Zeke (37 page)

Brenda was quite drunk by now and
agreed that four should do the trick. She chased the pills down with the
schnapps. “This is all gone.” She giggled and tossed the bottle into the next
room, where it broke on the floor.

“We still have the tequila,” Zeke
reminded her, though he didn’t think she’d need anything more to drink. The
Xanax would kick in soon enough and by then he’d be well into his plans. Now,
he turned to Sue. “Can I see you in the other room for a minute?”

Sue glanced sadly at Brenda before
leaving the room.

Zeke grabbed the second flashlight
from the drawer and followed Sue. “Take these.” He handed her two pills. After
she swallowed, he said, “Open up,” and pointed the light into her mouth. Once
he was certain Sue had taken the pills, they returned to Brenda and Zeke placed
the flashlight in the opposite corner, aimed up.

It wasn’t long before Sue said she
was going to lie down. She ambled into the adjoining room and closed the door.

“Is she okay?” Brenda asked,
swaying.

“Sure. She’s not like you. She
can’t handle her booze, especially along with the pills.” Zeke kissed Brenda on
the neck. “Why don’t you lie back and let me get rid of some of your clothes?”

Brenda’s lips curved in a drunk’s
sly smile. “You first.”

“Fine by me.” Zeke stood in front
of the woman and slowly stripped, letting her feast upon him with her eyes. He
opened the door to the other room and glanced at Sue where she huddled in the
far corner. After dropping his clothes onto the floor, he shut the door and
returned his attention to Brenda. “Your turn.”

While Brenda sat up and slipped out
of her coat, Sue crawled stealthily to Zeke’s clothes. She removed his billfold
and using the scant strip of light below the door, located the flyer of Daisy.
She quickly slipped it into her coat pocket where it rested against her
destroyed debit card. She returned Zeke’s billfold to his jeans pocket, being
careful to put it in just as it had been. She crawled back to her corner and
shook with fear, worried Zeke would somehow sense what she’d done, barge in,
and kill her.

In the next room, Brenda started to
pull her sweater off, but Zeke stopped her. He kissed her and laid her back.
“Let me,” he said, his breath coming a little faster now.

“Okay, big boy.” Brenda reached for
Zeke’s erection.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Zeke pulled back.
“Not so fast. First, we get
you
naked.”

“Do we need so much light?” Brenda
shaded her eyes.

“Sure do. It makes it easier to
carve you up,” Zeke mumbled.

“What?”

“I like to see what I’m doing,”
Zeke stated clearly, bringing a smile to Brenda’s face.

“I hope you enjoy the view.” Her speech
was slurred; the pills were slow dancing with the booze now. She relaxed onto
the desk’s top.

Zeke reached into the drawer and
removed Big Ben. He slid the point under the edge of Brenda’s sweater and
grabbed the material in his other hand. With one quick move, he cut the sweater
from the hem to the neckline. Before Brenda was aware of what had happened, he
sliced through the center of her bra, releasing her breasts, which flopped to
either side. Without support, her bosom lost some of its appeal.

“What the hell?” Brenda tried to
sit up.

Zeke shoved her roughly back,
banging her head on the desk.

“Ouch,” she cried, “that hurt.”

Bringing the knife into view, Zeke
beamed. “You don’t know what hurt is; but, you will.”

Brenda struggled to get off the
table, her movements uncoordinated and ineffectual. Zeke bent down and took one
nipple into his mouth. She momentarily forgot her fright and anger and moaned
with delight. Perhaps he’d just been playing rough to add some zing to their
tryst. It had been a long time since she’d made love with a truly exciting man.
Maybe they’d even get into some spanking or dirty talk. She settled back,
prepared to enjoy a heart-pounding bodice-ripping romp.

Then, Zeke bit off her nipple and
spat it to the side. Brenda screamed in pain and terror.

Zeke ignored her and cut her jeans
away. Desire surged through him when he found she wore no panties. Brenda
rolled from side to side, clutching her chest. Loud choking sobs racked her
body.

On the other side of the wall, Sue
curled up in a corner, arms wrapped around her head, covering her ears. Yet,
still the screams found their way to her. Sue groaned in dismay, doing her best
to tune out the horrific noises issuing from the next room.

