Hacked (5 page)

     It felt as if she were being punched in the stomach from the inside. He rotated the tool once again as it scraped and ripped at the walls of her uterus. Tears ran down her face as the physical pain became overwhelming. Then the thoughts flooded her mind. Her physical womanhood was being ripped from her body, against her will. Like some horrific hysterectomy from hell.

     He pulled it out again, shaking off another thick clump of tissue that was once her uterus. The pain was so bad, she couldn’t even wiggle or move at all without it hurting. He jammed the tool back inside her scraping, twisting and pulling. With each movement it felt like a ball of fire was being ignited inside of her. She screamed and cried with each pull. Despite her cries, he showed no mercy. Abby would have been happy to just pass out or even bleed to death. There was so much blood as he intermittently removed the tool. How was she even conscious, let alone alive?

     At one point he held up a clump still dangling from the Cleaner just inches from her face.

     “You see that? Looks like no little Abby’s in your future. Probably just as well. We don’t need any more shitty little cunts like you running around.” He mocked. Whatever fight may have been left in her was gone at that moment. Perhaps it was just the blood loss, the pain, the shock or the emotional toll of what was happening.

     Looking over at Jason, he had his head turned away. Deep down she hoped he got it far worse than what Rodney had just given to her, but she immediately hated herself for it. Jason had his own issues, but he was nothing like Rodney. He sure didn’t deserve what was about to happen to him, neither of them did, but that didn’t matter in the scheme of things. It was happening regardless.

     All she wanted now was death. This pain she was feeling, the burning and throbbing inside her hurt her entire body every time she took a breath. The only relief that could come would be death. There would be no painkiller or band aid that would make her whole again. Rodney continued the torture for several more minutes before he sat the tool down and took a deep breath.

     “Wow, that was exhausting,” he said. “And messy. At least our boy parts are much simpler. You girls and all your glop and mushy shit way up in there. How you feel? I’m sure it hurts. But you should be honored.” He held up the Cleaner and clicked the bloody mandible open and closed. “You got to take my new toy on its inaugural voyage. I’d say it was quite a success.

     “Can you please kill me now? I don’t even want to go home anymore,” Abby sobbed. “I just want to die. I’ll never bother you or anyone again. Just kill me. I won’t even fight it.”

     “Aww, well how sweet of you, but no. I’m afraid it’s not your time just yet. I packed your goodies with some gauze so that will hopefully slow any bleeding. I’ll change it out in a little while. No my dear. Your friend is next,” Rodney said looking at Jason, then back at the Cleaner. “Though I don’t have any sanitation equipment, so for his sake I sure hope you don’t have cooties.” He clicked the mandibles open and closed again as he laughed. Just as he began removing Jason’s shorts, there was a knock on the van door.

Chapter 11

     “What the hell?” Rodney yelled as someone pounded on his van door. Who the hell would be out here? It was after ten at night and he was miles from the nearest road. No way could it be cops. Abby lie there sobbing while Jason began to scream after the first knock. Rodney cracked him on the side of the head with the Cleaner and his screams turned into whimpers.

     Rodney grabbed his hammer and slid the door open slightly. There was blood all over his shirt and hands, but he did his best to keep it hidden.

     “Who are you? What do you want?” he asked.

     “Hi,” the guy said. He was a younger guy, probably in his twenties. His hair was longish hair and glasses. The girl was lightly taller with brown hair. They both had on backpacks and both looked like they’d been out in the sun way too long. “We were wondering, if maybe you had a phone we could borrow. Or maybe some water. If you could give us a ride to our car it would be great. Sorry to impose, we’ve just been out here a really long time.”

     “I’m sorry. I’m in the middle of something important,” Rodney said and slammed the door. He turned back to his captives when there was a knocking again. He cracked the door slightly and this time it was the girl standing there.

     “Hey!” She said. “We could die out here. You’re just gonna slam your door in our faces?”

     “You’re right. You could die out here. Which is why I suggest you leave.” He went to close the door again, but the girl stuck her hand inside the door and pushed it further open. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of Abby and Jason and her eyes went wide. No doubt she saw Abby tied up and naked with her legs taped behind her head and blood oozing from her pussy.

