What Doesn't Kill You (A Suspense Collection) (15 page)

“Yeah.” Mario nodded. He removed the chains from
Daniel’s arms and legs and helped him get up.

“Do you want him to take a shower first?” Heather asked
Mario as he carried Daniel out of the living room. After spending four days
lying on the bed, virtually immobile, Daniel had trouble standing, let alone
walking. “I did my best to wash him, but I’m afraid he still smells a little.”

“No, he’s fine,” Mario replied.

“Are we going home?” Daniel asked when Mario seated him
on the bed in Heather’s room.

“Not yet,” Heather said.

After Mario unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to
his knees, Daniel began to realize why it had been a good idea to loosen up his
butthole.

“Now get up for me, bro.” Mario grabbed Daniel by the
shoulders, made him stand up, then turned him around, and bent him over the
edge of the bed.

“What the hell is he doing?” Daniel squealed.

“I think you’ve already guessed it,” Heather said.
“He’s going to fuck you in the ass. Just like you fucked Christine and Amy.”

“Please, Heather, don’t let him do this to me!”

“This is your last punishment, Dan. It’s almost like a
dildo, only it’s a real cock. And please don’t resist, because they might kill
you if you do.”

Mario took a condom out of the package, expertly rolled
it onto his penis, which was already stiff, and wrapped his hand around the
shaft for a couple of seconds, as if checking how hard his erection was.
Heather handed him a tube with K-Y Jelly, and he carefully smeared the lube on
his dick, then gave the tube back to Heather, and gestured her to lubricate
Daniel’s anus.

“Don’t be stingy on lube,” Mario said in a knowing
tone. “This shit hurts.”

When she was done preparing Daniel’s asshole, Heather
picked up a digital camcorder from the nightstand, aimed it at Daniel, and
pressed the Record button.

“Heather, please tell him to stop,” Daniel cried as
Mario slowly inserted his penis into his rectum. “Please don’t do it. I beg
you!”

“We have to do it, honey,” Heather said. “I want you to
remember this for the rest of your life.”

Then Mario started moving, his strong hands firmly
planted on the teenager’s hips. His every thrust was enthusiastic and shook
Daniel’s entire body. Heather had never seen two guys having sex either in real
life or on TV, so the image of Mario humping Daniel looked quite grotesque to
her. As she watched Mario’s thighs rubbing against Daniel’s buttocks, she
thought of Alex Sanchez, a classmate of hers who was believed to be gay. That
must be what Alex was doing on his dates.

Judging by the expression of pleasure on his face,
Mario was enjoying drilling Daniel’s butt with his cock. Heather had a hunch
that Daniel was not the first dude he’d ever fucked.

Daniel wasn’t yelling words anymore. He was just
whining loudly and incessantly now, his eyes shut tight, his face distorted
with pain and humiliation. When Heather looked closer, she saw tears running
down Daniel’s blushing cheeks.

“Yes, cry, Dan, cry,” Heather said, shoving the camera
in Daniel’s face. “I cried, too, when I found out that you’d been cheating on
me. I cried every night for the whole fucking week, do you hear me? Every
night. Yes, I did. I cried. Now it’s your turn, moron. It’s not fun to cry, is
it, Dan? Now you see how shitty I’ve been feeling.”

Heather bit her lower lip and took a deep breath.

Two minutes later, Mario climaxed and pulled his dick
out of Daniel.

“That was hot,” he said, zipping up his jeans. Then he
left the room.

Heather helped Daniel climb on the bed and laid him on
his back.

“Just imagine what your friends would say if they saw
you getting fucked by a dude,” she said, gently caressing his chest.

Daniel’s brows rose up and his eyes widened in terror.
Heather was sure that these words would have had a much less dramatic effect on
Daniel a week ago because now he knew that she would actually dare to show his
buddies the video of him getting raped by Mario. He must have figured that she
would have this recording and that she would hold onto it for blackmail
purposes.

“Please, don’t show them the video,” he said in a
lifeless voice. “Please, Heather.”

“You must understand that if you ever dare to cheat on
me again or dump me, all of your friends will see that video. Every single one
of them.”

Judging by the exhausted scowl on his face, Daniel had
a few choice words for her, which he had decided to keep to himself. Heather
didn’t care that her threat had prevented Daniel from speaking his mind. There
had been countless times when she had to keep silent so as not to upset her
precious boyfriend. Now the shoe was on the other foot. How do you like them
apples, bro?

“And you might have to go through all of this—” Heather
circled her right index finger in the air “—again. You wouldn’t want that,
would you?”

Daniel shook his head.

“You should admit that I’m a reasonable person. Some
other girl would have just cut your dick off. I hope you appreciate that.”

“I do appreciate that.”

“I did it for us, Dan.” Heather closed her eyes, buried
her nose in Daniel’s armpit, and inhaled the pungent smell of his sweat. “I did
it for us. You won’t cheat on me anymore. And you’re never going to leave me.
Not until I let you.”

“Are you serious?” Daniel muttered.

“I thought you’d be happy. Making choices is hard. I
just took care of it for you.”

“I’m not going to cheat on you anymore, I promise.”

“Now I believe you. And… Good news, baby.” Heather rubbed
Daniel’s thigh gently a few times. “It’s over. We’re going home.” She kissed
him on the lips. “Are you happy we’re going home?”

“Yes, I’m very happy.” Daniel shut his eyes. A tear
rolled down his cheek.

