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 4: Reese

There was a knock at the door, followed by the sound of it opening.

“Baby!” her voice brought a smile to my lips.

I turned in the kitchen, whirring around to see down the hallway. Her foot kicked the door closed. Her hands were draped in plastic grocery bags as she skipped into the kitchen.

“You almost scared me!” I teased her with a smile, running up to her and embracing her tiny figure.

She was the cutest little thing. No taller than five foot three, a tiny waist and long red hair. She was gorgeous and she was mine.

“Let me put the bags down!” she laughed while wiggling out of my embrace.

I let her free and she promptly sat the groceries down on the kitchen counter. She looked at me lovingly before beginning to pull out each item.

This week was going to be awesome. My dad and Amber just got married and this morning they flew out of the country for their honeymoon. Besides school and my annoying faggot of a step brother, I basically could do whatever I wanted. The best part, my girlfriend and I can finally get some alone time.

“So..” I trailed my way behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “..what’s on the menu?” 

I whispered seductively in her ear and I could feel her breathing hitch. Her hands stopped fiddling with the products, instead she lifted them up, wrapping them around the back of my neck.

“Mmm..” she hummed softly while grinding her ass on me, “..pasta.”

We both broke into laughter, disconnecting from one another. She turned around to face me now, a smile so big on her lips.

“Does Kai want any?” she questioned with puppy dog eyes.

She knew I didn’t particularly like Kai, yet she always made it a point to include him. Maybe she felt bad for him?

“I don’t care.” I brushed off her question with the wave of my hand. I didn’t want to think about that kid.

“Oh my God, just go ask him Reese..” she groaned while turning back around, “..I just want to know how much to make.”

I felt bad that she was clearly upset, but I didn’t feel bad for the faggot upstairs. My dad praised his grades, showered him with presents and exciting trips for his ‘hard work’. It was infuriating to watch. The kid is fucking weird, quiet and a loner. On top of all that, he’s a queer.

“Fine..” I started slowly, thinking about my proposition. “..only if you stay the night.”

She turned around with a smirk on her lips, yet a disappointed look soon followed.

“You know I can’t, babe..” she rolled her eyes in frustration, “..my parents won’t allow it. They’re taking this ‘Sunnyside Slasher’ thing really seriously..” she shook her head.

I, too, rolled my eyes in frustration. We’ve only had sex a few times, quietly and hidden. I was so excited to unleash the beast and be as loud as we wanted.

“..and it’s crazy because he’s only killing men so..” she added to her frustrations.

It’s true. This guy running around town has only targeted men so far. The recent story did leave this pit in my stomach, apparently to a lot of people too. The man has a nation-wide reputation now after a witness came forward with all the details of what happened to him.

I actually knew the first two victims, they both went to the same highschool as me. I only knew them in passing but the whole town is freaking out about it. In addition to the guy that just came forward, he made everything public knowledge.

He talked about how the killer stalked him and his boyfriend on some gay hook-up app, how the killer wore a white mask and all black clothing. The most memorable thing was the killer’s tag. All three victims so far have been tagged with a number. One, two and three so far.

The whole town is on edge. The Sunnyside Slasher broke national news yesterday. Most of everyone is cowering in fear of number four, all except me.

“..at least we’re safe, right?” my girlfriend looked up at me again, blushing behind her strawberry hair.

“Of course.” I reassured her, we are straight after all.

Forget that she can’t stay the night. I suppose her parents are only looking out for her. I mean, my dad and Amber almost canceled their honeymoon over this mess. I was there to reassure them too. I told him there’s no way they’d miss out on their vacation.

“I’ll go ask the fag.” I muttered under my breath.

That earned a slap in the arm from her, a playful but stern look on her face.

I left her in the kitchen to go bug my step brother. I traced around the house, turning up the stairs and went to the end of the hall. A Britney Spears poster was glued to his door.

Knock! Knock!

“What?” he yelled from his bedroom, not bothering to open the door after I knocked.

My mind flashed back to one of the first times I was in front of his door like this. Amber and my dad were out that night, they left forty dollars on the counter for us to get takeout. I had decided I wanted Chinese food and I didn’t care if Kai had an objection. I came up to his door and stood in front of it like I am now. I knocked twice just like I did now.

That time, I reached for the door handle, opening his door without permission.

I was shocked at the sight before me. He was on his bed completely naked, fingering himself with one hand and jerking his small dick with the other. He must not have heard me knock.

He screamed in shock, covering himself as quickly as he could. He screamed at me to get out but I couldn’t move. 

