Out For Blood 18

As the shouting had gotten them absolutely nowhere, Jill tried another tactic. ‘Gee Hal; boss lady sure slapped your ass.’ she said.

Hal had closed the door and was sat back at his desk and said nothing; he turned the shoe box over emptying out the remaining contents. A fuel receipt, a road map of North Carolina, and a pair of worn sneakers.

Vicky joined in. ‘Hey Hal, was that yo’ mamma? Maan she’s almost as ugly as you are.’ there was still no reply from Hal.

Then another crack of bone came from the cell next to theirs. Jill looked round again and so did Vicky this time. They stared at the body, watching as it began to twitch. First one leg then the other, each time the cracking of bone echoing in the small room.

‘Hey Vicky,’ said Jill. ‘Those legs were broken, right?’ the legs Jill spoke of were now straight and looked quite normal.
‘We didn’t kill him!’ announced Vicky.

Hal picked up the keys from his desk and opened the other cell door. Then he unceremoniously pulled the leather jacket off the mans’ back and also the T-shirt that was underneath. He then spread-eagled the man out and closed the shackles around each of his limbs.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ shouted Jill.
‘It’s time this fucker was cleansed!’ Hal said, and for the first time let out a small laugh.
‘What’s so fucking funny, he’s alive… he should see a doctor.’ said Jill.
‘He’s no more alive than the rest of us… not countin' you two o’course.’

When Hal had finished shackling the man to the floor he reached up and unfastened the bolts holding the hatch shut. When it was open the hatch door rested against the wall just above the bench.

‘What’s that for?’ asked Jill referring to the now open hatch.
‘This? said Hal. ‘Well how does that song go now? Ya know the one from that old movie starring Robert Redford. Ahh yes…’ he then began to sing. ‘Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head.’ then once more he laughed, this time from deep in his throat.

Jill stood and looked at the man shackled to the floor in the next cell; the gash on his forehead had disappeared. He wasn’t conscious, but he was alive.

Vicky then moved over to their cell door. ‘Hey crater-face, what did that bitch mean when she said I’ll be ready for breeding soon?’

Hal sat back down and rested his elbows on his desk, and placed his broad square chin on his closed fists. ‘Well little lady,’ he began. ‘Seein’ as you is a virgin, your just what we need. We got a nice stud lined up for you missy.’ he said this with a huge smile on his face.

Jill had no idea Vicky was still a virgin, she really wanted to talk to her about it, but right now was not the time.
‘None of you will ever get near me.’ said Vicky through clenched teeth.
‘What you gonna do, refuse?’ again he laughed.

‘No, I’ll… I’ll kill myself first.’ stammered Vicky.
‘Or I’ll kill her.’ shouted Jill.

Vicky looked around in shock at what Jill had just said. ‘What the fuck is she saying?' Then she saw the glint in Jills’ eye and remembered what the “bitch” had said just before leaving. “See to it she comes to no more harm.”

Vicky then head butted one of the bars, and it hurt like hell.
Hal stood up, his knees hitting the desk and shunting it forward. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he shouted

Vicky had no idea what she was doing; she hoped Jill had a plan. She butted the bars once again, and once again it hurt like hell. Hal picked up the cattle-prod and ran over to the cell opening the door. Vicky moved over far right and Jill moved over far left. Hal knew he would have to incapacitate the dark haired one before he could stop the blond from damaging herself further.

He moved in Jills’ direction and pushed the cattle-prod hard into her stomach and zapped her for two or three seconds. Twitching Jill dropped to the floor and Hal grabbed her by the throat with one huge gloved hand, and then started to squeeze.

Jill lay there stunned from the cattle-prod, staring up at the ceiling as the life was rapidly being crushed from her. She felt her eyes bulging, almost ready to pop out of their sockets. She tried desperately to breathe but there was no chance of that, not under this huge mans vice-like grip.

Vicky looked up at the open cell door; “If I could get out I could run for help.” she thought. “But by then Jill would undoubtedly be dead.” she jumped on Hals’ back and clawed frantically at his scarred face in an attempt to free her friend; Hal dropped the cattle-prod and it rolled under the bench resting against the wall.

He pulled Vicky off his back landing her against the bars, and then he gripped Jills’ neck with both his hands. Jill could feel him squeezing tighter and tighter, then all of a sudden Hal felt the dark haired one start to go limp, then Jills’ whole world went black.