CHAPTER Twenty-Five: Monster's Apathy
AN: What you've been waiting for.. I guess... dunno. I see nearly a hundred hits per chapter, so I guess there's some who are still watching and reading...
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May awoke with a groan, head throbbing fit to burst, blood pounding in her ears. Groggily she opened her eyes, her own blurry lap slow to come into focus. Head feeling too heavy to lift, she struggled to get up, only to realize her arms and legs had been immobilized. The constraints snapped her out of her fog.
"What the...?" May gasped, then winced as her head protested the motion.
"Bout time. I was starting to get worried I knocked you out permanently," a male voice said, drawing May's attention to her plastic covered sofa.
Now that the disorientation had cleared, she took in her surroundings more closely. She was tied to the one of her dining room chairs, legs to wooden legs and arms secured behind her back. Rope was crossed along her chest, looping up and over to secure her to the back of the chair, keeping her from leaning forward. She was seated on the far side of the room, granting a full view of her apartment.
The bags she had been carrying were strewn about, along with the toys she had bought. To her horror, the fake, motorized pussy was out of its packaging on the floor.
Slowly her eyes trained on the human sitting on her couch. With a lurch, she realized who he was.
The man from the alley.
The one who held a knife to her throat and was going to kill her before Leo stopped him. She recognized him from when he lay unconscious, awaiting transport to jail.
He smiled in a sickly, venomous way, delighting in her reactions as she surveyed her predicament. He had made sure she was bound tightly with no means of escape. He wanted to witness the fear in her eyes when she realized she was helpless, with no chance of rescue. Her fear was a huge turn on.
Slowly he rose, stalking toward her as predator to prey. May struggled to loosen the binds on her wrists and ankles, but they refused budge. If anything, they grew tighter.
"What do you want?" May asked shakily. She hated how weak she sounded. She wanted to be tough and hard-assed, like Raph. But her efforts fell far short.
"I wanted some alone time with you," he admitted, reaching out to curl her dark auburn tresses between his fingers. He stared at the vibrant red, breathing a deep sigh and meeting her eyes. "That night, in the alley. I needed a little something to help ease the tension and you were walking by at the right time. My two cohorts wanted to rob you and maybe rough you up a little, but I could tell you were a fiery one, and the fiery ones are always better in the sack."
"Ew," May sneered. "Not interested!"
"Well, I wasn't needing your interest," he said nonchalantly. "You see, you were only some random girl I was going to bless with my prowess." He adjusted himself meaningfully. "But that was before I realized you had betrayed your species." He leaned over May, clutching her face in his big meaty hand and squeezing her jaw, causing her to cry out. "I bet you were nice and tight. A good little fuck." His dark gaze raked her tethered form, his hungry eyes hovering inches above her. "At least until you fucked an animal. Now, you're probably really loose and stink like a bayou. Good thing I figured that out before I dipped my cock in you."
May tried to speak but her words were strangled by his hold. Her eyes watered from the pain and horror that hovered above her.
"Guess I'm going to have to start watching where I find my lays, huh?" he asked, finally releasing her. "Such a shame though. You're a screamer, I can tell."
May wanted to scream, but given the apartment across from her and the one below were unoccupied, there was a slim chance she'd be heard. The clock on the wall showed it half past five, so she couldn't rely on the turtles to show up any time soon. It didn't get dark until eight. It was up to her to stall until Leo and his brothers arrived.
But could she stall for three hours?
The man gestured toward the pile of toys strewn about. "I would've loved to play with you, but the fact you got these for that swamp dweller totally puts the kybosh on my libido."
May hoped to keep him talking, distracting him enough to not pay attention to the waxing sunlight.
"How do you know about him?" May asked curiously. Her jaw ached to speak, but it was strange this man knew about her and Leo. They had always been discreet, and the turtles had been monitoring the couple of blocks around her apartment. Surely they would have seen him leering at her from one of the buildings.
"Amazing what a cheap telescope can do," he said, plopping down on the couch again and picking up the fake torso. Idly he stroked the pink cheeks as a criminal mastermind stroking their pet. "Got out a few days after you had me locked up, and I didn't appreciate that, not one bit." He slapped the fake ass, hard. Had it been a living woman, she'd have turned a blistered red. "By chance, I saw you getting out of a cab and followed you home. Set up a few blocks away in an empty building, watching for the time to make my move. Would have happened sooner had I not noticed your ...friends."
