Page 9 of Wrong Turn

“This French toast better be top tier,” Summer mumbles.

“Keep it up, I’m sure the raccoons would prefer my French toast over Bridget’s shit-stained thongs.”

Summer erupts into a fit of unrestrained laughter, followed by Savannah’s hyena-like cackling. Her stupid laugh makes me laugh until my fucking sides hurt.

“Okay, okay, everyone finish eating breakfast, then go get dressed. I want all of us to go for a hike together before it gets too late in the day, and we end up having to walk back in the dark. Amber, I know you’re about to say something about the fact that you already had your fill of nature for the day, and I don't care. You should have waited on us.”

Before she can even reply, I reach over, stealing a piece of french toast off of her plate. Running off to my room before she can catch me, I race to redress and finally brush my teeth.

9

SNUFF & SECRET INGREDIENTS

LUKAS

After I drop off the donuts, the drive back from the cabin is short. My main house is only a couple of kilometres down the road from where the girls are staying. I don’t know what keeps drawing me there. It’s not because I’m such a wonderful host, or that I like to be close by to help out if something goes wrong; in reality I couldn’t give two fucks. It’s partly because of what I do in my free time, but the other half of the pull is new. When I was talking true crime with Amber last night, it was like conversing with the suppressed version of myself—who I wasbefore—the kind of person who never gave into the dark urges that claw at the back of our brains. I wonder if she’s as fucked up as me. The urge to find out weighs on me, and before I know it…desire is planning my day out for me.

I fire up my computer, opening the surveillance feed, only to see the five of them in their bedrooms getting ready. Each one of them in a different stage of undress, but I’m immediately pulled to the little square that shows Fallon shimmying some shorts up her thick thighs, and then over her juicy ass.

Focus, Lukas, that’s not what I’m looking for.

I pull up the camera feed for the kitchen, zooming in on the box of donuts. There are two left…we can’t have that. I don’t give gifts very often, and when I do, they shouldn’t be wasted.

I worked very hard on them this morning, making the dough from scratch with my own two hands, then whipping up the filling all by myself.

While waiting for the dough to rise, I started prepping the crème pâtissière. It took me far longer than expected to find the specific video I was looking for, but when I did, I was elated. Watching entranced as the previous renters of my cabin sandwiched me between them, I pulled my fat cock free of my jeans, spit in my palm, and started to stroke up and down my rigid length. The man plows into me from behind on the screen before me, reawakening the feeling I had in that moment. Him moving inside me, controlling the way I fucked his wife. My thumb rubbed over the tip of my leaking dick, sending a shudder through me, just as the woman beneath me shook around my shaft as she came. The sound of her undoing smothering the sound of me choking the life out of her. The husband detonated like a rocket deep within me as the echoes of his wife’s orgasm bounced off the walls. Little did he know he was getting off to the sound of her death. That depraved knowledge is what set me off then, and it’s what set me off today, shooting my seed into the donut filling quicker than anticipated.

Remember to fold in the ingredients so the mixture stays light and airy.

I have amassed quite a collection of perversion over the years of this little entrepreneurial endeavour. Those girls have no idea what I’ve done in that living room, whose lives I’ve ended within those walls, and what skeletons lay beneath the basement’s dirt floor.

Shutting down my computer, I stretch out my tense muscles, readying myself for the thrills that today will bring.

Istop off at my traps, picking up the things I need to freak out the cabin’s current occupants, then head in the direction of my unsuspecting victims. Parking the truck on an overgrown trail between my house and the cabin, I sneak through the bush, hoping to observe them from the tree line.

One by one they emerge, gathering on the porch, gearing up with backpacks and water bottles.

Hiking must be today's bonding activity.

I move through the foliage, keeping my distance, but ensuring I see each one of them leave the house, and make their way to the trailhead at the back of the property.

A trek through the forest is a risky move today; it’s supposed to rain, and that specific hiking loop takes at least three and a half hours on a good day. Oh well, not my problem. Maybe they’ll get stuck in the storm, and I can swoop in like a knight in shining armour. I’ll earn myself a blowjob worthy of a hero from each and every one of them.

Five women treating me like a king…fuck, I could blow my load all over again from just the thought.

Who am I kidding?

I didn’t paint my face, and dress from head to toe in camo to play the hero. I’m the villain, baby.

Heading back to my truck after the group of girls disappear into the trees, I grab my supplies. Ill intention slithers through me, working its way from my brain to the tip of my cock, which can’t wait to sink into one of those eager beavers. I saw the way each one of them was eating me up last night, and I know ifI show just one of them more attention than the others, they’ll fight over me like starving rodents. I can’t contain the smile that splits across my face, maniacal and full-faced, pulling my cheeks up tight and cracking the paint smeared across my skin. With the gruesome surprise swinging in a sack from my clenched fist, I race back to the cabin.

I’m titillated, thrumming with anticipation for what’s to come as I lay out the grisly scene. The girls will unknowingly come upon it when they return, and I legitimately cannot wait.

Finishing the first part of my plan, I step back, taking it in as a whole. “Well, fuck me…that’s completely horrifying,” I whisper to myself as satisfaction steadily seeps from my pores. I wonder if they’ll puke from the sight or the smell. Content with the stage I’ve set, I turn and take off like a bullet towards the hiking trail, needing to catch up to them, quickly and quietly.

Soon their giggles meet my ears, and I slow my pursuit, heading off the trail into the heavy bush for better concealment. As much as I seem to enjoy their company, and Fallon’s mouth, they don’t realize how much their lives hang in the balance of my hands.

“That’s it, I’m fully convinced now. You two are fucking unhinged lunatics,” the irritating one says.

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