DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) (17 page)

“Well, this is an older pistol,” Ryan stated as he held the pistol at arm’s length, “Rather collectable, I guess. I purchased it as an investment.”

“Colt 45 caliber. Yes, I’m familiar with it. My dad is a gun nut. I’ll be fine. Is it loaded?” Meghan asked.

Slowly, Ryan pulled the upper slide of the Colt rearward and looked into the breach of the weapon. After confirming there was a round in the barrel of the weapon, he looked up at Meghan and nodded his head.

“Let’s go back downstairs and see if we can devise a plan that is fool proof,” Ryan said as he held the pistol delicately at his side.

Ryan had purchased the Colt 1911 .45 caliber pistol as an investment. It was in perfect condition, and was of WWII era. A collector had advised him that it was worth $10,000 in the condition it was in at the time of purchase. Ryan’s knowledge of firearms was nil, and although he had threatened the women with death, he would have been extremely uncomfortable attempting the act with a firearm. Additionally, his attraction to the firearm was the lack of requirement of necessity to register it. Having the weapon not registered to him was a huge benefit, in his opinion.

Ryan began walking toward the stairs, and Meghan followed a few steps behind him. As they walked, she wondered where Elena would be standing when Ryan opened the door. Elena could possibly try to escape, she thought. Possibly, if Elena was no longer sitting on the bench, she might attempt to overpower them, requiring Meghan to shoot her at close range. Shooting Elena at arm’s length wasn’t something that appealed to Meghan at all. The thought of it sickened her.

As Ryan walked down the steps, he thought of his father. Since becoming an adult, walking down steps, in general, had become something Ryan always tried to avoid. Additionally, basements, in Ryan’s opinion, were evil. With each step he held his breath and clenched the pistol tight in his hand. As he stepped from the last stair, he sighed.

“Do you think she’ll look at me?” Meghan asked as they walked toward the room.

“I have no idea. I don’t think you should think about things like that to be quite honest,” Ryan responded as he walked through the door and around the table.

Ryan sat at the table and placed the gun in front of him. He considered giving Meghan the gun, and for a moment wondered if she may try to kill him and release Elena. He looked down at the pistol and thought of dying, of killing, and of what he had done to bring these events to the forefront of his life. Considering all things, he regretted beginning this game. As Ryan looked up at Meghan, he decided he trusted her.

Whatever shall happen is truly out of his hands, Ryan thought. If he provided her the pistol and she had opportunity and an option to kill him, but did not, she must truly feel differently about him. Slowly, he picked the pistol up and reached across the table.

“Here, get comfortable with it,” Ryan said as he held the pistol over the center of the table.

Meghan reached for the pistol and looked into Ryan’s eyes. He blinked his eyes and exhaled slowly as he held the pistol delicately over the table and waited. As she gripped the barrel and took the weight off the pistol from his hands, he smiled a soft smile.

Meghan looked down at the barrel of the pistol and pressed the magazine release, removing the magazine of cartridges from the pistol. After verifying that it was fully loaded with ammunition, she pressed the magazine back into the bottom of the grip frame and locked it into place. Carefully, she slid the slide of the pistol rearward and confirmed that a round was in the chamber. After releasing the slide and allowing it to close completely, she cocked the hammer and pressed the safety into place.

As Meghan carefully placed the cocked and loaded pistol onto the table, she looked up at Ryan. A slow nod of acceptance from Ryan confirmed her thoughts of his belief of her trustworthiness. She smiled in return.

“What? Did you think I was going to shoot you instead?” Meghan asked as she placed her hands in her lap and sat forward in the chair.

“Had I believed for one moment that you were capable of harming me,” Ryan leaned forward onto the table, pressing his forearms onto the edge.

“I would not have given you this option. I merely would have retrieved the pistol, shot you, and shot Elena,” Ryan inhaled slowly and pursed his lips as he finished the sentence.

Meghan pressed her palms onto the edge of the table and pushed her chair back onto the rear legs as she straightened her forearms. As she balanced on the rear legs of the chair, she smiled. She admired Ryan’s dress, and his handsome looks. She smiled and attempted to determine just how she felt about all of what was being requested of her.

She was relaxed. As she realized her degree of comfort, she began to become worried.

“I don’t know if I really realize that this is actually going to happen,” Meghan looked up at the ceiling as she spoke.

“It
must
happen. I suspect we should get down to the details. I will, of course, open the door. As soon as the door opens, be prepared. The first opportunity you have Meghan, shoot. And Meghan, shoot to kill her. I am not interested in watching you shoot her countless times. Or to listen to it. I suspect that the noise will be unnerving in that concrete room. It’s a good thing I live in a rural area. Oh, and the entire room is concrete, so don’t miss her and hit a wall for goodness sake. We’ll have a ricochet that could cause damage to us all,” Ryan tapped his index finger on his lip as he talked, his eyes focused on the center of the table.

Ryan looked up at Meghan and raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t worry, I won’t miss,” Meghan assured him as she dropped her chair back onto all four legs.

Leaning into the table, she laid her forearms onto the top and clasped her hands together, “What happens when this is over? After I shoot her? What happens then?”

“Well. Let us see. We’ll get rid of the…” Ryan was in mid-sentence when Meghan interrupted him.

“We?” The thought of handling the dead bodies sickened Meghan.

For now, at least, she considered shooting Elena as something that she had to do. Surviving. If she wanted to get home to see her daughter, to find her daughter, to begin living life again, she must kill Elena. Handling the body, in her opinion, was something she was not prepared to do.

“Yes, I will need assistance with the bodies,” Ryan nodded his head as he finished speaking.

“Get someone else to help you,” Meghan pushed herself from the table and looked down at the pistol.