A smile creeped on my face as I stared at him shaking in bed. I screamed at him back, telling him he was a worthless faggot. I told him no man would ever love him, only use him.

I still don’t know what came over me that night.

I walked in his room, closing the door behind me. I was so sexually frustrated. I had just begun dating my girlfriend, I had never had sex before. I was nervous to have sex with her, I wanted it to be perfect. But this fag in front of me, he was the perfect practice.

That night I blackmailed him. I told him if he wanted his faggot-ness to be a secret, he’d have to let me fuck him.

That night I used him for the first time. I can still remember him crying at first, telling me it hurt too much. But eventually his despair turned to bliss. The stupid faggot liked it.

Ever since that night, some four maybe five months ago, I used him when I pleased. Luckily for me, my girlfriend and I have been fucking more regularly and I haven’t had to use him for any ‘practice’ recently.

“What?” the door flew open in front of me.

An angry Kai stood in the entrance, glaring daggers at me.

“We’re making pasta, want any?” I didn’t care if my tone sounded rude. He certainly was.

He muttered a ‘sure’ before slamming the door closed. I could hear his lock turn before I walked away.

Fucking brat.

It was about seven o’clock by the time my girlfriend and I finished eating dinner. I called for the stupid kid to come down but he didn’t, oh well.

We were laying on the sofa now, tangled in each other as Ghost Hunters played on the tv. I held her in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, her knee jamming right into my cock.

“Mm..” I moaned a little as I grinded my hips on her leg, my cock stiffening more. “..just suck it, baby.”

She looked at me through sleepy eyes. A smirk eventually fell across her face as she moved to her knees. She sat on the floor right in between my legs, resting her elbows on my thighs.

“Loose ‘em.” she said playfully while tugging at my gray sweatpants, my bulge very visible through them.

I didn’t waste time. I wiggled out of them quickly, taking my boxers down too.

My cock sprang out, hard and ready to be serviced. I was proud of my size, a nice seven inches and pin straight.

She didn’t hesitate either. She grabbed my cock with both tiny hands of hers and started sucking on the tip. I hung my head back on the sofa, folding my hands behind my head.

“Fuck yes..” I moaned as she started taking more, “..all the way down baby.”

She struggled to take my cock, she always has. She could only get two thirds of the way down. Never able to get balls deep, unlike like the fag upstairs. He could gargle my cock with ease.

Riiiiiing!

She stopped sucking my cock. She pulled back and grabbed her phone from the coffee table.

“Hey mom..” she looked up at me through annoyed eyes, “..okay..yeah, okay.”

She huffed as she hung up the phone. She gave me a look of apology, standing up and wiping her mouth off. 

“What?” I asked her, confused why she’d stop.

She explained that her mother told her to get home this instant. My girlfriend was never one to defy her parents like me, she was a good girl after all.

I stuffed my hard cock back in my boxers and pulled up my sweats, irritated that I couldn’t at least nut.

I watched as she gathered her loose items from around the living room, stuffing them in her oversized purse. After she collected her things, she gave me a kiss on the lips. And in another few seconds, she was out the door. Leaving me alone and hard.

I huffed while hitting the sofa again, the show was still playing but I didn’t have much interest. Instead I was much more focused on the boner in my pants.

“Where’s Layla?” I heard his annoying voice walk down the hall to the kitchen.

I didn’t bother to respond to him, instead I kicked my feet on the coffee table and got comfortable again.

“She left already?” the faggot asked again, closer this time.

I turned my head to see him at the entrance of the living room, a bowl of pasta in his hands. He’s barely dressed, only wearing gym shorts and socks.

“Yeah.” I answered flatly, turning away from him as I focused on the rambling tv.

I wasn’t sure if he walked away yet, but an idea entered my mind and refused to leave. In no time, my hand was stroking my cock through my pants. It was still really hard, eager to be milked.

I looked back again, to my surprise he was gone. I huffed under my breath, can’t a guy get some action?

I stood up now, my cock did the walking for me. I didn’t have much of a say in the matter. If my girlfriend couldn’t suck me off, someone had to. And the perfect useless fag was right here.

“Hey, fag.” I growled as I approached him in the kitchen.

He was sitting at the kitchenette, eating his pasta with his phone out for entertainment. He took a double take at me. He must be used to the name calling, but the second look was of fear. I was walking towards him, one of my hands gripped my cock through my pants, shaking it as I walked.

“It’s ‘bout that time.” I whispered low, watching as his eyes went from my cock to my face then back to my cock.

He dropped his fork into the bowl, the clattering didn’t phase either of us.

