The family that preys together…- 14

“Practice makes perfect,” Bryant said with a chuckle as he drove them back to the restaurant. The girl was in the trunk of his car, wrapped in the same tarp that they’d used to carry their last victim up to the lake.

“We’ll have to be careful however. Since she was on the phone whoever she was talking to might already be calling the cops.”

Bryant shrugged. “By the time they get there we’ll be on our way home.”

“Or not,” Crispin said, hearing sirens as he got out of the car. “Drive carefully, Bry, you don’t want to be pulled over. I’ll be right behind you.”

Just over an hour later they were letting themselves into the mansion through the back door. After checking to make certain none of the servants were around Bryant unlocked the basement door, waiting for Crispin with his burden to start down the stairs before closing and locking the door behind them.

Crispin put the girl down in the center of the floor and unwrapped her, spreading the tarp out as he did. She moaned slightly, coming to, and then struggled against the cords that bound her. Her eyes were full of terror as she looked up at her captors, widening with shock when she recognized Crispin.

He smiled, kneeling down beside her. “If you think we’re going to rape you rest easy, we’re not.”

“We’re just going to kill you,” Bryant told her. “Whether it’s quickly or slowly depends entirely on you.”

She shook her head so wildly Bryant had to twist his hand in her hair to stop her so that he could remove the gag. She immediately screamed for help and Bryant backhanded her hard.

“I think I’ll take it slow, you definitely have screaming down to an art which really turns me on.”

She gasped, covering her mouth with her bound hands. “Why are you doing this?” she asked from behind them, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Because we can.” He took the cell phone from his pocket, “And because of this.”

“I don’t understand.”

Crispin pulled her hands away from her face, gripping her chin hard. “You my dear are going to go down in history as an example of what should happen to people who annoy the rest of us with their constant chattering on their phones in public.”

“But, but…” Her eyes welled with tears. “I promise I’ll never do that again. Please, please let me go.”

“Too late.” Standing, Crispin hauled her to her feet. Then he wrapped a rope around her bound hands, pulled them up and tied the other end to the hook in the ceiling. As Bryant came back from the workbench Crispin smiled. “Have fun, brother. Just remember we want her more or less in one piece when you’re finished.”