Pin the Tail on the Donkey

Others Stories | Oct 5, 2011 | 20 min read
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Pin the Tail on the Donkey

The first thing that Dante noticed when he woke up (other than the fact that he had a splitting headache) was that someone had placed him in a school desk that was chained to the floor and bound his hands behind his back with rope. His legs were tied to the legs of the chair as well and his bonds were so tight it was nearly impossible to move just the slightest bit.

Panic began to set in as he looked around and realized that he didn't have a clue as to where he was. He was in a huge, dirty room with a few broken windows and only one door. There was graffiti all over the walls as well as empty beer bottles, condom wrappers, and countless cigarette butts. The air in the room stunk of a combination of stale beer, pot smoke, and something that smelled a little like formaldehyde.

His head was throbbing so bad it was making him sick to his stomach so he leaned over as best as he could and vomited all over the floor.

As the number two value meal from Dairy Queen that he'd had for dinner came back to haunt him (mostly all over his feet and legs) he tried to remember how he had ended up in his current situation. The last thing he remembered was having a few drinks with Derrick and Jerry at the bar and flirting with this hot little blonde with a nice rack sitting at the bar who was slamming Yeager shots like there was no tomorrow.

He'd left without getting the blonde's number and vaguely remembered hearing the sound of someone running up behind him as he made his way across the parking lot to his car. Before he could turn to see who it was he was struck very hard in the back of the head with a blunt object and everything just went dark.

Who could have brought me here? He wondered to himself as he vomited a second time. He always hated to throw up but it did seem to help his head feel a little better once he was done.

"Hello? Are you okay?" he heard a raspy female voice ask him from behind.

"Who's there?" he asked, not knowing if he should be relieved or terrified that there was someone else in the room with him.

"My name is Felissa," she answered, "Who are you?"

"I'm Dante."

"Dante, where are we? Do you know?"

"I don't have any idea."

"Then how did we get here?"

"I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that one either."

"I can't turn around, are you tied up too?"

"Yes I am. Who did this to us?"

Felissa told him that she didn't know who was responsible for abducting them either. She said that she'd been at the grocery store and the last thing she remembered was there was someone in the backseat of her car who had hit her in the back of the head and knocked her out cold. When she came to she was strapped in a desk and there was no one else around.

"You didn't see who hit you?" Dante asked, struggling to turn around and see her but having no luck due to the fact that his restraints were so tight.

"No, I didn't even get a glimpse of them." she replied in a shaky voice, sounding like she was mere moments away from breaking down into tears.

"I didn't see who did it either. Do you know of anyone who would want to do this to you?"

"I don't know anyone who could do something like this. I've dated some weirdoes in my time but I don't think any of them are so fucked up that they would be capable of this. I don't think so anyway."

"Off the top of my head I can't really think of anyone I know who would do this either."

"Whoever it is hasn't made an appearance yet, I don't know if that's a good thing or not."

"I'd say it was a good thing, unless-"

"Unless what?"

"Unless they are just going to leave us here to slowly starve to death." he said, trying to force the thought out of his head.

"Good point. Then we have to get out of here!" she cried, sounding even more scared than before.

"Just stay calm, we'll get out of this if we don't lose out heads," he replied in a soothing voice, trying to hide the fact that he was terrified out of his mind himself, "How tight are you tied up?"

"Pretty tight, I can barely move."

"Same here, but don't give up. If one of us can get a hand free I think we could untie the rest of these ropes."

"I'm trying, but right now I'm just giving myself a rope burn."

"I'd kill for a pocket knife right now." Dante grunted as he continued to try to get at least one had loose.

"I hear you, it would sure make things-"

"Felissa? Are you okay? What's-"

"Shhh! I think I hear someone coming down the hall!" she said in a low voice.

"Maybe it's a friendly squatter who is going to help us out."

"Somehow I tend to doubt it. I've got a bad feeling."

Before he could respond Dante heard the door to the room that they were in open. Seconds later he heard Felissa screaming and begging for her life. He tried as hard as he could to free himself so he could help her but it proved to be impossible. Whoever had tied them up must have been in Boy Scouts or was a sailor, as there was no way in Hell he was going to be able to undo the ropes that had bound him in place.

"No please! Stop!" Felissa screamed, sending a shiver down Dante's spine. He thought it might have been worse not knowing what was happening to her and all he wanted to do was get free so he could help her.