     The girl began to scream, but before she could Rodney grabbed her by the hair, pulled her into the van and hit her in the face three times with the hammer.

     “Hey!” Her boyfriend yelled. Rodney spun around in a smooth motion and cracked him in the side of the head with the hammer. The guy bounced off the door jamb before slumping to the ground. He reached down and grabbed the guy and dragged him into the van and slammed the door. Fuck!

     Looking around this had become a total mess. The night was meant to be an intimate date with a special lady for one night. Just him, her and the van. Now he’s got four people, three of which have nothing to do with anything. He was also going to have to move. Someone would be looking for these hikers. Stupid nosy assholes. He gave them a chance to walk away, but the dumb bitch had to stick her nose into shit.

     The hikers lie bloody and writhing on the floor. He grabbed the duct tape and taped them both up by their hands and feet the best he could and climbed into the driver’s seat. He put the van in drive and headed to his back up spot. It was about twenty minutes away, but there wouldn’t be any hikers there. He might have to scrap this spot for good. It seemed so perfect too.

     Once he arrived at his backup spot he parked the van and climbed in back. The guy was wiggling around trying to scream through the duct tape. The girl was awake, but looking dazed.

     “I wish you all would have just walked away. You fucked up my whole shit.” Rodney said. He sat and tried to think of some options. There probably was a way he could make this interesting. So strange three out of these four people literally walked right up to him. He did very little work in capturing them. Hell, he didn’t even want them, but couldn’t just let them go now.

     “As you can see, we have some rather disturbing activities going on here. Not for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. But now, it looks like you’ll get to see firsthand how ugly things can be.”

     He pulled the duct tape of each of their faces as they both began to scream.

     “Stop that! No one can hear you out here. You’re not even close to where I found you. So it will be like you just vanished from there.”

     “Please mister!” The guy said. “We don’t want any trouble. Honest. We were just lost. If you let us go, just dump us off somewhere. We’ll never say a word to anyone. Not about these other people or anything. I swear!”

     “Well, now there’s a thought. I might just do that,” Rodney said.

     “You will?”

     “Sure! I’m a reasonable guy. Let’s get you up.” Rodney cut the duct tape off the young guy’s feet. As the guy sat up, Rodney smashed his left foot with the hammer, demolishing all of his toes. The man screamed and cried as he grabbed his foot. Rodney grabbed a knife and slashed a large cut down the back of his calf. Blood oozed as Rodney grabbed the guy by the hair and slid the door open, and shoved him out of the van.

     The young man stumbled over some rocks before getting his footing and limping away. The man climbed into the driver’s seat and turned on the headlights, illuminating the guy as he limped along. The man turned and looked back at the van, somewhat blinded by the lights, and turned and kept going.

     Rodney sat back and watched as the man got about fifty feet away before the first hog arrived. It ran up and began sniffing at him. The man tried to pick up his pace, but with a broken foot and a leg all sliced up, he couldn’t go much faster. Several more hogs ran up knocking him to the ground. Rodney rolled down the window to listen to the man scream.

     As the hogs gnawed on his blood covered leg and tore into his limbs and face, his screams grew louder and louder. When one of the beast tore his arm off, he shrieked like a little girl. When they tore into his face and head, Rodney couldn’t tell his squeals from that of the hogs.

Chapter 12

     Finally Abby no longer felt pain. Was she dead? She didn’t think so. She could still hear the voices in the van. Rodney was hitting someone and a new voice screaming. Oh God. Did he get more people? No! No! No! Though the selfish part of her was glad. Maybe he’ll focus on them for a while and leave her alone. She’d had enough. She wasn’t just saying that to him earlier, Abby really did want to die.

     He’d ripped her fucking insides out with some crude instrument. What kind of sick fuck does that? Or even makes a tool just for ripping out women’s insides? That is insane. After a while the voices began to fade and she was no longer lying in the van. She was in her house, but it wasn’t her house. It was their house. Drake was there. Not the older, burned out asshole Drake she’d divorced. But the young, handsome Drake who’d had his whole future in front of him. They both had.

