Victim 18 Post 3

  “Clarence, isn’t it?  How about another drink before you guys rape me to death?”

“Hey, guys!  Have you ever heard of someone like this before?  She wants another drink before we rape her to death.”

Whoops and hollers mix with raucous laughter, and “Give her another!” come from all around the clearing.

“So what do you want?”

“I don’t care.  The strongest stuff you got is fine with me.”

Wren doesn’t drink often, but when she does she goes straight for the strongest stuff she can get.  Tequila neat is her favorite, followed by aged Scotch and Irish cream.

She never had a drink other than the sacred blood at church until she turned twenty-one.  Then, some of her friends thought they’d treat her on her birthday to some fun, and she drank them under the table and closed out the bar herself.  She doesn’t like being drunk, though, because she loses control and doesn’t want to wake up wondering if she really did do something she thought she dreamed and wouldn't normally have done.  But, this time she wanted to be drunk—sloppy, passed-out drunk.

Clarence looks around the clearing, his eyes stopping at a point just behind Wren before he finally speaks.

“Bruce, get her a cup of that moonshine we’ve got over there.”

A young man about six feet tall with a big smile and a belly to match comes over with a large plastic cup of clear moonshine.

“Bruce, you’re getting a little bit anxious, aren’t you?”

“So what?  Some of the other guys have already stripped down, and since you said I could go first I figured, what the hell!”

“That’s why I let you in, you’re a real player.  I think Wren here likes you, too, as she hasn’t taken her eyes off you since you walked up.”

“I’m sorry.  It’s just that I’ve never seen one before.  Well, not in real life anyway.”

“So you really are a virgin like Juliana said?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, Bruce, you’re getting a special treat, you get to lose your virginity to a virgin!”

Wren places the cup to her lips and starts downing her drink.  It is, by far, the strongest stuff she has ever had.  It tastes more like paint thinner smells and feels hotter than she imagined hot coals would feel going down, but she downs it all in one long draught.  When she is finished she’s not sure what to do next.  So, she takes two steps forward, throws the cup into a nearby fire, then turns and kisses Bruce hard on the lips, her left arm wrapping around his waist pulling the two tightly together.  She has no idea why she did it and doesn’t care much to think of why.  When she breaks off the kiss she turns around and saunters over to the tire rolling her hips from side to side as she goes.  When she reaches the tire she lays back over it, stretching her arms and legs out toward the bolts.

Everyone just stands and stares at her completely speechless.

“Well, are any of you guys going to tie me down and get this over with, or can I go home now?”

She starts giggling uncontrollably, which slowly, little by little, turns into a wild and maniacal laugh.  Her back is still arched over the tire as she lay there laughing.  Her sides start to ache from the constant hard laughter causing her to pull her legs tight against her chest and wrap her arms around them, as if she is trying to hug the hysterics out of herself.  All the men just stand around looking from one to another lost and baffled by what is going on.  Everyone else had always fought hard and long to get away from them, and here is this girl completely accepting her fate and wanting to get it over with—knowing what will happen to her and yet seeming to want it.  Wren is now completely drunk, but still she is scared and baffled by herself.  She looks around and no one is moving.  They just stand there like deer in headlights.  She sees two guys fairly close looking back and forth between themselves and Wren.

"You two want to come over here and tie me down so we can get this over with?  I’ve got a date with St. Peter sometime soon, and I really don’t want to keep him waiting.”

The two quickly look at each other, then rather timidly and uncertainly walk over and tie her down to the tire.

Once Wren is secure, Clarence himself regaining some of his composure and authority, steps up beside the tire and with the grace and style of a practiced ringmaster starts speaking.

“I see that everyone could make it tonight.  Now, are you all ready to really start partying?”

Sounds of cheering come from all round the clearing.

“Our girls have acquired us a very nice, all natural, (he reaches down and gives Wrens breasts a hard squeeze) very physically fit, (he thumps her flat belly) natural redhead, (he runs his fingers through her pubic hair) for our party centerpiece.  Now for the coup de gras: it also turns out she’s a virgin!”

Loud cheers come from all around mixed with “Me first!” and “All right!”

“Now, since we have such a special treat, I want all of you to finish getting ready then come in close as Bruce will be first tonight.  So we’re all going to get a real treat, because as a bonus we will get to see two virgins lose it at once!  So, without further ado, let the party begin!”

The full terror of what is going to happen now fully strikes Wren hard.  She can only think one thing, and says it out loud.  “Jesus, forgive me!”

She is quickly and forcefully mounted by Bruce.  Pain wracked her brain as he forced himself into her.  She is aware of a lot more whooping and hollering as Bruce does his deed.  It doesn’t take him long, and when he leaves another immediately takes his place, and she realizes yet another is waiting at her head.  She is looking at him and thinking “Why not!”  She opens her mouth wide to receive him and starts to wretch and gag as he enters.

