Extended Epilogue

Charles

"What is one thing you wish you would have told me?" A feminine voice.

"All my exes have a restraining order on me." A male voice.

"And you couldn't have told me this before you put your dick in me?"

"I thought red was your favorite color?" There's laughter from both.

"Nooooo. Black is my favorite color." I hear the slap of skin on skin.

"Awe, well, I guess you won't want this, then, will you? I got a red ring put in just for you."

"You're unbelievable." Monica. Monica is talking.

They are talking back and forth, and my brain is slow to pick up on the setting. What is going on? Am I dreaming?

Just when I think this could all be a dream, a shovel hits me in the back of the head. A low throb hums there, and I remember.

"Arrrggghhh," I scream and fight. It's black. All I see is fucking darkness. Where the fuck am I??? Pain is the only thing I feel. It's as if every time I move, my back tears, and my limbs feel heavy and prickly like they're asleep.

"Wow, this is incredible. A true masterpiece. You've really outdone yourself this time. You're saving his eyes for me, right?" She asks in her soft, cheery voice.

"Of course, anything for you, Dead Girl!" A recognizable male voice states.

The one I knew would one day be my downfall. I was hoping I'd be able to take care of him discreetly and thought I had. I knew something was wrong when I talked to Sampson. He felt Jeremy was acting out due to the divorce, but my gut told me otherwise. I removed my name from his mother's police report, so I thought that the massacre that killed Sampson Senior at his son's clinic took care of the last loose end, my secret dying with him. Monica giggles, and my heart pounds in my chest. Did they take my eyes? Is that why I can't see anything?

"Arrggghhhh," I yell in frustration, trying to open my lids as wide as possible. "The both of you are sick. Fucking, sick!!!!"

"Gah, he's so cute when he struggles. He looks like a bug. You know when you pluck its wings?"

Jax chuckles at Monica's comment, and I want to kill them both. Just when I think I'll never be able to see again, a light emerges. A pale yellow glints as pain and tightness covers my eyes, but I don't let that stop me. One by one, something pops, and my vision blurs and burns. Once my eyelids are fully separated, I blink the fog away, along with the annoying sensation of tears. At least that's helping some.

The figures come into view, and I realize they are under me. How am I above them?

They are laying on a blanket, cuddled up together like this is a fucking date. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask, trying to find what's holding me up, but where my hands are supposed to be touching, they're passing through. I peer up but don't see them. I look at my shoulders down to my elbows and, and, and…

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH, what the fuck, what the fucking, fuck, fuck. My arms. My fucking arms!" I scream.

"You've never looked better, if you ask me," Jax states as he leans up on an elbow next to Monica. They are both fully nude, sprawled out on a blanket.

"You, you, you," I stammer and glance at the rest of my body. I'm also naked, high above the concrete flooring, but the only thing that's left of me—my torso. I take a deep breath, unable to fully process what I'm seeing. It's something out of a horror movie. The stumps of my arms and legs are burned, keeping me from bleeding out, and hooks are pulling on the skin of my back. That's what is holding me up this high in the air. I'm like a fucking human pinata. Tears well up again, and I know this will be where I die a slow, painful death as these freaks do whatever they want to me.

"Kill me," I wail, giving up all sense of dignity. "Fucking kill me already."

They laugh, happy with what they've done to me. Then Jax speaks up, "I think this is a fate fit for a bug like you." They both stand and gather their clothes. "Come on, Dead Girl, I have another surprise for you."

"It better be fucking good, and I swear if it's another ring, I'll punch you in the dick." Monica follows him out, wrapping herself in the blanket.

When they get to the door, they cut the lights and shut the door, leaving me in my tomb to scream until I can't anymore.

THE END.