The SICK Chronicles: An Anthology of Extreme Violence and Gore Page 5

  “Check on your Daddy. He’s been awful quiet tonight.” Amanda said.

  “Alright,” he said as he turned and continued to walk out of the room.

  Amanda sat quietly with her head back and her eyes closed. She was relaxed for the first time that night, and nothing could make her happier at that moment. As she was about to drift off to sleep, the phone rang and startled her. “Fucking motherfucker,” she said as she jumped in her chair. She reached for the phone. She answered, “Hello?” A moment of silence as she listened for a reply. “Yes, I do couples.” Another moment of silence. “Pineville Inn? Room 43?” She wrote on a pad by the phone. “Michael? Got it. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be there. The two of you be ready for the night of your life.” Amanda hung up the phone. She walked down the hall and peeked in each of her children's rooms, making sure they were all in bed, and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. She left home at 12:45 am.

  She arrived at the Pineville Inn at 1:12 am. Amanda was happy with the time she had made in getting there. She looked down at the note she had written herself on the pad by the phone earlier. Room 43. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror, wiped the lipstick from the corner of her mouth, grabbed her bag, and got out of the car. After the night she’d had earlier, she was more than happy to drive her husband’s car rather than take another taxi. “Fuck the taxi,” she thought to herself.

  When she arrived at room 43, Amanda knocked on the door. A man appearing to be in his early thirties opened the door. “Are you Michael?” Amanda asked.

  “Yes. I’m Michael,” he said. “Are you her?”

  Amanda forcefully pushed open the door and walked in. “Yes, I’m her.” She noticed a young woman lying on the bed already naked. She turned back around and stared directly into the man’s eyes. “Well are you going to shut the door or stand there and stare at me?” Amanda asked.

  “I’m sorry,” he said as he turned and shut the door. “You’re just really beautiful. We weren’t expecting someone like you.”

  “I’m glad you’re happy, doll.” Amanda said.

  “Most of the people we get to do this with are,” he paused and looked at the young woman, “less attractive I guess you could say.”

  “Yeah, they usually are.” Amanda said. “You don’t have to be beautiful to know how to dominate someone. Now get your fucking clothes off so I can tie you up you piece of shit!” she said as she slapped the man across the face.

  “Yes, Ma'am!” Michael says as he began to remove his clothes. Amanda noticed his erection, and took it into her hands. She tugged on it, leading him toward the bed.

  “Does that hurt?” Amanda asked.

  “Yes it does!” he said with a smile.

  “Good!” Amanda said as she seats him on the bed next to the girl. She began to tie them both securely to the headboard by their hands. Tied down and lying on their backs, they stared at Amanda in anticipation of what tortuous pleasures she was sure to bring them. Amanda opened her bag, and removed a belt. “Do you like being beat on?” she asked the two of them.

  “Yes please!” the girl squealed. "Hard! Real Hard!” Amanda slapped the girl across the stomach with the belt. The girl screamed in excitement and pleasure.

  “Wait a minute. We can’t have any screaming. You’ll get us in trouble.” Amanda reached back into her bag and removed two gags which she placed in their mouths. “Do you want me to hit you as well, Michael?” Amanda asked. He told her yes by nodding his head, and she gladly complied by slapping him across the stomach with the belt as well. He attempted to scream as a red welt arose where the belt had made contact with his skin. Amanda placed the belt down beside them on the bed, and reached back into her bag once again, removing a double A battery. Michael glares over at the girl in confusion. “Confused?” Amanda asked. “Well I would be too. You see, we’re going to give that dick of yours some power.” she laughed and took his penis into her hands. Amanda then attempted to force the battery into the hole in the head of his penis “It won’t fit Michael. We’ll have to do something about that," Amanda said as she reached into her bag to remove a razor. Michael attempted to beg for mercy the best way he could, but to no avail. Amanda took the razor and placed the edge of the blade at the bottom of the hole on the head of his penis. She began to slowly slice the hole open wider with the razor as his penis began to bleed. When she was satisfied with what she had done, Amanda stopped cutting and placed the razor down on the nightstand. “Okay, let’s see if it’ll fit now.” Michael began to cry as he looked over at the girl beside him who was also crying, finally realizing that they may have gotten themselves in over their heads.

