Page 11 of Unbinding the Demon
“No! It’s not what you think! I need help! He’s a murderer! Help!” My lungs felt like they were going to burst due to how loud I screamed. Yet he still couldn’t understand me over the loud music coming from inside the house mixed with the sound of the heavy rain hitting the roof above him. He just grinned some more and continued cheering me on.
“Woo! You go, girl!”he yelled enthusiastically and pumped his fist high above his head, almost tripping over the slippery wooden railing like a loon.
Ashton grabbed my left leg, then he began swiftly dragging me face down across the lawn like an absolute brute. I screamed and clawed at the grass as I was pulled behind a big old oak and out of sight. He pressed me against the rough tree, using his forearm to pin my straining neck in place. “Listen up, Buttercup. I’m trying to get us out of here,” he growled. Like,actually growled. “It would be a lot easier if you’d just fucking cooperate!” He looked both evil and psychotic in the rainy darkness. There was even a little dead leaf sticking out of his wet hair.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you! You’re a murderer!” I pathetically kicked at him. “I promise I won’t tell anyone what you did! But please, let me go!” I attacked again with frantic little slaps against his chest.
“Yes, I’m a murderer. And that’s exactly why webothhave to leave.” It almost seemed like he was enjoying my distress. My attempts at fighting him off were futile, because he simply picked me up and threw me over his shoulder once more. He casually carried my struggling body over to a black sedan that was parked next to the road. My foot flew out, and I tried to kick off against the side of the car while he opened the front door.“Get in there!”He roughly shoved me inside. Some stoner dude who was heading back to the party saw the whole thing and watched Ashton with a worried expression.
“She’s a rumbustious one, but I’m a lucky guy to have wedded such a smoldering vixen.” He chuckled with a wide, devilish grin.
“Auh-ha-ha, oh that’s your wife, haha, right on, man. Right on.” They fist-bumped each other through the air, then Ashton climbed into the car.
I can’t believe this!Two people just witnessed this menace kidnapping me and neither of them realized what was happening!?I’m fucked! This world is fucked! And fuck marijuana!
“Where do you live?” he asked while starting up the car. The engine rumbled, and my anxiety shot through the roof. His eerie golden gaze peered through the dark strands of wet hair curtaining his intimidating glower and seemingly straight into my soul. It was unsettling.
“Are you fucking insane!? I’m not telling you where I live!” I shouted and slapped at him like a terrified, drunken lunatic.
“Alright,” he shrugged. Then, without any hesitation at all, he started to drive, ignoring all my assaults.
I froze, watching as the shadowy woods passed us by. “Wait! Where are you taking me?”
“Back to my place, since you won’t tell me where you live,” he said in a matter-of-fact way with a relaxed shrug. “It’s probably for the better. You’re highly intoxicated right now.” His eyes swept over my body as if assessing my inebriated state.
“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you! It’s 13 Elmwood Drive! Now take me home right this instant!”
“Nope, too late. We’re already almost there.”
-Twenty Minutes Later-
“Take me home right fucking now, you,you menace!”
All the slapping and kicking was beginning to tire me out. Nothing I did seemed to even slightly hurt the guy. In desperation, I had even tried bending down and biting his forearm while growling and trying to tear his flesh off like a rabid dog. It felt like trying to chew through an old boot and didn’t even make him flinch...Whose skin is actually that thick?
The car turned, and we slowly drove up a long, winding driveway leading deep into the ominous woods. The headlights beamed upon a large, abandoned-looking Victorian house. White paint was chipping and had turned to moldy dark gray around the edges. Moss and vines grew wildly up the sides and over onto the sharply angled roof. The ramshackle sheltered porch was covered in cobwebs and stretched across the entire front of the building. It wrapped around the decrepit, lofty tower and out of sight.
Lightning flashed, illuminating a thick spruce forest that menacingly loomed behind the house. Ghostly fog blanketed the ground and swirled just beneath the eerie building. Large dark windows enticed the imagination to envision the harrowing eyes of lost souls mournfully peering out through the glass. The whole place gave me a foreboding feeling, and I desperately wanted to get the heck out of there.
It was the perfect home for a murderer...Fuck.
5. Promiscuous Prisoner
“I’m not going in there,” I deadpanned, staring through the rainy window at the undoubtedly haunted house.
“Oh yes, you are,” Ashton asserted right before jumping out of the car.
He scurried around the hood like a ghostly shadow cutting through the black, rainy night. I panicked and fumbled to lock the door, but my trembling hands failed in my pathetic attempt to find the right button. Lightning flashed as he yanked it open, menacingly looming over me like a predator cornering its prey.
“Stay away from me!”I screamed while attempting to back away. My legs kicked wildly, causing my drunken butt to fall ungracefully into the driver’s seat.
A hint of annoyance flashed across his face while he glowered down at me. “No, you’re coming with me, and that’s final.” He grabbed my leg and pulled me out of the car.
His huge hand latched onto my upper arm like a lobster claw seizing a shrimp.“Ouch!”I winced as he dragged my struggling body up a cracked and overgrown cobblestone path leading to the house. The rain and lack of light made it difficult to see anything, causing me to stumble when we reached the first wooden step to the front porch. In a last-ditch effort to fight back, I dug my heels against the worn-out planks as he tried to pull me through the front door. Tears fell from my eyes and screams poured from my lips. My hands latched onto the splintering doorframe, holding on for dear life.
“Buttercup...”he growled.“You’re being ridiculous.”He moved his grip from my upper arm and wrapped both of his hands around my torso, pulling me up so that he lifted my feet off the ground.
“Let me go!”I shrieked in dismay while making a frantic effort to hold on.
