The seven victims of George Wallace

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Victim 3: Cameron

The light from the tv was starting to strain my eyes. I felt like I could fall asleep at any moment, boy did I want to, with the day I’ve had..

Finally, after months of planning, my boyfriend and I moved in together. Getting all of our things up to this third level apartment was difficult to say the least. We’re both spent. But now we both laid here on our comfy king bed, together at last.

“Babe..” Denver started speaking, “..what the hell?”

I snapped out of my daydream, focusing on what he was so intently looking at.

“...second body found dead here in Sunny Heights…”

The news anchor was speaking with a photo of a young man next to her.

“...law enforcement is advising that everyone take precautionary measures…”

I furrowed my eyebrows. Precautionary measures?

“What’s going on?” I asked softly, hoping Denver could shed some light on the situation.

“Shh.” he put a finger to my lips while keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

“...the number two left carved on the deceased…”

We both watched the news story unfold in silence. They broke down the unsettling news of the two tragic murders. Two teen boys, mercilessly murdered in the comfort of their homes. How disturbing.

“The world is so fucked up.” Denver muttered under his breath, rolling over to grab the remote and change the channel. “I can’t listen to that anymore.”

I agreed, but I didn’t want to continue on the topic. Instead I grabbed him and squeezed, reassuring him that he’s safe in my arms. He sighed into my chest, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“I love you.” he murmured into my body.

“I love you more.” I responded with a tighter squeeze.

Despite being young, Denver and I have been through a whole hell of a lot. Neither of us had a good upbringing. We both dealt with abusive parents. Eventually, we found each other through online dating. Clicking immediately and spending all of our time with one another.

Denver recently connected with his real dad, someone who was overjoyed to meet him. It was  a nice feeling. Finally being appreciated as a young man. He and Denver grew close quickly and somehow convinced his dad to let us crash at his house to get away from our abusive situation. For six months we stayed with his dad, for free mind you.

We had finally saved enough money while still attending classes at the community college. Enough to make a difference, enough to get out on our own.

Here we are, first day in. I couldn’t be happier then with the man laying next to me. I loved him with all my heart, I’d do anything for him.

“Goodnight, babe.” Denver smiled into my chest, snuggling his head in the perfect position to sleep.

“Good night.” I whispered with a last breath, closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Is this guy really mine?

The hottest guy in the world was in front of me, Denver he said his name was. God damn, he’s gorgeous. Layered in feathers and jewels, he danced his way over to me. Among all the other guys here, he chose me.

He stripped his feathers one by one, draping them over me as he went. He didn’t have much on, just a really hot jockstrap. Money busted out the seams of it.

“You wanna piece?” the guy whispered in my ear, sending chills all over me.

“Yes.” I answered clearly. I've never been so sure of something in my life.

He led me to a backroom with a purple velvet interior. The whole room was a bed, it looked like to me.

“Take me, Cameron.” he hung his arms around my neck, drawing me further into the room.

I took initiative and slammed my lips into his and we kissed with fiery passion. I wrangled us to the soft floor, grinding on top of the young man.

Next I knew, we were both completely naked and I had him by the throat. He was staring me in the eyes, this look of desire so clear.

“Take me.” he repeated again, his voice barely audible under my squeezing hands.

I flipped his body over quickly, pulling at his legs to go on either side of me. I hoisted at his hips, putting him right on his knees. My left hand shoved his face into the bed. Meanwhile my other hand pushed his back in an arch.

“Fuck man.” I grunted through my teeth.

My cock was throbbing hard. I positioned it right at his hole, his little pink hole, so tight. I plunged in without another second. The boy screamed in ecstasy as I started pounding him. His ass felt so good, squeezing around my cock in the best ways.

“I’m gonna cum!” I exclaimed with my mouth agape.

I pulled his hips as close to me as it could, releasing all my cum inside of him. He moaned in pleasure the whole time.

“Are you already done?” the boy looked up at me.

