Thomas the Slut Engine

Chapter Nine - The Driver Strikes Back

It was a beautiful starry night, Austin and Thomas were watching a romantic movie on Austins laptop. They were having a great night until Thomas felt something touch him, familiar but not Austin. Thomas screamed, "Hey, are you okay baby?" Austin asked, concern in his voice. All of a sudden Austin heard a voice "You took my slut away from me, It's time I take him back, softie" It was Thomas's old driver, Austin saw he had a sharp broken bottle in his hand, Austin quickly put his laptop in his bag and grabbed a pocket knife and a pair of walkie talkies. "Thomas, you have to run, its not safe here, I promise Daddy will find you, take this and leave it on the channel its on" Austin told him, giving Thomas a walkie talkie, Thomas cried but obeyed "Goodbye, Daddy..." He mumbled as he drived off "Hey, its not goodbye" Austin said, holding back his own tears.

"Now for you... Alan" Austin gripped his pocket knife tightly. Thomas's old driver, Alan lunged at Austin, striking his face with the sharp bottle, Austin grunted in pain and inflicted a small cut on Alans arm. "You won't win. I am getting Thomas back" Alan said firmly, Austin yelled and sunk the knife into Alans arm, causing him to flinch in pain. Austin heard Thomas's sobs over the walkie talkie, "Daddys okay, dont worry sweetie" Austin said softly into the mic. While Austin was talking Alan swiftly pushed him up against the rock wall, holding the bottle to his neck. Austin lifted the knife to Alans ribs, then Alan started speaking "Hey softie. Remember when we all fucked you so hard, it was so fun, you even still have the scars" Alan reminisced about all of that in order to psychologically weaken Austin, it began to work. Austin lowered the knife, his limbs grew weak and he started to tear up. Then he heard Thomas over the walkie talkie "You can do it Daddy, I believe in you" Thomas said through sobs. It gave Austin the strength for the weakness into motivation and strength. His grip on the knife tightened again, his other hand gripped the neck of the bottle. Alan looked confused, "You may have taken advantage of me then... but it's not happening again" Austin snapped Alans wrist and held the bottle against his neck. Austin pinned him to the wall and slowly dug the bottle into his neck, making it bleed. "I should've done this a long time ago..." Austin stabbed his chest repeatedly with the knife while holding him up with the bottle. He kept stabbing and stabbing, even after he was dead, to release all the pent up anger, sadness and frustration inside of him. Once he was finally satisfied, he pulled the knife out and let go of the bottle, the knife and his uniform were both covered in blood. He put the knife back in his bag before rolling Alans body and the bottle off a cliff.

"Daddy won, the bad driver is gone" Austin said softly, "Stay where you are, baby. Daddy's gonna find you" He heard Thomas sobbing calm down, "O-okay Daddy" he mumbled.

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