Page 4 of Taking Me

I squatted next to him, leveling myself, and heard my knees pop on the way down. I pulled my bayonet up to his face, tracing his jawline to intimidate him. With the slightest push causing light pressure, I nicked him enough for a stinging sensation and for blood to draw. He hissed out, reacting to the cut. His ignorance of this situation infuriates me as if he is innocent. I need to just get this shit over with. I yank a handful of his hair into my grasp, and that caused him to go wide-eyed in fear. I need to hear him say it. I need to listen to him admit to his mistake of the night. It’s hard tellin’ how many other girls he’s done this shit to and got away with it.

The sight of blood made me lick my lips under my Ghostface mask. “I will ask you one more time: What did you have planned tonight with this woman?” He started to whimper and plead for me to let him go. “You psycho! You have no fucking clue who I am, do you? Let me fucking go!” He barks out in a panicked but serious tone. “You are in no position to demand what you want if you have not noticed,” I retorted. “Do you think she would have agreed to fuck your ugly ass if she wasn’t in the condition she is currently in?” I say, gesturing at her frail body lying on the cold ground.

I pick up the torch and grab ahold of the branding iron. Lighting the torch, I twisted the branding iron on the flame like I was roasting s’mores. The sight made him more active, and he started to fidget against the ropes.” I..I..I was just looking tohave some fun,” he exclaimed. “I wasn’t going to fucking hurt her!” He shouted out. “Oh, fun? That’s it? Why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” I said in a sarcastic voice, followed by a weak chuckle. It’s always the same shit when pigs like this get caught in action.

As he sits there whining, I think about all the possibilities of how tonight could play out in my favor. The branding iron is starting to get cherry red and hot as hell, Literally. “I’m truly sorry….. I..I didn’t intend on harming her tonight. I was just messing around.” Liar. “Tsk. Tsk.Tsk. That is the exact opposite of what I am here for. I fully intend to cause a pig such as yourself pain tonight. Did you know that branding irons is a wicked method to brand cattle? They have a new way, and it’s cold instead of hot. It helps reduce the chances of infections and is deemed less cruel to animals. They usually get to about three hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit or more, and if it’s beating red like this one I have here, then it is too hot and needs to be closer to an ash color. But I don’t want to bore you with fun facts.” Bending down to his level, he went to say something. Before he could, I shoved an old oily cloth I had seen earlier into his mouth.

His words are now nothing short of a bunch of mumbles and a mix of attempted yells. “Now, this is going to be more for me than for you,” I swear you can hear the smirk stretch across my face after I said that. Slamming the branding iron into his chest, the sizzling sound and the burnt smell of his skin hit the air in the barn, quickly spreading up my nostrils. The scent is strong as fuck. But man, is it delicious.

His screams are loud, but from where we are in the barn, nobody will be able to hear him. It does cause the woman to move in her daze, though. I need to quicken this so I can return the girl somewhere she will be safe. It would not be ideal for me to let an unconscious chick ride on my bike through town, andon top of that, I don’t even know where she lives, and I am sorry, but she would not be staying at my crib. I let the burn singe momentarily, the iron melting through his skin like butter in a hot pan.

I removed it from his skin, and the sight would be repulsing to any average person, but me? That shit looks like it should be a famous art piece in a museum somewhere. The opened wound has a color with a mixture of red and brown, outlined with raised, blistered white skin. I let the burn cool off for a moment, and his adrenaline died down a bit. And now that the best part of his night was over, so was he—over.

I use my free hand to grab a fist full of his sweat-soaked hair, and taking my bayonet, I put it up to his neck. Yanking his head back and putting his throat on full display, I see his veins sticking out like a wicked road map, throbbing full of life. The knife went through each layer of his skin like pure fuckin’ butter. His days of raping and taking advantage of girls were over. I watched him wiggle for a minute or so, and the last moments of his body jerked. I take the old oiled cloth from his mouth, wipe my blade off, and place it back in its rightful home. “See you in hell, you piece of shit.”

My night is as beautiful as ever. Full of screams, crying, blood, and vengeance. What more could I ask for?

Four

Main Event

Istand here savoring the scent of his burnt flesh, the smoke still curling up from his seared skin. The air is thick with the rich, metallic aroma of blood, cascading down his chest and transforming his grotesque yet strangely beautiful crimson clown costume. The sight is both horrifying and captivating in its own dark way.

“Shit,” I huff out, reminding myself of why I am here in the first place. The girl. I approach her sleeping body and try to salvage the costume that she is wearing to cover her up enough that when she wakes up, she will just assume that she got shit-faced during the party and not almost raped by the now-dead corpse sitting just feet away from us.

This girl looks to be about 100 pounds, soaking wet. I hoisted her up and slung her over my shoulder, placing my jacket over her to keep her warm. Exiting the barn, I could hear the faint sound of music and see the lights were still on. I can’t see a goddamn thing out here. The moon now hid behind the massive rain clouds that were moving fast, warning me that there wasabout to be a heavy downpour. “Fuckin’ perfect.” I grit out through my teeth. I need to get a move on.

