In Laymon's Terms

Steve Gerlach

ID YOU SEE THAT?”

“What?”

“Out there, in the bushes?”

“Out where?”

“I’m not sure, I thought I saw something.”

Andrew sat back in the driver’s seat and looked through the windshield, out into the dark night.

“There’s nothing out there,” he said.

“I’m sure I saw something,” Fiona whispered as she pointed out in front of them.

Andrew narrowed his eyes and focused outside the car. It was so dark he was only just able to make out the bushes and trees that surrounded the car park. He turned to look out the side window, but he could see no one at all. The car park was empty—exactly why he chose it—and secluded as well. He didn’t think they would be disturbed here, halfway up a mountain in the middle of the night.

“It’s just your imagination,” he said as he turned and leaned back over to Fiona. His eyes dropped back down to her exposed breasts. Even in the half-light, he could make out the beautiful white skin and the dark dollops in the middle of each.

He ran his tongue across her left nipple, which was colder now, having lost the warmth from his mouth. But the nipple was rigid. She was scared, he could tell, but maybe that was part of the fun.

Andrew could hear the wind blowing through the trees outside in a slow ebb and flow, like deep breathing.

This place is perfect, he thought to himself. Just right.

He noticed then that Fiona was still and unmoving, her hands no longer danced along his naked back or ran through his hair. He took one last lick of her nipple and then pulled away, his eyes rising to face hers.

She looked scared.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I’m telling you I saw someone out there.” Her eyes locked on his.

“There’s no one out there!”

“There is!”

“I just checked, honey,” he said in a quiet voice. He smiled at her and his hand reached up to brush the blonde locks away from her forehead. “There’s no one out there. There never is this time of night.”

“I know what I saw.” Her voice became cold and hard.

Like her body, he thought.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he reached forward to kiss her.

Fiona pushed him away. “No!”

“Come on,” he continued, fighting with her.

“NO!” she yelled, pushing harder.

Shit.

Andrew gave in and let her have her way. He slumped back into the driver’s seat and sighed deeply.

Fiona covered up her breasts with both hands.

Together, they sat in silence, staring out into the night.

Andrew watched the trees and bushes directly in front of the car. There was very little distance between the hood of the car and the tree line, and no one in their right mind would be out there at this time of night.

She’s imagined it, he thought. It’s that simple. Imagined it all. And now we’re sitting here doing nothing.

The silence stretched.

Come on, he thought. Do something!

The wind rustled through the trees and the limbs danced together in one fluid movement.

Andrew turned to stare out the driver’s window. His eyes darted in the night, checking out the empty car park, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary.

No one.

Nothing.

He looked up into the sky and watched the heavy clouds move overhead, skirting across the moon and obscuring the moonlight.

We can’t sit here all night, he thought. Although it would serve her right if we did!

He knew he had to do something, he had to break the silence somehow.

I’ve got to have her!

He turned to face Fiona again.

She was still staring out through the windshield.

“Do you see anyone, honey?” he asked in a soft voice.

She shook her head, not taking her eyes off the trees in front of the car. “Well, maybe they’ve gone,” he suggested.

She didn’t move.

“I mean, if you can’t see them now, they must’ve gone, right?”

Fiona nodded and slowly turned to face him.

“What if it’s him?” she whispered.

“Who?”

“You know, the Mountainside Murderer.”

Andrew rolled his eyes.

“You’re not serious?” he asked.

“He’s killed five people.” Her eyes burnt into his. “It’s been in all the papers and on the TV news. Five people he’s killed. Stabbed them all to death on nights just like this. Five in two months.”

“Honey, he’s not out there.”

“He could be.”

“Trust me, he isn’t,” Andrew smiled.

She paused and then worriedly smiled back.

“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?” he asked in a soft voice.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

Andrew leaned closer and reached out to place a finger on her lips.

“Sssh,” he said. “You haven’t ruined a thing. Everything is still fine.”

