Inhuman Vengance

Ill fate

suddenly there was an almighty bang that echoed not far from their parking spot, it made them both jump, she leaned against the car door squatting down, they heard echoed laughter in the background it sounded eerie.
thick black smoke rose from behind an abandoned building where a fuel garage was, they looked at each other in shock, 'we should get away' she panicked, 'what if someone’s injured' he said walking slowly away.
'baby stay here ill go check it out'
‘you can’t just leave me here after what you just said Damien’ kit said in a loud whisper, he rushed to the brown run down building and along the side alley, flames rose high into the air as the whole fuel garage was engulfed in flames and thick black smoke, Damien looked on worried and searching for any sign of people alive, 'kit' he said realising he had left her alone 'oh my god kit I’m coming' he rushed back to the car as his bad feeling had returned filling him with dread, 'maybe this was it, its a decoy for her ill fate'.

when he arrived at the car his wife kit was nowhere to be seen, panic stricken he called out for her, 'kit kit' he yelled, his heart throbbed and thumped so hard with fear, he heard a woman’s scream from behind the alley where he had just been,
crowds started to gather where the fire was, drowning out the screams of kit.
calling out he followed the sound of her cries which led to another building.
following a faint shadow of a man, he sneaked his way with distance between them, hiding behind fences, bins and trash cans.
getting closer, he realised it was the old brewery.
he hid behind boxes and barrels as he creeped closer behind the gang of men, he could hear kits cries and struggles, they went down to the basement where nobody would see or hear them, and threw her to the floor.
she looked up with streaming tears and a gag on her mouth was tied very tightly, frowning, 'what the fuck you want from me'
the gang laughed at her and lit up cigarettes, 'honey what do you think we want a woman like you for' one said with a creepy grin close to her face, she thought fast and head-butted him breaking his nose, he fell to the floor, 'we got a fighter' one shouted, he was a rough looking man with a bandana and filthy jeans.
another who she injured was covered in nasty smelling facial hair like he had his head down a toilet and was swirled in shit, his tracksuit was dirty and stunk of oil.
the others pretty much all looked the same and smelt the same, but all had pistols.

Damien was remaining hidden behind a crate of empty beer bottles scared of his wife’s oncoming fate.
a man called Sam walked to her and showed her his machete, he knelt down beside her, 'u want to fight us little girl go ahead, but know this, we run this area and you wont be the first or last woman we get here' aye boys he yelled, they all cheered and raised their weapons in a toast.
Damien tried to hold back his tears and temper, his wife was about to see her end.
he sat with his back to a crate and knocked it, it rattled the empty bottles and his heart pounded, he didn’t want to leave but he couldn’t sit and see the same fate, he had to get help.
one of the gruff men came to the doorway to look at the crates, Damien made a run for the basement door and got away unseen.
he tried to call the cops, hesitated, 'no they wont help I need my men' he knew guys in a specific circle and was always welcome to ask a favour but this would be the first time.
Knowing he couldn’t have a very good chance against all those men with weapons, he needed help.

he called a guy called Andy, 'hi friend I urgently need a favour from you, my wife, she’s in trouble she’s been kidnapped by a local gang she’s going to be killed' he rushed his words out with anger and sadness, he stood beside his car, 'I’m in the town parking lot hurry'.

kit was sat in a corner crying as one of the gang members walked slowly to her with a creepy smile, and grabbed her hair pulling her flat to the floor, he and another guy ripped her jeans off so forcibly the metal button scratched her leg, screaming and squirming she kicked about and caught him in his chin with her heel, he slapped her face a few times and she lay there in pain and dazed, and her cries grew weak as she hesitantly got submissive, the man forced himself on her and raped her as she cried, 'yeah I like a woman who makes noise' he said fucking her forcibly.
'why didn’t you rape your mother then' she spat her words in his face as she wriggled the mouth gag off using the floor, 'maybe I did' he said down her ear as he came inside her, he then landed a heavy blow to her face knocking her out for a few seconds.
he stood up and she swung her leg out to trip him over, he fell hard and hit his head.
another man came to her showing his pistol as she sat up against the wall, the room was almost filled with crates and barrels, the men took turns to rape kit and hand out some heavy blows from their fists, by now her face was swollen and her eyes were puffy and bleeding, her nose trickled blood down her chin and her lip had a deep cut.

the men stood whispering amongst themselves in the other corner, she couldn’t hear with the ringing in her ears and disorientated head, she tried to crawl to the doorway and was thinking of her escape,
the man with the smelly face hair spotted her at the corner of his eye and ran to her, dragging her by her feet to the middle of them, they all looked pissed off and sternly stared at her, they played some loud metal music,
then the leader swung his machete to her leg slashing it off in one swipe, she screamed in pain and flopped from kneeling on her elbow, another gagged her again, they took turns swiping her limbs, all clean cuts and the she felt burns from her wounds and her hot blood gushing from her cuts, they toyed with her, slowly cutting her torso, as she trembled with pain and fear, she stared them all in the eyes as she was on her last few moments of being alive.
slowly fading away she was giving up and allowing herself to fade into the fate of death that was bestowed upon her.
one of the members was stabbing her vagina with a knife he kept in his sock, then he would stab her anus as to toy around and have fun, another sliced off her breasts and played with them, holding them against himself, 'they look better on me' they all laughed in hysterics.

throwing her mutilated corps pieces and limbs into a corner there was still the matter of her head face and remaining torso, one of the gang members who always wanted to be a surgeon, has sliced many people open because of his curiosity, he slowly ran the machete down her torso on the cut that was already there and drove it a bit deeper, blood spilled from the gash and fell down either sides of her ribs, he cut through her chest bone like a knife through butter and he pulled it open with his bare hands, grinning he stared at her innards like he was hungry, he grabbed her heart and ripped it from its pipes he stood with it in his hand and the others smiled, and sang 'if I only had a heart' a piece of a song from the wizard of oz. movie, they all laughed so hard the had to sit down.

the amount of blood surrounding the floor space was unbelievable, like that of a slaughterhouse.
taking it in turns they ripped up her intestines and played about with them like it was ribbon flying it through the air and letting go so it makes a slap noise as it lands on the floor.
they lay her belly down on the table and fucked her corps swinging her intestines like a lasso laughing, 'yee haa ride this bitch like a fucking horse boys'
'this bitch on her fuckin period man' one asked,
'nah you stabbed her pussy man remember, like 12 times'.

in the meantime Damien was talking to his friend and wanting a favour for his wife to be rescued, 'please hurry she could die, ill owe you anything' he begged him.
he described who the men where and where they was, he knew the place well before it closed down.
'ill call a few other guys to come with me' he pleaded back to him, you’ll have to give me some time.

back at the basement the gang was playing with kits body parts and slicing and dicing, 'oh a liver anyone hungry' a man said as he threw it up a wall and laughed hard at the splat noise, their belly muscles were hurting by now with all the laughing they was doing.
the leader along with another started to slice into her face, 'yo this woman needed a facelift she so ugly' he said laughing as he carved around her face and they peeled her face off like a mask.
the man who helped held her facial skin up against his face and poked his tongue through her skin where her mouth was and made a playful growl noise.
they started to leave for the basement door and headed off into the city covered in kits blood laughing and holding onto her face skin as a trophy, they did that to every victim the slaughtered and they’d keep them in a room.