“Pardon me?” Ryan asked, shocked that Meghan would refuse to assist him.

“That’s the difference between agreeing to do this and not being involved. I will not mess with the bodies. I can’t and you can’t expect me to. It becomes too personal. I was in that room with those women. I was reasoning with them, planning, plotting to try to…” Meghan thought of what she was preparing to say and stopped speaking.

“Yes, I suspect you were,” Ryan admitted as he leaned back in the back of his chair.

“Well, fair enough. First things first, I suppose. Do you suspect you’re ready?” Ryan asked.

Meghan nodded her head and stood from the table. As she reached down and picked up the pistol, Ryan watched intently.  Meghan blinked her eyes, and looked at the pistol curiously. Although she considered it, and felt she should, she didn’t say a prayer. She turned toward the door and walked out into the basement and to the doorway, not looking to see if Ryan followed.

Ryan stood from his chair and walked toward the door of the room. As he reached the door, he inhaled a slow breath and stepped through the threshold. As he noticed Meghan standing at the door of the secured room, he exhaled. He stepped to the doorway, raised his right finger to his lips, and adjusted his jacket with his left hand. Feeling an odd level of comfort toward Meghan, he slowly nodded his head and raised his eyebrows on question.

Meghan nodded her head in reassurance and released the safety of the pistol. As she stepped away from the door, straightened her forearm, and took a defensive stance with the pistol, Ryan raised his left hand to the pad beside the door.

The door lock mechanism clicked, and Ryan took a slow breath.

Meghan stared at the door and waited as Ryan’s began to press against it with both hands. As the door swung open she looked down the barrel of the pistol and held her breath.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

AN ANGEL COMES.

NINETEEN.
Elena held her knees close to her chest and rocked back and forth on the bench, her fingers intertwined as her hands continued to shake. After Ryan had opened the door earlier, moving Shellie’s body, Meghan could not stop staring at Shellie’s face.

Covering Shellie’s face with a towel had helped, but it did not relieve the guilt that Elena felt from taking the life of another living being. Filled with disbelief that she had reached a point in a moment of anger that allowed her to justify doing what she had done, Elena rocked back and forth on the bench and mumbled.

Twenty four hours prior, Elena was as far separated from God as she would have ever guessed possible. Now, on the bench, her mind was a flurry of emotion, thoughts, and feelings. Her focus had become God, and as she rocked back and forth, she continued to pray.

Elena prayed for forgiveness, she prayed for strength, she prayed for understanding, and she prayed for her daughter to live a healthy trouble free life. As she prayed for God to forgive her for what she had done, she heard a sharp metallic click.

Slowly, methodically, and without care, Elena continued to face the bathroom wall, rocking and praying. Out of the corner of her right eye, she saw the door move. Slowly, it swung open. As it did, she prayed to God to give her the strength to die in a manner that was acceptable to him. She begged for forgiveness, recalling that if asked, God would provide.

Elena’s elbows on her knees, and her knees on her chest, she rocked and prayed as she waited for her fate to become reality. Whatever Ryan would impose onto her, she would be able and willing to accept. Her mind had become deserving of the punishment that lay before her.

At the same instant of the room being filled with the deafening sound of the pistol being fired, the bullet struck Elena’s right side, below her armpit. The impact thrust her left side into the wall, and her body rotated to the right as she instinctively attempted to stand. Her legs incapable of supporting her weight, she faltered and looked up, uncertain of what happened.

As her lungs began to fill with blood, she blinked her eyes. The silhouette in the door appeared to be Meghan.

Coming to save her from this hell on earth.

An angel.

Her angel. Delivered from God to take her to the final resting place.

Meghan.

Elena closed her eyes as she waited for Meghan to lift her from the bench. One last apology to God was being mouthed silently as the second bullet entered her chest.  The .45 caliber bullet tore through her other lung and ripped through the muscles of her back before its travel was stopped by the concrete wall behind her.

As the smell of copper and cordite filled the room, Elena’s body slumped onto the bench. Blood dripped from her upper body, over the bench and onto the floor, pooling toward the center of the room. As the blood began to gather directly over the stain underneath the epoxy coating, the door closed.

And Elena’s heart beat one last time.

CHAPTER TWENTY

CAN PIGS FLY?

TWENTY.
“Momma, pigs can’t fly, ever. Can they?” Amanda asked as she attempted to scoop the remaining few Cheerios from her bowl of cereal.

“No sweetie, not ever. Why do you ask such a silly question,” Meghan laughed as she responded.

“When you were sick, Gram said that.
When pigs fly
. But pigs can’t fly,” Amanda reached into her bowl with her hand and pinched the Cheerio with her fingers.

“Honey, use your spoon,” Meghan chuckled as she watched the milk drip down Amanda’s arm.

“They keep running from me, Momma,” Amanda responded as she poked a Cheerio into her mouth.

The three weeks that had passed since Ryan’s release of Meghan had gone by quite quickly. Two more days of school, and Meghan would have an entire summer of uninterrupted time to spend with her daughter. As she watched her daughter reach back into the bowl again, she held her complaint in reserve.

The police had questioned Meghan regarding her memory and recollection of the events. Her explanation of being bound, gagged, blindfolded, and placed into a room was welcomed with watchful eyes and wanting ears by the officers. She further explained that four days later she was blindfolded and released into the city at night. This was noted and unquestioned by the officers.

To date, the bodies of Elena and Shellie had not been recovered.

Meghan felt as if she emerged from the events of her capture a different person. She felt that she was much more understanding, willing to listen, and more capable of believing that as odd as it may seem, everything on this earth happens for a reason. She continued to tell herself the events that happened over the course of those four days were nothing more than a dream. The memories were tucked away with the memories of her childhood, in a place that was safe from the daily recollection that would cause them to haunt her.