She feels shame and hatred for herself and for this gang.  Her emotions are in as much pain as her body, and all it can feel was a fiery staccato of pain—pain like she has never experienced before.  Fear holds its tightest grip on her brain, strangling her thoughts into one narrow view.  As she lies there deep within her own thoughts, she cries with fear, not fear of the raping, and the physical and mental problems that come with it, or of the killing, because she knew from the news that all of previous victims had been poisoned or overdosed in some way.  No, it is fear that when they killed her where would her next stop be?  Hell?  She prayed not.  Purgatory?  At least you eventually get out.  Heaven?  Could she be so lucky?  She had always tried to be good, to obey what the church taught, to do what is expected of her, and she went to church like and when she was supposed to, never missing a holy day of obligation.  She lost a lot of boyfriends, because she wouldn’t put out.  She felt, as did the church, that it was wrong, so she wouldn’t do it.  Would her wanting to get this over with be held against her?  She figured she would know soon enough.  As the drugs, alcohol, and fear take more of a hold, her mind starts to drift.  It goes wandering through old memories of boyfriends she had said no to.  The still vivid memory of the first one she said no to and how he got back at her for the rejection plays through her head.

“Why are we stopping here?”

“Well it’s quiet, peaceful, a good place to sit and talk—to get to know each other better.”

Wren eases herself across the truck’s bench seat until she is up against him.  She can feel his warmth against her side and smell the sweet, musky scent of his cologne.  Lee stretches his arm out behind her, pulling her tightly to him.  She feels safe in his large muscular arms and relaxes into his firm embrace.

“Well, what do you want to talk about?”

“Oh, us and our future together.”

Visions of a wedding and children flash through the young girl’s mind.

“Lee, are you hinting at more than just our next date?”

He leans his head down closer to her head, breaths in the light scent of lavender from her soap. 

“Well, I might be, but you know I need a bit more of a commitment from you, so I can be sure.”

He slides his arm further down her side and cups her right breast in his hand.  She pushes his hand away.

“Lee, you know I won’t.  So why do you keep asking?”

“Why do you keep going out with me then?  Don’t tell me it’s because you like the conversation again either.”

“Then maybe you should just take me home.  Seeing as neither of us seems to know why we are here.”

Lee drives her home, Wren sitting as far to the other side of the truck as possible.  He pulls the old truck up into her driveway, and Wren notices her Mother standing at the door.

Her thoughts are momentarily torn from her departure.  “Why can’t she give me any privacy?”

She hops out of the cab of the truck and pauses before closing the door.

“Maybe next time then?”

“No, Lee, I don’t think so.”

She closes the door of the truck with a screech and a bang and heads for the front door.

“You are home early.”

“Well, it’s a school night.”

“Still it is only eight; I did not expect you before nine.”

“Lee and I couldn’t agree on something he wanted to do and I didn’t.  That’s all.”

The next day, when Wren got to school, she found her locker covered with condoms.  Most are still in their wrappers, while some are unwrapped and fully unrolled.  She grabs a trash can from an open classroom and quickly throws them all away, hoping and praying that no one saw it before she did.  She opens the door and gets out her books, thankful that she had learned the value of duct taping the vents shut the previous year.  As her day goes on, more and more people seem to know the most intimate details of an event that never happened.  More and more girls greet her with “Way to go Wren.”  She gives up trying to explain that nothing happened as no one believes her anyway.  The ultimate insult of the day is when the school nurse calls her down during her sixth hour class.

Wren enters the nurse’s office with loathing and apprehension.

“Yes, may I help you dear?”

“I’m Wren Robbins; you called me down out of class.”

“Oh dear me, I’ve seen you in the halls a million times, and never did I expect I’d call you in here.  You always seem like such a conservative and proper young lady.

Well anyway, I called you down to give you a packet and see if you have any questions you don’t feel comfortable asking your Mother.”

She hands Wren a large manila envelope.

"Inside, you will find several pamphlets on various venereal diseases and their symptoms, along with one about why abstinence is the better choice, a coupon for a free box of condoms, and a booklet about how, when and why to use condoms.

Now is there anything you would like to ask me?”

“Why doesn’t anyone believe me when I say we didn’t do anything?”

“Because he is spouting out so many details about it to anyone who will listen.

I’m not here to pass judgment though.  I’m just trying to do my job the best I can.  I’ll believe you though because he was in here a little while ago spouting off so much bull he could’ve made a considerable fortune selling it for fertilizer.  His line of events doesn’t add up, so when you say nothing happened I’ll believe you.”

When she gets home her sense of relief from the day is shattered as her Mother is home early and once again standing in the front door.

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