“Really?” she smiled more.

“Really.”

He reached forward and removed her hands from her breasts. “Everything will be fine,” he whispered as he took her left breast back into his mouth. He leaned closer and let his left hand slip down her thin, smooth stomach to her jeans.

He sucked long and hard and her nipple rose with his tongue. He undid the button on her jeans and undid the zip.

He could hear her breathing quicken, become deeper and more rhythmic, and she moaned out loud as he slipped his fingers into her warm, tight, wet pussy.

Her arms surrounded him and he felt her hands slide up his back once more, rising and combing through his hair. He bit down hard on her nipple and heard her gasp in surprise.

Yes, he thought. Yes, finally.

His fingers slid in and out of her easily, her wetness all the lubrication he needed.

She wants it too. She’s so horny she’s wetting herself.

He pulled away from her left breast, his mouth leaving her skin with a slurp, and he pushed the breast to the side. Tracing up to her neck with his tongue, he bit her chin before continuing upwards and kissing her hard on the lips. Her tongue danced with his. Her breathing joined his deeper and faster now. She was squirming underneath him, pushing her body hard against his.

She wanted it. He could tell.

He pulled away from her kiss and climbed closer, keeping his fingers pumping inside her wet folds, rubbing her clit and feeling it swell as he did so. He licked at her right breast, biting at her nipple, before continuing down her so soft and gorgeous belly. He circled her belly button with his tongue a few times, teasing her as his fingers pumped faster and deeper below.

She was rising and falling with his rhythm, letting out soft groans and whispering his name.

He could smell her juices now, rising from her and mixing with their breath and sweat. She smelled good.

Good and ready.

He lowered his head more, his tongue skirting her pubic hair and his nose taking in her scent. His fingers were sticky and wet, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait to taste her. He couldn’t wait to be in her, so tight and ready.

His eyes traveled down her jeans and long legs to the white cowboy boots she was wearing. They were white embossed leather with silver frills and they stretched halfway up her calves.

Man, those boots are sexy, he thought.

His tongue cut down through her pubic hair and headed straight for the beautiful folds of her pussy.

That’s when she yelped.

That’s when her hands clawed his back and started pushing him away!

“No!” she cried. “No no! Nonono!”

Andrew fought her off as he was pushed back into the driver’s seat.

“Hey, hey,” he yelled as his back hit the driver’s door, “calm down! What the fuck’s the matter with you?”

Fiona was staring out the windshield and into the night again. One hand covered her breasts, the other was zipping up her jeans.

Andrew followed her gaze, but the night was too dark and he couldn’t see anyone.

“What?” he asked.

“I saw him again,” she whispered.

“Huh?” Andrew couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I saw him again,” Fiona repeated. “The Mountainside Murderer!”

“What? You’re not serious?”

Fiona’s eyes darted to him. “I’m very serious. I know what I saw.”

Andrew ran a hand through his hair.

What game is she playing? There’s no one out there!

He turned and looked out each car window.

No one.

Nobody.

Zilch.

“I don’t want to stay here any longer,” she whispered as her eyes moved back to the front of the car.

Andrew stared at her. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Please?” she asked again. “Can we go?”

I know, he thought. I know exactly what she’s playing at! Get me all the way up here, get me hard and horny for a fuck, and she thinks she can just go all frigid on me? She thinks she can lead me on and then just say no right when we’re finally about to do it? She knows we came here to fuck. Why else would we leave the nightclub so early? She knows that! I made it perfectly clear to her earlier tonight. Hell, she’s horny too! She’s leaking juice everywhere! She’s not gonna fuck with my emotions like this.

He stared out the front windshield again. Then he turned and checked every window one more time. Just for her benefit.

Were not leaving here that easily, Fiona, he thought. Not until I’ve finally got inside you and cum.

“Honey,” he said in a calm voice. “I can’t see anyone.”

“Well, I can,” she replied.

“Where?”