I don't know when he turned around, or when my cock got in his mouth. But he started going to town. Gulping my whole length down his pretty little throat.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

“Oh my God!” I sprang awake, beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Denver put a concerned hand on my arm, waking up out of his sleep too.

So that was all a dream? Duh. Of course it was. That must’ve been one of the hottest dreams I’ve ever had.

“Yeah, sorry.” I shook off the worry.

My personal alarm clock must’ve woken me up, considering I’m up three minutes before my alarm.

“Go back to sleep, babe. I love you and I’ll see you later.” I whispered into Denver’s ear, shushing him back to bed.

Normally I don’t wake him up in the morning. I’ll let him sleep in since he can, his remote job allows it. Mine on the other hand, does not.

I made my way out of the room and into the bathroom to get ready. I turned on the shower and went to undress myself. That’s when I noticed the morning wood I was sporting.

“Fuck.” I muttered to myself.

That dream was intense and I felt like I needed to alleviate it. So I did. It didn’t take me long in the shower. Pretty quickly I was spraying my load down the drain.

I finished getting ready and was soon off to work. Disgusting corporate business. What a life.

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“I’m out!” Henry called out.

“Same, here!” Anne’s voice rang out as well.

“I’ll see y'all tomorrow!” I called out to them both, glad that they’re leaving a few minutes early.

I shoved my seat back and threw my feet on my desk. Getting comfortable to ride out these last few minutes on the clock.

That dream this morning had really clouded my mind today, mostly it clouded my judgment. I’m not proud of it, but I never stop the urge when it comes.

Grindr. The death to all things loyal.

Say what you want, but I was only ever looking for conversation. My mind and my dream, it all spoke so clearly to me.

I was much more kinky than I let on. Denver never has been. God do I love the guy, but our sexual chemistry hasn’t been the best. Denver wouldn’t know that though. I’m sure he thinks all is perfect, and it is. But, something in me tries to fill this void. This sexual void I crave so deeply.

So yeah, I’ve been messaging with guys on Grindr for the past few weeks. Nothing has happened and I haven’t officially cheated. I love Denver, with all my heart. I just wanted to take my sexual aggression out on strangers. So I did.

I’ve spent a lot of today talking to people on the app. Flirting and sexting. Being as verbal as I could.

Again, I’m not proud of it. But here I am. I needed it.

Riiiiiiing!

My phone screen displayed my favorite photo of Denver when he called, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey, babe!” I chirped into the phone, excited to hear his cute little voice.

“Hey, babe.” this dark, gravelly voice answered back.

“Denver, when did you learn to make that voice?” I laughed at my remark. He kind of sounded like his dad.

“This isn’t Denver.” the voice spoke back slowly.

My throat dried out in an instant, this voice definitely was not Denver. I looked at my phone to double check, this was Denver calling me..

Memories of the news flashed through my brain, some killer on the move who’s targeting young men.

“Who the fuck is this?” I seethed through my teeth, standing up and running my hands through my hair anxiously.

This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real.

“Don’t use that fucking tone with me or he dies!” the voice responded angrily and talked fast.

I swallowed thickly, frozen in thought. What if Denver’s hurt.. What would I do?

“Please don’t hurt him.” I pleaded softly, already succumbing to the voice’s demands.

I heard shuffling on the other end. My heart raced in anticipation. What was happening? This can’t be happening.

“Cameron?” I heard Denver’s weak voice.

“Denver! Denver, are you okay?” I clutched my phone with both hands, relieved to hear his voice.

“He’s fine..” that low voice came back again, “..lucky for him, I’m not interested.”

I didn’t know what that was supposed to mean. What was this guy talking about?

“I’m more interested in you, sweetheart.” the voice turned flirtatious, yet still dark and scary.

I wanted to use my words carefully here. The last thing I want is for Denver to hurt from my actions.

“What do you want?” I asked quietly again, cautious of my tone.

He chuckled through the phone.

“What do I want?” his voice dripped in sarcasm, “I want to know what a good boyfriend like you is doing on Grindr.”

