The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Kathleen McCluskey
Cynthia looked passed the giant oak that she was hiding behind. She could see the men searching for her and could hear their voices but no words were audible. Trying her best to meld into the tree to remain undetected she watched as the trio split up into different directions.
Cynthia watched as one man walked right passed her and began to relieve himself with his back to her. She remembered how he laughed while the other two raped and beat her. In her mind she relived the pain as he flipped her over and sodomized her. A rage filled her soul and she sprang for him. Swinging a large branch she connected with the side of his skull. He fell in a heap. “Now it’s my turn,” she whispered to the corpse. Feeling vaguely satisfied she began to search for the other two.
One of her abductors was resting on an out cropping of rocks and nearly found her as she hid below. The sound of the rushing water hid her sounds as she crawled closer to him. She remembered how he pushed his fingers down her throat as he ripped at her clothes. He laughed as he repeatedly punched her in the face, then spitting on her. He ferociously raped her, biting her as he did. He didn’t see the blast coming from a river rock she had in her hand. The force splashing the limestone with blood and grey matter. She looked at it with sheer satisfying disgust. “One more”, she said as she took his hunting knife from his belt. He could only moan and twitch as the life ran out of him.
Now her aggression was aimed at the ring leader of the trio, seething with rage she remembered the merciless torture he subjected her to. The knife slices on her breasts throbbed with every heartbeat. She found him sitting on a stump smoking a cigarette. Cynthia slowly crept up behind him and rammed the hunting knife in his back. He spun around and tried to scream but only gurgling gagging sounds came from him. “How does it feel?” she hissed at him. He began to stumble towards her with his hands out stretched, she had nicked his spinal cord. His coordination finally became useless and he fell on his face in the soft moss of the forest. She sat on his buttocks and slowly pulled the blade out. Stabbing him over and over again, she was beginning to lose control. She turned her bruised face to the sky and screamed. Sobbing she returned to the cabin, the scene of the crime, gathered her belongings and left. Feeling satisfied that those animals now lay dead in the forest a small, satisfied grin came to her face.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
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