Page 18 of Wrong Turn

“Mmm, yes, sweetheart. Cry for me.”

She sobs, snot and spit covering her face. Granting her a sliver of breathing room has her seizing the opportunity for more pointless blubbering. She starts with the typical useless begging, then moves on to the classic ‘please, no’, and then the grand finale of my personal favourite ‘I promise I won’t tell anyone’.

You won’t get a chance to, you annoying gnat.

“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl, pushing her back down onto me so I don’t have to hear another word from her.

“I hope your pussy’s as wet as your face. Suck my dick like you mean it, or I am taking your cunt next.” Bridget gasps around my dick, her throat constricting, and moving along it. That’s the shit I’m looking for. “Do that again,” I groan.

With renewed hope at life, she wraps her hand around my length, bobbing her head up and down like her life depends on it.It doesn’t.Her mouth matches the thrusting of her hands as she double fists my meat, giving me the twirly-slurpster 3000.

Maybe I shouldn’t kill her. Fuck, this is good. I’m coming up hot on the finish line, and I know my fun with her is almost over. I reach down to the door pocket with my left hand, grabbing two screwdrivers.

She’s too focused on getting this done and over with to notice my hands are no longer on her. The first load of cum shoots into her mouth as I use all the strength I have to shove the screwdrivers into her ears. Using the impaled tools like handlebars, I fuck her throat through my orgasm. Shoving my dick deeper than she could’ve ever taken me while still alive, she heaves in her last breath, suctioning around me as she dies on my dick.

Her death rattle comes as my euphoria ebbs away, and I push her disgusting face off my junk. All the tension I’ve been feeling since pounding Amber into the dirt this afternoon finally loosens off, disintegrating to nothing. Letting the evil side of me out to play allows me to feel life to the fullest. I can breathe deeper, the stars shine brighter, everything is just so much more vibrant and alive when I can be myself.

I turn the key in the ignition, and my truck fires to life without a single issue. Whipping a u-turn, I head back in the direction of the cabin, giddy with anticipation wondering who I’ll kiss or kill next.

17

THICK & VEINY, BABY

SUMMER

We’re sitting by the fire, enjoying the now peaceful night. It’s crazy how much a singular person’s absence can elevate everyone’s mood. Looking up from the eyepiece of my telescope, “How much do y'all want to bet the bitch is sitting at the end of the driveway?” I say, catching the attention of the other three girls. They seem to agree with me based on their expressions alone. “You know… I have a cousin who would run awaywhen he got in trouble. He’d pack his toys in a pillow case, then sit at the end of the driveway until his parents went looking for him, or it got too cold and dark outside, whichever came first.”

“How many cousins do you fucking have?” Amber says from across the fire. “I dare Bridget to come back… She left, and she can stay gone. Hoe can live with her choice.”

“It's for the best, none of us wanted her here anyway,” Savannah chimes in. “I’m more pissed about missing out on the argument than I am about her leaving with my fucking jacket.”

Amber’s eyes bore into me through the flames,that’s your fault,they say, and I smother my laugh with a cough. She’s right, if I hadn’t been an ass and told her not to forget a jacket, then Sav wouldn’t have lost hers to the bitch with a broad back and gorilla arms.

“It’s not my fault you were playing with the little man in the canoe for so long that you missed out,” I snip jokingly, looking through the finder scope to locate Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. The North Star shines bright, making the constellations easy to locate.

Amber bursts out laughing, asking me what the fuck I mean between wheezing laughter. She’s fucking looped, having crushed half that case of teas already, and sucking back the sangria. Glancing up from the scope, I reply, “The little man in the canoe…you know…dinging the devil’s doorbell, jamming your clam, flicking the bean, the pink skittle…does no one know what a euphemism is?”

Amber’s gone, laughing so hard no real sound is coming out, just weird seal noises. She loses her balance in the shitty lawn chair we bought before the trip, flipping ass over tea kettle. “Oh, shit!” she yells before erupting into another fit of laughter.

Gazing back down into the scope, I locate Antares, a red supergiant star. It’s located in the Scorpius constellation, and is known as the heart of the scorpion. It hangs low in the July summer sky, and locating it means I know where to watch the start of the meteor shower in another two days. This will be the third shower originating from Scorpius, and I can’t wait to see it in my lifetime.

“How did you even know I was doing that?” Savannah asks, breaking my astrological daydream, no longer denying the inevitable.

“I'd be surprised if Jesus himself didn't hear you, Sav. Your music doesn’t drown out the sound of you jamming your clam to Brittany Spears.”

We all burst out laughing, again.

Fallon, who’s been quiet this whole time, finally speaks. “Hey, where did Lukas go? He’s been gone a lot longer than a smoke.”

“Who cares, it’s taco Tuesday, no sausage.” Savannah cackles, spilling wine all over her pants. She’s also plastered, because it’s definitely not Tuesday.

“I’d let him taste my rainbow,” Amber mumbles from the dirt, staring into the flickering flames.

“SLUT!” I yell, throwing my empty beer can at her.

“WHAT? He’s fucking hot. I bet he’s packin’ a monster cock. All thick and veiny.” She shivers, “Mmmm, yeah. I bet he tastes fucking good too. I’d let him glaze me like one of those donuts he brought.”

“You’re such a freak,” Fallon giggles, sipping her wine like a nun at communion.

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