Now, after the two licentious men had no more strength within to carry on any further, they tossed Melissa back up on the bench covering her with the blood stained blanket. Mr.Pruce and Hays sat there trying to catch their breath, wiping their sweat covered bodies with a small towel. Now Bengiman looked over at the beaten woman, her long strawberry blond hair matted with sweat, blood and cum, a greasy sheen to her naked body, her legs parted, the remnants of the duct tape still on her ankles; where they had cut the tape apart with a small pocket knife.
Melissa licked at the duct tape and it finally fell off, she then behaved in the strangest way and Mr.Pruce stared over at her as she started laughing, wildly at them, and now the two men realized, as they gazed at her, that Melissa had somehow changed, the sound of her voice, a crazed look in her eyes, as she sat laughing at them like a fiend, even her face, bruised and swollen as it was, looked different now. Melissa sat there bleeding from every orifice in her body except for her eyes and ears. Blood rolled down her nose into her mouth and, as she spoke, the trail of blood trickled down her throat; which was red and had the hand prints of Hays like little scarlet snakes wrapped around the flesh of her neck as she leered at them saying "What's the matter you two old donkeys! That all you got?" Melissa said and it was strange to hear her voice, for she heard an old southern woman speaking, and then she realized it was her saying these words! "Damn all we need is more people and few kegs a beer and then we'd have a real party!" she laughed, in a voice not her own, as Mr.Pruce and Bengiman sat there stunned by what she was saying."I mean come on! Let's just get this over with! We all know you two will need a couple of chili peppers shoved up your asses, if you want to rape me like that again! You limp dick mother fuckers!" she laughed like a crazy person.
Bengiman and Hays looked at one another with the same thought in their sadistic minds 'I think we drove her insane.'
Melissa continued saying the strangest things "You boys are nothin' but a couple lemons hanging off an apple tree." she smiled "You two had your tap root bent, your all flowers and no fruit! What happened ? Your parents lose ya in a poker bet?" shaking her head holding up her hands still bound at the wrists "Come on let's get this over with 'cause I can't stand looking at you fucking donkeys, and don't be flattered I don't mean that in the way you think I do, I been more satisfied by a Vienna sausage sandwich!" she taunted them over and over until she stopped took in a deep breath and turned her head sharply to the left towards the back of the plane, as if she saw someone standing there and she spoke to it saying in a hushed whisper "I can hear you. I'll be home real soon!"
An icy chill filled the cabin of the small jet plane and Hays felt a cold wave move up and down the length of his spine as she screamed at them "Get your little knife, here," she said turning her head "The main artery is here, just behind my left ear, there will be a lot of blood, but just do it! I have to go now, while he is here with us!" she pleaded with them to end her life, but there was only a long silence as no one spoke then she yelled louder. "Get your gun then shoot me in the head, get it over with!" her eyes welled with anger and frustration as she shouted at the top of her lungs "Give me the knife! Give me the gun! I'll do it myself you fucking miserable cowards!" Melissa stopped talking, but only because she was in so much pain and out of breath, her face red, the veins in her neck ready to pop, but not once did she break down in tears. She thought for a moment as she tried to catch her breath then she said. "I know where you are taking me."
"Shut the fuck up!" Hays yelled at her as went over and slapped Melissa across the face, but she only laughed showing the strength and endurance of an Amazon Warrior.
"It's that sick bastard, Xation's, sisters!" she guessed correctly "Who else could you two plum duffs be working for? But those vindictive, miserable cunts!" as soon as this word passed her lips Mr.Pruce went over in a flash and punched her right in the face, breaking her nose and loosening a tooth. The shock to her system was like a surge of endorphin to the part of her brain controlling hatred and rage as she sat back, smiled sweetly, then taking her hands, wrists still bound, she reached into the side of her mouth with her thumb and index finger pulling out the loose bi-cuspid; which she flicked at Bengiman Pruce as she laughed hysterically. Then she stood up lifted her leg like an animal and urinated all over the floor.
"God Damn it!" They shouted.
Hays grabbed the thin blanket off her bruised body, covered in bite marks, wiping off the warm yellow piss as Bengiman opened up the hatch; which led to the small cargo hold in the belly of the plane. "Throw her down here! I can't stand the sight of her!" he said as Hays helped him pick her up tossing Melissa down into the hot darkness of the cargo hold with her blood and urine stained blanket. Melissa was happy to be away from them so she lay her bruised and battered body down using the blanket to stop the bleeding of her broken nose. It would take a little while for her to fall into a deep, painless, sleep but before doing so she prayed to God ,once more, asking him to please let her die quickly and if he would please make the plane crash that would be just wonderful. So she said her prayers, fell asleep, and dreamed a dream.
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