He left me speechless. Did I talk with him on Grindr? How else would he know?

“Don’t hurt him, please.” I said slowly, not bothering to comment on his words.

The phone went silent. For a second I bit my tongue, thinking I had fucked up and that Denver was already being chopped to pieces. The thought sent shivers down my spine.

“I won’t hurt him..” the voice started smoothly, “..if you meet me. Right now.”

Meet him? Fall right into a trap? I don’t think so.

“Where?” I deadpanned, not holding my frustration.

This ‘plan’ of his is dumb. Have your victim show up at a random address? Doesn’t he know I’ll just bring the cops?

“18 Willow Drive..” the voice spoke fast again, “..there’s a big red barn. You can’t miss it.”

I shuddered at his voice, it was unsettling.

“And if you bring the cops..” the voice started again, “..this pretty one dies.” 

The dial tone sounded and the call dropped.

I didn’t realize my hands were shaking until I was holding my phone out, trying to type this address in maps.

My heart was beating out of my chest. What’s the right thing to do?

I decided to leave the cops out of it. I couldn’t waste time on explaining things to them. They would take forever to show up unannounced, they wouldn’t be discreet, and they’d almost certainly end Denver’s life.

That can not happen.

I ran to my car as fast as my legs would take me. Jumped into the driver's side and started her up.

The address was taking me to the other side of town. Not that our town was big, but this drive was already forty minutes with traffic.

The car ride was silent. My anxiety was enough noise for me. Every possible situation ran through my head. Denver’s already dead. Denver is bleeding out right now at their apartment and I’m on my way across town. Denver was abducted, sold on the black market to never be seen again. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry for most of this ride.

I beat myself up for ever talking to other guys online. I cared so much for Denver that I’d risk my life to save his. What wasn’t clear enough for me to see? Why would I trifle with our lives like this? And for what? To hide behind a screen for the rest of my life?

I hated myself for doing this to him, to us. All I could do now was hope I could save him.

The sun was almost gone by the time I strolled to the given address. I’d been driving on auto-pilot for the most part, lost in thought and now I’m here.

That big red barn. It’s chipping a lot of paint and it’s damn near abandoned. This guy was right about that, no way I could miss it.

I haven't seen a single car for the last few minutes down this road and none of the cars before were Denver’s. I could only assume he’s in that barn.

“Get it together, Cam..” I rubbed my palms on my face, “..you got this.”

I mustered the strength, no courage, to get out of my car. I closed the door quietly, not bothering to lock it. I don’t want to be too loud.

The property looked untouched for some time, the grass I walked through was long and wet. The sun was falling more and my surroundings gradually got darker.

My anxiety was at full blast, my heart raced as my feet took me closer to the barn.

All of my being was screaming no. Get out of there, what are you doing? But I couldn’t leave Denver, not a shot in hell.

I finally got to the large barn doors. One side was ajar, ready for me to pull open.

I took a deep breath, readying myself to fight for my life, for our lives.

I swung the door open, holding my breath as the inside was revealed. Not a single light was on and from the most part it looked empty.

“Mmmm..” I could hear Denver struggling inside, “..mmmmhmm.”

I bolted inside, my fear beside me now. I have to help my man. I kept hearing his voice, it sounded like he was gagged, but I couldn’t find him.

Eventually I heard it loud and clear. There was a giant pile of hay in the corner, his screams were coming from it.

“I got you baby!” I ran into the hay with full force, smacking all the straw away to find him.

Before I knew it, I had cleared out all the hay. The only thing here was a phone. An unfamiliar phone.

Denver was coming from the phone.

I rushed to pick it up, scrambling to the ground as quickly as possible.

“Denver!” I screamed in horror with what I saw on the screen.

Denver is tied up in our room, a gag over his face and blinded by a scarf. His arms and legs are tied together and he can’t move.

“Denver!” I shouted again and to my surprise he moved.

Not just moved, he jolted to my voice. Cocking his head in a way that made me think that he heard me. Then he started shouting my name. Even though he was muffled, I could just tell.

