping Beauty’s awake.”

The blonde smirked. “About time. We were starting to worry you were never coming out of it.”

Lana cringed as her stomach growled again, this time loud enough for the others to hear. “Who the hell are you bitches? And where am I?”

They glanced at each other and laughed.

The blonde lowered herself to the floor and sat cross-legged in front of Lana. She began digging around in one of the plastic bags and a moment later produced a large bottle of Tylenol. After opening the bottle and removing the tamper-proof packaging, she passed it to Lana along with one of the bottles of whiskey.

She smiled. “I’m guessing you could use some of both.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong about that.

Lana accepted the offerings and knocked back a handful of painkillers with a couple big slugs of expensive whiskey. She savored the delicious burn of the booze and looked forward to the relief the pills would soon provide. “You still haven’t told me who you are. What the fuck’s going on?”

The blonde removed her sunglasses and hooked them over the collar of her tiny V-neck shirt. “My name’s Dez. That’s short for Desiree. My friend here.” She gestured to the dark-haired girl, who sat down next to her and removed a Styrofoam food container from a plastic bag. “Her name’s Echo.”

Echo glanced sharply at Lana. “Don’t make fun of my name.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Dez laughed. “Smart girl. Last guy who didn’t heed that advice…well, let’s just say his days of making fun of anybody are over.” She removed another of the Styrofoam containers from a bag and arched an eyebrow. “Hungry?”

Lana’s mouth watered. “What’s in that?”

“A thick-ass cheeseburger and the best damn fries ever.”

“Gimme that shit.”

Dez laughed and passed it over.

Lana ripped the container open and dove into the food with a single-minded urgency that surprised her. She liked to eat as much as the next person, but she rarely did it so piggishly. Five minutes later the food was all gone. “Holy shit.” She took another big slug of whiskey and sighed. “I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.”

Dez and Echo exchanged another of those cryptic glances.

Dez’s expression then became a touch more somber. “Well, the thing is…you sort of haven’t.”

Lana frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve been unconscious since yesterday,” Echo said, after swallowing a bite of her own cheeseburger. Lana couldn’t help noting she’d only eaten half of it thus far. “You were in a fucking coma, or the next closest thing to it.”

Lana’s brow creased as she gave a moment’s deeper thought to her circumstances. The bright midday sun she’d glimpsed through the door should have tipped her off to how long she had been out. It had been darker when she pulled in at that convenience store.

“Um…why didn’t you take me to a hospital?”

Yet another of those cryptic looks passed between them.

Dez said, “There would have been too many questions. We like to avoid any involvement with the law whenever possible.”

“But…why?”

“We have our reasons. Besides, if we’d done that…” Dez tilted her head in the direction of the unconscious man. “You wouldn’t have this opportunity to avenge yourself against this piece of shit.”

Lana made a contemplative sound. “Huh. Now that you mention it, I would like to fuck him up some.”

Dez smiled. “Oh, you’re gonna do more than that.”

Lana frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You’re gonna kill him.”

Lana shrugged. “Oh. Okay.”

Now it was their turn to frown.

Dez said, “Gotta admit, I expected a little more resistance to the idea.”

“This guy’s not gonna be the first motherfucker I’ve iced this week.”

The words just popped out. She hadn’t meant to make the admission. In fact, she had assured Ted she would never speak of it with anyone other than him, a solemn vow she’d had every intention of honoring. But there was something about these chicks, something that made her feel an immediate, instinctive kinship with them. She felt like she could tell them anything. Trust them with anything. She recognized it as a crazy notion with nothing real to back it up, but somehow it felt right.

Dez glanced at Echo. “What did I tell you? This shit was meant to be. She’s just like us.”

Echo’s expression was guarded at first, but she nodded slowly as she studied Lana’s face. “Yeah. You may be right.”

Lana sipped more whiskey. “You bitches saved me, didn’t you? Tell me how it happened.”

