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She could hear screaming behind her. It was Echo. Go figure; that cunt wouldn't have been close enough to the explosion. She reached another clearing, but there were no cabins here. Doubling back to her right she headed through more woods for several more minutes when an idea struck her. Carla began moving quickly, making a large circle to more familiar grounds. Echo and Deacon remained behind her. They were yelling something, but all Carla could make out was Echo screaming, "Get that bitch!"
Soon she saw the larger cabin through the trees. The "studio" she'd just escaped from. Chester was outside rinsing something off with the hose. She was sure Ollie was inside. She wondered if he was still injured from her attack on him earlier. He squealed like a little bitch earlier when she clawed him. It had only been maybe an hour since she'd escaped from there, but so much had happened already. She felt like there was only one way to be free of these assholes for good.
She waited until Chester went back inside and she ran to the end of the cabin, ducking behind the steps. As she did so, she knocked over a cement block that was stacked against the side. Chester came running back out at the sound. It probably wasn't actually that loud, but to her it sounded like an explosion as the block hit the wooden steps.
"Echo? Is that you?" Chester came down the steps but never saw Carla as she swung the ax, removing his head in one clean swipe. The ax caught in the wall as his body stood for several seconds as blood sprayed from the stump before it finally crumbled to the ground. She put her foot on the wall to pull the ax out when Ollie came stumbling outside. He didn't even get a word out as she brought the ax around, planting it into the top of his skull. His eyes went wide, and mouth gaped open as blood ran down his face.
She removed the ax and let his body fall on top of Chester's. She took the axe and lopped off Ollie's head as well. Taking the two heads, she walked out in front of the cabin and grabbed a couple of large sticks and stuck them into the ground. She placed one of the heads on each stick and went back into the cabin. Let Echo take that shit, while Carla prepared for her.
Carla went into the cabin and began moving things around including setting up the camera. It wasn't long before she heard Echo screaming at Deacon. Carla undressed and strapped on Echo's dildo blow torch and tested it out as she heard Echo screaming from just outside the door. She went to the corner and picked up a baseball bat that had been lying there. Carla noticed it earlier when she was chained up.
Echo continued to scream as she made her way to the cabin. She must have found her brothers' heads. Good. Carla walked up to the door with the bat, reared back into a baseball batting stance and waited. As they got closer, she couldn't wait to inflict as much pain on Echo and Deacon as humanly possible. Her grip on the bat tightened as the door slowly swung open.
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"Let me go you fucking cunt! I'm going to cut your tits off and shove them up your snatch!" Echo screamed. She hadn't seen the baseball bat until it was hitting her in the stomach, doubling her over. Before Deacon knew what was happening, Carla had cracked him against the side of the head, knocking him out cold.
Carla hog tied Echo and shackled Deacon to the wall before cutting the clothing off both of them.
"Oh, what's wrong?" Echo continued. "You all butthurt because I killed your friends? Because I was gonna kill you? Let me fill you in on something, bitch. This is what I do for a living. It's my fucking business. The shit isn't personal. Ok? I don't know anything about you nor do I give a fuck. You could have just escaped. Killing me isn't going to fucking save you. You think Spurlock or Samson will let you go?"
Carla ignored her while walking around looking Echo up and down. She noticed a large tattoo on the girl's back of angel wings. It had to be some sort of irony as this bitch was about the furthest thing from an angel you could get.
"You know," Carla said. "I don't think you're worthy of this tattoo."
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?" Echo asked.
"These wings. You don't deserve them."
Carla straddled her back, still wearing the strap on dildo and activated it. She leaned forward as the flame seared into Echo's flesh. Echo screamed as the torch burned away the tattoo. It had covered most of her back. By the time she was done, there was nothing but a black and charred mass where the tattoo had once been. Echo continued screaming as Carla turned off the torch. She laughed as Echo carried on. For such a tough bitch, she sure cried a lot.
"What's wrong cunt? Not so tough now are you?"
"Fuck you!" Echo screamed.
"You know, I don't like your hair either."
Clara knelt down by her head and activated the torch again, moving her hips around until Echo's hair was totally engulfed in flames. She thrashed and flopped around, but nothing put the fire out as the fire singed every inch of hair from her head. Carla threw a towel over Echo's head as her screams now turned to sobs. Once she removed the blanket, all of Echo's hair was gone, and the top of her head was a burned and crispy dome of burned skin and exposed bone.
Carla laughed even harder as Echo sat there crying. Deacon had awakened in the corner and began screaming as well. She may have to kill them quicker than she had planned since she wasn't sure how much longer she could take their screaming.
She knelt in with the torch and burned off each of Echo's ears and then her nose. Echo screamed and thrashed while yelling some more threats, but at this point Carla couldn't even make out what she was saying. She figured the girl had lost her mind by now. That didn't mean she was done with her. She rolled Echo over and used the dildo torch to burn her tits clean off, leaving nothing but two blackened craters in her chest. By the time she was done, Echo looked like a half burned skeleton. She lay there, still awake but just making some weird gasping sound.
She removed the dildo torch harness and tank before picking up a large knife from one of the benches and walking over to Deacon. Deacon looked up at her, horrified.
