Flesh squeezed between his fingers like warm shit; faces slid off of skulls. Yet onward Bob travailed, back up toward the exit from this warren of Lucifer’s bowels.
A few more minutes of crawling upward, then a few more seconds. Bob thought that if he took
His desperate hand jutted out through the opening; his hand, suddenly, felt cool.
Then another hand grabbed it.
Bob, then, was pulled out. He was pulled all the way out of the hole in the tarp and timber-frame that his near-300-pound body had busted through when he’d inadvertently stepped on it.
“Sheree!” he shrieked in glee when he’d been dragged all of the way from the corpse-dump.
“Shee-it,” came a reply. “Lookit this, would’ja?”
It was not Sheree who’d pulled Bob out. It was Enoch.
««—»»
But then the crank stopped.
It stopped dead. Sheree just stared at it for an incalculable passage of time. Did she hear a distant splash? Then another?
Sheree didn’t know how much time transpired before she took the crank herself and began to turn it. The resistance seemed slight. And when she’d cranked the boat all the way back to the pier, she quickly played the beam of her flashlight over the boat.
Ashton was not in the boat.
At first she didn’t know what she was looking at. At first…she thought the boat was empty.
But it wasn’t
No.
The boat contained two piles of human innards.
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Chapter Twelve
Esau had found Darren wandering around the north shore, babbling inanely, of course, and still covered with shit. “Got’cha, fella!” Esau had exclaimed upon the capture. “Fun time’s over!”
“Frab-blab-yoo-hlab!” Darren objected.
Esau drew his buck knife cleanly through the tendons behind each of Darren’s knees, and that put an end to any further jaunts. The fact that the boy was still enslimed in his own fecal matter didn’t faze Esau in the least. His hands were
“There ya go, Fattie,” Enoch was saying, having just dragged Bob into the shack too.
“Hey, brother!” Esau greeted. “Lookit what I found!” He flopped Darren down onto a wood table; speckles of shit flew off of him at the impact.
“Ya found him,” Enoch grunted approval. “But what about that skinny girl?”
“Ain’t found her yet, Enoch. But I’se kin tell ya, she cain’t get far.”
“You better hope so, boy.”
Esau grinned. “Did’ja find my surprise?”
“Say what?”
“The surprise I left for ya! A right purdy blondie, she is.” Then Esau turned up one of the oil lamps, illuminating the corner of the shack.
There hung Carol, blanked-faced in her compounded horror, her big tits pushing out her top.
Enoch scowled. “Aw, boy, ya dang
Esau proudly walked over to the wall, flipped up Carol’s denim skirt.
“Look like a gal to you?” he asked.
Enoch’s gaze peeled. “Ya don’t say? Dang!”
“All fer you, my good brother! Take a look at that dick on this bitch!”
Enoch was taking a look, all right, and giving his crotch a rub ta boot. “And not a hair on it,” he remarked.
“No, sir. She—er he, er whatever—ain’t even got a hair in her ass-crack. Not a single one! I’se looked!”
“Shee-it, I gots ta have me some of this,” Enoch informed, unbuckling the shoulder straps of his overalls.
“And I see you done fetched Bob,” Esau said, noticing the obese, unconscious man on the table.
“The fat dumbass stepped on the blammed tarp we got coverin’ the pit. I hauled him out, brung his fat ass here.” Enoch hocked on the dirt floor. “Take care’a that skinny kid while I put the blocks to this big-tit bitch with a cock.”
It didn’t take him long. From the place which she’d been efficiently nailed to the wall, Enoch pushed Carol’s knees back to her shoulders.
Meanwhile, Esau walked not to Darren but to Bob, inquisitive at the newest capture. He slammed the man’s head repeatedly against the tabletop. The warning was redundant, however; their captive was obviously not in any condition to go anywhere. Blood streamed down the side of his face from a cut on his head, the cut centered in the midst of a rapidly swelling lump the size of a halved pear. Close to the same time, Carol revived, twisting and struggling to pull free of the nails which affixed her hands to the wall, squirming in a desperate effort to see if Bob was, in fact, still alive.
“Bob!” she screamed. “Bob!”
Enoch licked the side of her face as she struggled. His breath stank as though he’d been eating roadkill.
Carol began to sob again as she felt her knees being pushed farther back, blood welling slowly from her ruined hands. It was useless to try to pull free; the slightest motion filled her with nauseating waves of pain.
Enoch spit in his palm and lubricated his organ. Carol felt pressure, then a blinding, rending pain as he forced himself into her, so startled by the pain was she that both bowel and bladder voided simultaneously.
“Damn!” roared Enoch as he pulled out with a wet squishing sound. “Lookit that, that nasty he-bitch just shit and pissed all over me!”
“Dang, she shore shits a lot,” Esau said, plying Bob’s face like fresh sourdough. “That’s what she was doin’ when I’se caught her—takin’ a big shit in the woods. She left a dang
To emphasize his complaints, Enoch ran his hand up the crack of Carol’s ass, brushing her flaccid cock and balls aside.
Carol tried to wrench her head back, but he’d grabbed a handful of hair and twisted it around his hand so that she was unable to move. The stench of her own shit made her retch as he wiped his hand off in her long blond hair. “I don’t like this he-bitch,” Enoch complained next. “I’ll fuck that fat ’un there on the table. Meantime—” his eyes flicked toward Carol. “Cut this one’s peter off.”
Esau amusedly shook his head. “Ya know, Enoch, I was thinkin’ ’bout that earlier. Thought maybe it’d be better to cut it
Enoch had little interest in watching his brother’s skills. Instead he yanked Bob’s slacks off, spread his fat,
