SERIAL UNCUT by Jack Kilborn; Blake Crouch J.A. Konrath

SERIAL UNCUT by Jack Kilborn; Blake Crouch J.A. Konrath

Author:Jack Kilborn; Blake Crouch J.A. Konrath [J.A. Konrath, Jack Kilborn; Blake Crouch]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: konrath, gross, crouch, scary, horror, gore, sick, thriller
Publisher: JA Konrath
Published: 2010-08-29T04:00:00+00:00


-7-

Standing on the ladder, with his upper half through the trap door, Taylor stared at the gun in the kneeling fat man's hand. It was pointed at the cop's head, but Donaldson's eyes were focuses on him.

Goddammit, why did I let him grab the gun?

Taylor felt himself go dead inside, like his body turned to ice. He chose his words carefully, keeping his voice even. "You know what, Donaldson? Maybe you're right. Sharing seems like a fair thing to do, and it might even be fun. Besides, it would be a shame to deprive such a famous lady of either of our company. But I have to say that seeing you holding a gun makes me a bit nervous. We don't want to make enemies of each other, do we?"

Donaldson smiled, shrugged, and then uncocked the gun and shoved it into his front pocket. "I appreciate your generosity, Taylor. Really, I do. And normally I wouldn't be so ungracious to a fellow traveler. But this woman just does something to me. I haven't been this excited in years."

"I can see that." Taylor was eye-level with Donaldson's crotch. "Or maybe that's the gun."

"So let's have a meeting of the minds."

"Fine."

Taylor relaxed a notch now that the weapon was out of play, but he had no doubt Donaldson would use it again. His original fantasy of tag-team action had been replaced by the unpleasant image of Donaldson tying him up and feeding him his own face. When there are too many foxes in the henhouse, the foxes kill each other. A shame, because Taylor was starting to like the older man.

"Since you agree to sharing," Donaldson said, "would you be adverse to both of us going at her at the same time? You take the bottom half, I take the top?"

Taylor reached a hand behind his back and touched the folding knife clipped to his belt--Donaldson had given it back to him in the parking lot. Killing him right now would probably be the best bet, but the guy was big, and the knife blade was short. Unless he died quick, Donaldson would fight back and be able to grab his gun.

No, the knife wasn't the way to go.

But Taylor did have a sawed-off shotgun under his passenger seat. All he needed to do was jump down, lock the trap door, and grab it.

"Sharing would be okay." Taylor tried to look thoughtful. "But I want to look her in the eyes when I'm doing my thing. Be tough to do if her eyes were gone."

"They wouldn't be gone. They'd be in her mouth."

Taylor shook his head. "That wouldn't be good for me."

"I could leave her eyes alone. Maybe just take off her eyelids so she'd be forced to look. It could work. We could do a trial run on the whore, here."

Donaldson kicked Candi in her side. She moaned.

Taylor figured there were three steps beneath him. He would need to grab the door and tug it closed before Donaldson pulled his gun.



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