“Get out of the truck, son.” Daniel opened his door and climbed out.
Henry felt paralyzed; he didn’t want to get out. He didn’t want to be here.
His dad walked to the rear of the Bronco and opened the back doors. “Henry.”
Shaking violently, Henry opened the passenger door and stepped out of the truck. His knees wobbled slightly when his feet hit the ground, and he grasped the door to prevent himself from falling. Henry held onto the side of the Bronco as he walked towards the back on unsteady legs.
Henry went numb when he stepped up beside his dad, looked inside the Bronco’s cargo space, and saw the body bag.
No… no…
“Here.” Daniel shoved a set of keys at Henry. “Open the cellar door.”
Henry clutched the keys, unable to look away from the body bag.
“Henry. Now.”
Breathing heavily and erratically, Henry walked numbly to the cellar entrance, unfastened the padlock, and pulled open the heavy door. His dad hoisted the body bag over his shoulder like a sack of grain and carried it toward the cellar.
“Go on down and turn on the light.”
Henry descended the wooden steps and flipped the switch at the bottom. His dad came down the stairs with the heavy body bag and dropped it on the large wooden table in the center of the room. Henry held his breath as his dad unzipped the bag.
“Huh!” Henry gasped when he glimpsed the woman inside.
“Don’t worry,” Daniel said. “She’s not dead.” He scoffed. “Not yet.”
Henry backed away, his throat working quickly as his dad pulled the bag from around the woman. She wore a short dress that seemed too small for her. Daniel dragged the bag from underneath her and set it aside. He then shackled her hands and feet, stopping to gaze at his prize.
“Lovely, hm?” He rubbed his hand up her leg, along her inner thigh, and under her dress. His eyelids grew heavy as his hand moved around beneath her dress. “And so soft and warm.”
A fresh wave of horror struck Henry, and he almost passed out.
His dad looked at him and smiled. “Want to feel?”
Henry shook his head, eyes bulging.
“Of course not.” Daniel nodded and withdrew his hand. “You don’t like pussy. I almost forgot. Although…” He waved his fingers before his nose and breathed deeply, groaning. “… you’ve never had it. Maybe you just don’t know that you like it. I can’t imagine fucking ass is more appealing than fucking pussy. How can you even compare them? Pussy is so velvety soft, wet, hot, and...” He licked his fingers. “… so fucking delicious. You have to try it at least once, son. You might discover you’re not a faggot after all.”
Henry stared at him, horrified. “No…” he whimpered. “I don’t want to…”
“Well, in time.” His dad winked. “I’ll get you a younger one closer to your age. A virgin, like you. Virgin pussy is the best. The way it resists and ultimately tears. Damn.” He looked at the unconscious woman and shook his head. “I wish this one were fresh like that, but not a chance. Not the way she was all over me at the pub, and how eagerly she sucked me off once we were in my truck.” He snorted. “We didn’t fuck. I only do that here, where it has purpose.” Daniel squinted at Henry. “You are a virgin, aren’t you? Or did you and Ezra do some deep diving when you were alone?”
“What…” Henry choked on a quiet sob. “No… we never…”
“Good. That’s good.” Daniel caressed the woman’s thigh. “A boy’s first time should be pussy… regardless of which way he swings.” Daniel gestured to his son. “Come over here. Touch her skin. Feel how soft she is.”
“No…” Henry shook his head, his chest hitching.
“Come over here,” his dad insisted.
Henry approached him, tears welling in his eyes, his breath coming so fast and hard that he could hardly catch it. Daniel grabbed his hand and pressed his palm against the woman’s leg.
“Nice, hm?” Daniel murmured. “It feels even better when it’s slippery with blood.”
Henry gasped and jerked his hand away.
His dad took out a knife and cut away the woman’s clothes until she lay naked on the table. Henry watched in horror and revulsion as his dad boldly touched, fondled, and tasted the woman’s body while the man grew visibly aroused.