A Hacked-Up Holiday Massacre: Halloween Is Going to Be Jealous by Anthology

Author:Anthology [Anthology]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0066VXKIG
Publisher: Pill Hill Press
Published: 2011-11-01T07:00:00+00:00

SOUTHERN FRIED CRUELTY

by Matt Kurtz

Trench pulled the white cargo van into an area of the factory’s parking lot that wasn’t consumed by weeds.

“We’re here, gentlemen,” he said, staring into the review mirror.

Silence.

Only the full moon above and the van’s headlights pierced the darkness of the dilapidated textile plant. Trench climbed from the vehicle and moved to its rear, gravel crunching underfoot. He swung the doors open and stared inside. A smile spread across his face.

Three men lay unconscious on the scuffed metal floor. Their wrists were handcuffed behind their backs, ankles heavily duct-taped, and mouths gagged with cloth. Their various attires ranged from a wife-beater and jeans to a trucker’s ball cap and shorts to only a ratty pair of underwear briefs (soiled with a shit-stain). All lay next to one another, their heads just shy of the open door.

Trench couldn’t help but think how easy it would be to slide the unconscious men forward and hang their heads over the bumper…then just slam the doors with all his might. He didn’t think it would decapitate them but he knew it would, at the very least, crack their heads open like ripe melons.

No, that’d be too simple. Granted, he had a strict schedule with plenty of jobs throughout the day, but he absolutely refused to do any of them half-assed, especially the first one of the bunch. Besides, it had been made very clear to Trench that these gentlemen needed to be fully aware of what was happening to them (much like their victims, who had been completely conscious).

Trench retrieved an ammonia inhalant from his pocket, cracked it, and waved it under their noses. “Rise and shine.”

The men sprung awake, grimacing from the pungent smell. Their bloodshot eyes widened even more upon the realization that they were bound and gagged. They stared at one another then up at their captor.

Trench grabbed Wife-Beater and pulled him out, letting him drop to the ground unaided. With arms bound behind his back, the man landed on his collar bone and let out a muffled cry. He rolled over and stared up with a look that read: Why would you do that?

“Oh, I’m sorry, hoss,” Trench said. “Am I treatin’ ya…inhumanely?”

Wife-Beater’s eyes bulged from their sockets over Trench’s choice of words.

Trench shot him a wink then turned back to the van. “C’mon, fellas. Out ya go.” He grabbed Trucker-Cap and dumped him like a bag of trash.

Shit-Stain was the last out, hitting the gravel where he trembled uncontrollably. It might have been from the man’s lack of clothing on such a chilly night or the mere fact that Shit-Stain was scared shitless. Whatever the case, Trench couldn’t give a rat’s ass as to why the guy was vibrating. He had a job to do.

Trench hooked a hand under Shit-Stain’s armpit and dragged the man toward a cement wall built to protect a power transformer at the far end of the lot. His bare kneecaps scraped across the rough gravel which elicited screams of pain.

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