Blood and Sex

Chapter 3 - Moving

Pain. It was all that she knew, it was all that she felt. It seemed to consume her like gas would a small chamber. She slowly came back around, but semi consciously becoming aware of some of her surroundings.

She felt cold, wet and sticky hands grab a hold of her.

He reached in through the shattered window, not caring as part of the glass that remained stuck in the door sliced at the pale, wet skin of his fore arm. Wrapping his long fingers around her out stretched arm, he effortlessly dragged her free.

Once clear of the overturned, steaming car, he let go of her hand, letting it drop solidly to the ground. He squatted once more beside her. With his left hand, he wiped the blood from her face.

She was pretty in a normal girlish way. He might have some fun with her before he killed her. He smiled as he watched her shift slightly with a groan of pain.

“Yup we definitely are gonna have some fucking fun!”

Not trying to be careful at all, he grabbed the limp, small form in his arms, watching as her head lolled backwards then flopped against his naked, wet chest.

The sexual urge already stirring inside of him.

He cautiously looked around for other witnesses.

“Gotta be careful around these parts, might run into some crazy psycho person!”

Not seeing any, he moved swiftly to the edge of the road, stepping over the small, rushing creek of the ditch. Being careful not to drop his prize, he turned sideways and disappeared between the trees.

The stolen ‘69 Black El Camino was hidden not far from the road. He flung open the passenger side door, once again carelessly tossing the young woman onto the seat, adjusting her slightly so he would be able to drive with out her laying in his lap.

“Course, that might just be a good fucking idea!”

He slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Raising his head to the sky he blinked rapidly as the water dripped into his steel blue eyes.

“When are you ever gonna fucking stop?” He hollered at the top of his lungs to no one in particular.

Shacking his head with more amusement, he circled the car, yanked open the driver’s door and cranked the engine.

“Hang on honey were going for a ride.” He grinned mischievously over at the still unconscious woman beside him.

Slamming the car into gear, he floored the gas pedal. The car shot forward, tires spinning on the damp and soggy forest floor, not wanting to grab traction.

A few seconds later, the tires bit and the car took off, fishtailing and nearly taking out a small tree on it’s way out onto the road.

A blaring horn met the black car as it bounced up onto the hardtop, nearly swhipping another vehicle off the road in the process.

He looked at the rear view mirror, the headlights reflecting on his eyes and shot them the finger.

Her body shifted slightly with the movement, her head coming to rest against his side. “Whoa there honey, there’s time for that later.”

With a free hand, he shoved her over, just a bit to hard as her shoulder struck the passenger,
door and her head thumped loudly against the window.

The jar to her head caused her teeth to clamp down on her tongue, she jerked with the sharp pain, becoming more aware as the time ticked by. She knew she was in trouble and didn’t dare open her eyes.

Only if the pain would ever go away.

It was all she felt.

She groaned, which made everything seem worse than before.

Her head hurt so much and wouldn’t stop throbbing. Course the knock against the window didn’t help it any more. Her chest hurt as well with every breath she took in, sharp pain would rake through her torso. Her face felt like it had been drug along the ground.

She could remember bits and pieces of the accident, what had happened. Most of all though, she remembered that pale, long-haired face grinning at her through the rain.

It scared her, more then anything. Which gave her reason more to pretend that she was still out.

They seemed to drive for ever, but she figured it was less than an hour. By the time she heard the tires crunch against gravel, the rain had stopped it’s steady patter against the car roof and windows.

The car rolled to a jolting stop, sending stabs of more pain through her body. She inhaled sharply, biting down, trying to keep from crying out.

This was it. This was her chance. She took a risk and opened her eyes, just slightly, looking out through her long lashes. It was still dark but the dome light of the El Camino was on. The pale man was sitting next to her watching her closely.

His icy blue eyes roaming, invadingly across her body, from her head to her legs. She shivered at the violating stare. He smiled raising his hand to her head, he bushed her wet, blood matted hair away from her face. He leaned in suddenly, running his tongue up her neck and along the side of her face.

“Mmmmmm.” The sound came out sounding similar to a moan of excitement.

He watched her shiver ever so slightly and laughed.

Kicking open the car door, he unfolded his long legs and stood up slowly. Keeping an eye on the girl in the front seat, but always aware of his surroundings.

With lanky strides he rounded the front of the car, yanking the passenger side door open.

She felt open space and falling. She hit the ground hard, landing in a pile of legs and limbs.

That fucking laugh resounded in her head once more.

He jerked her to her feet roughly, not caring about what possible injuries she might have or how he could be making them worse.

With a slight grunt, he easily lifted the lightweight woman up, draping her limp body across his shoulder and started off toward the dark building, whose out line was barely visible in the brief flashes of moonlight.

In the bouncing movement of his walk, she could see glimpses and pieces of where they were headed. It looked like a cabin of some sorts. Small, maybe one or two total rooms.

Trees surrounded it. They were in the woods. Her heart quickened at the thought of being alone with this man. Knowing but not wanting too, of what he might do to her.

He kicked the door open easily. No need to lock it if your out in the middle of the forest right?

A few long strides and he threw her down. Once again she felt herself falling and tried to brace for the hard hit she felt surely was to come. But instead, she felt softness. Her limp body hit the mattress and bounced slightly before settling down.

The room was dark, but with what little light there was, she could see his tall, lanky figure wandering around, checking things out.

She heard the sound of a match and saw the little flame grow larger. He held it up to his face, watching the fire burn. Seconds before it would have touched his fingers, he placed it to the wick of a lantern.

Soft warm light filled the room, giving her a much better look at her surroundings.

And the man who had brought her here.

Watching him, knowing he was aware of her doing so, stirred something from deep down inside of her. She opened her eyes more, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to see her eyes open very well the dim firelight.

He was tall and thin, though she could see well-muscled arms and shoulders through his dirty and still wet white tank top. He was wearing what looked like once green cargo pants. Brown work boots with a knife hilt sticking out the top finished off his ensemble.

His hair fell to just below his shoulders, stringy, dirty whitish grey. He had a good five o’clock shadow growing across his chin and lower cheeks.

There was something about him that stirred her. She didn’t know what it was or even why. But she was still scared of him, not knowing what his intentions were or why he even had brought her here. She knew though that it more than likely wasn’t for the good.

His moving towards her brought her back out of her thoughts. Jolting her back to the now. He was looking right at her.

“Well look who the fuck’s awake.” He raised his left hand.

In it was a gun. Two strides he was at her. She saw the gun raise, pointed straight at her, then her head seemed to explode in pain.

All she knew was darkness.