"The Last Straw"

“The Last Straw”
By Cody Williams

 

            Barbra Saunders opened her eyes and began to look around the best she could. Her head was sore as if someone had hit her with an aluminum baseball bat. As she regained consciousness she began to notice her surroundings. Leather straps were wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t move her mouth. There was something lodged in there but she couldn’t quite make out what it was. The room around her was gray and dull with very little light in it at all.

            Barbra lifted her head and noticed that she had been stripped naked. She tried to remember how she got there but couldn’t. She couldn’t remember anything really. She knew her name. Barbra Saunders. She knew her husband’s name. Ronnie Saunders. She remembered that they had no children. Ronnie’s semen had no mobility. And for some reason she did remember the name Eric Riley, but not much more. Something about that name rang a bell. She had a pleasant feeling about it but couldn’t remember what the relation was.

            ‘Could that be my dad?’ She asked herself, but she couldn’t remember. Barbra looked around at the room again to see if anyone was around. ‘Where the hell am I?’ She thought to herself. ‘How did I get here?’ She asked again.

            The room was cold. The chilling air was cold enough for Barbra to see her breath as she exhaled. She lay there for a few moments in complete silence until she began to hear foot steps come from the dark corners of the room. Barbra lifted her head to look around but couldn’t see a thing. She could hear the footsteps circle around the room. Barbra began to let out soft whimpers.

            “Shush!” A voice whispered from the darkness and the footsteps stopped. She didn’t stop. She continued to whine softly.

            “Shut up!” A man’s voice shouted out. She knew this voice. She knew it all too well. A man stepped into the light looked over at her. It was her husband.

            “Now I bet you have a lot of questions for me. But first, I have a few things to tell you!” Ronnie started. “You are probably wondering where you are, but the truth about it is, it doesn’t matter. You won’t be here long. Believe me.” He said. Ronnie reached into the inside pocket of his leather trench coat and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the cigarette and shoved the lighter back into his pocket.

            “The next question you probably have is ‘What am I tied up?’ right? Well the answer to that is simple but first, it’s my time to be storyteller okay? I’ve been suspecting something for a long time Barb. How long has it been? Six months? A year? Hell, even two years? I’ve noticed that you’ve been working later and later. Did you really think I wouldn’t piece the whole thing together?” Ronnie asked. He took a final puff from the cigarette and then threw it down on the floor and stomped on it.

            “By the way, how’s Eric?” He asked her. She remembered him then. Her and Eric had been having an on and off affair for last couple of years. “You see, I knew that you and Eric had been running around behind my back for quite sometime now. All I needed was proof. Just a little bit of evidence. I finally got my proof.” He concluded. Ronnie reached into the back pocket of his black jeans and pulled out a man’s leopard thong. The tag in the rear had the name Eric Riley on it written in Sharpie.

            “Do these look familiar? You two have been pretty good at cleaning up after yourselves. But I guess this particular day your little boyfriend got lazy and left these behind after you had already gone to work.” Ronnie said. “So what am I going to do about it? That’s the million-dollar question isn’t it? What do you think I should do honey? Oh that’s right, you can’t speak. I’m sure you would want me to just forget the whole thing and file for a divorce. Where’s the fun in that?” Ronnie said as he walked over to her stood next to her head.

            “Divorce is just to easy. But I would like to do is play a game. Do like games Barb? You know I do. This is a little game I like to call…tug a w***e!” Ronnie said with a sickening smile on his face. He stood up and walked over to the door across from her. Ronnie flipped on a light switch but a light didn’t come on. The metal table that Barb was laying on slowly began to expand away from each other. Barb closed her eyes and tears began to seep from her tear ducts as she could feel her skin starching. The table continued to expand and pink starch marks began to appear in her armpits, lower torso, and thighs. Barb let out a loud scream. Ronnie watched intently with a sadistic grin on his face.