     She’d been modeling part time, trying to find a big break. It was tough. Despite her looks, she had a hard time getting the good gigs. She just wasn’t quite tall enough or thin enough. She wasn’t fat by any means, but her curves often kept her in the “plus-size” jobs. Those jobs often didn’t pay as much or weren’t taken as seriously.

     At one gig, she walked out when she arrived to find the photographer naked and with a hard on. It wasn’t even a nude shoot. It was supposed to be some artistic nature shoots, but there he was, standing in the park butt ass naked.

     “Come on,” he said. “I told you it’s a paying gig, but money is tight right now. I figured I’d make it up to you by…you know. Making love to you.”

     She almost threw up as he said it. The guy was around six foot two and a hundred forty pounds of bones. His rib cage jutted out and his bony shoulder blades looked like something you’d see in a Feed the Children commercial.

     “Are you fucking joking? You think fucking me is payment?” First she was sick to her stomach, then she started to laugh. Once she began to laugh she couldn’t stop. The laughter turned into this hysteria that only enraged the photographer. He pulled his pants on, so furious it was comical to watch. He nearly tripped himself getting dressed as he stormed over to her.

     “You fuckin’ bitch!” he said. “You’re lucky I offered you anything. You have any idea what kind of opportunity I’m giving you here? And you want to ruin it over being a prudish cunt? I’ve seen your nude work. Your pussy isn’t made from fucking platinum bitch.”

     “I don’t need your opportunity. I need money to pay my bills. Your little pencil dick or bullshit gig isn’t going to do either, so I’m out of here.” As she began walking away, he grabbed her arm and spun her toward him.

     “Where are you going? We’re not done here.” He said.

     She jerked her arm away and smacked him in the face. It was easy to jerk away from him, he was a skinny weakling. Not that she was insanely strong, but doing yoga three times a week gave her some muscle. He stepped back looking shocked at the fact she slapped him.

     “I said I’m fucking leaving!” She turned and walked back to her car. Thankfully he didn’t follow her. After that incident, Drake began to accompany her on modeling jobs. That had been the beginning of the end for them. He’d never been the jealous type, at least he hadn’t acted like it. But he’d ruined many jobs for her. Some involved her being body painted or posing with another guy. None of these were nude shoots; at the very least, nudity was only implied.

     Drake wasn’t having any of it. Even though she would explain long ahead of time what a job consisted of and how much she was making off it, he’d get to the set and just lose it. It got to the point, she could barely book any jobs anymore. While he acted pleased with himself, her resentment just kept building until she couldn't keep it in anymore.

     “Why do you keep fucking up jobs for me? Can’t you just go there and shut up and let me work?”

     “You call that work? Doing fucking porn?” He yelled back.

     “It’s a bathing suit ad! Not even remotely porn. Shit, I’ve caught you jerking of to the swimsuit issue. At least I’m getting paid for this.”

    “It’s not the same. You don’t need to be taking off your clothes in front of strangers. I want you to quit.”

     She’d suspected as much for a while.

     “I’m not quitting. You knew what I did when we got together and you were fine with it,” she said.

     “That was before.”

     “Before what? You actually saw me on set? If you watched closely you’d have also seen there is nothing sexy about it. Lots of standing around and waiting. Or standing in cold water in a bikini or letting some guy I don’t know cuddle with me in my underwear. All very uncomfortable at times, but part of the job.”

     “Well it’s time for a new job. New job, or a new man.”

     That was the first of many fights they had on that and many other subjects. The least of which was him cheating on her with one of the trainers at the gym. That baffled her the most. This girl had nothing on Abby, yet when she saw them together they were like school kids. Maybe it’s because this chick was younger and stroked his ego and his dick. Abby was sure the girl believed all the lies he’d told about being a movie director. He’d shot a short film on his Go Pro with some friends once, that was his filmmaking experience, but he convinced this dumb girl he’d make her a star.

     Before long, she was living by herself, fast forward a couple years and here she was. Odds are Drake or no one else would be coming to look for her. Her mind began to clear as her eyes opened to see Rodney standing over Jason holding his cleaner tool. In her trip down memory lane, she’d hoped that was the reality and this was the nightmare. Sadly, hope was too big a thing to ask for on this day.