He bit the word out with great disgust.
"You better not hurt me or they'll come after you," May threatened, feeling braver by the second. If this pitiful excuse of a man laid an unwanted hand on her, she knew the turtles would rip him to pieces. She only hoped she'd be allowed to watch. "They are very protective."
"Oh, and why is that?" he asked, though his attention was fixed on the fake pussy. Using his thumb and forefinger on his left hand, he spread the outer lips, his right hand thrusting viciously between the fake folds.
May made a face. The man had no form of class or sense of romanticism. Her lip curled as she watched him fist the doll with fast, uneven strokes.
"Because Leo loves me," May said, a balloon of hope and happiness welling in her chest, threatening to burst. "He'll do whatever it takes to protect me. Him and his brothers."
"Really?" he asked, removing his hand with a little pop and sighing at the lifeless torso. "Nice feel, but I prefer the real thing."
May tensed, trying to cross her legs but they were anchored to the chair. The only solace she took was if he planned on raping her, he needed to untie her. If he did, she had every intention of kicking the shit out of him.
"It would be better for you if you just left now. I won't tell them a thing. I'm moving on Saturday and you'll never have to see me again," May said, glancing to the window and the fading sun. She wished it was nighttime already. The minutes were dragging into an eternity. "Just please, let me go."
He relaxed on the couch, the plastic crackling as he moved. The torso balanced on one thigh, rocking slightly as he extended his legs to prop up on the coffee table.
"Let you go? Why would I do a thing like that?" he asked, amused. "You got me arrested. I didn't get the pussy I needed. I had a black eye for a week thanks to your boyfriend. Then I find my intended pussy is making out with a freak?"
"He's not a freak," May growled, getting angry. "He is a genetically altered human hybrid." Not entirely a lie. Leo had humanoid characteristics not common in full blooded reptiles. And he was created in a lab. Sort of.
"Oh please, like we have the science to do such a thing," he scoffed. "This isn't a sci-fi movie, honey."
May thought quickly. "Remember that big thing in the sky several months ago? That thing from another world? Well, Leo," she hoped to humanize Leo to her captor so he'd see him a person and not a freak, "he had been part of a genetic experiment, started decades ago by scientists who had found genetic information from an alien source."
"There's laws and shit that prevent human research like that," the man scoffed, his right hand stroking the cyberflesh with cruel tenderness.
"You think when it comes down to the arms race of having a super soldier or possible cure for disease, scientists are going to let a little thing like ethics stand in their way?" May asked, hoping to play to the man's sympathy for those abused by a heartless system. "Add to the fact they were given genetic material of extraterrestrial origins, and the scientists were practically wetting their pants to collect new data from their test subjects."
"So this...thing your fucking... used to be human?" He asked, fingering the lifeless flesh on his lap.
"At one time, yes," May said, adding vehemently, "a soldier. One who was genetically compatible with the samples created."
"There's four," he sneered. "You claimed they were brothers."
"They are," May said, brain working overtime. "They were brothers in arms, fighting for their country, and then they were injected with the same genetic materials, which makes them at least half brothers, by blood."
"Huh," he scoffed.
May noticed his attentions on the sex toy and added, "If you let me go, you can take that with you. I only bought it to hint to him about having another woman in our bedroom."
Total lie, but May was working out of desperation. Besides, her captor was strangely enamored with the half doll. She had to find a way to appeal to his senses. To get him to see Leo as a human who had been mutilated by scientists, a soldier disowned by his country and left to hide in shadows.
"Nuther woman, huh?" he asked. "You think there's another woman desperate enough to fuck him? Or were you planning on getting some whore drunk and luring her into your freak's bed?"
"If another woman was interested," May said, hoping to drive home the point of consensual sex. "I wouldn't lower myself into forcing someone into such a thing."
"I bet," he said, laughing, then sobered, his icy cold stare locked on May. "You hinting at something, girlie? You think I can't get a woman whenever and however I want? You think I need to force myself?"
May's heart stopped, lodging halfway up her windpipe. She hadn't meant it that way, but that's how it came out.
In a flash he was off the sofa, the torso falling with a dull thump onto the floor. He crossed the room and grabbed May by the throat, cutting off her air supply.
"You think I'm low for wanting a piece of you?" he growled, spit flying on her face. "You think I'm scum because I wanted to enjoy your tight pussy and ass? That makes me low?"
