WIP

Wrong Answer

1981

Life was a mundane cycle of grief, pain, and death. I just wanted her back.

The shift ended and I headed to the bar. Drinking at home reminded me of her.

I scanned the room for potential prey. And there she was, sitting alone in a booth. Dark brown hair, green eyes and pale skin. I watched her sit there for about 10 minutes before I decided to go and sit in the booth.

"You alright? You've been sitting here for 10 minutes doing nothing." I asked.

"I was waiting for someone like you to come along and buy me a drink." She said.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"16." She replied.

"Well what's in it for me?" I asked.

"I'll let you have sex with me." She said.

"What do you want to drink?" I asked.

* * *

"Hey that was fun, you wanna come to my car and finish our little deal?" I said.

The 2 of us were hammered and I already knew she couldn't control herself. It was perfect. The 2 of us wobbled back to the car and got in. The back seats were already collapsed down for more room. I pushed her in and locked the door behind us.

"Have you ever been fucked before." I asked, unbuckling my belt.

"No. And I'm a little bit nervous, I don't think I want to do this anymore." She whimpered.

"I spent my money on you, you little fucking slut, and now, you're gonna be filled." I said.

I leaned down and grabbed her throat, and pulled up her skirt. I rubbed my waist against hers and kissed her lips.

"You're such a good girl." I whispered into her ear.

"No please, just let me go." She begged.

I pulled her underwear to the side and rubbed my front against it. My other hand on her waist, rubbing it with my thumb, her soft skin massaging my hand. Finally I slipped it in and began thrusting.

"PLEASE STOP." She cried.

It only made me go faster. The faster I went the hard I choked her. She began to scratch and claw at my wrist and hand. I pulled up her shirt to reveal her breasts. I smiled. It felt so good. Her eyes went blank and her arms dropped. I fell onto her and pulled out only to cover her perfect breasts in seed.

* * *

I drove down the highway, sipping at a cider.

"MMMMmmmMmmm." She screamed through the duct-tape.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that, had to keep ya quiet." I laughed.

She squirmed and clawed but to no avail, the rope kept her in place.

"How about this? When we get home I'll get something to eat, and we can watch a movie. Sound good?" I asked.

no reply.

"Fine then, I'll pick the film." I said angrily.

I pulled into the driveway and carried her in over my shoulder. I plopped her in my bathtub and wheeled in the television.

"What's that? Yeah we're gonna watch halloween." I said to her.

I ran the warm water and undressed her. We sat in the bath and watched the movie, she still had her hands tied. I had one hand in her waist and the other on her inner thigh. I hand ran up and down until she began to whimper, I began rubbing until she came.

I watched as Michael plummeted from the balcony and removed her duct-tape.

"What did you think?" I asked.

"It was g..good." She said.

"Sometimes I have bad thoughts. Y'know doing bad... things." I said to her.

"Okay?" She replied confused.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY." I screamed at her.

I grabbed her by the side of the head and slammed it against the tub wall. She screamed in pain. I slammed her again and pushed her under the water and watched as the clear water filled with a red cloud. Her hands clawed at my chest and her legs kicked at mine. She screamed under the waves and eventually stopped. I pulled her up and kissed her lips.

I rested her on the bath mat and got out to dry myself. I watched as she coughed up water and looked at her body covered in thin sheen of water. I looked at her face and eyes and breasts. I got on my knees held her hips and began thrusting, she coughed up water and screamed and moaned. I couldn't hold it long through, as I quickly had to pull out cover her face and chin.

"Fucking slut." I said before spitting on her.

I walked out to the kitchen and came back with a hammer, knife, and a 6-pack of beer.

She slowly looked up in a daze, and attempted to get up. She slipped on wet floor and fell on her back. I stood over her, hammer in hand.

"Please don't." She pleaded.

I swung down and heard a meaty thunk as she hit the floor. She looked up eyes wide and confused, she lifted her hands over her head and wept. I smiled and held the hammer up, but I couldn't bring it down. I just felt like something switched. I couldn't do it.