“Out there, between those two trees.” She pointed straight in front of the car.

Andrew craned his neck, playing her game, and focused on where she was pointing.

“I don’t see anyone there,” he replied, trying to stay calm.

“Well, he’s not there now,” she replied. “He’s gone.”

“Oh.” Andrew nodded his head.

Bitch. Fucking with my mind when I should be fucking with her pussy.

“Well, if he’s gone, he won’t—”

“He came back after disappearing the first time,” she interrupted him.

“I don’t think he’ll come back again,” Andrew replied as calmly as possible.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Well, I can’t.”

“It’s the Mountainside Murderer.”

“No, it’s not.” He shook his head. “Anyway, he’s only ever struck on the Westside. Nowhere near here.”

“I want to leave,” she whispered.

He sighed.

Not that easy, Fiona. Not yet, anyway.

“Please?” she asked as she turned to face him.

God, she’s beautiful, he thought.

He didn’t want to say no to her. But he deserved something. Something in return. He was hard and ready to explode, and he wanted to explode in her.

Gotta call her bluff, he thought. Make her stupid excuse go away. I can’t let her win this one. I have to prove to her she’s wrong and then I can get what I deserve. I can’t let her win like this.

“No,” he replied. “Let’s stay.”

Her face fell and suddenly she looked very scared.

Quite the little actress...

“Please, Andrew. I want to leave.”

“There’s no one out there!” he heard his voice rise.

“There is! I saw him!” Fiona repeated, staring back at the spot she had pointed out.

“Well, I don’t see him!” Andrew couldn’t stop himself, he was yelling now. “There’s no one out there. You just said that yourself! There’s no one there so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I want to go.” Fiona began to cry.

“We’re not going anywhere until we’re finished here!”

She turned to stare at him, the tears starting to fall from her eyes.

“Please,” she whispered one more time. “We can go anywhere else. Anywhere! Just not here. He’s out there and he’s watching. He’ll kill us!”

Fucking Jesus H fucking Christ, Andrew thought. She’s not gonna drop this story! She’s gonna stick with it no matter what!

“Fine,” he said as he sat back in his seat and picked up his shirt from the floor of the car. “If this is how you want to play it.”

He climbed back into his shirt and began rebuttoning it. He looked out the driver’s window as he did so. He couldn’t look at her right now. He didn’t want to, anyway.

I warned you. I fucking warned you.

He could hear her sobbing begin to slow and she blew her snuffled nose. As he finished with his top button, he could still smell her juices on his fingers. He wished he was tasting them right now.

Then he felt her hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at her. She was kneeling on the seat and smiling at him. The tears had made her mascara run and her wet cheeks glistened, but she still looked beautiful to Andrew.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For understanding.”

“Oh, I understand alright,” Andrew replied.

“I don’t care where we go, just not here.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” he said in a level voice. “I already told you that, we’re staying right here!”

Her face fell and she sat back in the seat. Her eyes darted back out through the windshield before returning to stare at him. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t say anything. Suddenly, tears began to fall once more as she shook her head back and forth.

“Please,” she whispered. “Let’s leave.”

“No, Fiona, I’ve already told you. NO!”

He reached forward, shoving her further into the seat. She squealed and grabbed at him, but he pushed past her and reached down to the glove compartment. His fingers slipped under the flap—

—they were slipping into HER flaps just a few minutes ago—

—and he pulled hard. The glove compartment sprang open and the light inside illuminated the contents.

She screamed as soon as she saw the revolver.

He grabbed it with one hand and slammed the glove compartment with the other. Slowly, he climbed back into his seat, making sure the gun was in view at all times. Not that he had to bother, as Fiona’s eyes never left the gun for even a second.

She was shaking more now, cowering back in her seat, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

He reached forward, his free hand out, trying to calm her down, but she wouldn’t listen.

“No, no, no, no no no” she was saying over and over again.

“Hey,” he kept his voice calm and level, “don’t worry. Calm down. Hey, calm the fuck down!”