May's eyes bugged out, water flowing along her scarlet stained cheeks. Brilliant white comets appeared in her vision as her synapses began to misfire, starved for oxygen. He released his hold as the last possible second, allowing her to take in great gulps of air.
"I should make you pay for that," he yelled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her head back. "Your cunt is loose, but I bet that mouth still knows how to work. How'd you like to choke on a real cock? To have a real man filling your throat? Better yet, has your freak fucked your ass? Would you like that? We can use some of these toys you so graciously bought to use with your grotesque man-thing."
"Don't... don't hurt... me," May gasped, crying up into the face hovering over her own. "Please, don't... don't hurt me."
He sneered, pulling her hair and grabbing his zipper, every intent upon ramming his cock down her throat, but suddenly he paused, staring into her green eyes as if only realizing something.
"Fuck...you're...pregnant, aren't you?" he breathed, studying her face closely.
May took the lifeline offered, after all, don't most men want to protect a pregnant woman? "Yes. Found out...few days ago."
"Fuck!" he spat. He glanced to her belly, his lip curling. "Guess your freak had you good, didn't he?"
"After I found out, I went looking for a bigger apartment," May said, building on the lie to appeal to his humanity... if he had any. "Need a nursery and this place is too small."
"Sad," he muttered, stroking her still flushed cheek with his knuckles. It was tender, compassionate, and downright terrifying. "Too bad though. Kid probably would have looked like its father. I'm doing you a favor really."
May's brow creased. "What do you mean by that?"
"You see, I have a special skill set," he said seductively, a finger dropping to May's cleavage. "My job is extremely stressful, and when I need to blow off some steam, only one thing helps me to unwind and prepare for the next job."
May swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool. He sounded as if he had watched too many movies and was more than a little unstable. Hoping to keep him amicable and not hurt her, she asked, "And what kind of job is that? Special Ops? CIA? FBI?"
He laughed, a vicious, heart felt, malicious sound that echoed from the depths of hell.
"You think I'd work for those douchebags?" he asked, slipping his hand into her shirt and bra. He found her nipple and gave it a series of hard pinches, simulating a nursing babe.
May squirmed, trying to get free of his grip, but he grabbed her full breast, squeezing harder than necessary. She cried out, then bared her teeth, lunging for his forearm.
"Ah, ah, ah," he chastised, releasing her breast and giving her nipple one last violent pinch that caused her to lift off the seat. "There will be none of that."
May tried to lean forward to protect herself but the binding looped around her chest prevented it. Eyes watering, she struggled to put on a brave face and glare at her attacker.
"Fine, you've made your point. I'm sick for dating a freak and even worse to be carrying his child," she said, lying fluently despite being terrified. "But I'll be gone by Saturday. You'll never see us again. You have my word."
"Oh, of that I am sure," he said, leaning over to roughly kiss May. She tried to bite him, but he was too quick. He withdrew, licking his lips. "Still taste sweet, despite the swamp you've fucked."
"Please," May stared up into his eyes, putting all her emotion into her expression, hoping to appeal to him. "Please, let me go. You can leave and I'll move on Saturday and you'll never see me, or Leo again."
"Not that simple," he said, tilting his head to the side to regard May as a curious puppy. "You and your freak are going to pay. For having me arrested. For denying me much needed pussy. For him being a freak and for you to have lowered yourself into fucking something so disgusting. I can't ignore that level of disrespect. To let you get away with it. To move on. To not be punished."
He sauntered back to the couch and picked up the remote, smiling at May as he pushed play. The scenes of a buxom blonde being undressed by two men appeared on the screen. "Since you provided the entertainment, it shouldn't go to waste while I work. Oh, and one more thing."
He picked up the black butt plug and waved it as he approached. "I can't stand screaming unless it's in passion, so... to keep you quiet. Sorry if it tastes funny, but I used it while you were knocked out."
"No! Don't! I'll be quiet!" May gasped, but he shoved the plug into her mouth. An acrid taste of soured salt assailed her senses, causing her eyes to water and bile rise in her throat. She fought the urge to vomit, because if she allowed it to rise, the only exit was out her nose, cutting off her air supply. Dying in a lungful of vomit was not how she wanted to go!
Kneeling on one leg, he picked up the roll of packaging tape he had laid there while she was unconscious and wound it around her head, sticking her auburn tresses in the adhesive strips. Once he was sure she was mute, he smiled suggestively and held up a finger.