Brenda was still wailing when Zeke
positioned himself between her legs. She twisted and squirmed, slapped at him,
but her blows were weak and harmless.

He’d left her cowboy boots on. Now,
he grabbed them by the heels and lifted her legs high, spreading them wide.
“You wet? You ready for me?” Not expecting an answer, he was exhilarated when
she only screamed louder.

Edging closer, Zeke dropped one of
her legs and turned Big Ben around so the hilt faced Brenda. He massaged her
between the legs, edging the handle around her opening, but not pressing it
inside. He was always first and Big Ben second.

He laid the knife on the table and
prepared to take Brenda, pressing against her privates. He tried to push inside
her, but she was too dry. Eyeing the lemon on the floor, Zeke climbed off his
victim and picked up the fruit.

As soon as he did, Brenda scooted
off the desk and landed awkwardly on the other side. Struggling to her feet,
she scuttled toward the door.

Zeke watched with the lazy interest
of a cat. He always liked lively prey. Plus, he realized that this woman wasn’t
going far. She was too wasted. He grabbed her around the waist and hefted her
onto his shoulder. She kicked and struggled, but h
h
er
intoxication made her clumsy and she was no match for Zeke. He dropped her onto
the desk, bottom up. Easily holding her in place, he opened his mouth wide and
bit her buttocks repeatedly, drawing blood. He flipped her over, and regained
his position, squeezing the lemon between Brenda’s legs before thrusting
forward again. His penis stung but it couldn’t even come close to the pain
Brenda felt when he ripped his way inside her and the acidic citrus juice hit
raw tissue.

Zeke took pleasure from the
caterwauling of the woman beneath him. He shoved into her until he felt himself
beginning to lose control, then he withdrew and hopped off the table.

Blood seeped from Brenda’s mangled
breast and Zeke returned his mouth to it, sucking like a vampire at the neck of
a victim. Backing up, Zeke surveyed the naked body on the table.

The drugs had numbed Brenda. Even
with the rape and loss of her nipple, she could do little more than sob
wretchedly.

Zeke reached out and stroked her
leg comfortingly. “Shhh. It’s okay now, Brenda. You’re doing fine. Shhh.”

She pulled her hands away from her
face and stared at him in horror. Her mascara had run, and black smudges stood
out against her pale cheekbones.

Zeke’s mood grew jovial.

“I think it’s time to lose the
boots.” Rather than slide them off, Zeke used the knife, mangling the footwear
and throwing them across the room. He ran his hands over her feet. “You know,
I’ve never understood foot fetishes.” Grabbing her left foot, he brought the
blade to bear between her big toe and the one next to it. Leaning his weight
into it, Zeke cut a deep gouge, nearly separating her big toe from her foot,
and eliciting an agonized shriek.

Zeke stood back and contemplated
the cut he’d made. He looked at his penis and then back at the cut. “Nope, I
can’t see it. I don’t understand this foot thing. I’m not sticking
my
dick in there, that’s for sure.”

Brenda tried to get off the table
again. Zeke sighed and punched her hard in the forehead. She fell back,
stunned. He opened the desk drawer, removing the bag of nails and the hammer.
Scanning Brenda’s body, he looked for the most appropriate spot to place the
nail.

“I’d just do you through the
hands,” he said, mildly, “but that smacks of religion and this is definitely
not a spiritual experience; at least, not for you. Ohhh, I know. How about
those flabby upper arms?”

As Brenda was coming around, Zeke
took a six-inch nail from the bag and positioned it over the inside of her
upper arm. With one swing of the hammer, Zeke rammed the nail through her flesh
and into the desk, securing her limb. For good measure, he drove in two more
nails before moving to the other side. “You’re sure taking this well, Brenda. I
have to say I’m impressed.”

It was then Zeke noticed Brenda had
fainted. Either that or she was dead. Zeke checked her pulse and found it
pounding through her wrist.
Good, I don’t want to do no corpse. I don’t do
dead, I make dead.

“Okay, what next?” He snapped his
fingers as he remembered he had wanted to document this adventure. Snatching
Brenda’s sweater, he wiped most of the blood from his hands and got his camera from
the drawer. He heard a slight noise behind him and turned to see Sue opening
the outer office door. She slipped out and bolted. Zeke couldn’t believe it.
Sue was leaving him.