            The table continued to expand until the skin finally let go. Barb’s arms and legs were ripped off and fell onto the gray concrete floor. The sight of the blood squirting out of her sockets and life leave Barb’s body was more that thrilling for Ronnie.

            “I win!” Ronnie said with satisfied smile. He turned his back to her and walked out of the room. He sighed with relief and walked down the hallway into another room. He stood in the darkness and glanced at a nude man strapped down to a metal table like Barb next door.

            “Hey Eric, Do you want to play a game?” Ronnie with the same sadistic and sick grin.

Copyright 2014 by Cody Williams
Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS
A division of TTP Entertainment


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Author's Note

This is more in the realm of Poe. A Poe inspired story if you will. Comments and reviews are always welcome!

-CW

Reviews

[Sharon Kim]

Great write, Cody! A nice, quick revenge story.

I noticed you used 'starching' and 'starch marks' , I think you meant stretching and stretch marks.

Also, I had a question. Is it normal for grown men to have their name in their underwear? I wasn't sure why he would have his name in his underwear. Perhaps he could have lost his underwear and license or work i.d.

Thanks for sharing!

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Sharon. No, that's not normal...this particular man just did. I'll look into changing it.

-CW

[Stephanie M]

I enjoyed reading your story. It made me think of the inquisition. Thanks for sharing.

[SmittyJas]

A little Torch lit for an old flame things just don't turn out the same for the CHEATERS of this world the worst parts of traders this goes beyond Jealousy and hate. This is a deal breaker. A real ball buster and Maybe a Tit twister. One for all time need a paddle Machine for their Red A*s. Scarlet Letter.

[Nia Hope]

Always loved Poe and this was short and insane just the way I like it excellent work as usual :)

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading!

-CW

[Dayran]

I had always thought ... if a marriage didn't work ... you go see a divorce lawyer.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Dayran!

-CW

[Lyn Anderson]

Well, I am not sure about Poe, but a morality tale, I guess. The last three paragraphs are missing several words. You would do well to make us sympathize for some of your characters by expanding upon them. And yeah, the name tag in the undies is a stretch (pun intended) try for a dropped ID card or something. Good write, just could use a little polish.

[NoelHC]

Cody, again proofreading before publishing? You have a lot of potential for the surprise ending horror you prefer to write, I have said before it reminds me of the pulp horror short story magazines I read in the 60's, but you need to slow down and check before sending this to everyone to read.

‘What am I tied up?’ Maybe "Why", or end your sentence with "for?"

on and off affair for (the) last couple of years

The tag in the rear had the name Eric Riley on it written in Sharpie.

WTF!?!?! I am with Sharon on this one, this is a cheap trick to establish identity, a license or a work ID would be more believable. A full name on what I assume is a small label in a small thong underwear? Give your readers some credit for intelligence here.

The metal table that Barb was laying on slowly (opened in the middle and) began to expand away from each other.

Sharon K already mentioned the starch and starching issue. I am positive if you proof read that would have jumped off the page at you.

The sight of the blood squirting out of her sockets and life leav(ing) Barb’s body

I am unsure where Ronnie would acquire not one but two tables capable of expanding and pulling limbs off of people, and wonder where this delightful little torture chamber would exist with not one but two rooms for Ronnie to perform his ministrations. This one "stretched" (or starched) the limits of credibilty in my mind.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Noel!

-CW

[Sharon Kim]

Great write, Cody! A nice revenge piece.

I noticed that you used 'starching' and 'starch marks' I think you meant stretching and stretch marks.

Also, I had a question. Is it normal for a grown man to have his name written in his underwear? Perhaps he could have dropped his license or work i.d. along with the underwear. Just a thought.

Thank you for sharing!

[Sharon Kim]

Oops, sorry. my comment didn't load and then the screen came back up and my post wasn't there. I thought it didn't take! Didn't mean to post it twice. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Riveting and sadistic to say the least. He took his revenge on both in a sadistic manner. Darkly written but wonderful. Grazie mille for sharing...:)..................

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Sami!

-CW

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome expansively...:)...............