Leave her alone you bastard!" he shouted, feeling a sense of rage overcome the terror he was feeling.

Felissa's screams finally stopped after what seemed like an eternity and the room was silent. Other than the wind blowing outside the only thing he could hear was the sound of footsteps coming up behind him and it took all of his self control to keep from screaming for help himself. He closed his eyes and prepared to meet the same unknown fate that had befallen Felissa (he couldn't help but what she had looked like. He never got to see her but since she had such a sexy voice he was certain that she was most likely a very attractive young woman). The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he felt the person walk up right behind him and stand there just inches away.

His life flashed before his eyes and he waited to be stabbed in the head or have his throat slit from ear-to-ear, but neither one happened. Instead the person behind him put her hands on his shoulders and started to massage them gently.

"You're so tense! You need to relax!" she cooed as she continued to rub his shoulders from behind.

"Get off of me!" he shouted, trying to shrug away from her.

"That's gratitude for you, I try to do something nice for you and you give me attitude. Thanks a lot, pal!"

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here? What did you do to Felissa?"

"What is this, twenty questions? I suppose you do deserve some answers at least. I brought you here so we can have fun, you don't really know me, and Felissa, well, she's still around, so to speak."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Didn't you hear me? I said we're going to have lots and lots of fun!"

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It doesn't mean we are going to play Candy land or Pin the Tail on the Donkey," she laughed, "but then again maybe we are in a way and you get to be the donkey."

She stopped rubbing his shoulders and walked around in front of him so he could see her. She was a very attractive redhead with a nice body and pretty green eyes. She was the type of girl Dante would usually hit on at the bar after a few drinks and if it wasn't for the fact that she had him bound to a chair and planning to do God only knew to him he would have been into her. As it was he couldn't help but feel a little aroused by her (he was into the bondage thing a bit) and started undressing her with his eyes.

"Don't stare, it's rude!" she snapped, slapping him across the face so hard that he saw stars.

She immediately hugged him and apologized over and over again for slapping him. She actually sounded remorseful and seemed to be on the verge of tears. It was quite obvious that she was totally and completely out of her mind and he wasn't sure what approach to take with her so he wouldn't set her off again so he just sat there in silence trying to figure out his next move.

"Are you ready to get started?" she asked, "We have a ton of things to do!"

"What do you mean? What do we have to do?"

"Well for starters," she exclaimed with glee as she proceeded to stab him in the top of the let with a large screwdriver she was hiding behind her back "there's this!"

Dante could do nothing but scream as he watched the blood squirt out of his leg like a fountain. The pain was the most intense he'd ever felt in his life and for a moment or two he thought that he may black out or throw up due to the sheer agony he was experiencing.

"Fun, huh?" she asked as she reached over and grabbed the handle of the screwdriver that was sticking out of his leg and started wiggling it around.

"Stop…oh God please stop!" he begged, wishing that he would just pass out so he wouldn't have to be in such pain any longer.

She pulled the screwdriver out, spraying a jet of blood everywhere, making him scream again.

"Was it good for you?" she asked, licking his blood off of the blade of the screwdriver, "Yum! Coppery goodness!"

Blood continued to pour out of his wound and he couldn't help but wonder if she was going to let him bleed to death. To his surprise she actually took out a roll of gauze from a bag she had with her and started wrapping up his leg with it to slow the bleeding. He was relieved at first until he realized that she probably had something far worse in store for him if she was taking the time to patch him up. He suddenly found himself wishing she'd just let him bleed out.

"What do you want to do next?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"Just let me go, I just want to go home!" he cried.

"Umm, I don't think that's one of the options."

"Please. Just let me go, I won't tell anyone what you did."

"You're no fun! Let's see what Felissa wants to do, I'll just bet she's full of great ideas!"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"A girl's got to have a hobby, doesn't she?" she replied, leaning down and unlocking the chains that were keeping the legs of the desk he was in fastened to the floor, "Don't you think so, Felissa?"

There was no answer from Felissa of course (who was busy being dead), so she shrugged and turned Dante's desk around so he would be facing what was left of her. He closed his eyes as she chained the desk to the floor again as he had no desire to see what she'd done to Felissa. He could only imagine that she'd died horribly and seeing her remains was the last thing he wanted to do.

