Page 33 of Wrong Turn

Silently, I move through the open concept area, following the blood trail down the hall. It turns into Fallon’s bedroom, and I watch from the doorway as Summer struggles to get Fallon’s dead weight onto the bed.

“I see you found a way to entertain yourself after all,” I jest. Summer loses her footing on the lumpy mattress, falling on top of Fallon. They bounce on the springy surface, both flopping to the floor in a tangle of limbs. I round the end of the bed, and damn near bust a gut laughing at Summer’s face planted between Fallon’s tits.

“Shit, you ass. Give me a fuckin’ heart attack, why don’t you?” she gasps.

“You look fucking hilarious.”

“Don’t offer to help me or anything,” Summer grumbles, getting herself to her feet again. Fallon lays in a contorted heap on the floor, arm bent at a very unnatural angle.

“Can’t we just leave her there? I’m sure I could convince Cy to do the heavy lifting?”

“I’m sure you could convince that man to swan dive off a bridge with that area between your legs.”She’s right.“But, if the plan is still on track, he’s busy with Savannah right now.”

“The plan is still on track,” I tell her. “I don’t know how long he’ll be gone for though, so we better get a move on.”

Together we get Fallon’s unconscious body onto the bed, tethering her limbs to the bed posts.

We look at each other over the near-corpse, knowing we are about to cross the finish line. A plan months in the making, finally coming to fruition. I jut my chin toward the door, and she nods, following me as I leave the bedroom.

“You made quite the mess, bestie.”

“You know how I get when there’s too much noise.”

Unfortunately, I do. She always told me she snaps like a rubber band aftertoo much,but I didn’t believe it until I saw it. Until I pushed her too far, and she snapped on me.

“The storm should let up soon. Do you remember our meeting place?” Summer nods. Resolve coming over her face, firming her features. “Good, wait for me there. When Cyrus gets back, I’ll sneak away.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to get away?”

“Cyrus won’t be able to resist a helpless virgin. We’ll have lots of time to set up before I send him your way.”

“Don’t get so preoccupied with his dick that you forget about me,” she half-jokes.

“Don’t you worry, I won’t do anything to mess up your little fantasy, dead girl.”

Summer flushes, rolling her eyes before disappearing out the back door, leaving me to wait for Cyrus.

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SIX FEET UNDER & SIX INCHES DEEP

CYRUS

Iwalk along, scanning the terrain, following Amber’s tracks through the backyard. Eventually, next to some wild raspberry bushes, I discover where my little psycho decided to bury her best friend. Walking over, I let out a small chuckle. I can see why she asked me to finish the job. If we waited to do this in the morning, I guarantee the wildlife would’ve got to her first. Summer’s lying on her back, next to a shallow grave that’s not even three feet deep. She’s also covered in so much blood, it would appear she bathed in it.

I’m not sure what went down between the three of them in the house, but I am surprised Amber doesn't look any worse for the wear. I slide the shovel I’ve been carrying off my shoulder, and pierce it into the dirt. Trying to get this done before the deep darkness of a forest night really sets in. The faster I bury her friend, the faster I can bury myself inside Amber.

It feels like I’ve been tossing dirt out of this hole for hours, a marathon I’ll never reach the finish line for. This is the part that nobody tells you about. The clean up. If I could hire someone tostrictly do this task for me, I know my body count would be so much higher.

Soon, I hit a layer of clay in the grave. That will have to be deep enough, because…fuck trying to dig through that.

Bracing my hands on the side of the hole, I use it as leverage to jump out of the grave. Turning to where Summer lies, I ask, “Are you ready for your new home?”

I don't actually expect her to reply, but I close the space between us. Crouching down next to her like we are having a regular conversation. “It's a real shame you had to die before we got a chance to do anything. I just know you have some phenomenal tits hidden under those loose band tees you've been wearing all weekend.” If I was a holy man, I wouldn't be having these depraved thoughts running through my mind. I guess it's a good thing I am far from holy, or even good. I’m so fucking depraved, I bet I make the devil blush.

I position myself behind her, bending down to pull her up into a sitting position. She doesn’t sit on her own, so I drop to one knee in the wet earth, using my other leg as a backrest to keep her steady. It takes a little maneuvering, but I’m able to get herBring Me The Horizont-shirt off.Knew it, great tits.

I stand back up, letting her slump to the ground. Slowly, I take everything in. Summer’s wearing a thin, black lace bra, the shimmer of the little silver balls on either side of her nipples glinting through the flimsy material. The tattoo of a skeleton hand holding a bouquet of flowers paints the skin between her breasts, and my mouth waters.

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