  Amanda took the battery and attempted to fit it into the hole in Michael's penis again, and this time it slid down into the shaft. Amanda looked up and smiled. "There we go,” she said. “I got it! Now it’s your turn darling.” Amanda reached back into her bag and removed a hairbrush. She looked at the girl and smiled. She then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the razor back up that she’d just finished using on Michael. “I’m forgetting something,” she said. “Tape. That’s it.” Amanda reached back into her bag for one last time and removed a roll of duct tape. She used the tape to secure the razor to the non bristled end of the hairbrush. Amanda glared over at Michael. “Hows that battery feel their big boy?” He grunted in response as she laughed.

  Amanda took the hairbrushes now razored handle into her right hand, and began to force it into the girl’s vagina as if it were a dildo. The girl tried with everything she had to scream, but couldn't due to the gag in her mouth. Amanda laughed at the sight and continued to move the brush back and forth mangling the girl more and more with each thrust. As the bed began to become covered with blood, Amanda placed some of it in her hands, licked it, and wiped it onto her face. “You taste so good, baby girl.” Amanda said as she licked her fingers one by one. Amanda reached over and gripped Michael’s penis squeezing the battery out. He grunted in pain as Amanda began to thrust her hand up and down the shaft of his penis. “Do you like that, Michael?” Amanda asked as she looked over at the girl and noticed she passed out from her loss of blood. “You must be enjoying it. Look at that big boy erection you’re getting.” Amanda straddled Michael and placed his erect penis inside of her. She began to sway back and forth on top of him and moan in pleasure as he cried from what was happening to him. As Amanda reached climax, she placed her hand in the pool of blood by the girl’s vagina region and rubbed it all over her breasts as she came.

  Amanda picked up the hairbrush with the razor blade handle and sliced Michael’s throat. She reached over to see if the girl had bled to death, and realizing she had, and was satisfied. She got off of Michael, walked into the bathroom, and got a quick shower to wash the blood off of her. She had to get home. It was getting late and she was tired.

  As she finished her shower and put her clothes back on, she reached into Michael’s pants and removed his wallet. Amanda removed all the green she could, and counted it. One Hundred and thirty five dollars. She never set a price with her clients up front. It wasn’t exactly the large amount she was expecting from a couple like this, but it would help with the groceries. Hell, it was all in a nights work. “The cheap bastards,” she thought to herself.

  Amanda got back into her car and started the engine. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she did earlier, and smiled.

  As she drove home, she noticed a car had wrecked on the side of the road and was on fire. Amanda pulled over to the curb to watch the scene that was unfolding. A crowd of people had formed around the car and were laughing. She noticed inside were what appeared to be two women and a small child trapped and burning alive. For the first time, Amanda felt sick to her stomach at the evil she was seeing before her, and she didn’t understand why. She placed her car back in drive and continued home.

  MARY

  Amanda walks into her living room and sits back into the same chair she was in earlier in the night. It was after all, her favorite.


  “I can’t keep doing this,” she thought to herself. “I’m no better than my Mother, or those people at the wreck. Why am I just now seeing this?” Amanda gets down into the floor and onto her knees. She folds her hands and looks up toward the ceiling. “God, if you’re there, please help me. I’m evil. After all of these years, I realize I want to change. I’ve put my kids through torment. I’ve killed. Just tonight even. Maybe I’m just a product of my own childhood, or it may even be instinctual. Either way Lord, what do I do?” She pauses for an answer, but doesn’t receive one. “I knew you weren’t there.” Amanda begins to stand up, and as she does, a woman appears on the opposite side of the living room from her. She’s holding a baby in her arms, and wearing a tattered dress.

  “Who are you?” Amanda asks.

  “I’m Mary, Amanda,” says the woman.

  “Jesus’ Mary?” she asks.