"What the fuck? What did you do to her?"
"What's wrong, Deacon? Mad I fucked her all up before you could bang her? She's still alive; you could still fuck her though I suspect she won't be as much fun."
"Jesus Christ. Just leave me alone ok? I didn't hurt you."
"Are you fucking kidding me? I saw what you did to that other girl earlier. You fucking butchered her. And you think you get to walk away from that?"
"So? Not like you knew her. She was just some skank they found."
"Some skank? You were begging to do me next."
"Not like that! I just wanted to have sex with you is all. I know you wanted me the way you'd been checking me out since you got here."
She hit him in the side of the face with the knife handle before straddling him.
"Fuck! What are you doing?"
"You love your pretty face so much; I'm going to save it for you." She began slicing into his face, cutting and ripping the flesh away from the muscle as he screamed. She continued ripping and cutting until his face was free. She held it up for him to see. His screams turned into an animal-like shriek when he saw what she'd done.
She tossed his face aside and continued cutting away at the skin on his shoulders, chest, and stomach. Inch by inch she skinned him alive. All he could do was offer meager resistance, flopping around. When she had finished with him, there was a pile of skin next to him as he lay there bloody and shivering.
"Help me," he whimpered. "I'm cold. It's so cold!"
"Awww, you poor baby," she said as she walked around the cabin until she found a jug of paint thinner. She walked to him and unscrewed the lid and poured it all over his exposed body. It made a sizzling sound as it hit the muscle tissue as Deacon screamed worse than before. She ran it up and down the length of his body until he stopped moving entirely. Looking him up and down, she couldn't tell if he had passed out or dead. Not that it mattered. He'd die soon anyway. She walked back over to Echo, who was lying there sobbing.
She dragged Echo to the doorway and cut the bindings from her hands and ankles and pulled her to her feet. Echo looked at her wide-eyed and terrified. Carla lifted her foot and shoved her in the ass with it, pushing Echo off the steps until she fell flat on her face in the grass. Echo hurried to her feet and limped away into the woods.
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Carla dressed as Deacon moaned and twitched in the corner. Once her clothes were on, she headed out of the cabin. The sun was starting to rise finally casting a bit of light on the wilderness. She made her way through the woods following one of the trails, still carrying the ax in case anyone else gave her any shit. Just ahead she heard someone coming. She ducked off the trail and into the trees.
It was Samson. The large man had taped up his wounded thigh and was stumbling through the woods dragging his chainsaw behind him. He stopped as there was the sound of someone else. Carla looked, and there was Echo running through. Samson turned as Echo ran into him, knocking her flat on her back. In the daylight, she looked even more fucked up than earlier. Carla was even prouder at how badly she burned that crazy bitch.
Samson looked down at Echo for a second as she sat up and began scooting away. Her hair and eyebrows were singed off, and there was just a burned lump of flesh where her nose used to be. She tried getting to her feet when Samson grabbed her arm. Carla thought he was about to fire up the saw when instead he slung it over his shoulder. He picked up Echo in his arms and carried her off.
Carla shook her head and had to stifle a laugh. This couldn't have ended better for Echo. Instead of being dead, that freak Samson was going to take her as his wife. She looked like him now, so they'd be perfect for each other. Maybe she'll even squirt out a few babies that look like the both of them. Carla allowed herself a giggle before she went back down the trail. She found Spurlock's police car sitting outside the fake sheriff’s office. Spurlock was nowhere in sight. Good.
She climbed into the car to find the keys in the ignition. She started it up and put it in drive. It was a short drive down the trail until she was back on the road. She made a left heading back to the freeway. Once on the road, she stomped on the gas taking the old car as fast as it could carry her away from her nightmare. Soon the she was past the woods and driving by open fields and hills. Looking in the rearview mirror, she watched as Psychoville slowly disappeared behind her.
* * * * *
Spurlock awoke, looking up at the trees. His vision and mind were foggy, trying to remember what had happened. They were chasing the girl who had run into Lindeman's camp among his followers. Echo and Deacon had chased after her as well. Except they ran around the outside of the compound trying to sneak up on her when the crazy bitch blew up the propane tank along with everything else.
The blast and ensuing fires killed Linderman and most of his followers. Looking around, Spurlock saw some of them wandering around, looking lost. He tried to stand but couldn't move his legs. He positioned himself near a cabin not too far from their sacrifice pit. He didn't realize what she'd been up to until it was too late. That was the last thing he remembered. Looking up at the sky, he pushed himself up on his elbows to see how bad his injuries were. The instant he saw both his legs were gone, he lay back down, looked up at the sky and screamed.
The End
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Curse of the Gut Ripper
Tim Miller
Chapter 1
Buddy loaded up the SUV as his girlfriend Katie Rock stood around chatting with their friends John Lepper, his girlfriend Dawn Dewey, Peter Ledsen and Lisa Costello. The six of them had been planning this trip for months; well, the other five had. Going hiking through Texas hill country in July wasn't Buddy's idea of a fun time, but he could never tell Katie no.
"You almost ready?" Katie asked.
"I'd have been done awhile ago if I had some help. You guys just want to stand around jerking each other off."
