Three - Angel

I wake up face soaking wet, water up my nose. It’s raining and I’m face down in a puddle of water and oil. The gravel under my chin is an uncomfortable pillow; the rain running down my face is a shitty alarm, no snooze button. My nose is bleeding and I can’t open my left eye all the way, Christ, my head is pounding! I dropped my guard; I’m getting cocky, and stupid. I try to stand, body doesn’t want me to, my stomach is pissed, I empty it on the side of someone’s Buick. It’s coming back to me, I wish it wouldn’t.

I decided to try a new bar; this one has a ton of college kids. I was scouting the room, a lot of potential. Next thing I know this stunning blonde is sliding up next to me, she has the body of a goddess, and the face of an angel. I buy her a drink and stand there transfixed by the crystal blue in her eyes. Next thing I know this huge jock with his football jacket is pushing me, telling me not to fuck with his girlfriend. I look at her and she has this coy expression on her face, fucking angels always betray you. Before I can say anything he sucker punches me and then a group of his friends are pounding me over. I can’t get my bearings, fists and boots coming at me from all directions. I wake up bleeding in the parking lot. Unacceptable.

I’m standing, rain dripping down my face, can’t focus, watching the door, don’t know how long. I see them come out and hop into his Porsche Boxster, while they make out I get to my car, my eye is bleeding, no it’s not, fucking rain. They leave, I follow. I stay just far enough behind to not be obvious, just wait, opportunity is coming. They pull off onto a country highway, houses blend into trees, this will work. I ram him from behind, he pulls off the road, we get out at the same time. He’s laughing, “You didn’t get enough before?” He pulls out a bat from his back seat, she’s egging him on. He takes a swing, my reactions are slow, he catches me on the arm, he stops to smile at his girlfriend, stupid. I kick him square in the balls, only seems to make him angrier. He swings, this time adrenalin helps me, I avoid the bat and pop him in the back of the head with my elbow, the big monster isn’t going down easy. He swings at me; I kick him in the gut. He’s down on his knees, I step down hard on the hand holding the bat, I hear the crunch. I grab the bat, but when I turn around he’s rising like a bad horror film. Mr. Bat meet Mr. Knee. I found his weak spot, the knee shatters, another promising career ends tragically. I pound him a few times; have to be careful, they’re more dangerous when they’re injured. He’s out and the blonde Venus is yelling at me from the car. She sees the look in my eyes and bolts into the woods.

I follow her in, I can hear her running ahead, I’m starting to enjoy this. I hear her fall, she’s calling out and crying, she runs into a tree and falls down, I’m upon her. “’What do you want?!” she screams at me. I tell her to take off her clothes. She’s crying, her head is rocking back and forth “No”, she starts begging. I tell her again, “take off your clothes”. She starts to strip, the whole moment accented by the rain that is wetting her down, the clothes peeling off her like the skin off a grape. She stands there nude, trembling, the water glistening off her body, her muscles tensed, I come forward and caress her belly, she’s quietly whimpering, I look her in the eyes and caress her cheek, lightly kissing her full risqué mouth, she’s trying to hold back the tears, let it out girl, crying is healthy. I grab her forcefully, she is surprised as I push her down on the ground on all fours, I open my pants, I slowly rub my hands across her back, it’s like a canvas, so taught and white, I separate her ass cheeks, she starts to says something and I ram myself up into her. She let’s out a wail, the forest absorbs it. I am pounding at her, her firm round buttocks are like a pillow, her grunts and whimpers like a lubricant, I cum and she releases a guttural cry, long and hard. She crawls a few feet away, curls into a fetal position, rocking back and forth. No time to waste, there’s still a job to fill. I pull a bag from my back pocket, open it up, she eyes me through her matted hair, I tell her to get in. “Please let me go! You got what you wanted” No I didn’t. She begs, I tell her to get in the bag. She slowly crawls in; I secure the top and lift it. I feel her rump through the fabric and lift her up. It’s a long walk back to the car, didn’t realize we had run so far.

As I drive I can hear her crying in the trunk, praying to her god. I arrive at the warehouse; this is a new job so I’m a little reticent. An Indian guy named “Punjab” (what an imagination) told me Chen recommended me, said I get the best quality girls. He and his associates are looking to for the ultimate meat. I get out and hurl the bag across my shoulders, she’s asking me to talk to her, I tell her to shut up, I need to figure this out. No carts, no welcome, these guys are so un-professional. I get to the door and finally someone is there, he welcomes me in and orders another guy to get me a towel. He escorts me into the room and I meet his 4 associates. They have greedy eyes, all dressed in their traditional Indian gear. I pour her onto the floor. They erupt with satisfaction. Her eyes darts all about, like a cow being judged at the state fair. I step back, they go at her, they’re going in every opening, she’s moaning and whimpering, they are like a pack of hyenas, and she is the poor wildebeest. Finally my towel arrives, I watch as every orifice is invaded, and while this is happening the others poke and prod her, picking out their cuts. When they’re done they all step back and leave her a heap of meat sobbing on the floor, they pour drinks and a large man come out, lifts her up, she shows no resistance, as he plops her down on a table. He ties her arms and legs and pulls out this huge knife, she looks up at him, almost thankfully, and then almost delicately, he pierces her neck. She is bleeding, not fast enough to die, not yet. He mixes her blood with some liquid, smells like curry, and then slides open up this huge barbeque oven and slides her in. She screams when she hits the flames. He closes the top and you can hear her banging around in there. They’re all drinking, “Punjab” brings me my money and I notice the struggling from the oven is getting softer. She’ll be in there awhile and, my head is pounding, gottta get home. I need a nurse.