He grabbed a flashlight and turned
it off. Easing out the door, he paused to listen.
Not very sneaky, bunny.
Sue’s boot soles slapped the cement floor as she ran full out toward the door
through which they’d entered the main building. Zeke sprinted after her. Even
barefooted, he was much faster than a woman full of tranquilizers and booze.
Just before he grabbed her, he turned on the flashlight, illuminating her.

“No,” Sue cried out as Zeke jerked
her to a stop by one arm and shone the light into her face.

“Where the hell do you think you’re
going? Hunh? Tell me, Susie.”

“Just let me go, Zeke,” Sue begged,
terrified.

“Let you go where?” Zeke asked,
with a teasing tone.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh? You don’t know? Well, I can
tell you. You’re going to hell. Right along with all the other thieves and
killers in the world.”

“I’m not a killer,” Sue sobbed.

“You’re an accomplice. You helped
bring Brenda out here. You set her up for me, and you’d better not forget it.
Now walk.” He shoved her back toward her cage so he could finish his nefarious
activities.

Sue dropped into the corner of the
back room and cowered, fearful of retaliation for running. But her punishment
didn’t come. Zeke was anxious to return to Brenda. “I’ll deal with you later,
Sue. I promise.” He slammed the door on his way out and shoved an old chair
under the knob.

“Now, Brenda. Where were we? Ah, I
can see that you have way too much on the top. You are top-
heavy
, baby.
We need to fix that.” Zeke wielded his knife, slicing here, trimming there. He
moved down to her thighs and then her hips. Unable to turn her over due to the
nails, Zeke had to work only where he could reach.

By now, his erection was massive
and he admired the way it swung in front of him. His arousal was so intense he
could no longer resist the dying woman spread out before him. He climbed back
onto the table and entered Brenda once more. After a few strokes, Zeke lost
control and rammed into her over and over and over, finally succumbing to one
of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever experienced.

He collapsed on top of her for a
while, then went about putting the finishing touches to his rapidly-cooling
project. Brenda was just a body, a piece of inert flesh.

Now it was Big Ben’s turn at her.
Zeke rammed the hilt inside Brenda several times before turning the knife
around and raping her with the blade. “This would have been more fun if you’d
stayed alive a little longer.”

There were a few more loose ends to
tie up. Zeke worked diligently and was just gathering his treasure and tools
when he heard a car pass through the building.

“Fuck,” Zeke shouted, kicked the
chair out of the way, and threw open the door to Sue’s prison. “Come on, we
need to leave.”

Sue had passed out in the corner.
Zeke skirted the broken glass from the schnapps bottle and managed to get her
to her feet. He grabbed his clothes from the floor and juggled everything as he
opened the door a crack, watching yet another car drive across the open floor
and out the second door on its way to the other building.

“Come on, come on,” he prompted
Sue, easing through the doorway in front of her, and closing the door behind
them.

Sue, though woozy and disoriented,
remembered her plan. She surreptitiously pulled her debit card and the flyer
from her pocket and dropped them to the floor where they disappeared into the
shadows.

“I said come ON!” Zeke yanked her
out of the room, around the derelict machine, and shoved her into the passenger
seat of the van, where she slumped into a stupor. She’d kept her eyes averted
as they passed by the desk holding Brenda’s mangled body. Now, she squeezed her
eyes shut and gave in to the tranquilizer.

As he turned the key, Zeke could
hear hooting and hollering from the other building. Obviously, this was a local
hangout for late-night partiers. Zeke waited until no more vehicles appeared
and then drove out the door. He stopped just outside and hopped out, taking the
keys with him, just in case Sue was faking sleep.

He darted over to a barrel of
run-off roof water he’d noticed earlier. Dipping his shirt into the icy water,
Zeke cleaned blood from his body as well as he could. He stuck his head
underwater and scrubbed his hair and face, before tossing the shirt aside.
Freezing now, and still somewhat bloody, Zeke hurried back to the van.

Once on the dirt road, he stopped
and slipped into his clothes, dragging a dirty shirt from the pile in the back.
It was time to get the hell out of here. He pulled onto the highway and drove
sedately into town.