Page 20 of Wrong Turn

I drag Bridget’s Frankenstein looking corpse from my truck, lugging it over to the stage I’m setting. With a thick rope thrown over my shoulder, I climb the tree in the front yard. Looping the cord around a secure branch before climbing back down. Clicking off the alarm on this ritzy vehicle, I open the door, and pop it into neutral. Pushing with all my might to get it placed under the tree as quietly as possible. When it’s finally positioned to my liking, I shift it back into park.

Sliding the key into the ignition, and turning it backwards, the battery powers the SUV. Music starts thumping, “FUCK!” I whisper-shout, moving quickly with fumbling fingers to silence“Barbie Girl”by Aqua.

Great…now that fucking song is going to be stuck in my head.

After catching my breath, and waiting to make sure no one woke up, I open the sunroof. Is it weird I’ve lost count of how many people I’ve killed, but this…right here, has the most giddy, sinister feeling slithering through me? If horns erupted from my forehead, and a tail sprung from my ass, I wouldn’t even be surprised. Murder is different for me, it’s something I do. I enjoy it, it’s like breathing, it’s a part of me. But this blatant act tobreak someone apart slowly before I kill them is new. I usually fuck them or hunt them before I kill them. It thrills me in a predatory and sexual way. This sparring with Amber, it brings me joy. If I could fuck with her until the end of time, I think I would be happy. I can’t wait to see the look of horror and despair cross her face when she wakes up, in full view of this picture perfect scene I’m so carefully putting together.

After wrapping the rope around Bridget’s stiffening ankles and tying it tight, I hoist her body up. Pulling the rope over the branch, and securing it around the base of the tree once the body swings perfectly over the roof of Amber’s pristine white SUV. Her friend’s nails drag ever so slightly against the metal, creating an eerie scratching noise. I wonder if it’ll be heard by the girls in the deathly quiet morning. I’ll most certainly be staying to witness the fruits of my labour.

I climb up on the vehicle’s roof. Kneeling, the metal buckles under the pressure. Shit, she’s going to be so pissed her roof is dented. I force down my laugh, focusing on the task at hand. I place my hands on either screwdriver’s handle, and pull them free. The skin squelches as the tools are removed, and congealed blood oozes from the annoying one’s ears. Pulling a knife from my back pocket, I slit her throat from ear to ear. Blood pours freely, spreading over the roof, and dripping inside through the open sunroof. It’s starting to cover the vehicle faster than I anticipated.

Quickly, I spin the body, winding the rope up, then pushing it free. Bridget twirls like a macabre upside-down ballerina, spraying crimson everywhere while I watch mesmerized. The momentum spins her up and then back down while she sways in no particular path, littering the ground in her blood.That’s going to attract the animals. Hopefully, Amber doesn’t get eaten by a grizzly.

A lightbulb illuminates the dark fringes of my mind, and I jump down from the roof. Sprinting across the yard to my truck, I grab the ghillie suit from my truck’s locking storage box. It contains all the hunting stuff I don’t want stolen, but could need at the drop of a hat. Without thinking twice, I pull it on.

I head over to Amber, who’s out cold in front of the fire, and scoop her up. Kicking dirt into the dying embers to ensure a fire doesn’t start has the woman in my arms shifting. She mumbles something imperceptible, nuzzling into my chest.

Warmth blooms, and I don’t like it.

I amnotcatching feelings.

Fuck.

I huff, exasperated by this feeling of being roundhouse kicked in the chest, then head inside the cabin.

19

BIGFOOT…IS THAT YOU?

SAVANNAH

Creak…

The branches sway above my head in the warm summer breeze. Leaves rustle as the wind wisps through the tall grass, the rustling loud in the empty forest clearing. I fall back into the thick bed of wildflowers, watching as the clouds roll by. This is what a vacation should feel like…calm, warm, and relaxing.

Thump…thump…thump…

Heavy footsteps make their way through the woods, getting louder the closer they come. A shadow blocks out the light as a massive, hairy figure towers over me. My heart rate kicks up, not from fear, but from excitement. Heisreal, and he came for me…finally.

Leaning down, he grunts, fuzzy face brushing against mine. The fine hairs tickle my skin, and I can’t help but laugh. He smells of the morning dew, the moist forest, and campfire.

My Sasquatch.

He bumps his head against mine, nuzzling into me. If I speak, I doubt he will understand me, but who needs words when the king of the forest can smell the arousal seeping from between my thighs.

Amber wasn’t wrong when she called me a monster fucker. If she only knew all the things I dream about in the dead of night. Bigfoot is just the tip of the iceberg.

He’s gruff, hands exploring my body roughly. He doesn’t know the meaning of being gentle, that’s okay…I’ll show him. All we have is time. His body swamps mine as he climbs atop me. He ruts against the junction of my thighs, grinding his hard member against my clit. I push him back, signalling for him to stop. He growls, the sound low and angry as it rumbles through me. I pull up the sides of my dress, exposing my naked pussy, primed and ready for him. He growls again, but this time it’s from liking what he sees.

His massive hands pry my thighs apart as he leans in to smell me. My ape-man breathes in deep, then drags his fat tongue through me. Licking me, sucking me, devouring me until I’m tugging at his soft fur, begging for his cock with the writhing of my body.

Without warning, he grabs my waist, flipping me over. Pulling my hips up, he eats me from the back, strong tongue probing at my back hole. I moan; I can’t help it. The sound does something to him, his whole body freezes behind me. I start to turn, wanting to see what has him cutting me off right when I’m about to explode. But he grunts angrily again, so I face forward.

The tip of his cock slides through my folds, coating his monster cock in my wetness as he palms my ass. My cheek meets the grass when he slams into me with the force of a train. He ruthlessly ruts into me, animalistic sounds echoing around us. My shriek of surprise rips through the peaceful area when heslaps my ass hard enough to bruise. Over and over again his palm cracks off my skin in time with his thrusts.

I’m not into the rough stuff.My dream monsters are never this hard on me.

“It hurts,” I whimper, knowing he won’t understand.

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