It didn’t work.

She was becoming hysterical.

“Don’t, please, just don’t hurt me. Please, no!”

“QUIET!” he yelled at the top of his voice.

That got her attention. She quickly shut up.

He waited a few seconds for Fiona to regain some control. He watched her, stared at her, counting to ten to give her time to get a grip.

“There’s no need to panic,” he finally said, making sure he sounded calm and level headed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Please don’t,” she whispered.

“You’ve got nothing to fear,” he continued. “I guess I just have to prove something to you.”

He dropped his eyes from hers and opened the revolver.

Yep, full. Good.

“Just be a good girl,” he whispered. “And no one will get hurt, okay?” Fiona nodded her head as she began to chew her bottom lip.

Andrew smiled and leaned towards her. She still cowered in the seat, but he managed to kiss her hard on the lips anyway.

Her eyes never left his as he leaned back into his seat.

She smiled a nervous smile at him.

I’ll show her, he thought. Fucking bitch playing head games with me.

His finger curled around the cold, hard metal.

He smiled as he watched her.

Then he pulled hard and fast.

She screamed.

And he pushed open the door and climbed from the car.

Fiona’s scream cut off abruptly.

Andrew let go of the car door handle and bent down to look at her again.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he told her.

“What?” She looked surprised.

“I said, don’t go anywhere.”

“Where are you going?”

“To see if there really is someone out here,” Andrew replied.

Fiona’s face changed from surprise to terror. “No!”

“I’ll only be gone a minute,” he replied.

“No!” She climbed over into the driver’s seat and stared up at him. “Don’t go, don’t leave me here all alone.”

“You’ll be fine. Just lock all the doors. I’ll only be gone for a minute.”

“No, Andrew, please! It could be dangerous out there! He’ll get you!”

Andrew smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this, remember?” He pointed to the revolver.

But it wasn’t enough. Fiona was shaking again now, the tears beginning once more. “Please, Andy, let’s just leave here. Let’s go anywhere else and we’ll be safe and fine. Please!”

She was begging him.

She looked cute when she begged.

No way, sweetheart. You’ve played this hand and we’ll see it all the way through. I’ll prove to you no one’s out here and then I’ll come back and take what I deserve.

“It’ll be fine,” he said as he reached down and kissed her. “Back in a minute.”

He turned and walked away from her.

“No, Andy!” she called after him. “No, please! Don’t leave me here alone! I’ve got no protection! What if he comes for me while you’re gone? What if he kills me while you’re gone?”

Andrew stopped in his tracks and stared into the dark woods. He smiled. Gotta give her credit, she almost got me there!

He wiped the smile from his face, turned around and walked back to her.

“You’re right,” he said. “I should’ve thought of that.”

He held out the gun to her.

“Here, take it.”

“What?”

“Take it for protection. If he comes for you, you’ll have some protection. Just pull the trigger and I’ll come running.”

After all, I won’t be needing it. There’s no one out here anyway. But I’ll play your little game, darlin’.

“You can’t be serious?” she said as she eyed the gun being handed to her.

“Of course I am! I’ll only be gone for a minute or so anyway,” he replied. “Here, take it.”

Fiona reached out and took the revolver.

“Good, now shut the door and make sure every door is locked. I’ll be right back.”

Andrew turned from her and walked to the front of the car. He looked over his shoulder just long enough to see Fiona scrambling back into the car and reaching over the seats to lock all the doors.

Ha, he thought. I’ll show her who’s the master of games around here. He stopped in his tracks and looked through the trees in the direction where she had pointed. He crouched slightly and then tilted his head, as if he’d heard something.

This’ll be scaring the shit out of her, he thought. Serves her right. I’ll fuck her juicy pussy yet.

Then, slowly, he marched through the trees and into the darkness.

It was hard to keep the smile from his face as he counted the fifty steps he had decided to pace out.