How it happened was pretty straightforward. Dez and Echo had been right behind Lana when the man approached her at the red light. They watched him take off after her and decided to give chase. Good thing too, because otherwise Lana would likely no longer be in the land of the living. They followed the guy to the convenience store. He had been so consumed with catching up to Lana to notice he was being tailed too. They got to him seconds after he put the chloroform rag to her face. Too late to prevent the initial assault, but in time to save her life. And now here they were, holed up in an abandoned mini-warehouse, waiting to see how things would play out.

“So…” Dez eyed Lana speculatively. “How do you want to handle this?”

Lana pursed her lips as she gave it a moment’s thought. “Do you have a knife?”

Dez and Echo glanced at each other and giggled.

Dez got to her feet and extended a hand to Lana. “Come on. Let’s step outside a minute.”

Lana allowed Dez to haul her to her feet. Standing up made her feel a little woozy again, but not nearly to the degree as when she awakened. The booze, painkillers and food were doing their job. She followed Dez out into the bright sunlight, where her car was parked next to a 70’s model black Impala in the otherwise empty parking lot of an industrial area that appeared to have fallen on hard times.

Dez opened the Impala’s trunk and invited Lana to take a look at its contents. What she saw was an impressive array of weaponry. Handguns, shotguns and what looked like a couple of those mini-machineguns drug dealers in movies were always carrying. Lana shook her head in astonishment. These chicks were armed to the teeth. Dez reached into the trunk and grabbed a thick leather bundle. She pulled loose a Velcro snap and rolled the bundle open, revealing an array of sheathed knives of various sizes and shapes.

Dez smiled. “Take your pick, baby.” She put a hand on Lana’s ass. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

Lana looked at her. “I appreciate what you’ve done for me, but you should know I’m into men.”

Dez’s smile didn’t waver. “That’s what they all say. At first.” But she laughed and removed her hand. “Go on. Pick something.”

Lana bit her lip as she studied the impressive selection of edged weaponry a moment longer. They all looked equally lethal. She wound up selecting a big hunting knife with a curved six-inch blade.

Dez nodded approvingly. “Looks like the right tool for the job. Let’s do this.”

She slammed the trunk shut and they went back into the mini-warehouse. While they were gone, Echo had managed to rouse the bound man. He gazed at them in groggy stupefaction for a few moments. Then his gaze locked on the big blade in Lana’s hand and he began to scream behind his gag.

Lana smiled as she knelt before him and pushed his legs open. He tried jerking away from her, but the other women grabbed on to him and held him in place.

Lana dragged the tip of the big blade up the length of his inner thigh, stopping at his crotch. She continued to smile as she looked up at him. “Bet the last time you saw a woman in this position she was about to suck your cock.” She giggled. “Well, I’m gonna do something else with your cock.”

More screaming.

Hysterical laughter from Dez and Echo.

Lana began to saw away at the fabric of the jeans. It yielded easily to the exquisitely sharp blade. She cut away the entire crotch of his jeans, drawing out the process and savoring every moment of it. The bound man tried harder than ever to rock himself out of the chair, but Dez and Echo leaned into him with all their weight and managed to keep him from toppling over. It helped that they had used what looked like multiple entire rolls of duct tape to secure him to the chair.

Lana’s laughter mocked him. “Struggle all you want. I like it. You’re not going anywhere and it makes this even more exciting.”

The knife made even quicker work of his underwear. The man was weeping nonstop as she took hold of two large balls and stretched them out, placing the sharp edge of the blade against the base of his scrotum.

Dez let out a low, appreciative whistle. “This is some trippy shit. I mean, we’ve done fucked-up shit, Echo and me, but never this.”

Lana smiled. “Good. I’d hate to be boring.”

Dez laughed. “Baby, I doubt you’re
ever
boring.”

Lana again made eye contact with the man who had hurt her. The way his eyes seemed to plead with her—to
beg
—made her very happy. She let out a breath and began to work the blade through his scrotum. The muffled screaming was louder than ever, rendered shrill and girlish by the pain. The gushing blood required her to squeeze harder on his dick to maintain her grip. And at first the flesh gave way as easily as his clothes, but she encountered a bit more resistance when she began to saw through his dick. But she just redoubled her effort and in seconds the job was nearly done. There was a lot more blood as his cock at last came completely away from his body. The gore spattered Lana, making a bloody mess of her halter top, but she didn’t care.