Talent LG Olson

The 9th Day

By LG Olson | 2006

The van came to a abrupt stop and the doors flew open, morning light flooded in as the back doors flew open. She jumped unable to move as one grabbed her under the arms and began to pull her out the back doors. She tried to throw herself as another grabbed her legs and began to carry her into the building, she fought with what she could. The door shut behind them and they walked through the dark, it smelled musty and was cold, another door opened in front of them. They carried her in as a dark figure walked up to them and looked down at her, her eyes wild as they put her down on the cement floor. They stepped back. "It was a breeze. No one knows she is even gone."

"Good." He grabbed a chair and swung it around. "Get her up." He motioned. They grabbed her and sat her in the chair. As they let her go, she writhed so hard she fell off the chair. They grabbed her roughly again and sat her up in the chair.

"Sit still," he barked as he glared at her, she panted hard trying to focus at the bodies around; her lungs being crushed by the horror.

He grabbed another chair and swung it around sitting it down backwards in front of her, she jumped as it hit the floor. Boone sat down in front of her, he chuckled under the mask, as he got comfortable and leaned an arm on the back of the chair. She stared at him, gasping hard trying to get a grip on what was happening, it wasn't happening.

"You really do try a man's patience, Tessa."

She closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks, he reached over and grabbed the end of the tape on her face, yanking it off. She cried out as it tore at her lips brutally, she gasped and whimpered. "Let me go. Please," she begged him weakly as he chuckled at her, shaking his head; amused that she could even think that was going to happen.

"Sure. Leave if you want," he replied sarcastically and then chuckled. "You know where the door is. Then again it would be a waste of my time after everything it took to bring you here. Wouldn't it?"

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, hiding the flame in the palm of his hand; taking a deep drag.

"That's never going to happen," he blew the smoke out slowly. "Did you really think it was over?" He stared at her almost curious. "I'm going to finish you off as planned," he sighed softly, gazing at her amused as she started crying pitifully.

"Please don't. Please. I didn't tell anyone, I didn't," she begged remorsefully.

"It wouldn't matter if you did," he said calmly as he took a long drag off his cigarette and dropped it to the floor, crushing it. "And quite frankly, it doesn't matter anyway. You still have to die," he calmly replied once again.

She let out terror-filled sobs as he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back hard.

"You can scream, cry, beg, and grovel. You are dead in the end. It will be bloody and it will be painful, and it will be slow. I am going to suck every bit of your life from you, piece by bloody fucking piece." He growled then roughly let go of her hair and her head slowly fell forward, her body shaken with pitiful cries. "You can't even imagine what I'm going to do to you," he said calmly and lit another cigarette.

Tessa shook violently as if in shock as Cayden stepped up. "Our little Tessa is pregnant, Boone."

He looked straight at her and smiled, shaking his head amazed. "Horny little bitch aren't you? Just can't keep those legs together can you?" Boone got off the chair and came to the front of her, squatting down in front of her. "You're such a whore. I really like that about you. Nothing better in life than a good whore." He said chuckling as he reached out and lay his hand on her belly.

Tessa closed her eyes and her body tensed violently as he touched her. "Don't," she whimpered tearfully.

He smiled as it kicked softly against his hand. "Got yourself a soccer player in there Tessa," he said laughing.

He pulled his hand away and staring at her; she stared at the floor to afraid to look at him. "Even your fucking kid won't stop the knife," he said sternly.

Tessa cried out painfully as if someone had just stabbed her, he leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear. "I'm gonna brain fuck you so hard you'll cum in blood."

She rolled her head back, crying out pitifully. He lifted the mask above his nose and licked the side of her neck and chuckled, she jerked away from him; he grabbed the side of her neck and yanked her back, holding her.

"Please, for my baby, please," she begged trying to see something remotely human in his eyes.

"Are you afraid?" He asked her in a low calm voice. Tessa shook hard, trying to breathe through the tears.

"ARE YOU AFRAID?" he screamed.

She gasped hard as he yelled at her. "Y--yes," she whispered weakly.

He chuckled softly. "I didn't hear you sweetheart, speak up," he said softly.

"Yes," she managed to choke out.

He pulled back and looked her over carefully. "You really are a pretty girl. Not to hard to look at. Not at all." He touched her face softly, she swallowed hard and trembled under his touch. "But. The suffering will take that all away," he said as he gazed lost in her eyes, slowly he let his hand drop. Resting it on his knee as he gazed down at his hands for a few moments. "You know I really hate to see someone like you die. It's a pity really. Not many women out there have the balls to take the beatings you did and still fight to live. I'm impressed. I really am."

He slowly took the front of her shirt and pulled her forward, she shook her head and 'no' pitifully fell from her lips as he drew her closer. The smell of his body shaking her as he pressed her against himself and held her shaking body. She just leaned her head on his shoulder and cried as he softly rubbed her back. He could feel the terror and her pain surging through her like an electrical current. It was shockingly quiet as he held the shaking girl, she could feel his heart beat against her.

"I can't wait to crawl inside that body and gut you out slowly," he whispered to her. She screamed pitifully as he shoved her back hard into the chair sending her over backwards, she hit the floor hard rolling to her side, crying hysterically.

She lay stunned as another moved towards her, by his side swung a bloody baseball bat. "Do you remember this? I remember you using it." Dakota announced as She stared at it petrified; he swung it hard through the air above her. "I used it on your boyfriend." Tessa lay her head slowly down on the floor, crying. "We're going to use it on you too. Your death won't be as quick as his. But just as bloody and painful enough to turn his dead fucking body over in his fucking grave."

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Title: THE 9TH DAY

Written by L.G. Olson

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