When he got to fifty, he stopped, turned around and leaned against the nearest tree. He was far enough from the car that he couldn’t see it.

And that means the stupid bitch can’t see me either.

He placed his hands in his pockets and waited.

The cold settled in all around him. As did the darkness of the night.

I wonder how long I should wait? he thought.

And then he smiled as he felt the car keys in his right pocket.

I can wait a while. She’s not going anywhere tonight.

He crouched down at the base of the tree and closed his eyes.

His smile widened as he thought about how wet Fiona’s pussy was and how easily his fingers had slid right inside her.

Andrew felt himself growing hard again as he thought about going back to the car and sliding his cock deep inside her.

Inside her wet, tight, warm pussy. It’ll be the best orgasm ever.

And he told himself that he would have to thank Fiona for this little game. Because this was like nothing else he’d ever experienced.

He knew one thing for certain.

They’d never forget this night for as long as they lived.

Fiona stared out into the night.

She was sure it was getting darker out there. The more she stared into the area where Andrew had disappeared, the less she could see.

Her hands held the gun tight. She knew she was shaking, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Her eyes double- and triple-checked the locks on all the doors. She was safe.

For now...she thought. Could get risky later, though.

She stared back through the windshield.

Come on, come on...come back, Andy. I need you here.

She wanted to do something. She needed to. But she had no idea what. She didn’t want to get out of the car—too risky—-but she didn’t want to just sit here either. The night seemed to be getting colder, and that made her shake even more.

She continued to stare through the trees where Andy had disappeared. She focused her eyes, praying they would discern something new.

Nothing.

Dark. Blackness. Nothing.

She realized she was biting at her lip.

Come on, come back.

She stared down at the gun in her hands.

“Just pull the trigger and I’ll come running.” That’s what Andrew said. If I fire the gun, he’ll come back.

She smiled and nodded to herself.

Yeah. He’ll come back.

She reached for the door.

Slowly unlocked it.

Pull the trigger.

Opened it carefully.

He’ll come running.

And then she saw the movement.

She let out a short, sharp scream as she slammed the door and locked it fast.

Fiona looked out through the window again, her breath fogging the glass, but she could see no one.

I know what I saw, she thought. It was out of the corner of my eye, but it was a movement, I’m sure of it.

She stared off to the right of the car, where she was sure she’d glimpsed something.

Or someone.

I’m sure of it.

And so she sat and waited.

And waited.

Too scared to move. Too scared to do anything.

Waited in the dark. In the night.

Gotta wait this out.

Just gotta.

Please, Andrew, please just come back.

Please let there be no one else out there. Don’t let tonight turn out all wrong and bad. Not tonight. Please.

She sat.

The wind blew through the trees. It was getting stronger, she was sure of it.

I can’t sit here all night. He has to come back soon.

Turning her neck, Fiona checked out the back windows of the car. Nothing.

No movement. No life.

Maybe it’s just the wind. Maybe I am just making it up. I’m too nervous, maybe that’s it. I need to calm down and try not to panic.

Sitting still and holding her breath for what seemed like ages, Fiona strained her eyes, darting from the front of the car to the side, looking for anything or anyone to prove she was right.

Nothing.

No one.

Shit.

She ran a hand through her hair and rested the gun on her lap.

Why’s he taking so long? Why hasn’t he come back?

And then she realized. Realized exactly why Andrew hadn’t returned.

No, no! I won’t believe it!

But she knew she was right. Andrew should’ve been back by now. It wouldn’t take long to scout in the bushes and come back to the car.

Unless...

Unless whoever was out there got to him first.

Fiona felt the fear spread down her spine.

Fuck. I knew he shouldn’t’ve gone. He should’ve stayed here. We should’ve stayed together!

She placed the revolver on the driver’s seat only long enough to button up her jeans and check her boots were on. Grabbing the revolver again, she unlocked the door and opened it quickly.

I can’t stay here by myself any longer. I can’t just wait for him to come and get me. I have to try and save Andy. I have to stop whoever is out there!