“Everything will be all right, baby.” Heather kissed
him again. “We’ll get through it together. We’re going to work this out, baby.
I love you more than anything else in the world. I wouldn’t be so jealous if I
didn’t love you with all my heart, would I?”

“I love you, too, baby,” Daniel muttered. “Let’s go
home. I want to go home.”

“Okay.” Heather kissed Daniel on the cheek and wrapped
her arms around him. “Everything will be all right.”

15.

“So did you enjoy your stay here?” Loretta asked when
she and Heather got in the GMC Yukon. “Are you satisfied with the way things
went?”

“Yes, I am.” Heather nodded confidently. “Everything
went great. Dan has paid for what he did and will never forget this.”

“Well, you got your point across, that’s for sure.”

“I think so, too.”

“For once, the girl won, right?”

Heather nodded. “The girl won.”

“By the way, I checked the files you gave us,” Loretta
said. “I’m very happy with results. I’m glad you didn’t try to screw us.”

“What would have happened if I had?”

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve done a great job, Heather.
Did you make sure your father didn’t find out that you’d copied the files?”

“Yes. I was very careful. And I hope your guys won’t
tell anyone how they got them.”

“Our guys are professionals; they’ll keep their mouths
shut. I suppose I don’t have to remind you that you’ll need to keep silent,
too. Under no circumstances can you talk about the files and who you gave them
to.”

“I understand that. By the way, can I ask you what’s so
special about those files?”

“I wish I knew.” Loretta smiled. “But I assure you
we’re not the bad guys.”

“I wonder why you didn’t simply bribe my dad.”

Loretta smiled. “Maybe next time we’ll do just that.”

It occurred to Heather that Loretta’s friends might
have actually tried bribing her father, but this honest idiot hadn’t gone for
it. Well, whatever.

Heather laid her head on the headrest and closed her
eyes. A worrisome thought had just come to her: what if Daniel decided to kill
himself because of all the stress and emotional pain he had gone through in the
cabin? What if one day, a few weeks from now, she called his cellphone and his
mom answered and told her that Daniel had hanged himself in his room?

She got chills when she imagined being the one who
discovered Daniel hanging from the noose.

Such an outcome was certainly in the realm of
possibility. After all, people committed suicide for more stupid reasons; one
might find it hard to believe that someone would take their own lives because
they had gotten tired of being bullied at school or feared upsetting their
parents with bad grades, but that had actually happened and would keep
happening in the future.

In the end, Heather came to the conclusion that this
little adventure at the cabin was unlikely to cause Daniel to kill himself. You
had to be sensitive to punch your own ticket over hurt feelings and shame, and
Daniel was definitely far from being a delicate pantywaist.

She could be wrong about him, though. Daniel might turn
out to be an emotional weakling. So, it looked like she would have to wait and
see.

Heather let out a heavy sigh. She realized that, from
now on, every time Daniel took too long to pick up the phone or reply to her
texts, she’d be haunted by the image of his dead body dangling from a rope.

Why did life have to be so damn complicated?

END

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The
Mindbender

Description

FBI Agent Peter Anderson arrives at
a secret military installation to help break Max Pollack, a Navy SEAL believed
to have mind control powers.

Consumed by paranoia, having no one
to trust, Peter has trouble telling which thoughts are his own and which have
been planted by the mindbender.

All bets are off when the Secretary
of Defense is suspected to have been influenced by Pollack.

With the world's fate in the
balance, Peter and his colleagues discover that they may be on the wrong side.

Tensions are high as they struggle
to figure out whether or not they are being manipulated by the mindbender.

Who are Max Pollack's masters and
what are their plans?

The frightening thing is, even the
mindbender might not know the answers.

Chapter 1

1.

“Has your husband contacted you in the past eleven
days?”

“No, he hasn’t,” Linda Pollack replied in a flat voice.
“I’ve already told this to your guys. Twice.” Max Pollack’s wife was wearing no
makeup, perhaps because Walsh’s men had confiscated her makeup kit.

Peter Anderson focused his eyes on Linda Pollack’s
background data sheet, hoping it would give him some ideas for interview
questions.

“You must have spoken to CID agents. I’m from the FBI.”

“Can you tell me where my husband is? Why was he
arrested?” Linda pressed her lips together tightly.

“This information is classified.”

“Why are you holding
me
? What have
I
done? Is it classified, too?”

Walsh, who was sitting next to Peter, touched his elbow
and said, “I think that’s enough. I’ll let Sergeant Kelton wrap this up.” He
rose to his feet and gestured Peter to follow him. As soon as they stepped out
into the hallway, Sergeant Kelton, who was waiting outside the door, entered
the interrogation room.

“I need to show you something.” The colonel led Peter
into the viewing room, where he pressed the intercom button on the control console
and said, “Sergeant, I’m giving you the green light. You know what to do.”

The sergeant looked at the one-way observation window
and nodded slightly.

“You see this?” Kelton waved the pistol before Linda’s
eyes. “I’ve just been authorized to take you out.”

A few moments later, seeing that his words had not sunk
into the woman’s brain, the sergeant added, “I’m going to shoot you, Mrs.
Pollack. Right here, right now.”

Linda froze, her unblinking eyes fixed on the gun, her
face blank with shock. Finally, she managed to utter, “What are you talking
about?”

“I’ve been ordered to execute you because your husband
refuses to cooperate with the U.S. government.” Kelton aimed his pistol at
Linda’s chest and fired four shots, sending the woman and her chair tumbling
backward to the floor.