She came to suddenly. Sensing the pain and the feeling of being upside down all in the same instant, her eyes opened wide and then just as quickly shut to keep out the blinding glare of the midday sun as it shown down on the small clearing. A wave of nausea swept over her and her stomach threatened to convulse as she swung gently in the light breeze. Fighting for control, Maria tried to count slowly as she breathed in and out - trying to force the calm which she certainly didn't feel.
More carefully than before, she managed to open first one eye and then the other. She could see that she was naked, and suspended from a rough pole which had been fastened between two trees. The two ropes which held her by the ankles were spaced about two feet apart and, another six inches out on either side were the ropes that held her wrists. "My God, what kind of lunatic would do something like this", she thought. Still trying to calm herself, she said aloud, "I've got to get out of here." (Yeah, right.) There seemed to be no one else around so she did what any damsel in distress is supposed to do - and let out a shreik that echoed off the distant hills. "SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEE." The sudden spray of dust and dirt that was kicked in her face brought Maria up short. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." Sounding like the distant rumble of thunder, the voice was at once both soft and chilling. He stood less than a foot away, a little off the one side, looking down at her. A cold chill made its way up her spine.
Although it was difficult for her to gauge from her position, he stood about 6'2" and weighed around 240. Naked except for the dingy and ragged underpants, she could see that he was hairy, well tanned and tatooed over most of his body. "Ain't no use in hollerin', 'cause there ain't nobody gonna hear ya." "What do you want?," she pleaded. With an evil grin on his face, he bent over and brought his face closer to hers. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." He walked away then. Straining to look around her, she couldn't see where he'd gone. "Oh God, why is this happening to me?"
Thinking that a trip to the mountains would be just the thing she needed to get her mind off of her arrogant son-of-a-bitch ex-husband, and get her mind clear so she would be able to concentrate on her role in the movie that was to start shooting in 10 days in Vancouver, Maria had talked her new boyfriend Ken and a couple of friends into camping out for a few days up in Yellowstone. An early riser, she had gotten up by herself, thrown on some clothes, grabbed her boots and tiptoed down the trail. The quiet solitude, the sights and smells and sounds of nature all around her, she happily set out to explore a new trail. It was well defined and clearly marked so finding her way back would definitely not be a problem. But it had been.
Shortly after turning her self around, she came upon a marker which seemed to be pointing in the wrong direction. Her instincts told her to go left but the sign was pointing right. Thinking she must have gotten mixed up somehow, she followed the sign. The further she went, the less familiar things looked, but according to the signs, she was almost back at camp. Hurrying on, it was a while before she realized that there weren't anymore trail signs. Beginning to feel just a little uncomfortable now, she decided to backtrack to the last sign she'd seen. It wasn't there. Every sound, every shadow was a sign of danger lurking in the dense undergrowth. It didn't take long for panic to set in and Maria found herself racing through the forest, trying to outrun the demons that were surely at her heels. She tripped, tried to get up - and then darkness. The next thing she remembered was waking up where she was now.
The hairy man was back. He spread a blue plastic tarp on the ground nearby and arranged various pans and buckets on it. There was also what looked like a small, rusted toolbox, out of which he took something small and shiny. Seeing the small blade glistening in his hand, Maria demanded to know what he was doing. Whether she was better off knowing or not is the kind of question that can be awfully hard to answer. Either way, when he cut the skin deeply all the way around her right ankle, she immediatley lost all interest in conversation. The next cut was straight down the inside of her leg all the way to her crotch. It was fast and straight, and just deep enough to suit his purpose. After making another cut all the way around her thigh, he set the knife down. Grabbing the skin on either side of the vertical cut at her ankle, he pulled the flaps apart enough so he could get a better grip. Digging his fingernails in, he yanked hard and peeled away the length of soft white skin in a single motion. The pain alone was enough to make Maria scream louder than she had ever screamed before, but the realization of what he was doing took her understanding of terror to a whole new level. Her scream became a pathetic choked squeal as panic gripped her throat and caused her entire body to shake with convulsive tremors.
Working with methodical efficiency, he quickly stripped the other leg. The small blade was like a tiny searing flame as he carefully cut a circle around the anus and then quickly traced a line around the base of the neck, around the area of the shoulder joints and then straight down the front from her pussy to the top of her breastbone. A few more quick cuts and two quick pulls laid her arms bare and within less than minute the trunk was stripped as well.
The loss of blood was beginning to take its toll, but the adrenalin was countering the affect. All Maria could think of now was that she wanted it to be over. Desparately, she pleaded with him to kill her. Over and over, like a mantra, "Please kill me. Please kill me. Please kill me," she sobbed. Without a word he washed the blade he'd been using, placed it carefully back in the box and took out another. Had she been able to look, she would not have been able to guess why the blade hooked so curiously down and back. With a single, practiced stroke, he opened her belly from pubes to breastbone. Feeling his hands reaching into her triggered a violent spasm in her stomach. The acid laced vomit exploded into her mouth and sinuses. The next gasp for air sucked some of the vile liquid into her throat, triggering a violent wracking cough. Feeling as though her head were exploding, Maria never realized how quickly her tormentor had managed to remove the entire mass of organs from her abdominal cavity and dump them into a small plastic barrel. But the searing pain from the severed celiac artery shot through her chest like a white hot spear. With her lungs paralyzed and the blood gushing like an angry red river from the mortal wound, she was already slipping away when he plunged his fingers straight through her diaphragm and wrapped them around her still beating heart. Ripped from her chest, it continued to beat feebly for several seconds. At last, the pain began to fade along with the quiet sounds of the forest as the darkness gathered and a peaceful serenity filled her mind and soul.
Before nightfall, the hairy man would congratulate himself. There would be plenty of meat now to see him through the winter.
The End
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