She climbed from the car and stood in the cold night. A shiver passed through her as she turned her head and checked to the side of the car once more.

Slowly, Fiona took a step towards the front of the car, closer to the trees.

Her boots sunk slightly in the wet underbrush.

They’ll get all muddy and need to be cleaned again. I should never have bought a white pair, she thought. Still, as long as they’re comfortable and functional.

Her eyes tried to slice through the darkness, but she couldn’t see anyone or anything.

The trees moved in the night, swaying with the wind.

Fiona listened carefully for any sound, any hint as to where Andrew was, but the wind swallowed it all.

“Hello?” It came out in a whisper, so she tried again, louder this time. “Hello? Andy?”

Nothing.

“Andy? You out here?”

She knew it was a stupid question, but she didn’t know what else to say.

She walked to the front of the car and leaned on the cold hood.

“Andrew? Where are you?”

Her voice disappeared into the night.

She tore her eyes away from the trees for a few seconds to check she still had the revolver in her right hand. She could feel her fingers gripping the handle, but she had to make sure with her own eyes.

She shivered again. The wind messed her hair.

I should never have agreed to come up here. I don’t know this area too well. It was a stupid, stupid idea.

“Bitch!”

She jumped at the voice. It was close. Somewhere in front of her. Somewhere just on the other side of the trees.

Fiona’s eyes darted from side to side. Her mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.

“You fucking lying bitch.”

It was a deep, hate-filled voice and it filled her with total fear.

“I’m going to make you pay for all the fucking lies and the games you play. I’m going to cut you deep, cut you and make you hurt.”

Fiona wanted to run, but she was frozen to the spot. Only her eyes moved back and forth, trying to pinpoint the voice in front of her.

“I’ll cut the ears, cut the nose, and cut the tits off your body. I’ll make you beg for mercy and make you wish for death. I’ll gut you wide and slice right through that sexy little cunt of yours.”

“No,” she whispered first. And then her voice rose with her panic. “No, no, please no! Don’t hurt me, leave me alone! DON’T HURT ME PLEASE!”

Her whole body was shaking, her eyes darted in the darkness, the wind blew and the trees swayed. She tried to move, but couldn’t. She wanted to, but couldn’t.

“Then, just before you die, I’ll cut out your clit and make you eat it.”

And then he was laughing at her. She could hear it loud above the wind, a guttural, deep, manic laugh that didn’t stop. It seemed to be all around her now, surrounding her on all sides.

Stop it, stop! Leave me alone!

Fiona put her hands to her ears and closed her eyes, willing and praying for the sound to stop.

But the laughter continued, as did the wind and the sound of the trees all around her.

“Time to die, bitch!”

She opened her eyes just in time and saw him running towards her, out of the darkness from between the trees.

She fumbled with the revolver, took aim and squeezed the trigger.

The sound was loud and shattered the night.

She watched him jerk to a stop and then stagger slowly backwards, as the blood quickly grew on his chest. Her eyes met his as he reached out to her before falling backwards onto the ground.

Andrew hit the ground hard, partly disappearing back into the darkness between the trees.

No!

Fiona dropped the gun.

Oh, Andrew! Oh fuck! No! Please no!

The silence returned to the night. The wind continued its dance with the trees.

And Andrew lay dead in front of her.

All she could see were his feet and legs. The rest of him disappeared into the darkness.

What have I done? Andrew, oh shit, I didn’t know it was you. I thought it was him, I thought it was the person I saw out in the night. I didn’t know it would be you! I didn’t know. I’m so sorry! I didn’t want it to happen like this. Oh, Andrew, I’m so fucking sorry.

She found herself standing, no longer leaning on the hood of the car. Slowly, she took a step closer towards him. Carefully, she moved further into the night.

Andrew’s body jerked for a second.

Fiona let out a short shriek and stopped in her tracks, but Andrew lay still again.

