Elle kept her eye on the rusty green truck Ralph was driving.
"Ralphie, you have got such a suprise coming tonight." she thought, for the first time happy to use her "spy supplies", as she called them, on another human being. Ralph drove quickly through the quickly darkening Springwood taking turns almost randomly. After a few minutes of this, Elle began rethinking her decision. Just as she was about to turn her car around she saw a dirty little motel off to the right. Ralph pulled into the parking lot and turned off his engine. He stepped out of his ugly truck and swiveled his head to look at her. His face was lit by ghastly neon lights that lent it a slightly more gruesome appearance. He walked inside the motel's lobby and disappeared from sight.
Elle switched off her headlights and killed her engine. She started to work herself up to the task at hand and could feel herself beginning to shake. No one ever said that journalism was an easy business or that it was safe, but Elle knew damn well that she took especially stupid risks far too often. She grabbed her purse and opened her door.
Ralphy walked towards the whores car as it's door was opening. Elle started getting out and Ralph shouted "Boo!", playfully. Elle screamed, and fury contorted her face.
"You sonavbitch! Don't you ever do that to me again" she shouted.
"Cool down, sweetheart. I was only playing with you" he said. She had a smart ass mouth on her. Ralph looked forward to changing that.
"Anyways," he continued, "Here we are, the motel of love. You are gonna have the time of your life, baby. Ole Ralph knows how to show a woman a good time!" he laughed.
"Fine," the bitch said when she had gotten her bearings. She wasn't so tough out here all by her lonesome. No, this was going to be easier than Ralph though.
"We got room 14", he handed her the keys and noticed that she was gripping her purse tightly.
"Ok." she said, and Ralph didn't hear a goddamn trace of an accent. That little bitch liked to lie, too. Liars go to hell. At least that is what Ralph's mama always said to him when he was a little boy.
"LIARS GO TO HELL, RALPHIE. ARE YOU LYING TO YOUR MAMA, RALPHIE?" But that didn't matter now. Ralph's mother had been dead for twenty years, and nothing could bring that old cooze back to haunt him, nothing at all.
"What you got in your purse, sweetheart? Something for Ralph?" he asked her.
"Maybe...just wait and see, big boy." Ralph noticed her accent was back. Good, he liked a show and he was glad to see her back in character.
The bitch-woman started walking towards their hotel room. After she turned her gaze away Ralph pulled the revolver for his tight wasteband.
CLICK.
Elle heard the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking.
Oh, sonavabitch. What have I gotten myself into? she asked herself. Elle stopped in her tracks.
"Now you just keep walking, you little bitch." he said with malice, "And don't you make a goddamn sound, our I will blow your pretty little head off."
"Okay, okay." she said, trying to sound calm and failing,"Whatever you say, Ralphie."
"Don't call me Ralphie, you little bitch. No ones called me Ralphie in twenty years. Just keep your ass moving." he whispered in her ear,"And keep your goddamn mouth shut, go on."
Elle did as she was told and walked towards Room 14. As they walked through the door Ralph said, "You lied to me, bitch. I am gonna make you pay for that. Liars go to hell, sweetheart. Didn't you know that?"
"Funny, you didn't strike me as religious" Elle snapped before she could catch herself. With that she felt a hard thump on the back of her head and everything went black.
Ralph picked up the blonde woman and threw her on the shitty queen bed in Room 14. He quickly stripped her and noted with pleasure that she had curves in all the right places. Nice legs, flat stomach. Fake titties. Beautiful knockoff knockers though, he quipped in his head and laughed outloud at his own joke. The little bitch shaved her cunt too. He saw the swell of it between her legs. He was aroused now, and it was time to do his business. He took of his clothes, catching a sight of himself in the mirror. He might be fat but he had what all the little whores wanted. He looked at his member. A large, pulsing thing that had done this evil business more times than Ralph could count. He was ready and so he started.
Elle woke up several hours later sore all over. She knew that she had been raped.
"FUCK" she cursed herself. This was all her own goddamn fault. Now she was hoping that the fat bastard didn't have herpes or something worse. That was the last thing she needed. Elle wanted to cry, but couldn't afford it at the moment. She looked around and breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was gone, that he had spared her life even if he had violated her. Then the tears came. Elle wept fiercely. She wept in shame at her actions, her obsessive committment to this job and for all the things it had cost her. Just as she was about to calm down, Ralph burst back into the room with his revolver in tow.
"Hello, baby." he sneered, "You didn't think ole Ralph was done with you, now did'ya?"
"Please, no..not anymore." she cried in earnest. She was done with being the tough journalist now.
"Well, he ain't, sweetheart. Ralphies got big plans for you."
"Noooo." she wept.
"Oooh, you gonna cry? Guess what?" he said, almost kindly.
Elle didn't say anything. She didn't want to provoke more violence. Ralph waited a few seconds.
Then he screamed and leapt across the room and grabbed her by the hair, "I SAID GUESS WHAT, YOU LITTLE BITCH! NOW GUESS!" he screamed.
"What, what, what. I don't know. I can't guess." she started crying more.
He leaned close to her and whispered, "When I fucked your little asshole, you were just a moaning. Ralph didn't think a pretty little girl like you would like that, but you just moaned and moaned..." he teased.
"Have you always been such a little slut?" he said. "I bet you have, haven't you?"
He was glaring at her, and then he raised his hand as if to hit her.
"YES, YES. I AM." she screamed.
"Say it. Say that you are a little slut, and that you liked it when Ralph fucked you."
Elle shook her head.
SMACK
Ralph's big calloused hand slashed across her face. It hurt, but Elle knew he was holding back.
She blurted out, "Yes, ok." she said quietly, "I am a dirty slut, and I loved it when you fucked me", she finished. After she said this she started crying again. She felt so dirty.
"Good." Ralph said sweetly, and then crossed the room with a funny sort of grace for a man of his size. He began searching her purse and laughed. He pulled out her syringe and the unlabled bottle of Rufenol.
"Ooh, you like to party, too." he said, "Little doper, huh? Well, I like a little myself. I'll tell you what. Well get high together before I kill you." When he said this, Elle felt her eyes shoot open and she started whimpering.
"C'mon, baby" he said, "You don't think that I was gonna let you go? I can't do that, sweetie." he sounded almost sorry.
"Please, please. Oh my God please, I won't tell anyone I promise." she pleaded with him.
"I sorry, sweetheart. Just can't do that. They all say they won't tell. But then they were all liars then too. And liars go to hell, sweetheat. Sorry, that comes from the big man himself."
Ralph threw her the syringe.
"Now, you go ahead and shoot that up." he commanded. " I don't like sticking shit in my body. Besides it'll make next time better for you."
Elle was crying, but she had accepted her fate. She worked at a blood bank in college, so she knew how go find and strike a vein. She slapped her skin several times to bring up the vein, and then plunged to needle home. The Sodium Pentathol burned going into her veins, but it would ease her way out of this world.
"Good girl. You're a good girl." Ralph praised her. Then he did something that saved Elle's life. He took three of the Rufenol tablets and smiled. Ralph took off his clothes again and told Elle to do the same. Elle started stripping slowly, trying to stall the monster. As he walked towards her his eyes started to become hazy.
Groggily he said, "What the fuck was those?"
And with that, Ralph Kimmons collapsed on the bed.