Chapter 15
Cindy wiped the fog from the window and peered outside. Oh Katie, Katie...Cindy was crying again...she couldn't stop her tears...she couldn't erase that horrible scene from her mind...Katie ripped open.
Cindy leaned against the wall of the cabin and let the tears flow down her cheeks. She was sure now that she too would die. Oh God, how did all this happen? She put her hands to her face and sobbed uncontrollably. "Paul, Paul Paul," she whispered...he was going to die too...they were just waiting for him.
Pete watched idly from the corner of the room. He wished Tony would get back; it was creepy being there alone...nobody but that fucking broad crying.
Cindy wiped her eyes. She wasn't going to die like Katie...she would kill herself first. Idly she traced the pattern last night's rain had made on the wall. She looked at the roof and saw the hole where the rain had come in, to drip down the wall...oh God, she could see Katie's mutilated body, with the blood dripping.
She jumped as she heard the car coming up the dirt road, its tires spinning, whining in the slick mud.
Al!
Her heart beat faster; she was almost glad to know that he was back. Maybe she wouldn't die.
She listened carefully as the car door slammed and the boards on the porch creaked. But wait! It sounded like two people on the porch. Paul? Her heart was pounding and she put her hand to her chest. Was it really Paul? But she suddenly realized that she almost hoped it wasn't Paul. If they had gotten him too . . .
Cindy held her breath as the door opened. But it wasn't Paul, it was Tony...he was the other person on the porch. She watched as the two men came into the room. Tony seemed very nervous.
"Hey, Al, you didn't answer my question," Tony said as he followed Al into the room. "When's Mason coming? When do we get the money? I want to get out of here...."
"How the fuck do I know when Mason will come? As soon as he gets the note, I guess.
Anyhow, what's your hurry? It was your idea to come up here, wasn't it?"
Suddenly Al stopped. He looked at Cindy.
"O.K., you creeps, what goes on here? How did she get all scratched up? And where's the other one?"
Tony and Pete exchanged quick glances. Al advanced towards Tony, but Tony backed away.
"What's the matter, Al?" Tony's voice quivered.
"What do you mean, what's the matter? I asked you how she got all scratched up. And I want to know where the other one is."
"Hey Al, wait a minute...we had a little fun." He smiled weakly. "We just had a little fun...you didn't say nothing about that, Al. Hey Petey, tell Al...we just had a little fun...tell him Petey...."
Al walked up close to Tony, a sneer on his face. Tony's back was pressed against the wall. He held out his hands as if to fend off an attack.
"Yeah sure, I'll bet," Al said sarcastically. "Now don't tell me this one got all scratched up from you just having a little fun. Is that what you're trying to tell me, that she got all cut up like that from you and Petey having a little fun?"
"No, Al, I'm not trying to tell you that. The other one tried to get away and we all had to go after her...that's how she got all cut up."
"Yeah, so where is she?"
"Well, Al, she tried to get away...she's dead, we had to kill her." Cindy could hardly hear Tony, he was speaking so low.
"So you killed her! You just had a little fun and she almost got away...and we would have had the cops after us. You stupid clown! You want to go back to that place? You love that place so much you want to go back to it?"
He hit Tony hard across the mouth, cutting his lip. Tony cringed, as if expecting another blow, but when none came, he looked up at Al.
"I'm sorry, Al."
"Yeah, you're sorry. But that wouldn't have done any good if she had gotten away. Now would it? You know what they'll do if they catch us again? We'll never get out of that place. But maybe you like all them pretty nurses in their pretty white uniforms?"
"No, Al."
"Listen, I don't give a fuck what kind of fun you have. Even your funny kind of fun...but I'm not going to get caught...not before I get Mason."
Tony looked hurt, but he was afraid to move or to say anything for fear Al would hit him again.
"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have left you two clowns up here alone. O.K., O.K., so now I don't want no more slipups. Understand?"
Both men nodded, but Tony looked sullenly down at the floor. His hand was in his pocket and Cindy was sure he was clutching his knife.
"Tony, you get that dog of yours and tie him outside. And tell him to bite the first thing that moves."
"But Al, it's cold outside. And it's going to rain again." Tony looked at Al and then down at the floor.
"Pete, go out in the car and bring in the food." Al looked from Tony to Pete.
"That's enough, Al," said Tony. His eyes were still fixed on the floor, but there was a sharpness in his voice that made Al glance back to him quickly.
"What did you say?"
Tony was silent for a moment; he began to pace around the room. He looked at Pete.
"Hey Al, why do you always have to be telling us what to do?" Tony asked, almost apologetically.
"Shit. What do you mean why do I have to tell you what to do? I have to tell you what to do because you're stupid. You've got the brains of a fucking bird. You and Pete...."
"Cut it out Al!"