"What are you doing? Open your eyes, stupid! You have to see this, it'll blow your mind!"

He closed his eyes even tighter after he heard the glee in her voice, knowing full well that if she was that excited about her handiwork that there was no way in Hell it was something he needed to see.

"I told you to open your eyes!" she ordered in an angry tone, slapping him hard on the back of the head, "Are you deaf or just dumb?"

He slowly opened his eyes and glanced across the room, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to see. He expected to see Felissa's decapitated body or something even worse, but what he saw instead shocked him and made him actually gasp out loud.

There was no dead body strapped to a desk across the room like he expected to see when he opened his eyes. There was no blood, body parts or any evidence of gore of any kind to be found anywhere and for a moment he didn't quite understand why he didn't see Felissa's body.

He sat there feeling puzzled for a moment until the woman spoke again and he figured it all out.

"Someone hit me in the back of the head, I didn't see who it was!" the woman said in Felissa's voice before she burst into a fit of hysterical laughter as if she'd just heard the world's funniest dirty joke.

"You're...you're Felissa?" he asked, not believing that he didn't make the connection already.

"Boy, you're a smart one aren't you?" she asked in her regular voice (which was no where near as sexy in his opinion), "What did you think about my performance earlier? My death sounded pretty realistic didn't it?"

"But why-"

"No! Stop! Please!" she cried in a mocking tone, "Admit it, you totally fell for it! I can't believe you didn't know it was me all along!"

"If you let me go now I'll-" he started, but didn't continue when he saw the look on her face that pretty much told him that if he was smart he'd shut his mouth if he knew what was good for him.

"I already told you that wasn't on the agenda for tonight.  Maybe you need a reminder.  What do you say, eye or ear?"

"What?"

"Never mind," she replied grabbing him by the throat with one hand and reaching into her pocket with the other.  She pulled a razor blade from her pocket and before Dante could react she directed the blade toward his right eye.  He tried to pull away but she tightened her grip around his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.  He closed his eyes as tightly as possible even though he knew it wouldn't do any good; he already knew what was coming.

"Open your fucking eye!" she roared, further tightening her hold on his throat.

Dante refused to do as he was told so she let go of his throat and used that hand to force open his right eye.  Dante gasped for breath and tried to rear back from her, it was impossible.  He sat there, helplessly watching as the razor came closer to his eye.

"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will me," she said, slashing his eyeball across the pupil.

Dante screamed louder than he ever had in his entire life.  White hot pain pulsed from his eye socket as he continued screaming.  Felissa stood in front of him, laughing at his pain.  Blood and a puss-like fluid streamed from his eye and down his cheek, some of it flowing into his gaping mouth.  The horrid taste of it made him spew vomit all over the front of himself.

"Nasty bastard!"  Felissa cried out in disgust as she stepped out of the vomit's path.

After he had finished throwing up she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back so she could get a better look at his wounded eye.  She studied it for a moment and he could see through his good eye her smiles of pleasure at her handiwork.

"I bet that really hurts like hell, huh?"  She asked, chuckling to herself.  "You did bring it on yourself though, the next time you'll think twice before asking me to let you go, won't you?  Do it again and I'll do the same thing to the other eye."

Dante couldn't respond, as he was on the verge of passing out again.  All he could do was sit there as the bloody goo trickled from his and pray that someone would show up and save him.  He still didn't have any idea where he was and figured that since the building they were in was abandoned that help probably wouldn't be on its way anytime soon.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked.

"I already told you.  Now quit asking stupid questions before you irritate me again!" she snapped as she began wrapping a bandage around his head, covering up his eye.

"But I don't even know you!  Why did you pick me?  I've never done anything to you!"

"Oh I know you haven't.  That is what makes our time together even more special."

She began walking the floor absently looking around as Dante tried desperately to free himself without her noticing.  She continued to pace in a trance-like state before walking to the front of the room and staring at a spot on the wall.  As she stared a smile began to spread across her face.

"It's hard to believe that it was just ten years ago that I had my Language Arts class in here." She said dreamily, "It seems like only yesterday.  I suppose time really does go by fast."

It was then that Dante realized where they were.  He figured out that Felissa had taken him to the old abandoned middle school that sat on the outskirts of town.  It had been empty for several years after the new high school had been built and supposedly it was going to be torn down in a few months; it had become nothing more than an eyesore.