"Now, don't go anywhere and no screaming. I'll be right back. Need to get my stuff from the other apartment."
May glared at him, summoning up all the hatred she could muster but he was already gone. She wanted to kick herself for not thinking about the abandoned apartment across from hers. That should had been a priority. Probably forgot about it due to it being unoccupied for so long. Simple mishap.
The man returned carrying two standard, ordinary black duffle bags. He sat one down a few feet from May, the other he took to the window Leo always frequented. He examined the pane closely, going over the entire casement with a surgeon's precision. The blonde on the screen moaned around a cock in her mouth while her hand worked his partner.
May wasn't watching the movie. She was more intent upon the man and his bag of tricks. She didn't have to wonder long. He opened the duffle and extracted long grey rectangles wrapped in wax paper. May's eyes widened in horror.
Explosives!
She tried to break her bonds again but the rope was too strong. Oh how she wished she could send an alert to Leo and his brothers. But she was immobilized and mute, only able to watch this vile, loathsome, horrible man as he set to work rigging the squares around the window casement. He whistled while he worked, occasionally stealing a glance to the screen to see the blonde spread eagle, one man lapping at her core while the other suckled and pinched her obviously fake breasts. She moaned and writhed, encouraging them to continue.
May's gaze dropped from the window to the duffle that was a mere three feet away. Did it contain the same? Full of explosives?
The man extracted wires and a small black box, attaching it to the clumps spaced on the wall around the window. He smiled over his shoulder, his fingers busy at work they no doubt had performed countless times before.
"Concoction of my own making," he explained. "Who said high school science class is useless, eh? Amazing what you can do with a few chemicals you find around the house, and a few you can find on the black market."
May shivered, staring at this totally cold, calculating, heartless monster who was explaining the compounds he employed for maximum effect and the career he made out of perfecting said compound.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. That such evil could be out there, cloaked as any other pedestrian or mindless civilian. How easy it was for this... monster, to blend into society and move freely among unsuspecting victims. She shivered, something deep inside going cold.
How many monsters had she passed on the street? Those exactly like this stranger? Would she have shared a cab with him? Bumped into him in the bodega? Stood in line behind him to get coffee?
How could such evil be overlooked? Ignored? How could society allow such a person to not only exist, but to actually thrive?
"So, not only do you get a good dispersion field, but you get the added benefits of incendiary devices," he prattled on, continuing his work as if May was the most important audience he ever entertained. "I call it the 'Boom N Burn'. Cheesy, I know, but hey, I'm a simple guy. I don't need any complications in my life."
Window done, he stood back and admired his work. The wall was evenly spaced with explosives, most of which were concentrated around the window and subsequent fire escape.
He extracted a few grey bricks and a coil of wire and placed them in a line going right, toward the kitchen. He returned and repeated the process to the left, stopping at the door of the short hall and peering into her bedroom. He sneered at her bed.
"Too bad I can't blow you two up in the middle of fucking." He turned away from her, disgusted, to stare at the screen and the two men who were positioning themselves at the blondes two entrances. One entered her brusquely from below, while the other spit on her hole and guided the purplish tip of his cock past the tight ring. She cried out in scripted passion and encouraged both to pound her tight holes.
May twisted her wrists, trying to loosen the bonds, but they dug deeper into her skin, blood starting to slick her fingers. Ignoring the pain, she kept trying, desperate to get away from the man standing in front of her, cupping the huge bulge in his pants as he watched raptly while the woman on tv screamed in pleasure.
Remembering he had limited time, he returned to the task at hand. The first duffle was flat, empty of its contents. He placed it on the sofa and with some difficulty, walked to May, his pants uncomfortably tight as his cock was dangerously hard and constrained.
"If only you weren't so loose," he sighed, staring hungrily at her breasts, then lower to her lap. "I bet before you let that animal mount you, you were capable of giving a man a good fuck."
May glared, hoping her eyes were conveying everything she wanted to say.
"Oh well," he said, kneeling down to open the second duffle. More grey bricks were packed within its confines. "Good thing about my Boom N Burn's, once you set one off, the rest will surely follow. No chance of duds or missing my target. Everything get blown up and burned, nice and even, like a grill."
May whimpered when he sat a dozen or so bricks around the base of her chair. Vision blurring with tears, she tried to plead with him, to spare her, to reconsider, but his cold, lifeless stare was determined, unwavering, unemotional.
