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Camp Blaze
Jon Athan
Copyright © 2017 Jon Athan
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WARNING
This book contains scenes of intense violence and some disturbing themes. Some parts of this book may be considered violent, cruel, disturbing, or unusual. Certain implications may also trigger strong emotional responses. This book is also not intended for those easily offended or appalled. Please enjoy at your own discretion.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter One
A Nightly Escapade
“It's right over here, babe. Hurry up before they see us,” Taylor Harris said as he gripped a tall tree and extended his right hand towards his peer. “Come on, Carol. Stop being such a wuss. Just grab my hand and follow me. Please. Pretty please.”
Taylor stared at Carol chambers with big puppy eyes and a pouting lip – the combination could melt the coldest heart.
Like a bashful child, Carol clasped her hands behind her back and glanced around. To her left, campers and counselors of all shapes and sizes marched down the dirt path and headed towards a campfire site. To her right, she could see the neighboring cabins. A few lights illuminated the log cabins, but most of the woodland was solely illuminated by the luminous moon and stars. It was a beautiful night – a romantic night.
And, the young woman was a sucker for romantic nights.
Carol was a senior counselor at Camp Blaze. So, she wore the common counselor uniform – a mint green button-up shirt, dark green shorts, and brown boots. Her curly black hair was sprawled across her timid shoulders. At 20 years old, she was still shy around men. It wasn't a gimmick to keep some semblance of innocence, either.
Carol glanced at the counselors and campers, then she said, “I don't know about this. Regina and Oscar already saw us. Don't you think they might tell someone?”
Taylor shrugged and said, “I don't care who they tell.”
“I care.”
“That's not what I meant. I care about it, I care about you and your reputation, I care about us. I just want us to spend some time together. That's what couples do. It's okay if you don't want to, but we have a chance now if you do. We won't have another chance like this for the rest of the summer. You know it.”
Carol bit her bottom lip and tilted her head as she examined Taylor's appearance, as if she were trying to decipher the sincerity behind his words. He seemed genuine, though. Since camp started weeks ago, she had not caught him in a single lie. He didn't seem like the type of man to lie and deceive in order to exploit women.
Taylor was a charming young man. He wore the standard uniform, but he opted for dark green trousers instead of shorts. He had striking black hair, boyishly combed over to the right. His jawline was defined thanks to his generally lean physique. He was a handsome man with a big heart. Sure, he longed for sex like a virgin teenager, but his love was genuine.
Carol smiled and said, “Fine. I don't want to go out too far, though. If we get lost, everyone will have to come looking for us. It would be so embarrassing. I can't handle that.”
Grinning from ear-to-ear, Taylor grabbed her hand and said, “Don't worry about it. We won't be far from camp.”
Taylor gently pulled on his girlfriend's arm and led her into the woodland. Rosy-cheeked, Carol couldn't help but blush as she followed her crush. The couple wandered the dark forest in search of a small shed.
Gusts of wind swept across the woodland, whooshing and whistling with each puff. The trees ghoulishly groaned as if they were feeling pain due to the harsh wind. The crisp leaves crackled and the bushes rustled, too. A symphony of natural ruckus echoed across the forest. The racket was loud but tranquil – the usual.
Taylor's eyes widened upon spotting a shed wedged between two trees. The twelve-by-twelve-foot tool shed looked as if it would collapse at any moment, but it miraculously remained stable. In fact, the shed had been on campgrounds for two decades without incident. It was a well-known getaway spot for counselors, passed down from one horny generation to another.
Taylor peeked into the shed through the windows and said, “It's all clear, babe. Come on.”
As she examined the rickety structure, Carol asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“What could go wrong?”
“Are you kidding? Jeez, I don't know. Oh, maybe the ceiling will fall on us.”
Taylor chuckled, then he said, “Just trust me.”
He grabbed Carol's clammy hand and pulled her through the double-door entrance of the shed. As the doors closed behind them, the young man reached into the air. He smiled upon finding the beaded pull chain. He tugged on the chain and the light bulb dangling from the ceiling illuminated the dingy shed.
Carol grimaced in disgust as she glanced around the small room. Dust danced in the air as it spiraled to the floor. There were several shelves on the walls to the right and left. A sturdy workbench was situated at the back of the shed. The tools were also covered in dust, but most of the equipment still functioned properly. Axes, screwdrivers, pitchforks, cordless drills, heavy rope and the like filled the tool shed.
With a furrowed brow, Carol asked, “This is the romantic spot you've been talking about? Is this some sort of joke?”
As he swiped the sawdust off of the workbench, Taylor said, “I never said it was 'romantic.' I said it was secretive. There's a difference.”
“You tricked me.”
“No, I think you just got confused. 'Secret can be romantic,' that's what I said. Remember?”
“No, actually, I don't.”