Oh Jesus, what have I done? It can’t have happened like this!

She crept forward another step, and then another.

No no! Please no, don’t let this happen. No!

With every step, she could see more of Andrew. His hips, his blood-soaked shirt covering his stomach and chest, his arms flung out to the side of his body.

Tears filled Fiona’s eyes as she crept closer. She was shivering more now, the cold night making her teeth clatter, the trees swaying over Andrew’s body.

She fell to her knees by his side.

“No,” she whispered as she reached out to try and stop the blood pumping from his chest.

She leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. But his blank expression stared unmoving back at her. She couldn’t kiss him. She just couldn’t do it.

Fiona threw herself backward, away from the corpse and tried to stand, but her legs just wouldn’t work, none of her limbs would work.

She filled her lungs to scream, but a hand slammed across her mouth and cut off any chance.

She was pulled backwards by her hair and dragged until she could stand. She was leaning against someone, she could feel the body behind her, hear his breathing and feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back. She could also feel the large erection digging into her from behind.

“I told you I’d gut you wide and slice right through your little cunt,” the voice whispered in her ear.

She tried to struggle, but he was too strong.

“And your little hero boyfriend isn’t gonna stop me now.”

She wanted to turn around and look into the eyes of the man who held her, but he wouldn’t let her. He was too strong.

His left hand was still across her mouth. She had to breathe through her nose to remain conscious.

His right hand appeared from behind her.

It was holding a large hunting knife. Blood smeared and dripped from the blade as he brought it closer to her, running its edge down and through her cheek, deeply slicing it in two.

She tried to scream through the pain, but his hand wouldn’t let her.

“Time to die, princess,” he whispered.

And she knew he was right.

The knife traveled down her body, slicing her shirt in two and quickly sawing through her jeans. She tried to struggle, but it was no good. In what seemed like only seconds, he cut the jeans away from her legs and tore her panties from her hips.

“Now, if you scream, I’ll slice the skin from your body, piece by piece before I plunge this knife right through the back of your skull,” he whispered. “If you don’t scream, you’ll only feel my cock, and then I promise I’ll kill you quickly and with little pain. Deal?”

Fiona nodded her head slowly, trying not to cry.

Slowly, he removed his hand from her mouth.

Fiona gulped in the air, forcing herself to think clearly and not to panic.

His hand traced down the side of her body, feeling her soft, cold flesh.

“Mmm,” he continued. “You’ll be a fine fuck tonight. I’m going to enjoy this.”

He bent her slowly forward. There was nothing she could do. She could feel the bouncing head of his cock between her butt cheeks.

He pushed her down and kept one hand on her back, making sure she stayed folded in two. She grabbed her ankles for balance as blood trickled from the stinging wound in her cheek.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

“Who do you think, bitch?” he asked as the tip of his penis rubbed against her anus. “I’m the Mountainside Murderer.”

Fear spread through Fiona’s body.

“You would’ve heard about me,” he continued as his cock began to force its way into her anus. “I’ve killed five people.”

“Nine,” Fiona whispered, grabbing her ankles tighter and readying herself for the pain.

“Huh?”

“You’ve killed nine people,” she said again.

His low, guttural laugh filled her ears. “You’re wrong, girlie. The newspapers say five.”

“They haven’t found the other four yet,” Fiona replied, her right hand slipping into her right cowboy boot.

“Shut the fuck up and stop trying to confuse me!” he said as his cock slid inside her. “I’m the Mountainside Murderer, so I should fucking well know!”

“No, you’re not,” Fiona said, her fingers sliding around the knife handle held snug inside her right boot. She lunged away from him in one movement. His cock slipped from her with a slurp as she spun around quickly, diving forward and burying the blade of the knife deep into his right eye.

She smiled as he fell to his knees screaming and clawing at his face, blood and white-milky eye juice flowing from around the knife blade imbedded in his skull.

“You’re not the Mountainside Murderer,” she whispered. “I am.”