5. Ollie

Chapter 5

Ollie

T he screams from the girl’s family echo through the trees as I chase after them, hunting them down one by one. I don’t care if it takes all night. All three of them will be dead and buried by sunrise. These woods Wilder and I know like the back of our hand. It’s second nature being out here.

They can run, but they won’t be able to hide from us. We’re the big bad wolves of this here forest. Nobody gets out alive unless we want’em to.

The dry fallen leaves crunch under my boots as I make my way deeper into the forest. I can hear the panicked breathing of who I assume is the girl’s father. “Come out,” I taunt, my voice dripping with malice. “We gon take real good care of your lil’ girl, sir. She gon make my brother and me some pretty babies.”

A tree branch comes swinging at my head from behind a tree. “You won’t be taking my daughter. Especially if I kill you!”

I laugh, a deep menacing laugh as I dodge the branch. “You? Kill me? I’d like t see your pansy ass try. I’ve been killin’ since I was a young'un.”

The man holds the branch in front of him, thinking that’s gonna stop me from driving my blade into his gut. But he underestimates my speed and agility. In a swift motion, I sidestep the branch and lunge toward him, my blade poised to strike. The fear in his eyes fuels my sadistic pleasure. I find joy in his desperation, savoring the control I possess over the destiny of his family .

As I close in on him, the adrenaline courses through my veins, amplifying my senses. I can smell his fear, and taste the victory that is within my grasp. He swings the branch again, this time aiming for my legs, but I effortlessly dodge it, barely breaking my stride. I’m predator, honed by years of hunting and surviving in these unforgiving woods.

I mock him, taunting him with every step, knowing that his feeble attempts to protect his daughter are futile. I revel in his helplessness, knowing that the night will end with his daughter being ours and his blood staining the forest floor.

Suddenly, a voice pierces through the darkness, cutting through the tension-filled air. “Ollie” It’s my brother’s voice, searching for me. He emerges from the shadows, ready to grab the girl’s father.

I pause, momentarily trying to determine the best way to take him out… It is a rare occurrence, to encounter someone who dares to challenge my dominance. This girl’s father has some fight in him, I’ll give him that.

I make eye contact with Wilder. “You go find da other two. I got dis one.”

He nods and turns to run off.

With a malicious grin, I raise my blade, ready to end this sorry motherfucker. “Sorry Pop’s, you ain’t gon’ be around to know your grandbabies.” I grab hold of the branch and yank it free from his grasp. With a hard push, I knock him to the ground.

I stand over him, relishing in his defeat. The moonlight casts an eerie glow on his trembling body. He tries to crawl away, but I swiftly kick him in the ribs, causing him to cry out in pain. “Where you tink you’s going, old man?” I sneer, my voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

His eyes widen with fear as I hold my blade out in front of me. The anticipation of ending his life fills me with a sickening delight. The man looks up at me, confusion and hope mingling in his eyes. “Please,” he pleads, his voice filled with desperation. “Let us go. We won’t tell anyone what happened here.”

I thrust the blade into his stomach, the hilt and my fingers now pressed against him. Blood oozes as I pull it out. Again and again, my blade finds its home in his stomach. Twenty stabs later, he lies beneath me; the life drained from his eyes.

“Don’ worry, I’ll make sure we take real good care of 'er. I’ll be back. Don’t you go nowhere.” I say, smackin’ his lifeless cheek with my bloodied hand.

The screams of the girl’s remaining family members continue to echo through the trees, a haunting symphony that fuels our bloodlust. In this forest, we are the hunters, and they are our prey.

Off in search of my brother and the remaining two people, I listen intently for any noises to clue me in. The muggy air and killing the old man have me sweating like a dog in the dead summer heat. I let out a shrill whistle, hoping Wilder hears so he can lead me to him. I wait a few moments before whistling again.

To my left, his response rings through the air. I take off in that direction. After a good five-minute jog, I’ve caught up to him. “You killed anyone yet?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Nah, but da mama is up ahead. You wan' have a lil’ fun with 'er before we kill her?” The smile on his face says that he wants to have all kinds of fun with her .

“You can. I’m gon' wait until we get that sweet little ting back home an fuck her instead.” Just thinking about burying my cock in her sweet little pussy gets me hard.

We’re comin’ up to the clearing and we can hear the women panting and out of breath. She comes into view and we pick up the pace to catch her. She glances over her shoulder at us and screams. “No, please,” she begs.

Wilder rushes ahead and knocks her over. She lands face-first on the ground, screaming and cursing. “Take her, keep her. Do whatever the fuck you want with the little bitch. Just let me live.”

Wilder rolls her over and straddles her torso. “Now, what kind of mother is you? Givin’ up your daughter like dat.” He slaps her across the face. “Not dat we needed your permission.”

“She isn’t mine. You…can… have… her.” She gargles, blood pooling in her mouth. “Just let me and my husband go. You can even kill the boy. I don’t care.”

“You sound like a real money-hungry slut, you,” Wilder says. “You know what sluts are good for, don’t ya?” He reaches down and pulls his fly down, pulling out his cock. His silver piercings glintin’ in the moonlight. “Open your fuckin’ mouth up.”

Tears run down her face as she shakes her head. “Please,” she screams. She looks up at me, hoping I will show her some kind of compassion. I’ve none to give her.

“Best do as he says,” I say, nonchalantly.

She screams again, her mouth wide. Wilder shoves his cock down her throat. The woman thrashes about as he pumps in and out of her mouth. “Fuckin’ take this cock, bitch.” She gags around him, saliva and blood dripping down the side of her chin. He pulls back for a brief moment, only to slam back into her mouth. The smell of vomit hits my nose and I look away as she gags and chokes on my brother’s cock .

“Sure you don’t wanna piece of dis before I slit her throat?” He asks, and I wave him off.

Wilder pulls out of her mouth and the woman gasps for air. “You ain’t good enough ta choke on my dick as you die. I got me a better idea.”

I watch as he grabs her by her hair, roughly flipping her over onto her stomach. Wilder pulls at her shorts with his free hand, yanking them past her ass. He undoes the top button on his jeans and maneuvers them down enough to get his dick out. He spreads her cheeks, spitting on her tight back hole, and lines the head of his cock up.

“No,” she screams and tries to crawl away.

Fisting her hair, he pulls her back and slams into her. “Damn, woman. It’s so tight back ‘ere. Your husband never fucked your ass, did he?” Thrusting in and out of her, her cries and whimpering fill the air.

I stand back and watch my brother brutalize this woman, giving her every inch of him. “She feels so good, Ollie. You sure?”

“You know who I want.”

He shrugs and flicks open his straight razor. With a look of pure sadistic pleasure on his face, he pulls her hair, lifting her head and baring her neck. The razor glides across and Wilder roars as he comes inside her ass as her neck pours blood onto the dirt in front of her. He pulls out after a few moments and rises to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I’m gon' drag dis bitch back to the campsite. You find the kid.” Wilder grabs the woman’s feet and drags her behind him as he heads back.

I keep moving forward, heading in the direction of the waterfall. I hope my suspicion is right and this is where the boy ran to.