  “Yes,” Mary says. Amanda falls back onto her knees, hands clasp together again.

  “Please, tell me what to do. I’m tired of all the killing. All of the mental torture I put my kids through. On the drive back home tonight, it hit me just how evil I truly was. I feel it’s because of my mother,” Amanda says.

  “Life’s a bitch Amanda,” says Mary. Tears of blood begin to run down her face as she looks down at the baby.

  “Why would you say that?” Amanda asks.

  “No one is truly innocent Amanda. Once you come into the world, you lose that innocence. You didn’t have a chance to begin with. No one does. Everyone is bad. Most just choose to be good,” says Mary. “You, my child, are one of the worst.”

  “What hope do I have?” Amanda asks.

  “There is hope,” Mary says as she looks back up at Amanda. “but you have to find your own redemption in your life. You have to find a way to give life for all of the ones you’ve taken.”

  “I can’t have anymore children.” Amanda says. “I don’t understand.”

  “It’s up to you Amanda,” Mary says, as she leaves. Amanda stands back up, sits back into her chair, and cries.

  FORGIVEN

  September 15th, 2012, a fifty one year old Amanda sat on the steps of her church as a Georgia State Patrol car pulled up to the curb. An officer stepped out of the car and walked over to where she had been sitting for the past hour speaking with her pastor about the past, and forgiveness.

  “Amanda? Amanda Bell?” the officer asked.

  “Yes Sir. I’m Amanda Bell.” Amanda said to the officer.

  “Is anything wrong officer?” the pastor asked.

  “Amanda, do you have three children by the names of Angie, Brandon, and Scott Bell?” the officer asked.

  “Yes sir, is everything okay?” Amanda asked, knowing that it couldn’t be.

  “Well, no ma'am. I’m sorry to tell you, that we found the three of them dead this morning at a residence out on Smith Road.” the officer said as he put his head down. The pastor placed his hand on Amanda, who showed no emotion at the officer's words.

  “What exactly happened, officer?” Amanda asked.

  “I can’t go into details at this time, Ms. Bell, but we’ll need you to come down and identify the bodies if you can.” the officer said.

  “I can do that,” said Amanda. “Thank you, officer.”

  “Yes, ma'am. Sorry for your loss" the officer said as he turned and walked away.

  “Are you okay Amanda? I can go down with you if you need me to.” the pastor said to Amanda.

  “No, it’s okay pastor. I knew it was coming.” Amanda said. “They were bad people, but they got it good and honest.”

  “Oh no, Amanda,” said the pastor as he tried to reassure Amanda it was not her fault that her children turned out to be the way they did.

  “No pastor, you don’t understand. You don’t know me like you think you do. I’ve done terrible things in my life, and I’ve been paying for it ever since Angie was fifteen.” Amanda said.

  “What happened when she was fifteen?” the pastor asked Amanda.

  “The Virgin Mary appeared to me, pastor. She told me that I needed redemption. That’s why I started going to church. I thought that surely I could find redemption there. So many people do.” Amanda said as she looked her pastor in the eyes and began to cry.

  “There is redemption and forgiveness for all of us, Amanda.” her pastor said.

  “No, pastor. Not for me. It’s too late. It’s always been too late,” she said. "I don’t know why I’ve even tried.”

  “Amanda...” her pastor began.

  “I have to go, pastor,” she said as she wiped her eyes and got up off the steps. “ I have to go identify the bodies.”

  “If you need me, just call me okay, Amanda?” her pastor said.

  “I will. Thanks,” she said as she walked away to her car.

  REDEMPTION

  Amanda left the morgue from identifying the bodies of her children just before it closed at 6:00 pm. She decided she needed to pick up a few items to cook for dinner, so she stopped by the grocery store to see what she could find. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to cook. Her husband had passed away three years earlier, and she lived alone now, so why she even bothered to cook anymore she wasn’t sure.

  As she walked into the store and down the aisles looking at the shelves, she began to remember back on the hard life she’d given her kids, the way she’d treated them, and the example she’d set. She knew there deaths may not directly have been her fault, but indirectly, they were. Everything she’d ever done to them had lead up to whatever bad thing she was sure she’d find out had happened to them. They were evil, just as she’d once been, and she was to blame.