“Denver..” I shouted again and watched his body shake uncontrollably, “..can you hear me?”

I watched his body struggle to nod yes as his voice went crazy. I couldn’t understand him, but he looked safe. For how long?

“Denver, I’m coming!” I rushed to my feet, my eyes still focused on the phone in my hand.

Suddenly a light turned on, a single bulb that hung from the rafters. It finally illuminated the barn. I could see the dirt floor and the large logs stacked inside.

“Hey there, sunshine.” that voice was back again.

My body froze in place, only my head turned to see him. A very tall man, dressed in loose black clothing with a sickening white mask on.

“Pretty face is okay, see?” he glided across the ground, side to side nonchalantly.

He seemed so sure of himself, like he did the right thing.

“Fuck you!” I shouted at the man.

I don’t know where the urge came from, I just had to take it out on him. Fuck him!

The man cocked his head, silently glaring right at me.

“Fuck me?” he questioned me, staying perfectly still.

My heart thudded out of my chest and I could still hear Denver’s muffled screams from the phone clutched in my hand.

“No..” the man shook his head slowly as he revealed a knife from behind his back. “Fuck you!”

He lunged right for me, luckily the space between us allowed me to dodge his first attack. I took off running for the barn door, not realizing they were closed again. When did that happen?

“Fuck!” my scream echoed through the barn as I pulled and pulled on the unrelenting door.

The man was charging me again. I had to let go of the door, falling backwards on the ground so that he missed me and ran into the door.

“You little brat.” the man seethed through his teeth, clearly aggravated that I won’t make this easy.

I shuffled away on the ground, my heart pounding. I don’t know where the phone went, but I could still hear Denver’s screams.

The man ran right for me, there was no more ways to run. I had to fight.

“Ahh!” I screamed in pain as he plunged his knife through my arm, the pain was crazy intense.

The man withdrew his knife between staggered breaths of his own. He raised it back up and plunged it right into my shoulder.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t take this kind of pain, my vision was already blurry from tears.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” the voice whispered as he pinned me down.

His voice was seductive now. Almost as if, once he had control, he was finally turned on.

“Please..” I managed out, “..please stop.”

I talked through cries. My shoulder and arm were in excruciating pain, the blood was seeping through my clothes.

“Hm..” the masked man cocked his head, pulling his knife up to my neck. “No.”

He sliced my face, from my chin to my ear. I heard him chuckle as I writhed in pain, clutching my face to stop the bleeding.

I was in far too much agony to stop him now. He dragged me to the wooden logs stacked in the barn. He picked me up and held me standing with his hand around my throat.

“The fun’s only begun, baby.” the man tilted his head again, his voice sent shivers down my body.

I trembled in pain, unable to do anything to stop this man. What’s his plan? Am I going to die?

“Now stand up straight for me.” he ordered me in a low growl, his breath almost escaping through his mask.

He let go of my throat, the only thing helping me stand. I immediately slouched, but tried my best to stand.

“I said fucking straight!” he brought the knife back to my neck, forcing me to stand straight again as I choked on sobs.

I stood as straight as possible, leaning as little into the knife as I could.

He lifted my untouched arm. I’m unsure what he’s planning on doing, but I feared asking or revolting.

Clank!

I screamed in pain, my eyes bulged from their sockets. My body started to slump, caught by his hand around my throat. There was a piercing pain in my right hand. He had struck a large nail through it, impaling it onto the wooden logs behind me.

Clank!

I shook in misery.

Clank!

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, the pain was unbearable.

Clank!

My cries for help were involuntary. The pain I was in wouldn't allow me to not at least try and scream for help.

He used his knee to hold me up now. My body was too weak to fight, completely limp.

Clank!

My body convulsed.

Clank!

I screamed until my voice cracked.

Clank!

My voice was shattered completely, only raspy breaths would come out now.

The man moved away from me finally. My body went limp, held up by two two nails in my hands. I could feel my weight ripping through my hands and I fought my hardest to stand as much as I could.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked as he stood back and admired me.

