A dark place…..

June 30, 2009

First off …. yes, I have been gone awhile…..

Second, I haven’t been myself over the last couple of weeks. I’m not blaming anyone or anything because of that … it is what it is…..

And maybe part of it is because of this story that has been clunking through my head for the past couple of weeks….

I will warn you though — this is a dark story….it is probably one of the darkest tales that I have ever put to paper ….


Kyle is sweating, the pungent aroma filling the interior of his on-its-last-legs Hyundai Accord.

He’s parked in the darkest portion of the hospital’s parking lot, and he is breathing heavily.

She’s coming out soon, he thinks to himself, rubbing his fat, slick hands together.

He’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks now, ever since she treated him when he cut his hand on the lid of the cat food can he was opening.

“Let me see that,” she said, taking his hand in hers to get a better look at the cut. He almost took her there … but there is no privacy in the exam area of a crowded emergency room.

So he waited …. and he watched.

He’s been parked outside this hospital at various times over the past three weeks until he was sure of what her schedule was. He’s already masturbated three times in the last hour waiting for her to come out, which only contributed to the smell that permeates the interior of his car.

He can’t help himself. Her red hair. Her green eyes. Her soft skin. The way her body moved when she walked….

He’s excited again.

He breathes in deeply. “Calm yourself,” he mutters. “Calm yourself. It will happen soon.”

Then he sees her. She moves across the parking lot toward her car, a small Nissan hatchback. He just stares as she walks to her car, key in her hand and a cell phone to her.

He eases out of his car, feeling in the pocket of his sweatpants for the small role of duct tape, and grabbing the small piece of lead pipe on the passenger seat.

He covers the small distance between them with a sense of cautious urgency. “No, I’m on my way home now,” he hears her speak in her phone. He ducks down quickly behind the car parked next to hers and waits for her to end her phone conversation.

“No I understand….Oh damn,” she says, and bends over. A moment passes. “I’ll call you back. I just dropped my keys,” and he hears the phone click close.

Now, Kyle says triumphantly, and stands up quickly. He moves around the neighboring car and raises the pipe over his head.

What the hell…..

She’s not there.

He looks around.

She’s nowhere to be found.

“What the fu…” he begins to say, and then feels a pinch at his ankle. He looks down …. sees two electrotrodes jutting out of his ankle. A long wire stretches back to underneath the Nissan.

Then a jolt of several hundred volts hits him.

Kyle falls to one knee….and feels another jolt go through him. He collapses to the ground and barely feels the third jolt go through him as he closes his eyes and surrenders to the darkness.


A dripping water sound and a pain in his arms cause Kyle to wake from his enforced nap.

He looks around at his surroundings in a darting fashion. He is in an empty warehouse. He tries to move his arms and realizes that they are chained above him – and that he is hanging from a support beam in the ceiling.

He begins to struggle with the chain …. and then hears “shhhhh.”

He looks forward….and she comes into view.

“So you’re my secret admirer,” she says softly, walking around him.

Kyle says nothing, and tries to keep his lower lip from trembling.

She stops behind him. “Did you think that I didn’t notice you?” she said.

She grabs his hair and pulls his head back violently. “Do you think that I couldn’t smell you?” she asks, the disgust dripping off each word.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Just let me go.”

She walks in front of him and stares at him.

“No,” she says flatly.

He begins to struggle with his chains more. “You’re not getting out of those,” she says.

“Please,” he cries again, dropping his chin to his chest.

“So what were you going to do to me Kyle?” she asks.

He looks up at the mention of his name. Surely she can’t remember him. He was just one patient out of a hundred that she probably saw that day.

“I can see by your dumbfounded look that you’re surprised that I remembered your name,” she said. “I remembered how you looked at me that day, Kyle. Like a piece of meat.”

“Tell me – I’m not your first, am I?”

Kyle stays silent and looks at her defiantly. “This bitch is going to pay,” he thinks.

She takes three steps forward …. and punches him in the face with her right hand. Kyle’s head snaps back and he begins to see stars. She punches him again and screams “I’M NOT YOUR FIRST, AM I?”

“No,” he says softly.

“What was that?” she demands, her green eyes flashing with hatred.

“No,” he cries out, blood beginning to drip from his split lip.

“How many others were there?”


She pauses, and smiles softly. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she says as she reaches up and pats his cheek.

“Please, let me go. I promise I won’t do anything to you,” Kyle pleads.

“Aww, Kyle….don’t lie to me. I hate liars,” she said, and walks into the darkness of the warehouse.

“Please, don’t leave me here,” he cries out.

A few seconds of silence goes by. Then her voice echoes through, “Oh, Kyle. I’m not going to leave you. I’m just going to talk to you for a few minutes.”

She comes back into view. “Did you know that I’ve never been with a man in that way before, Kyle,” she asks. “In fact, I’ve only had one boyfriend and that was in college. I was really in love with him too. And then one night, he got a little too….frisky, if you know what I mean Kyle. In fact, he acted a little like you — he wanted what I was not interested in giving to him at that moment. So I had to teach him a lesson.”

“Do you want to know what the lesson was Kyle?” she ask, stepping in closer to him.

“No,” he whimpered and moved to get away from her.

She grabbed his hair and yanked his head close to her mouth. She began to talk, and Kyle closed his eyes and started to cry. Large tears began to fall out of his eyes and the warm flood of his urine started to flow down his leg.

She backs away, a small smile on her lips. She reaches behind her back and pulls out a knife. Kyle begins to struggle and starts to scream.

“Don’t worry Kyle — I’ll be gentle.”


Novel recommendations: Lemons Never Lie by Richard Stark; Gun Monkeys by Victor Gischler; Dune by Frank Herbert; and Walking Dead by Greg Rucka.

Currently reading: Bad News by Donald Westlake.