Acid Rain by R.D Rhodes (ebook reader txt) 📕

trouble anyway. Yes, I fucked Hazel. Who wouldn’t fuck that? But what do you think happened? Huh?!

Nothing! My words go far. I’ve got friends in high places. So many friends in high places. I’m untouchable. Your dad and me- ah, so many good times. No evidence remains. We sorted that out. We’re careful. What?”

“It wasn’t me.” I croaked again. “It was someone else.” I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

“I know. I know, petal. It was Harry. But you’re guilty by association. We’ll sort that little bastard out soon enough. It won’t take long to find him either- a freaky-looking bastard with a ten-inch ring around his neck. But first, my prize!”

His strong body marched forwards. The red walls spun around me. The black earth opened up. The powerlessness. The humiliation. I booted out with my right leg, but he caught it instinctively in his left arm. He laughed as he held the leg up high and thrust his midriff between me. I felt his big bones. His muscles. His dick hard through his boxers. A whiff of aftershave as he kissed my neck. Then those wet lips on my cheek. I snapped my teeth at him and he laughed delightedly and let me go and stepped back as I screamed again. My throat felt like it had ripped.

He unbuttoned his shirt and it hung like curtains exposing the middle of his strong chest. Then he slid his boxers down too. His dick leapt up as the tears ran down my face. Salt and blood mixed in my mouth. Pain was burning through every part of me.

The last scream came out like a wounded animal.

“HAHAHA! That’s it! You just keep trying to call for help.”

He pinned both my legs underneath his biceps. The pipe dug into my spine,

“I’m gonna fuck you harder than John ever did,” his hot breath hissed. “I’ll teach you for running away.”

My t-shirt tore and he wrenched it up above my head. His slimy lips pressed into my cheek. I was sobbing and sick and angry and scared, Where are you God?! I cried in my head. Please?!! Please! Help me!” And somewhere in another part of the world I knew some other girl was going through this too and I wasn’t alone. What God? What Spirit? All that connection I felt, and for what? Help! Please, help!”

The inspector moaned. His fingers trembled as he unzipped my jeans. I must have passed out, but I remember coming to seconds later and my jeans were being pulled over my feet, and my bra was already off, and behind his left shoulder someone else was coming down the ladder. Coming down quickly, but silently with rapid grabs on each rung. He was skinny. I saw brown, messy hair. It can’t be! I thought. It can’t be! And I was scared to look and give him away, I saw the flash of the knife in his hand as he turned from the ladder and crept up slowly holding a finger to his lips. And the inspector was too preoccupied, my jeans were wrestled off and both his hands went around my hips, when his eyes suddenly bulged in the sockets. “OOF!” he jerked forward and gasped into my face. The pupils stared at me in confused shock, he didn’t have a clue what was going on, and he turned to see Harry, and the knife plunge into his stomach, “YOU FUCKIN BAAASSTAAARD!!!” Harry screamed. His face was deformed with fury as the inspector collapsed to his knees and squealed like a pig and the thwuck, thwuck, thwuck of suctioned air pulled out from his stomach again and again. Harry’s black eyes had gone, he was possessed, the arm ploughed quickly again and again “YOU FUCKING ANIMAL! YOU FUCKKING ANIMAAAAL!” and I couldn’t look but I couldn’t look away and the blood was everywhere, and he grabbed the inspectors cock and sliced it off and held it up in front of the inspectors face, and the inspector reached out a hand for it while his other held a gushing wound in his chest. The blood spurted from his mouth. He looked like a terrified child, his eyes pleading for mercy. Thick red fountained up from the severed hole between his balls and he rolled back on the floor and his eyes were still wide but he was dead. Harry bent over him, launched the severed cock across the room and dove the knife down into the inspector’s neck. “ANIMAL! ANIMAAAL!” he screamed and his eyes were red from crying and frustration and the tears were welling up again. He was tormented and gone, and his knife arched up into the air then ripped down through the dead face, puncturing the cheek.

“HARRY!” I shouted.

He couldn’t hear me..

“HARRY!”

His eyes glanced towards me, unaware of anything. His breath heaved in and out. The blood covered his eyelids and most of his face. Then a glimmer of recognition slowly came back. He stared at the knife and dropped it and turned his palms over and stared at them too, and then at the body on the floor.

“Fuck. What have I done?!” he said. Then he jumped up and was over at me, pulling my jeans back on, pushing my top back down. He stepped back and his hand covered his mouth as he stared at me in horror. “Did he touch you?”

“No.”

“DID HE TOUCH YOU?”

“I SAID NO! You were just in time.”

He flinched and looked up at my wrists then went into the inspector’s pockets and found the key. He unlocked the cuffs and caught me as I collapsed down. The blood raced back into my hands but I could hardly feel them, could hardly feel anything but adrenaline.

“Can you stand? Can you walk?”

“Yes.” I said.

“C’mon. We have to go! I killed her too. I fucking killed her!”

“Who?!”