Blood dripped down from my impaled hands, soaking the wooden logs.

I spat in his direction, fuck him. He already knows my name.

Slap!

He smacked me so hard across the face, it almost burned more than my hands.

“What’s your fuckin’ name!” he roared as he got closer.

He was right in front of me now. His white mask brushed over my lips.

“Cameron.” I got out on shaky breaths.

He moaned in my ear as I spoke, loving the torture he was putting me through. He backed up again, admiring his work.

“You’ve been a real challenge..” he started, twirling his knife in his hand. “..hm?”

I didn’t respond anymore. The pain. The tears. It was all too much for me.

Next thing I know, he was right in front of me again. His knife was pressed into my neck, forcing my eyes to look at him.

“Good thing you're pretty.” his voice was seductive, low and raspy.

I cried out again as he dragged the knife down my chest, slicing down to my belly button. He kept moaning the whole way down, getting some sick pleasure from it.

My eyes went huge at the sight before me. He dug in his pants, pulling out a hard monster cock, veiny and leaking.

“Do you wanna die, sweetpea?” he whispered low and seductively.

I whimpered at his words. Of course I don't want to die, but my brain can't form coherent sentences anymore.

He fell silent again, letting the blood from my cut run down my body and onto his cock. He stroked it the more it got red. He threw his head back wildly. He was sick, demented.

Without warning, he picked up my legs and threw them around his shoulders, squeezing my body between his and the logs behind me. My hands still held my body up, gushing blood.

He positioned his cock right at my hole, daring to enter inside.

“No..” I uttered, my sobs choking me back, “..please, no.”

Without a second thought, he pushed inside of me.

I screamed in pain as he screamed in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” he exclaimed, over joyed.

I don’t know how much of him is inside me, but something tells me that he couldn’t go all in. My suspicions were confirmed when he pulled out and slammed back in at full force. I could feel his balls smack against my ass as I hollered in pain.

He ruthlessly fucked me. Taking control of me, abusing me as I hung from nails, bleeding everywhere.

The pain was so much. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, all I could see was blood escaping my body. It made my head spin, it made me feel faint.

“Mmm.” he moaned as he raped me furiously.

He’s been at it for some time, his pace only getting quicker. He moved his hands to my neck, squeezing with both hands.

Blood rushed to my head, I’m sure I was as red as a tomato. His hands were large and rough, squeezing with no mercy. My throat felt like it was being crushed, like any second my neck would crunch and pop.

“Ahhh!” he grunted loudly with a final squeeze to my throat.

His cum poured inside me as he continued thrusting. Finally he let go and I struggled to take any breaths.

He slid is cock out of me and dropped my whole body. I fell with force, putting force on my impaled hands. I felt them rip open even more, I heard crunches from my hands.

“Cameron!” I heard Denver’s cute voice. “Cameron, are you okay? Cameron!”

I watched as the masked man chuckled, dancing over the phone on the ground.

“What did you do?” he screamed as the man picked up the phone.

It must be a video call of sorts. Denver could see exactly who was on camera.

“What did you fucking do?” Denver screamed louder, crying uncontrollably.

The man walked closer to me, the phone in his hands.

“No!” Denver wailed over the phone.

Was Denver looking at me? Could he see how fucked up this was? I was hanging from my damn hands, stab wounds littered my body and psycho cum filled my ass.

“Isn’t he pretty?” the man asked with another head tilt, though I’m positive Denver was looking at me.

“Fuck you!” Denver screamed through the phone, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill yo-”

The man dropped the phone, letting it crash on the ground, the battery falling out of it.

“He..” the man stalked closer to me again, “..is fucking annoying.”

My cries continued as I stared at the masked man. He had no remorse for what he’s done. What else is he planning on doing?

“G’night, Cameron.” the man raised his knife high.

So this is how it ends?

His knife swept over my neck, a cool feeling waved over my body. The barn went dark.

This is how is ends.