“How long do you expect to get away with this, huh?” he looked annoyed, his eyes were dark and unwilling.

I could only smirk, does he think this is a game?

“I think..” I growled at him, lunging forward and grabbing his curly hair. “..I do what I want, hm?”

Kai struggled under me, trying to move his head out of my grasp to no avail. I was stronger than him, bigger than him, older than him. I was better than him. He’s just a stupid faggot.

“Fuck you.” he spat at me angrily.

I let go suddenly, catching him off guard enough to check him with a slap to the face. He yelped in pain, holding his face where I had hit him.

“Suck..my..” I pulled his hair again, dragging his eyes to look right at my hard cock. “..fucking..dick.”

I shoved his face right into my raging cock, throbbing as it made contact with his nose and lips.

“You don’t want dad to find out right?” I smothered my cock across his face as I spoke, “..you’ll do as I say, understood?”

He audibly gulped, slightly nodding his head. Good faggot.

“On your knees.” I ordered him down.

When he needed to be, the fag was obedient, I’ll give him that. He slid off his chair and onto his knees. He looked up at me, a mixture of fear and regret swirled in his eyes.

I slid my pants down quickly, letting my cock flop out and hit him in the face. I could be as brutal as I wanted with him. Not my girlfriend, she didn’t deserve such treatment. This faggot? He deserved it all. Whatever I couldn’t manage out of my hot ass girlfriend, fell to the responsibility of Kai. He was here and she wasn’t. He’s exactly what I needed.

I held my cock at the base, slapping his face silly with it, laughing as I went.

I smacked him hard again with my hand, yelling at him to open up. He did. The second his mouth was open, my cock had stuffed itself in.

My head leaned back as his slimy throat worked my cock. He was becoming a pro, I must say. He took most of my length with ease, only struggling when he got to the base.

“Fuck yeah, faggot.” I moaned in pleasure as he swallowed my cock.

My hands made their way around his head, scrunching his hair and forcefully shoving my cock down his throat. Fuck it felt nice too.

Gag!

Cough!

He was gagging profusely on my cock, unable to take it balls deep without coughing or retching. I didn’t care though, if anything it turned me on more. Every time he gagged, his throat would squeeze tightly around my cock. Every time he choked, my cock would be able to dig just a bit deeper.

Suddenly he puked, chunky liquid spewed from his mouth, running down my cock and onto the floor.

He took that as reprieve, he thought it was over.

I smirked down at him, his teary eyed face was bright red, still coughing as bile dripped out of his mouth.

“I haven’t come yet.” I said dryly.

He looked at me with wide eyes. Yeah, that’s right. This isn’t over yet.

Kai started to speak, maybe plead his way out of this. But that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I shoved my cock back in his mouth. He gagged again, this retching sound filled the kitchen as he spilled more of his guts on the ground.

He was panting, begging me to stop. Yeah fucking right. I continued using his mouth as I pleased, plunging my cock deep in his throat and holding it there for him to gag and squirm.

I watched his body convulse underneath me, his ass poking out when he coughed and squirmed. His ass is so tight, tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. Now my mind couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I pulled my cock out, right before losing myself in his mouth. Kai fell to the ground after I let go, holding on to the table to keep himself on his knees. He spat and coughed, tears fell from his eyes.

“Pathetic.” I spat down at him.

What a lousy little faggot.

“Your room..” I glared down at him, “..now.”

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By the end of the night, I had my fix. I used Kai as I wanted, fucking his tight hole while he did nothing to stop me. Pathetic faggot.

After I finished with him, I relaxed downstairs a bit, happy and proud of myself. I really gave it to him tonight. No mercy. It felt good, great even. There was no way I’d be able to look at my girlfriend’s face in so much pain, I love her too much. But this kid, the fag upstairs. I couldn’t care less about him.

The faint noise of music coming from Kai’s room didn’t annoy me for a change. It actually made me feel quite tired. The movie I put on could barely kept my interest, my eyes were closing and soon I was asleep.

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Riiiiiing!

I woke up with a groan, irritated that I left my ringer on. My back was stiff from the sofa and my legs were damn near asleep.

“Fuck that.” I muttered when I saw the unknown number calling.

I shut it off and sat up, rubbing my face with my hands and yawning. How long did I fall asleep for?

Riiiiiing!

I peered at my ringing phone. That same unknown number was calling. Groaning, I pressed the power button again, silencing the incessant ringing. I didn’t miss the chance to turn my phone on silent either. I threw my phone down again, leaning back into the white sofa. 

God, I don’t feel like getting up.