Carol crossed her arms, puckered her lips, and turned away from Taylor – playful. Taylor chuckled and nodded, happy to accept the challenge. He wrapped his arms around the young woman's petite body, then he lifted her from the floor. He carried her to the workbench as the couple shared a laugh. He sat her on the workbench and gazed into her eyes.
Taylor said, “You're beautiful.”
Carol huffed, then she said, “Oh, please. I barely had enough time to get ready. Kenneth was in a hurry to go to the campsite, so Regina was really on us. I just didn't have time...”
“You don't need time.”
Carol giggled, then she asked, “And what's that supposed to mean?”
“It means: when we're together, time doesn't matter. Time stops. There are no beauty standards when we're together. None of that matters. It's just you and me.”
Carol blushed and stared down at her legs. Taylor grabbed her chin and lifted her head. Before they could say another word, the couple kissed. Carol wrapped her arms around Taylor's neck, Taylor gripped Carol's hips. The young man pecked her chin, cheek, and her neck as he unfastened the buttons on her shirt. Lost in her passion, Carol could only let off a moan of pleasure.
Wide-eyed, Carol shuffled on the workbench and asked, “What was that?”
Baffled, Taylor stepped back and asked, “What?”
“I think there's someone out there.”
“Carol, there's no one outside. You're just nervous. Don't worry about it. I'll take–”
Shh – Carol held her index finger to her lips and shushed as she stared out the window to her right. The light from the tool shed barely penetrated the filmy glass and illuminated the forest. The wind dragged a few leaves past the shed, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. The natural ruckus, however, was capable of masking the most devious noise.
The sound of footsteps on mud emerged.
Taylor furrowed his brow and whispered, “Is someone really out there?”
As she buttoned her shirt, Carol said, “Someone's watching us, Taylor. Shit, someone must have followed us.”
Taylor approached the window. With his hands around his head, he planted his face on the glass and peered outside. He could see the swirling leaves and he could hear the whistling wind, but he did not spot any uninvited guests.
Without taking his eyes off of the forest, Taylor said, “Maybe it's Kenneth. Maybe he's trying to scare us. You know how he is.”
“What if it's worse?” Carol asked. Taylor turned towards her, confused – what could be worse than Kenneth? Carol swallowed the lump in her throat, then she suggested, “It could be Alvin. He'll fire us if we get caught messing around. It could even be some of the campers. What if they followed us out here?”
“So, what?
“We'd be... I don't know, we'd be setting a bad example or something, right?”
“Having sex is setting a bad example? Come on, Carol, it's part of life. I've already caught most of these kids peeking into the showers. Hell, they've probably already seen you naked, too. It's no big deal.”
Flustered, Carol shook her head and said, “I'm not having sex or making out with you until we take those campers back to the campsite. I'm definitely not coming back here if Kenneth or Alvin are out there. I'm not putting on a show for some pervs.”
“Alright, alright. I'll go check it out myself. If it's a few kids, I'll walk them back to the path. If it's Kenneth, I'll kick his ass. If it's Alvin... good luck to you 'cause I'm running.”
Before he could walk away, Carol grabbed Taylor's arm and said, “Don't be stupid. Splitting up in the middle of the night with some creep out there? Are you kidding? We're not in a horror movie. We're not supposed to be idiots. We'll check it out together.”
Taylor smiled as Carol marched forward. She was bashful and timid, but she had the heart of a lion. He admired the woman – he loved her. He rubbed the nape of his neck and licked his lips as he followed her trail.
***
Carol crossed her arms and rubbed her shoulders as she glanced around the forest. Between the trees in front of her, she could see light pouring from the camp's cabins. The couple were not far from the main campsite. She glanced back at the tool shed and examined the surrounding trees, but to no avail. She couldn't see much through the darkness.
Taylor walked to Carol's side and said, “I don't see anything out here, babe. Maybe it was just our imagination or maybe they just left. Hell, it was probably just the wind. Let's go back inside.”
Carol shook her head and said, “No. No, I heard someone, Taylor. I'm not going back in there while someone's out here watching us. Maybe we should just go back to the cabin or meet up with the others at the campfire.”
“There's no one out here. Trust me.”
Carol frowned and sniffled as she stared at the ground. She liked Taylor, she trusted him with her sensitive heart, but she couldn't trump her fears. Mysteries raised questions and questions demanded answers. She refused to return to the isolated tool shed unless she received a sense of certainty.
Taylor could see the doubt lingering in Carol's eyes, too. Words couldn't convince her, so he opted for action.
Taylor shouted, “Kenneth?! Are you out there? Are you messing with us, you damn perv?” There was no response. He yelled, “If I catch you, I'm going to kick your ass! You hear me?”
Carol gently slapped Taylor's forearm and whispered, “Hey, you might be threatening some kids. You don't want to get fired, do you?” She glanced around and said, “Come on out, kids. You're not in any trouble, I promise.”