"Just a little longer," he breathed, busying himself with extending the bricks along the wall behind her to ensure maximum blast radius. When he finished, he checked his work over, making sure the connections were intact and ready to go.
The clock on the wall read 6:34.
Dusk was falling, the first tendrils of shadow crawling along the inner city and crept through alleys, preparing to cover the world in a veil.
"Our time is near its end," he said, walking to May and caressing the side of her cheek with his knuckles. Her wide, expectant, pleading eyes did not phase him in the least. He stared to the screen where the blonde was yelling for the men to pound her harder and punish her clit.
He turned to May and fondled the bulge under his zipper. "I might not get to fuck you, but I'm still going to mark you."
He slid down the zipper and pulled out his aching cock. It swelled to full capacity at being freed, thick and rigid with an angry vein pulsing along the left side. Little sprouts of wiry, course black hair surrounded the base and an inch up the shaft.
May swore it was the ugliest dick in existence. And it was pointed right at her.
Hands stroking furiously, he watched the tv, trying to time his ejaculation with the men on the screen. When they neared, the blonde dropped to her knees, her mouth wide open. And when the first man squirted in her mouth, May's captor painted her face, squeezing the bulbous tip and using it to smear the white fluid. She curled her nose, trying desperately not to vomit.
He sighed, giving her cheek one last swipe before tucking himself away. He leaned down, his expression more of an adoring lover than a psychopathic killer.
"I wish I had more time with you, but I'm afraid, our time is coming to an end."
May shook her head, trying to express her desire to speak, to convince him to let her go and forget about her, but he was not to be swayed. He picked up the last four blocks and placed them on her lap, securing them into position with the packing tape.
"Unfortunately, this will be quick," he said, placing a hand on her lower abdomen where he believed a child was growing. "At least the kid won't have to live with being a freak. I can do the world a favor by making sure it doesn't suffer the horrors of being a freak."
May cried, huge, sobbing tears that fell on her lap and soaked her clothes. There was no way for her to escape on her own or call out for help. And given that the curtains were wide open, granting Leo a full view of her when he visited, there was no doubt he'd rush to her aid, not realizing the full significance of the danger. She wished she was dead already. At least then, Leo wouldn't be in danger. Or his brothers.
She refused to be used as bait! She'd find a way to get out this, or die in the attempt before Leo and his brothers arrived. By her estimation, they'd arrive in about an hour. If she couldn't break free by then, she'd somehow find a way to detonate the bomb. She'd willingly sacrifice herself to keep them safe.
"One last thing," he said, reaching in the last duffle and extracting a small syringe. "In case you're thinking about escape and have managed to loosen those bonds," he glanced behind her to the few blood drops on the floor from where she had been twisting her wrists in the rope, "this helps take the edge off."
Deftly he plunged the needle into her neck and depressed the end, emptying the contents into her bloodstream.
May screamed around the plug in her mouth but it was no use. Nothing would stop the sinister injection.
Ice poured into her veins, cooling her internal organs and providing an icy balm to her soul that had raged and burned with a righteous fire to escape this madman. As the drug wound its tentacles along her nerves, through her spine, up into her brain, everything melted away. The fire. The desire. The fear. The anxiousness. All replaced with a soothing tranquility usually found in comatose patients.
The world flipped upside down in slow motion. Colors became bright, more vibrant. Sound became a tangible thing, dancing along the room, filling every space, inhabiting every atom, making everything speed up to the point of slow motion oblivion.
"Relax and enjoy the last few moments of your life," he said, nuzzling her hair, inhaling her scent one last time.
May's head lulled, a leaden balloon that felt light and airy as concrete. Vaguely she could make out the strange man walking to her sofa and picking up the half torso and stuffing it in one of the black duffles. He rolled the other duffle up and tucked it into the bag next to his new toy.
He held up the bag, smiling broadly, jovially, as if he were merely commenting on the weather. "Thanks for the toy. I'll think of you every time I shove my cock into it."
He offered one last look, disappointment and satisfaction rolled into one twisted sneer, and closed the door, leaving May to her fate.
Listlessly she stared out of the window, watching the sun fall to the horizon and the shadows climb the walls. She felt so tired, so heavy, so light and floating on a cloud of color and sound that filled the room.
Helpless, mindless, hopeless, staring despondently as the sun faded for the last time, she waited for the inky blackness of night as it crept toward her, ready to pull her into its unforgiving maw.