Dante had never been in the building as he'd gone to middle school in a different county.  He'd seen the place from the outside and it was huge compared to the tiny school he'd gone to (his 8th grade class had less than fifty people in it).  He'd always wanted to check out the inside but now that he was here he wished he was just about anywhere else.

Felissa continued to walk the perimeter of the room as she talked about all the things that had happened there when she was a student.  She laughed as she talked about the time Mr. Todhunter caught her and Brooke passing notes in class and made her read them out loud (which was embarrassing as they were about her going down on Mike Quinn at his parents house).  She was mortified at the time but looking back on it she decided that it was actually kind of funny.

She rambled on about several other things that happened to her when she was in school (the time she got caught smoking in the restroom, the cheesy school dances, beating the shit out of Samantha Lee in the locker room over Scott Marlow; the time she snuck a bottle of vodka into Mrs. Smiley's typing class, as well as some other stunts).  All the while Dante was trying to free himself.  He hoped she'd get so lost in nostalgia she wouldn't notice or wouldn't care.  She was in the middle of reminiscing about the time she made out with some guy named Jimmy when she saw that he almost had one hand free.

"What do you think you're doing?"  She yelled, taking a step toward him, "You're not trying to get away are you?"

Dante didn't respond as he didn't want to set her off, so he just sat there in silence.  She walked up and slapped him hard across his face again and then walked away to pick up a large canvas bag that had been sitting in the floor.  As he looked on in horror she pulled out a hammer and several nails and walked back over to him.

"Some people just never learn their lesson." She taunted as she leaned down in front of him and held a nail above his foot.

"No!  Please!  You don't have to do this!" he cried.

"Of course I do silly, you were trying to run away." She answered hitting the nail with the hammer, sending it into his foot.

Dante screamed at the top of his lungs as she finished nailing his foot to the floor.  He actually passed out at one point so she woke him back up so he could experience having his other foot nailed down as well.  Once she was finished she stood there smiling wickedly as Dante whimpered in pain.  He was hurting so badly that he wished she would just go ahead and kill him so he didn't have to suffer any more.  Part of him was praying that she would just use the hammer to crack his skull, bringing the nightmare to an end.

"There, it doesn't look like you're going to be going anywhere any time soon, huh?"  She asked, winking at him.

"Look I've got money, it's yours.  It's not a lot but…"  He started.

"I don't need money, you idiot, I've got money."  She laughed, hitting him in the knee with the claw end of the hammer, making him once again howl in agony.  "Are you ready to stop being so ridiculous now?" she asked once his screaming ceased.

He could only nod in response and so she smiled at him as she ran her fingers through his hair, much like a lover would.  She stood there stroking his head for a few moments when he heard the voices coming down the hall.  At first he thought that he'd imagined them but when he saw Felissa look toward the door he knew there really was someone there.

"Don't say a word!" she hissed, putting her hand over his mouth as the voices grew louder.

Not satisfied that he wouldn't call for help she pulled the bandage off and wrapped it around his mouth like a make-shift gag.  He got blood and pus in his, from the bandage, in his mouth causing him to vomit again.  Since he had the bandage over his mouth the vomit had no where to go so what didn't shoot out of his nose was trapped in his mouth.

"Nasty!  I would swallow it if I were you, big guy."  Felissa laughed as she crept toward the door, hammer in hand.

Dante had no choice but to take her advice and swallowed the mouthful of bile and chunks floating around his tongue.  He almost threw up again in the process but managed to hold the contents of his stomach at bay.  He told himself if he survived this that he would never eat another Filet of Fish sandwich ever again as it tasted horrible coming back up.

Felissa stood by the door with the hammer raised as she waited for whomever it was in the hallway to walk in the room.  She didn't have to wait very long because a minute later a teenage boy and girl came walking into the room holding hands.

The boy had greasy dark hair and looked like he was around fifteen or so.  He was wearing an old horror film t-shirt and carrying a flashlight.  The girl, who looked to be around the same age as the boy, had long black hair and was wafer thin.  Both of them were smoking cigarettes but the girl didn't appear to be inhaling.

"Wow!  This place is awesome!"  The girl chirped in an excited tone.