"You and Pete wouldn't last two minutes without me. You'd both be back in that place in two minutes if I wasn't around to take care of you. You've got no brains."
"That's not true, Al. I got plenty of brains. It's just...it's just I get confused sometimes. But it's not my fault Al...I just get confused...."
"Shit!" Al spat.
"Al, I'm telling you to cut it out," Tony warned again.
"So you killed a little girl and now you think you're pretty brave...is that it?" Al advanced towards Tony.
"I didn't want to kill her...I didn't know what to do. But I'm telling you Al, cut it out!"' Tony brought the knife from his pocket.
Al stopped and looked at Tony and then at the knife. He hesitated for a moment and then continued toward Tony. Tony held the knife out in front of him. Suddenly Al lunged forward, meaning to grab Tony's arm. But Tony was too quick for him; he stepped aside and as Al stumbled forward, Tony was on his back. He buried the knife deep in Al's neck. Al grunted and tried desperately to shake Tony loose. Again and again the blade bit into Al's flesh and with each thrust Al grew weaker until finally he was still. But Tony didn't stop...he stabbed Al's lifeless body again and again until finally the knife fell from his hand and he slumped forward onto the floor, his breath coming in agonized heavings. He remained motionless on the floor, even pushing away Pete's offered hand of assistance. Then he got up and looked down at Al.
"Why did you have to say those things Al? I told you to stop it."
"Come on, don't worry about him. We don't need him anymore," Pete said as he began dragging the body towards the door of the cabin.
"He was wrong about us. Petey. We aren't stupid. We won't get caught. I'm not going back there."
"Nope, we ain't going back. Just as soon as Mason gets here with the money, you and me are splitting. Now let's get this son of a bitch outta here."
Cindy watched as they dragged Al's body out of the cabin. When they returned, she noticed Tony seemed calm again...that awful calm, as if he could just forget, forget the murder of two people. His eyes gleamed as he looked at her.
"Hey Petey, look who's here."
Cindy stiffened as Tony walked over to the bed. The expression on her face was a mixture of fear and revulsion. Tony saw it and for an instant there was hate in his own eyes, and that scared her...it was the same look he had had before he killed Al.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
Tony stared at her for a moment and then looked down at his bloody clothes.
"These bother you, huh? Well, maybe I'll take them off...how would you like that, beautiful?"
Cindy shrank back in horror at the thought of being touched by him.
"Come on over, Petey."
Pete walked over and stood by the bed.
"Might be your last chance, Petey."
But Pete seemed only half interested. Tony waited for a minute, watching Pete. Then he reached down and tore the flimsy blouse from Cindy's body. Instinctively, she tried to cover her breasts with her hands. Tony stood back and watched. Pete was now gazing intently at Cindy's half-nude body. He hesitated, wiping the palms of his hands on his pants.
"Yeah, it might be our last chance," said Pete. "Come here!"
Cindy moved backwards on the bed. She picked up her torn blouse and held it in front of her. Pete grabbed her by the leg and dragged her off the bed. Her head hit hard on the floor and she was momentarily stunned. Tony had moved back even further to give Pete plenty of room. Standing over Cindy's body, Pete hurriedly removed his own clothes, then bent down and tore the skirt from Cindy's thighs.
"You sure got a beautiful little cunt."
Her head was still spinning as she sat up. Pete moved forward and, holding her head, tried to force his prick into Cindy's mouth. She tried to resist, but her back was now pressed against the bed. He pushed her head back on the bed and slipped his prick far down her throat. Cindy gagged, but she didn't resist now as he moved in and out of her soft wet mouth. Suddenly Pete stopped and, lying on the floor, motioned Cindy to get on top of him.
As she straddled him she could see Tony standing a few feet away. He too had removed his clothes and he was watching the two of them intently.
"Come on, baby, start working!" Pete grunted.
Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her forward until she was poised just above his throbbing prick. Then swiftly he pulled her down. She gasped as she felt his swollen prick thrust deep inside her.
"Come on now, work!" he said hoarsely.
Cindy rotated her hips frantically around and around. Pete pulled her forward until her soft breasts were crushed against his chest. Her legs rested on either side of his body and her ass was raised high in the air. Suddenly she felt Tony's hands stroking the soft mounds of her behind, stroking, squeezing, pulling them even further apart. As soon as she realized what he was about to do, she stopped moving.
"No!" she gasped. But almost before the word was out of her mouth she felt Tony's prick pushing against her anus. She was helpless to resist. Tony pushed harder, past the muscular ring, into the narrow channel of her behind. Cindy gasped and slumped forward further onto Pete...it felt like she was being split in two. Suddenly she began to jerk violently...she couldn't stop and she moaned as the waves passed through her. Tony too was moving faster; he grabbed her hips, moving hard against her as he emptied himself into her bottom.