Yet again, there was no response. The sounds of crackling leaves, groaning trees, and creaky wood echoed through the area. The ruckus was dismissed as everyday forest noise. The loving couple and the tool shed were seemingly abandoned by the world.
Taylor rubbed Carol's shoulder and said, “Like I said, it must have been the wind. Let's get back inside before we freeze out here.”
Carol reluctantly nodded as she took one final glance into the woodland. To her dismay, only the darkness stared back. The couple turned and stepped towards the tool shed. Three steps – it only took three steps before they were forced to stop. They stood less than three meters away from the shed doors, frozen in fear.
Astonished, Taylor stuttered, “Wh–Who... Who... Who are you?”
A tall and brawny person stood on top of the tool shed, his huge silhouette against the moon. He appeared to be wearing twill navy coveralls and white gloves. The hood from the coveralls covered his dome, but a few stray hairs could be seen. His face was obscured by a white mask. The mask had a blank expression, but his piercing blue eyes could be seen through the holes.
The mysterious person's sudden appearance was worrisome. His weapon, however, was absolutely terrifying. He tightly gripped the handle of a fire axe with both of his hands.
Taylor held his hands up in a peaceful gesture and said, “Hey, man, if this is some sort of prank, you got us. Okay? You win. We're terrified, we've learned our lesson, whatever. Come down before you get hurt. I don't want you to–”
Disregarding Taylor's small talk, the masked person lifted the axe over his head and jumped off of the tool shed. He swung the axe down as he quickly plummeted to the floor. He landed in front of the counselors, the ground vibrating under his boots. His attack was precise like the hands of a skilled surgeon – a direct hit.
The axe struck Taylor's head. The head of the axe was jammed into the counselor's dome, vertically split down the middle. The blade reached down to the young man's nose, trapped between his flickering eyes. His left eye drifted to the left while his other eye wandered to the right. Blood oozed from the center of his brow and streamed across his face. Dazed by the attack, he groaned and staggered.
Eyes wide with fear, Carol watched as Taylor fell down to his back with the axe protruding from his head. She held her hands to her cheeks and shrieked. She glanced at the killer and wept. She couldn't conjure the words to berate the mysterious person. She figured words wouldn't do much harm anyway. Appalled and bewildered, she ran to the closest shelter – the tool shed.
Wheezing and moaning, Carol lurched into the small structure. She turned and tried to close the doors, but to no avail – the shed only locked from the outside. She stared at the door handles as she tried to form an escape plan, shocked. Before she could find a way to barricade herself, the door swung open. The edge of the door collided with her face, causing a grisly gash to form on the bridge of her nose.
Disoriented, Carol teetered left and right until she reached the workbench. She mumbled, “Pl–Please... Please, don't... Don't do this... Don't hurt me.”
The masked killer stood in the doorway. He approached the shelves to his right and examined his arsenal of deadly tools. The killer leered at the generic home improvement tools with deviant eyes, like a pervert ogling women at the beach. He grabbed the heavy rope, then he approached the disoriented woman.
He tossed Carol onto the workbench. She groaned as she landed on her back. She flung her limbs at the killer, blindly kicking and punching the air, but her efforts were fruitless. Her wrists were tied together with the heavy rope, then her arms were pulled over her head. With the other side of the rope, the killer tied the young woman to the workbench.
As the masked person returned to the shelves, Carol sniffled and asked, “What... What are you going to do to me?” The killer did not respond. Eyes brimming over with tears, Carol said, “I don't want to die. Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything. I swear, I'll do anything.”
The killer grunted and marched towards the workbench.
Carol yelled as the masked person unbuttoned her shorts. She kicked the killer, leaving an imprint of her shoe on his burly chest, but she could not stop the attack. Her shorts were removed and tossed onto the floor. Her white underwear – lace panties she wore just for Taylor – quickly followed, revealing her trimmed pubic hair and bare crotch.
Hysterical, Carol shouted, “Don't do this! Don't do this! Oh, God! Please, no!”
As Carol wheezed on the workbench, struggling to compose herself, the killer returned to the shelves. He grabbed a cordless power drill from the top shelf. He pressed the trigger and the flat wood drill bit spun. The buzzing sound echoed through the forest, reverberating over Carol's cries. The everyday home improvement sound caused Carol to hyperventilate.
In a cracking voice, Carol said, “Please, don't do this. I'm begging you. Don't do this to me. I'm telling you, I'll do anything. I just don't... I don't want to die!”
The killer remained quiet, disregarding the counselor's pleas. He slowly approached the workbench, purposely building up the tension. He pushed Carol's legs aside. The woman didn't have the opportunity to beg again. Her lungs were vacuumed as the masked person shoved the drill into her vagina. The brutal killer stared into her eyes, savoring the fear in her soul, then he pulled the trigger.