  A simple hamburger sounded good to her. She put a pack of ground beef in her buggy and went for the buns.

  She was willing to accept her punishment in the afterlife, but if God ever gave her the real chance to prove her worth to him, she would. Amanda felt she needed that one opportunity to present itself for her to redeem her for all of her past sins. For all of the people she’d harmed, or killed, and betrayed. There had to be some kind of hope. She’d taken so many lives, but had never saved one.

  Chips. She needed chips.

  She wanted to do good with the rest of her life. Her past hung over her like a black cloud that would never blow over. People can change. Not all people, but Amanda Bell had. She’d learned from her mistakes. She regretted it all. She lived her life by the example she was eventually shown by her mother, which is exactly what her kids ended up doing as well.

  Amanda reached the checkout lane and placed her things on the counter to be checked out.

  “Don’t anyone fucking move!” boomed a voice from the front of the store. “This is a robbery!” Everyone in the store put their hands in the air, including Amanda, who placed her purse on the checkout lane counter beside her before she did so. “Who’s the manager?” asked the man in a mask holding the gun. The young girl at the checkout pointed toward a man wearing a tie by the office door. “Open the safe fucker!” demanded the robber. The manager walked into the office as the man followed him. Amanda saw an opportunity to pull the gun she had for protection out of her purse, so she did. She held it by her side in anticipation of the robber coming back out of the office with the manager. The robber came back out of the office, with the money in his hand. “No one move,” he said, “or I’ll kill every fucking one of you.” He looked over and noticed the pretty check out girl behind the lane Amanda was in. “Well ain’t you a pretty bitch,” he said as he walked over to the girl. He placed his gun by the girl’s face and ran it down her body, grabbing at her breast with his other hand. “Yeah, yeah. I may take you with me,” he said. "We’d have a good time,” he smiled. “Come on, baby girl, I’ve got some use for you,” he said as he pulled the girl by the arm and began to walk toward the door. The girl screamed and he slapped her across the face. As he turned to walk out the door, Amanda slowly walked up behind him, placed the gun to the back of his head and pulled the trigger. He fell to
the floor as the blood from the wound sprayed onto the face of the young girl. The girl continued to scream as Amanda took the gun down. The manager ran over to the girl and grabbed her, holding her tight.

  “Someone call the police!” the manager says. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” he said to Amanda. “You just saved her life.” Amanda looked at the manager and then down at the robber who was lying dead on the floor, and smiled.

  Redemption. It can come at the most unexpected times. Even for the unredeemable.

  PART III

  HERETIC DISORDER

  ENGAGE

  “Slit the bitches throat, mother fucker!”

  “I ain’t cuttin’ her throat, man. That’s all you.”

  “Ah, you pussy. I’ll cut it my damn self. All I want to do is fuck her anyway.”

  “You’re a sick bastard, Jeff. Why does she have to be dead in order for you to fuck her?”

  “Yeah, and you’re too much of a boy scout, shit for brains. It’s because they don’t wiggle as much dead, and the blood provides itself as a great lubricate, ” Jeff responds. “Now give me your knife.”

  “Jesus, you’re insane,” Mark says as he removes his pocket knife from the right pocket of his jeans. He promptly hands it over to Jeff.

  “Probably,” Jeff says referring to Mark’s comment on his sanity. Jeff places the knife to the young girl’s throat.

  She appeared to be no more than seventeen, with brown hair and blue eyes. She couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. The girl was beautiful, and her smile contagious. That smile was what caught the attention of Jeff to begin with. Not content in having a normal relationship with a woman his own age, he instead stole the innocence of someone younger. She begins to cry as he slices the knife from the left side of her throat to the right. Her blood flows gently from the wound as she closes her eyes all in a symphony of murderous sorrow. Jeff is satisfied with his accomplishment. Mark runs over to the corner of the room and begins to vomit up his lunch from earlier in the day.