"Whatever!" They piled into the Expedition as Buddy climbed into the driver's seat. It was going to be a long drive, but he had no doubt it would be fun. John, Dawn, Peter and Lisa were friends of theirs from college. They hadn't seen any of them in almost ten years, so the weekend getaway was a great idea. Buddy thought spending a weekend on Sixth Street in Austin would be more fun than hiking. But Katie the 'health-nut' insisted on hiking.
John and Dawn were into things like hiking, rock climbing, and even skydiving. Peter and Lisa were known to go SCUBA diving in various parts of the world. Buddy was kind of the oddball among the bunch. He'd rather watch a football game than climb rocks or jump out of a perfectly good aircraft.
"So, Buddy," John asked. "You know much about this place we are going?"
"Only that it's hot, and there's lots of rocks."
"You mean Conner's Grove?" Katie asked.
"Yeah, Conner's Grove. You never heard about the people killed there?"
"Oh brother," Buddy said. "People killed how? Snakes? Heat exhaustion?"
"No. The Gut Ripper!"
"What?" The girls said in unison.
"Shut the fuck up," Buddy said.
"I'm fuckin' serious! I googled it. It's this old legend there. Supposedly years ago, like fifty or sixty, some guys were hunting out there. They got lost or something, and one of them flipped out. He killed everyone in his party and cut them wide open, ripping all their guts out. When authorities found them, their intestines and entrails were scattered all over the place."
"That is so gross," Dawn said.
"That's not all," John continued. "So years later, another group of campers was found dead, all their guts ripped out. Happens every few years."
"Bullshit," Buddy said. "Then why is it never on the news?"
"Are you fuckin' serious? You can't believe the lamestream media dude. That's nothing but spoonfed, corporate bullshit. You have to look beyond that to find the real truth."
"Like what? Where did you hear all this?"
"This cool website called Texasurbanlegends.com. Some crazy shit on there dude. They did a story about some secret club for rich people who tortures people for fun a few years ago. Crazy shit."
"Yeah, that sounds like a real legit site," Buddy said. "Did you check any of that with Snopes?"
"Snopes?" John laughed. "Dude fuck Snopes. They are corporate shills owned by the Bush family. You know what that means?"
"Um, I give up."
"Illuminati." John waved his finger as he said it to dramatize the point.
"Oh my God you are so full of shit," Buddy said. "Did you bring a tinfoil hat?"
"Fuck you man. Call me crazy if you want. Look this shit up for yourself. Stop being such a sheeple."
"So when was the last time that this Gut Licker guy killed someone?" Katie asked.
"Gut Ripper," John corrected. "Two or three years ago. Was a couple on their honeymoon decided to go camping. He trashed their campsite, and they were found with their stomachs all ripped out. The girl was hanging upside down from a tree with her entrails wrapped around her corpse. Was a really sickening site."
"You saw it?"
"Just pictures online. Go to Liveleak.com and you can find all kinds of sick shit," John explained.
"So if there is some wild killer on the loose there, why are we going?"
"Why not? You scared?"
"I'm not scared. I'm not the one talking about Jason Voorhees stomping through the woods hacking people up."
"Jason's got nothing on this guy dude. This guy is a monster. And he's for real."
"This is creeping me out," Lisa said after being quite this whole time. "Maybe we should just go to Austin."
"Yeah, Austin would be cool," Dawn said.
"See?" Buddy said, smiling. "Not too late."
"No. We are not going to Austin over some crazy urban legend. Let's just get to Connor's Grove and have fun. There isn't any weird killer going to hurt us." Katie scolded. "We've planned this for months. Besides, John is just trying to scare you all. We're all a little old to be scared of campfire stories."
"You never know…" John said.
"Doesn't matter, we're almost here," Buddy said as they passed a Conner's Grove sign. In just under an hour they arrived. Buddy pulled the SUV to a remote spot and climbed out to stretch his legs. Peter, who had been asleep most of the trip, stepped out and looked around.
"Wow, we're here already?" he said. "That was fast."
"You slept the whole time," Lisa said. "Plus you missed the horror stories."
"What horror story?"
"Nothing," Buddy said. "Just some stuff about Katie's cooking."
Katie punched him in the arm as she climbed out of the truck. Once they were out, they began unloading.
"Should we head out tonight still?" John asked.
"I'm exhausted. I say we set up camp and head out in the morning. It will be dark here soon."
"Sounds good to me," Katie agreed as they dug out the tents and sleeping bags and began setting up. They joked and laughed as they set up the tents while Peter got the grill set up and put chicken and sausages onto the grill. What none of them noticed was the man watching them from behind some large rocks less than one hundred feet away. The man held an ax in his right hand, and both he, and the ax were quite real.
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About the Author
Tim began writing at a very young age. Even in grade school he'd sit around with his notebook, writing stories for himself and his friends.
As an adult, Tim's writings have evolved into darker realms. He released his first horror novel, "The Hand of God" in 2011. Since then his books have become progressively more violent and gory. With the release of "Family Night" in 2013, Tim had moved into the world of extreme horror where he continues to push the boundaries of human suffering.