I go trailing back through the high grass area where the prick brought her through in the first place. Walking through this makes me feel like I am doing a training exercise, my rucksack on my back, the cold air biting at my flesh, and the company of the dimmed moonlight. The house is now just a couple of paces ahead, and I can see where a group of girls are about to head out and call it a night. I approached them. “Hey! Do you ladies know her by any chance?” I asked them—one of the blondes dressed up as a sexy Penny Wise looked at me and leaned over to see if she knew her.

Penny Wise is probably confused, seeing a chick in all black and a Ghostface mask carrying her from the field. She hesitates. “Yes, we go to school together. Is she alright?” she says. She is now. Luckily, I got here when I did. She was stumbling around the field and passed out before I got to her. Could you ladies take her home? I don’t think she should be here alone, " I tell the group of chicks.

“Yeah, of course, she can stay at my house tonight; my parents won’t mind. And in the morning, we can get her home,” the blonde said. “Sweet, thank you!” I put the girl in her car and placed the seat belt over her limp body to secure her, and before I went to check out what was left of the party, I make sure I saw them leave the property. Thank the Lord, no more questions were asked.

The party was still alive, and everyone wore basic Halloween costumes. I saw a handful of Michael Meyers and a fair share of blank face masks you could wear anything with, and it would go together. Most of the girls are in costumes that I would not be caught dead in. Slutty nurses, cops, bunnies, and scarecrows seemed to be popular here tonight. Everyone downstairs isbumping and grinding on one another, but nothing is unusual. Just horny people every fuckin’ where.

This party is supposed to be twenty-one and older only, and it seems like a handful of these people barely turned eighteen recently. I am no fucking cop, but where are the responsible people here? I can’t say much about it since I was probably doing things ten times worse at that age. I remember being young and dumb. But I chose to take my ass to the military, praying to whoever that I would come out a better person. Hahaha. What a fuckin’ mistake.

A spiraled staircase is in the middle of the house near the entrance. I make my way over to it, and that’s when I see a group of dudes dressed up as Halloween King himself, Ghostface. I can’t be mad, but I would be disappointed if I had to end their lives tonight for making a fool out of my favorite serial killer’s costume. Let’s hope it doesn’t have to be that way.

I give them a head nod and let them know I approve of their choice. I can hear moaning from the top of the stairs, and I hope to the dark red man below ruling the underworld that I don’t have to make too much of a mess tonight. I could use a cold one and a hot ass shower so I can rinse the singed skin smell out of my nose’s hair follicles and boil off of my skin. I know that I have got to smell these people, or maybe they are too drunk even to realize I smell like a burnt corpse. Let’s hope that is the case, at least.

It is almost three in the morning, and a shit ton of people are starting to make Uber calls to leave. Smart. I like that. Fewer people for me to worry about.

As I make my way up the stairs, the only light I have is a strobe sitting on the floor; people are lined up against the wall, smooching stashes. I kick into my acting mode and start wobbling, saying, “Bathroom.. I need to use the bathroom,” like I am drunk to get closer to the room where the moaning is comingfrom. People are hovering around the doorway. I need to see what the hell is going on. Oh, they are all eye fucking a couple of dudes having sex with a girl. Turning away was hard because she took them both like a pro; she wore a partial nun outfit, and both guys dressed as unholy fathers. I did not want anyone raising their brows and asking questions, so I kept moving. She seemed into it. Good for her and boring for me.

I burst into an empty, small room; it must have been a little storage area. You could store a chair and maybe a box or two in here, just for comparison. But this closet had a little book stand with no books, only dust.

Tonight has been fun and eventful. Maybe I should just turn in and call it a night. Halloween is tomorrow, and I need to be rested and energetic. I fully intend on having some fun, maybe even getting me some candy to give to a local children’s orphanage taken from fucks who piss me off or do some stupid shit. Make it my good deed for the week.

Stepping out of the closet, I saw that the room I had passed moments ago was empty. Damn, that was quick. Walking down the stairs, I imagine how dangerous this staircase could be for anyone drunk. Scanning the downstairs rooms, a handful of people were still dancing, but nowhere near as many people as when I first showed up.

I can’t help but wonder who will find the foolish soul dead in the barn. I wish I could see the look on their face when they do. Maybe I could add a branding tool to my fun bag of toys. That shit was beautiful. And sinister, I could add my own personal little signature design, maybe the letter G or something along those lines.

Tonight wasn’t nearly as eventful as I’d thought it would be, but I enjoyed myself. I’m sure when that girl getting double penetrated by two men with a crowd watching them wakes up and is sober, she won’t be able to go anywhere without beingrecognized by every person with a cock in town and every chick slut shaming her. If I wanted to, I could have waited to catch each guy alone and kill them for sharing and using her in front of everyone at the party. But she consented. She was going from one cock to the other, enjoying herself. Maybe it was the main event of the night. Who the fuck knows what people are into these days. But me? I’ma do my own thing. And being publicly humiliated is not for me…

Five

Infiltration Night

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