Bzzz! Bzzz!

Even with it muted, my phone kept bothering me. Who the fuck is this?

“What do yo-” I answered but my voice cut out, I had to clear my throat before repeating it again. “What do you want?”

I expected some foreigner to answer me back, asking me about my car’s extended warranty or something.

“Ya’ know it’s rude to answer like that.” this deep voice came through the phone, quietly but clear enough to understand.

Who does this guy think he is? I know I’m tired but did this stranger just reprimand me through the phone?

“Ya know..” I began mocking what he said, “..I don’t really care. What do you want?”

I scratched the back of my head, already annoyed that I’m still on the phone.

“I think you should care!” the man whisper-yelled, his voice raspy.

I froze for a second at his tone. I wasn’t expecting it to come out so harsh, I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Okay, listen man. I do-” my words were cut off.

“No you listen!” the voice was louder now, making me jump in my seat. “..and maybe I’ll let you live.”

Words got caught in my throat, unable to respond back to him. Is this? No, it can’t be. Someone’s messing with me and this shit isn't funny.

“Funny joke..” I started, half hoping I’d get a laugh on the other end. Something to confirm this is really just that, a joke. “..don’t call again.”

With that, I hung up the call, inhaling air from unknowingly holding my breath. That was fucking weird. The few seconds passing felt like minutes. I just stared at my lock screen, prepared for it to ring again.

“Fuckin’ lowlifes.” I muttered under my breath, throwing my phone down again and standing up.

The phone call surely woke me up, definitely not as tired anymore. I was thirsty. I made my way through the darkened house, only the tv illuminated the living room. The kitchen was completely dark.

Weird. I thought I left the lights on.

Luckily it wasn’t pitch black or anything. I went for the cabinets to grab a glass, turning the overhead oven light on. I took a glass out and turned to the fridge to get ice and water.

“Boo.” that voice again, it wasn’t on my phone. It was right in front of me.

Everything around me brightened all of a sudden, my eyes fixated on the figure in front of me. All of my senses heightened. 

“Ahh!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, jumping and dropping the glass from my hand.

It hit the ground hard, shattering pieces all over the floor.

The man swiped at me, a cold steel drug across my chest, ripping my shirt open and spilling blood down my body.

My fight or flight kicked in without question. I moved fast, swinging a punch out to the masked man. It connected, hitting him right in his white mask.

He didn’t flinch but I definitely took him by surprise. I took the opportunity to run, striding leftwards towards the living room. I was running over the broken glass. It clung to my feet, piercing me but I didn’t care. I could barely feel it.

Is this the Sunnyside Slasher?

“Help!” I screamed while running, “Please, help! Kai!”

In this state I couldn’t help it. The words flew from my lips without me thinking, not that I had time to think. He had to be upstairs, his music was still playing. He had to come and help me.

I got to the front door, fiddling with the two locks. Hoping there was enough time to flee.

“Ah! Fuck!” the cold steel pierced me again, stabbing me right through the back.

The man shoved me against the door, digging his knife and twisting. One of his hands grabbed my neck, squeezing. Moaning as he went.

“Ahh!” I screamed as I hit him with my elbow as hard as I could.

I don’t know how good I got him, but it was enough for him to let go and pull his knife out of me. I turned and saw him stumble behind him, holding his mask as if it was his face.

I wasted no time. I bolted up the stairs as fast as I could.

“Kai!” I screamed louder than before, “Kai, help!”

I kept running up the stairs, skipping two at a time. I could feel the wound on my back bleed, it stung but I couldn’t stop. No way I’m dying tonight.

I made it to the top, turning straight for Kai’s room. Out of my peripherals I could see him, that man already climbing the stairs.

“Kai!” I slammed my body into his door, turning the handle but it wouldn’t open. “Kai! Open up!”

I kept ramming my shoulder into the door, turning the knob in hopes it would fly open. Fuck, why’d I run to his door. The kid can sleep through anything.

“What’s wrong, sunshine?” the voice spoke behind me.

I turned and saw him, standing with his head cocked to the left. His soaked knife left a trail of blood behind him.

“Kai..” I tapped vigorously on the door with my eyes frozen on the man, “..Kai!”

The man cocked his head the other way, the rest of his body stayed still. My whole body began trembling. Why won’t Kai answer the fucking door?

‘No!” I screamed as the man darted at me, “Kai!”

I didn’t have time to move, I had nowhere to run. The man connected his fist to my face, kicking my legs so I fell on the ground.

