Blood and Sex
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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4,068
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Capture
Chapter 10 - Capture
Otis took to his feet, his nakedness standing out, but him not caring. He stepped over toward Ryek, taking the gun from her hands.
“What the fuck do you mean interrupting our beauty sleep like that?” Otis slammed the butt of the gun into the other man’s temple.
Matt fell back against the wall. Blood starting to trickle down his cheek where the sights sliced through his skin.
“You invade our quiet little moment...” Otis’s words were cut short.
“It’s my cabin. I own it.” Matt pointed a fat finger at his chest. “You are invading and trespassing at that.”
Otis snorted. “Trespassing? You think we are trespassing? Well I be dipped. He says we are trespassing, you believe that shit, Ryek?” He turned to glance over his shoulder at the small woman standing off to the side.
Ryek shook her head. “Not a cent.” She rests her hands on her bare hips. “I think he should pay.”
A groan from beside Matt brought the two’s attentions back. “Well look who’s come back to join us.” Otis kneeled down in front of the other woman, using the tip of the gun to lift her chin up.
“Hi there.” The woman started blubbering incoherently.
“How rude of me, I didn’t introduce us.” He rested his elbows on his bent knees. “I’m Otis.”
Pointing with the gun, he turned towards Ryek. “This beautiful woman is Ryek. We are going to be hosts for the day.”
The girl’s lower lip started to quiver.
Otis laughed at her. “And who the fuck are you.”
He pointed the gun, barrel touching her forehead.
“Lee” she slobbered out, drool dribbling down her chin slightly.
“And you?” The gun turned on the man still on the floor.
“Matt.” He growled through clenched teeth.
“Now what fun things should we do with y’all first?” Otis stood up, his height and nakedness, swarming over them.
“First?” The still sobbing girl, stammered out.
Otis walked over towards a pile of clothes. “Why, don’t you know?” He dug around til he found his pants, sliding them on, all the while still holding the gun. “We’re gonna kill you!”
“Please don’t.” Lee blubbered out.
“Oh come on Lee, it’ll be fun.” He grabbed some rope and duct tape from the earlier discarded knapsack. “Hell you should be thrilled to be the next victims of the devil’s rejects.”
“You ain’t fucking touching us.” Matt staggered to his feet, trying to be tougher despite him being off balance still. “I have friends in high places, you will never get away with this.”
Otis shoved the slightly taller but fatter man down in a chair. “Sit down and shut. It’s her turn to talk, not yours.”
Otis tossed the rope over at Ryek, who in the meantime had pulled on a pair of pants and sports bra she had found in the knapsack as well. Silently she walks behind Matt, yanking his arms behind him while his attention was mainly focused on Otis. With quickness and skill she had his hands tied tightly behind him.
“Nice job.” Otis carefully inspected her work. “Better than I could have done.” Ryek smiled.
With his free hand, he grabbed her by the neck and kissed her, hard. She let out a gasp as their mouths came apart. Her eyes traveled to the mumbling captive who was watching them, angrily. Slowly, inticingly, she ran her tongue over her lips, never taking her eyes from him.
He stumbled on his words, his mind distracted as he watched the pinkness of her tongue, lick of the remains of Otis’s kiss.
“God damn.” Otis ripped off a piece of duct tape from the roll. “Shut the fuck up! You can talk when I tell you to talk.”
He pressed the tape roughly against his mouth, sealing off his last words.
“Don’t be rude Matt.” Ryek yanked the boney girl off the floor. “Rude people suck.”
Otis stared at Ryek, almost dumb struck. “What?” For a split second there she reminded him greatly of Baby.
Ryek slammed Lee down into a second chair, doing the same to her hands as with Matt. “Rudeness sucks. He should have more respect for people.”
Otis smiled, taking in the two people now bound and silenced before him. He crossed his arms across his bare chest, the pistol still gripped in his left hand. He nodded his head.
