C. LaSart - Ad Nauseam - 13 Tales of Extreme Horror

“I am. Real close up. Grab your tits and make a face like you’re moaning. We’ll edit the sound out. Now lean over and brush them up against his tongue since it’s sticking out like that. Go slow and play it up. That’s good. That’s hot. Do it again.”

“What the fuck? Did he just burp? Aw gross! That smells awful!”

“Try not to push on his stomach like that. I think there’s some shit squirting out when you do.”

“Just get the shots. I don’t know how long I can do this.”

Chantal performed and Liza taped. For over an hour it went on, until Chantal feared she may throw up from the smell of his stomach gases belching out of his mouth and into her face. She maintained her composure, though, thinking of the million dollars awaiting her.

When she felt they had enough, Chantal told Liza to shut the camera off, enduring one more gust of foul wind as she pressed on his chest to climb off of him. What the hell did this guy eat? She didn’t see Liza standing behind her until she turned around and bumped into her.

“What the fuck, Liza?” Something cold and hard pressed against her bare midriff.

“I’m sorry, Chantal. But I think I’ll be needing the whole million for myself.” Liza pushed the blade of the knife in as far as she could, wrenching and twisting when she met resistance. The shocked look on Chantal’s face was priceless.

Dumb bitch always thought she was so much smarter than me, thought Liza.

Chantal fell to the floor, her hands slippery with her own blood, trying to pull the knife out of her guts.

The blade had gone upward, puncturing a lung and stopping her from drawing a breath to scream. As she lay dying on the floor, she could see Liza where she sat calmly at the table, waiting.

“Sorry. I guess I don’t need a best friend.” Liza watched as the life in Chantal’s eyes faded, then gathered a few belongings into a bag. She packed the camera and grabbed the phone out of Chantal’s purse. “You won’t be needing this.”

Grabbing a heavy coat off the hook on the back of the door, she walked out into the night, leaving Chantal’s body with that of the dead john.

Liza paced across the grass, stopping every few seconds to scan the park around her. Things hadn’t gone the way she had hoped when she called Dan. Just thinking about the conversation made her angry.

My deal was with Chantal, not you. I suppose I can work with you, but I’m going to need a little something extra. Dan sounded cold and confident on the phone, and she couldn’t exactly argue with the man. Take it or leave it. It’s not like you can take me to court for breach of contract.

“Where the fuck are you?” Liza spoke in a low voice. The longer she had to wait, the more antsy she became. It felt like she’d been pacing in the park for hours. Finally, a black sedan pulled up to the curb on a side street. The driver’s window was darkly tinted, the occupant little more than a shadow in the seat. Moving cautiously, she walked over to the vehicle.

When she was a few feet away, the driver’s window slid down several inches without a sound, giving her a partial view of a man’s face from the nose up. From what she could see, he was dark haired, but his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.

“Liza?” The voice was even, emotionless.

“Who wants to know?”

“I’m an associate of Dan’s. Get in the car.”

“I was supposed to meet Dan here. I’m not dealing with anyone but Dan.” Liza raised her chin, her eyes narrowed.

“Dan doesn’t do this sort of thing, That’s what he pays me for. Get in or don’t. I’m leaving.” The window started to close as silently as it had opened.

“No, wait.” Cursing under her breath, Liza walked around the front of the car, opened the passenger door and slid onto the leather seat. Once inside, she turned towards the driver as he pulled away from the curb and smoothly accelerated. He was handsome in a brutal way. His suit looked expensive. The dark glasses kept his expression hidden from her when he glanced over.

“So where are you taking me?”

“It’s not far.”

“Are you taking me to Dan? I usually don’t trust guys like you to just take me places.” Liza bit her lip, hating the way she babbled when she was nervous.

“Don’t worry. It’s not far. You have the video?”

“Yeah, but I’m not giving it to anyone but Dan. What’s your name anyways? I don’t like riding with some dude and not knowing who he is.”

“You can call me Mr. White.” For the first time he looked at her and smiled, causing Liza to flinch.

“Wake up.”

Mr. White’s voice cut through the fog in her head, and Liza opened one bleary eye. The other was swollen shut and ached with each beat of her heart. The bright lights caused her to squint and intensified the pounding in her head. A glance around and she realized she was still in the same room. Nylon ropes held her upright in a chair and burned the flesh of her wrists and ribs when she tried to move. She was naked and cold.

“Are you awake?” The sound of his voice caused her to flinch. He hadn’t spoken a word to her since they walked into the room. Not even during the beating. “Good.”

“What do you want from me?” Liza’s voice was hoarse from screaming, her throat burned when she spoke. Blood dripped from her nose, rolling over her split upper lip and into her mouth. She ran her tongue across the inside of her teeth, encountering an open spot. Fucker knocked out one of my teeth.

“It’s not what I want from you, honey. It’s what Dan wants. I took a look at that video you girls made and I think it’s pretty good. A little editing and it will do just fine.” He ruffled her hair affectionately. When Liza tried to pull away from his touch, Mr. White laughed.

“I figured you’d be glad that you didn’t do all that work for nothing.” Mr. White adjusted one of the two cameras that sat on tripods. They had been pointed at Liza since he’d tied her to the chair, catching every squeal of pain and meaty thud while he beat her for the last many hours.

“Let me go. Please. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything? Interesting prospect, but I don’t think so.”

“I’ll blow ya. I’m real good at it.”

He threw back his head and laughed, his eyes twinkling. “No offense, honey, but I wouldn’t fuck you if you paid me. If this was about sex, I would’ve just raped you.”

“The money? I’ll split it with you.”

“Split it with me? Are you kidding?”

“Okay.” Liza heard herself whining but was in too much pain to care. “You can have it all. Just let me go.”

Mr. White shook his head and retrieved a briefcase from the floor. He set it on a chair and pushed the buttons, turning it so she could see what the case contained. Harsh light reflected off what seemed like a hundred exotic tools, all shiny metal and very sharp. He presented them proudly, first to the cameras, then to her.

“It’s nothing personal, you know. This’ll be easy. All you have to do is act and react naturally. Piece of cake. Dan was willing to pay one million for an angel lust video.” He picked up a wicked looking meat fork with curved tines, tilting his head as he examined her body, looking for the appropriate place to begin. His smile was gentle but his eyes remained hard as he placed the pointed prongs against Liza’s trembling abdomen. The muscles in his forearm bunched as he applied enough pressure to puncture flesh, earning an agonized wail in return. “But he will pay me five million for a snuff film.”