I screamed and tried throwing punches of my own, though I felt myself getting weaker by the second. He was on top of me now, tying my hands behind me. And soon typing my ankles together.

I couldn’t move, I could only scream. Why the fuck won’t Kai help me?

The man shoved his hand in my mouth, it pressed my tongue down, making me gag in the process. Then there was fabric of some kind, it was being forced in my mouth to keep me quiet.

“Fuck’s sake..” the man seemed to be a little out of breath, “..you’re a nice catch, sweetheart.”

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The man didn’t hurt me after that point. He duct taped the fabric in my mouth and dragged me down the hall and stairs. He brought me all the way to the basement, our unfinished basement. The floor and walls were concrete, the musty smell was a lot to handle. Just a few boxes and the water heater were down here, that and a million cobwebs.

Regardless of my muted mouth, I continued to scream until my throat wouldn’t allow it. The wound on my back stung like hell and I’m certain it smeared blood the whole way down here.

Suddenly my muffled screams went wild, my body shook as I kept resisting the man’s advances.

There was something new down here.

Ropes hung from the ceiling, wrapped tightly around metal poles. The part that made me shake in fear was the pole standing from the ground. It was waist high with a large object connected to it, sticking straight up.

“Like what you see?” the man motioned his hand to the set up, like he was revealing a showcase.

His voice was low and harsh, he spoke in this way that sent goosebumps all over me. How in the world is this happening?

From the ground, the masked man seemed giant, towering over me and bursting with muscle.

“I know ya’ do, baby..” he got close to me, whispering seductively in my ear. “..the night’s just begun.”

He tilted his head at my muffled screams and sobbing, tears streamed down my face.

He hoisted me up, dragging my body over to the contraction. I wouldn’t let it be easy, but my body was slowly losing the will to fight him off.

He sat me in a chair, one that definitely wasn’t here before. He tied my left arm to the chair so he could free my right. He pulled at my right arm, bringing it to the air and fixing it to ropes that hung from the ceiling. Then he took my left arm. Now I was standing, still tied to the chair but hanging from my arms.

“Hmm..” the man moaned while taking a step back, “..the shirt needs to go.”

He swiftly slashed at my abdomen again, tearing my shirt and cutting the rope that connected me to the chair. The feeling was indescribable, my eyes shut tightly as I continued crying.

He tore at my shirt, ripping the whole thing off me and moaning in the process. The chair had fallen down, hitting the ground with a clunk.

“Much better..” the man growled while walking behind me, “..ready, sunshine?”

My mind wasn’t thinking, I barely understood his words. Suddenly I felt the ropes around my wrists tighten. They started lifting closer to the metal rods in the ceiling, suspending my body in the air. My feet couldn’t touch the ground anymore and my ankles were still tied together.

I started thrashing my body, swinging around carelessly. I could hear drops of my blood hit the floor.

The man started to chuckle. My desperate attempts to break free only resulted in harder laughs.

He got under my feet, slicing the rope that connected them. He didn’t care that he nicked my ankles with his blade. I felt warm liquid run down my feet.

I tried kicking but it was no use. He was behind me and I couldn’t see where to kick. He had one of my ankles. He pulled it to the side and fastened it to a different rope, fixing it in place. Then he did the same to my other leg.

I couldn’t see myself but I knew how I looked. I was suspended in the air, spread eagle with blood running down my whole body.

“I got a present for ya’.” the man appeared in front of me, gripping my neck with both of his hands.

He squeezed and cocked his head, watching as my face turned shades of red and purple.

Then he disappeared from my vision, dropping down to the floor. I heard creaks of something sliding on the cement ground. The man placed stools under my feet, high enough for me to stand on my tip-toes but still struggle to keep myself up.

“Ahh see..” he stood up and admired me from afar, “..now those gotta go to.”

He pointed at my lower half. I expect he means my sweatpants that are soaked in red. I squirmed at the thought. This whole time I’d been in such a fighting mindset, unaware of what his intentions might be. Is he here to kill me? Or worse?

I struggled as he dragged his knife down my bare chest, not letting up when he went across the fresh slices. He stopped at my waist band, moaning lightly.

Slash!

The pain I felt next was exploding through my body. He had cut my waist, breaking the drawstring that tied my pants up. They immediately sagged and with a small tug, they dropped to my knees, revealing my blood soaked boxers.

My eyes were shut tight, screaming through the pain as I had no other choice? What was I going to do? Who was going to save me?

“Reese?” a small voice sounded through the darkness.

It wasn’t the masked man. It was Kai. He was here.

Finally..

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Sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger.. Have fun with part 5 coming soon :)