Karl watched the vodka bottle fall,
spiraling downward to its end. He could barely hear the crash as the glass
bottle shattered. He grinned at that thought. In his drunken state, somehow a
barely audible noise from a vodka bottle hitting the bottom of a canyon seemed
funny. He knew he was drunk. His sight following the bottle down had made him
dizzy. His stomach was rolling around in his gut while he stared transfixed at
the bottom. He couldn’t really see the broken glass, the bottom was too far
away. He just knew where the spot was that the bottle had crashed to, and he
stood staring transfixed at that spot. Some part of his brain was very well
aware of the danger. He was not a straight standing man right now. He thought
he might be swaying a bit. A part of his mind was practically shouting at him
now. He was woozy and standing on the edge of a high cliff. But he didn’t care
and all he did was to clutch at his stomach and wish the nausea down. He had
deliberately come to this isolated area in the national forest. He had
deliberately hiked six long miles with a day pack full of vodka bottles and up
a rocky path to get to the top of this cliff. He knew exactly where he was. He
knew exactly why he was here. It was all his fault and he could never go back.
So he clutched his stomach as he swayed, tears hazing his vision, as he
whispered to himself “my life is over, over, I’m done”. When his mouth watered
violently, he knew he had lost a battle with his stomach, and he leaned forward
to hurl.
He fell, and then he hung, and then he
clutched violently at tree roots and dirt at the cliffs edge. And then he saw a
dark face framed by long, wild, black hair, a big man looking right at him, and
he stilled in shock. Only then did he realize how panicked he was, how fast his
heart beat in his chest, how desperately he was trying to hold on to the edge,
on to life. The big mans face was young, with a wild and dirty beard and
mustache and only inches from his own. He seemed to be lying on the ground of
the cliff, staring at him with a blank expression. Wonder at how this guys face
had gotten so close to his own was in his mind when he felt himself fly through
the air. He screamed as his body was forced to the ground with a painful
momentum, and was shocked when he realized he was lying on his stomach and still
alive. He stilled for a minute, feeling the ground beneath him, registering
that he was only in the air for a second, that he had been thrown up in the air
and back onto the cliff. Shock still flooded him, it had all happened so fast.
He had fallen over, and then stopped, and he had tried to save himself, clawing
franticly, and then the strange dark man with the hair. Something clicked in
his brain and realization bloomed in his thought, the stranger had caught him,
somehow the strange man had grabbed on to him and saved his life. He pushed
himself upward then, trying to get his knees under him so he could stand up,
when he was knocked back down so forcefully the air whooshed out of him.
He was pinned beneath the big man. His stomach
and chest so forcefully to the ground he could barely breathe. He was trying to
push up with his arms but fury animal like arms held him down. This wild man
was some kind of an animal with hairy animal arms. He suddenly realized the
horrible stench coming from the animal man. It was acrid and strong and smelled
like something dead. Suddenly his pants were pulled down to his ankles, and he
had no idea how it had happened, it had happened so fast. His mind screamed at
him then, something was wrong, really wrong with this. Adrenalin coursed
through him and with a surge of energy he flailed wildly and tried to get his
body off the ground. He fought with everything he had to get the animal man off
of his back. Adrenalin and fear brought tears to his eyes and he knew he was
screaming as he felt himself being pierced from behind. It felt like a
humungous white hot dagger being pushed into his ass, ripping and burning its
way through his flesh. He felt it drag in and out, ripping, tearing him apart.
Somewhere in the back of his mind there was an awareness and he knew he was
screaming, crying, begging the animal to stop. But he had lost all intellect,
and couldn’t form a coherent thought to save his life. All he knew was the
pain, the in and out dragging burning thing that seemed never ending. Time
stood still and went on forever all at the same time as he felt his ass ripped
and shredded. Amazingly, he felt it move faster, and then slow down, and then
it changed and he realized it was ending. Life and air seemed to slowly flow
back into Karl as the animal pulled it’s large member out of him. It felt as if
his soul had retreated from him during the attack only to return to a broken
body that he could barely believe was his. Shock flooded his system. What had
just happened to him? It couldn’t have been what he thought.
He felt the great weight of the animal
off of him and he tried to hurry up off the ground. He got to his arms and
knees, but the pain came back so terrible he fell back to the ground again. He
ended up in a fetal position, willing his body to be still, waiting for the
pain to ebb away. The pain was better than before, but it still hurt like he
was on fire back there. He lay there, trying to be still, praying for it to be
done and for the hurt to go away.
A few minutes later he was trying to
think. He needed to get away. The monster was nearby, just a few feet away in
front of him. It sat back on its haunches watching him. It was covered with fur
but had a mans face, and it stunk horribly of something dead. He couldn’t bring
himself to look directly at it, but kept his gaze directed right beside it’s
feet. He was scared to death to move, to even look at it. He was scared he
would give it a reason to come back towards him. His brain screamed at him that
he had to get up and run away from the monster. Much of the pain had ebbed away
but he was still hurting badly. Karl realized he was still crying and wiped his
eyes with the back of his hands. Then he suddenly became self conscious and
didn’t want to be lying there with his pants down. He reached down and slowly
pulled his pants back up, keeping his eyes on the monsters feet, terrified that
it would come after him again. His hands shook too much to get his pants
snapped so he just gave up on it, satisfied instead that he had managed to
successfully get the zipper zipped up at least. Nothing like this had ever
happened to him before. He didn’t know what to do. He just knew he had to get
away.
Up on his hands and knees, he started to
slowly crawl away, always keeping his eyes on the monsters feet. He made it a
few feet toward the tree line before the monster suddenly stood up. Karl
stopped immediately, holding his breath, watching. The monster took a step
forward. Karl jumped up, running towards the trees as adrenalin surged in him,
giving him what he needed to escape. But in an instant, he was thrown to the
ground again. Heaving, and flailing, and fighting for everything he was worth.
Punch after punch crashed into his sides painfully. His head was lifted and
thrown into the ground forcefully. There was a roaring in his ears before his
vision faded and darkness took him.
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