This story is by S. C. Rose and was part of our 2021 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.
Where am I?
Jack wakes up confused, his body feels battered and bruised. The room where he lays is dark, a pine scent travels up his nostrils. A second later he drifts out again. The next time he awakes there’s a stunning blonde woman walking up to him.
Who is she?!
Jack’s mind is fuzzy.
She approaches with gentle steps, her eyes fixed upon his.
Is she scared?
Jack tries to speak but his body doesn’t respond. The woman stops next to him, her eyes caressing his and touches his hand gently as a feather.
Jack struggles to stay awake.
Who is she?!
Jack sees something in her hand, and then he is gone.
Claire stands in front of the solid wood door, immobile, she knows the rusty hinges will give her presence away. She hopes the knots on the ropes are strong enough. For a moment she looks at the black-and-white photos covering the walls – her ancestors hunting, fishing, laughing. Most she never met, but she got the passion for these woods from them.
Since dad made his fortune in the dot-com bubble of the late 1990s, her parents are more interested in exotic destinations, but Claire looked forward to summer when she could go with grandpa Buck to the log cabin.
Taking a deep breath, Claire opens the bedroom door slowly.
Jack is laying still, the drugs are still working. Claire tries not to make a sound, but the floorboards creak like a symphony.
Shit, he’s waking up!
Claire thinks, and keeps her eyes on his, looking for any signs of aggression. He struggles to speak.
“Sweetie, rest. I’m going to town for supplies. I will be back in a few hours. Relax now.”
Claire whispers into Jack’s ear as she pushes the needle into his skin. In a few seconds, his body goes limp. She checks the knots around his wrists and ankles before leaving.
Jack wakes up confused and unsettled with a throbbing headache. Sharp waves of pain and pleasure take over his body. Jack tries to move his arms, something digs into his flesh, his hands and feet are tied to the bed. He lifts his head, the blond woman is over him looking at his manhood, he realises he is naked under the covers.
That’s Claire! My wife!
“C-laire! What are you doing?”
His words seem to startle her.
“…Oh sweetie… I couldn’t wait… Are you okay?”
She asks him, as she exposes her silky breasts.
Jack feels himself getting harder just by looking at her. She is beautiful. He feels like an animal – he wants her badly.
Jack commands. Claire ignores him and bends forward to feast greedily on his large member.
Claire parks her custom black Wrangler in front of the log cabin. Before unloading the provisions in the kitchen, she heads to the backyard shed to fit a new heavy-duty lock in the rusty door. The wind sings on the tree-tops surrounding the cabin.
Jack’s muscular body is visible under the wool blanket covering him. As Claire sits in the old rocking-chair next to the bed, she feels a sweet wetness soaking her loins. On a whim, she jumps on top of him in bed. Jack wakes up as she unbuttons her shirt. He looks confused. An angry purple bruise covers half of his face.
“Claire… Untie me!… Fuck…”
Does he remember?
Claire wonders. She starts to suck him before he has time to say anything. His body convulses with pleasure as she moves her head up and down, pressing her lips against the shaft of his hard penis.
Claire dreamt about this day since Jack left her, five years ago. For a moment she thought he might remember the other little bitch, and ruin everything. When Jack reciprocated her avid kisses, she knew he didn’t.
Claire asks as she heads to the kitchen with a broad smile on her face.
His mind is blank. Jack can only think about Claire, holding her, kissing her and pulling her body into his.
“I want you… I want you, Claire… Untie me!”
Claire looks up with a victorious smile, as she considers his request.
Jack notices a deep-purple bruise spreading all over the left side of his ribcage, but the only thing in his mind is Claire. The softness of her mouth mixed with the sharp pangs of pain are driving him insane.
Jack sits up as Claire releases the ropes, spreads his hands around her firm backside, and pulls her to him. His long fingers brush her anus, she squeals with pleasure. Claire holds his hair with both hands and wraps her legs tight around his waist, thrusting her body against his until she feels him throbbing inside her. They scream in ecstasy.
This was mental.
Jack thinks as he looks around the room.
The Miller’s cabin. How did we get here?
Jack wonders. He doesn’t remember the 3 hours drive, or why he feels and looks like he was run over by a truck. But it doesn’t matter. He is here with Claire, the woman of his dreams. He picks up his clothes sprawled on the rocking-chair and heads to the kitchen after her.
Jack says, looking at Claire chopping tomatoes for the BLT sandwiches assembled over the counter. As he hugs her, something in the garbage bin catches his attention.
A pink ribbon… Annie…?
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER?! WHERE IS ANNIE??”
Jack feels the cold steel of the knife against his belly as he turns to face Claire.
Jack is screaming like a mad man. Before she knows, she has buried the kitchen knife in his belly. Warm scarlet blood soaking his white t-shirt.
“WHERE IS ANNIE?!”
Jack screams again, particles of his spit hitting her in the face.
“I just wanted us to be happy…”
Claire whispers, tears pouring down her face as she stabs him again.
Jack feels the second jab against his body, but he is paralysed by the memories flashing in front of his eyes.
She found us… I’m holding Annie… we run… two bright lights drive against us… Annie’s pink ribbon falls on the tarmac…
“I would rather die than stay with you.”
Jack spats, recollecting the horrors Claire put them through.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!”
Jack’s vision is blurry, his head spins. He pushes Claire away with all his body weight, she loses balance and falls back hitting her head on the floor. Jack dashes out the door, blood streaming from his abdomen.
He only thinks about that little bitch. I should have killed her in my belly seven years ago.
Claire thinks as she stumbles up, holding the kitchen counter to steady herself.
“If I cannot have you, no one can!”
Claire screams at Jack who ran out the door, leaving a trail of blood behind. She reaches for her car keys and runs into the night after him. The Wrangler growls angrily in the unkept dirt path as Claire pushes the gas.
“If I cannot have you, no one will!”
The trees get denser, branches hit the car in all directions. Claire pushes forward, she can see Jack’s white t-shirt ahead.
Blinded by two spotlights, Clair hits the brakes with all her might, the Wrangler’s tires skidding in the gravel. She blocks the light with her hand as two figures approach her with guns at ready.
The roar of the Wrangler’s engine is closing up on him. Jack runs as fast as he can, the ancient pine trees and eucalyptus throwing monstrous shades over him, his body is getting weaker with each step. He tries to put pressure on the wounds, but he must keep moving.
Jack stops abruptly, startled by a car speeding in his direction from the main road.
“We have been looking for you… The Millers gave the alarm when Claire escaped from the asylum.”
The two young officers tell him, shocked by the amount of blood soaking his T-shirt.
…Annie…Help Annie…you need to…
That was all Jack could say before his body collapsed on the floor.
The two officers force her out of the car.
Her head hurts.
Claire spits at them.
Jack is sitting in the back of the police car, his body getting weaker, but he has to fight – for Annie.
They drive back to the cabin. Jack stumbles out of the car, one of the officers helps to steady him as they search it room by room.
Jack screams as he remembers the small structure in the backyard and heads for the door.
“Annie! Annie! Are’u there sweetie?!”
Jack hammers the shed’s door with his bare fists.
The shiny lock contrasts with the rust on the door. An officer runs back to the car to get the metal cutters.
Jack embraces his Annie, as the full moon illuminates their weak bodies…
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