“Especially to those who are in charge of how painless their death could be.”
Otis took to his feet, his nakedness standing out, but him not caring. He stepped over toward Ryek, taking the gun from her hands.
“What the fuck do you mean interrupting our beauty sleep like that?” Otis slammed the butt of the gun into the other man’s temple.
Matt fell back against the wall. Blood starting to trickle down his cheek where the sights sliced through his skin.
“You invade our quiet little moment...” Otis’s words were cut short.
“It’s my cabin. I own it.” Matt pointed a fat finger at his chest. “You are invading and trespassing at that.”
Otis snorted. “Trespassing? You think we are trespassing? Well I be dipped. He says we are trespassing, you believe that shit, Ryek?” He turned to glance over his shoulder at the small woman standing off to the side.
Ryek shook her head. “Not a cent.” She rests her hands on her bare hips. “I think he should pay.”
A groan from beside Matt brought the two’s attentions back. “Well look who’s come back to join us.” Otis kneeled down in front of the other woman, using the tip of the gun to lift her chin up.
“Hi there.” The woman started blubbering incoherently.
“How rude of me, I didn’t introduce us.” He rested his elbows on his bent knees. “I’m Otis.”
Pointing with the gun, he turned towards Ryek. “This beautiful woman is Ryek. We are going to be hosts for the day.”
The girl’s lower lip started to quiver.
Otis laughed at her. “And who the fuck are you.”
He pointed the gun, barrel touching her forehead.
“Lee” she slobbered out, drool dribbling down her chin slightly.
“And you?” The gun turned on the man still on the floor.
“Matt.” He growled through clenched teeth.
“Now what fun things should we do with y’all first?” Otis stood up, his height and nakedness, swarming over them.
“First?” The still sobbing girl, stammered out.
Otis walked over towards a pile of clothes. “Why, don’t you know?” He dug around til he found his pants, sliding them on, all the while still holding the gun. “We’re gonna kill you!”
“Please don’t.” Lee blubbered out.
“Oh come on Lee, it’ll be fun.” He grabbed some rope and duct tape from the earlier discarded knapsack. “Hell you should be thrilled to be the next victims of the devil’s rejects.”
“You ain’t fucking touching us.” Matt staggered to his feet, trying to be tougher despite him being off balance still. “I have friends in high places, you will never get away with this.”
Otis shoved the slightly taller but fatter man down in a chair. “Sit down and shut. It’s her turn to talk, not yours.”
Otis tossed the rope over at Ryek, who in the meantime had pulled on a pair of pants and sports bra she had found in the knapsack as well. Silently she walks behind Matt, yanking his arms behind him while his attention was mainly focused on Otis. With quickness and skill she had his hands tied tightly behind him.
“Nice job.” Otis carefully inspected her work. “Better than I could have done.” Ryek smiled.
With his free hand, he grabbed her by the neck and kissed her, hard. She let out a gasp as their mouths came apart. Her eyes traveled to the mumbling captive who was watching them, angrily. Slowly, inticingly, she ran her tongue over her lips, never taking her eyes from him.
He stumbled on his words, his mind distracted as he watched the pinkness of her tongue, lick of the remains of Otis’s kiss.
“God damn.” Otis ripped off a piece of duct tape from the roll. “Shut the fuck up! You can talk when I tell you to talk.”
He pressed the tape roughly against his mouth, sealing off his last words.
“Don’t be rude Matt.” Ryek yanked the boney girl off the floor. “Rude people suck.”
Otis stared at Ryek, almost dumb struck. “What?” For a split second there she reminded him greatly of Baby.
Ryek slammed Lee down into a second chair, doing the same to her hands as with Matt. “Rudeness sucks. He should have more respect for people.”
Otis smiled, taking in the two people now bound and silenced before him. He crossed his arms across his bare chest, the pistol still gripped in his left hand. He nodded his head.
“Especially to those who are in charge of how painless their death could be.”