"I know," the boy agreed, equally excited, "where do you-"

The question he was about to ask would forever remain a mystery as Felissa hit him in the back of the head with the claw end of the hammer before he could finish. His companion shrieked loudly as blood and the pieces of the boy's scalp and skull hit her in the face. He didn't make a sound and instead just fell face down on the ground with the hammer embedded in his head and started flailing about mindlessly, making the girl scream even louder.

"Shut up you stupid little cunt!" Felissa roared, reaching over and wrapping her hands around the girl's throat and squeezing as hard as she could.

She pushed the girl up against the wall and continued choking her for a few moments, gritting her teeth as she did so. Her victim gasped for air and tried to fight her off but she was no match for Felissa who started slamming the back of the girl's head against the wall. Growing bored with merely strangling her Felissa removed her hands from her throat and grabbed the girl's face. She laughed gleefully as she dug her thumbs into her eyes and continued to slam her head into the wall again and again.

The girl's screams finally ceased and her entire body went completely limp. Dante could see with his one remaining eye that the wall behind her had been decorated with a creamy mixture of her brains and blood. Felissa finally let her go and her body slowly slid to the ground, leaving a fresh trail of blood on the wall all the way to the floor. In reality the whole process of killing her had only taken mere moments but to Dante it seemed to have gone on for an eternity. He couldn't help but envy the boy and girl as at least they were dead and there was nothing more Felissa could do to them.

"Well that was fun!" she exclaimed, wiping her hands off on her jeans. "Did you enjoy the show?"

He couldn't respond (not that he would have anyway) due to the gag over his mouth. He just sat there staring at the ground with his good eye and prayed that she would just go ahead and end his suffering. Fortunately for him she was about to grant him his wish.

"It's been fun but all good things must come to an end eventually," she said, "it'll be light soon and I need to get home. I wish I had gotten started earlier so we could have had a little more time together though."

She frowned, looking genuinely sad and walked across the room. She didn't appear too depressed for very long though and soon a huge smile crossed her face when she reached into her bag and pulled out a hacksaw. There was a twinkle in her eye as she stood there caressing it lovingly for a moment before she walked back over to him with it in her hand.

"I have time to leave you with a parting gift before we're done." she giggled, then leaned down in front of him and started sawing into his leg right above the knee.

It hurt, but not as much as he thought that it would. He didn't know if he was in shock or if he just didn't give a shit anymore but as he watched her frantically sawing his leg off he felt like laughing more than anything else.

"There we go!" she proclaimed once she was finished and his leg had been totally removed from his body. "What do you think? Did I do a good job?"

He looked down at his amputated leg that was still nailed to the floor. Blood was pouring out of the stump where she'd cut it off and the only think he could do was laugh manically as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen in his life. He couldn't help himself and as he sat there laughing she looked at him with a confused expression on her face.

"Fucking weirdo." she spat, making him laugh even harder.

He continued to laugh until she wrapped a plastic bag over his head from behind, quickly cutting off his air supply.

He struggled to breath for several minutes but it was a futile effort. He could hear her singing to herself and laughing as she smothered him and it wasn't long before his lungs begin to burn like they were on fire. As he continued to gasp for air he wondered if it was possible for your lungs to actually burst due to lack of oxygen. If it was possible he had a feeling it was about to happen to him.

His life didn't flash before his eyes like he'd always heard it was supposed to, but as he started to slip away into the darkness he found himself having very bizarre thoughts. In addition to trying to figure out what the hell the first and second "Prom Night" films had to do with each other he was soon trying to remember who beat "Ravishing" Rick Rude for the Intercontinental belt back at Summer Slam '89. His last thought in this lifetime was that he would never be able to read the three comic books he'd purchased a few days earlier and he would never know how the current Spider-Man story arc he'd been following for months would end.

"Die you bastard!" she shouted, grabbing the screwdriver and stabbing him in the top of the head while she continued to hold the bag over his head with her other hand (she was never the patient type and he was taking too long to suffocate). She stuck the blade of the screwdriver all the way to the hilt and the tip of it actually punctured his brain. Fortunately for him it was a very quick death and was actually relatively painless. He really never knew what hit him it all happened so fast.

Once she was sure he was dead she pulled the screwdriver out of his head (she loved the wet sucking sound it made on its way out) and collected all of the tools and weapons that she brought with her before she changed into her uniform (that thankfully wasn't covered in blood). She made a mental note to burn them later when she had time (she'd burned more sets of clothes than she could count). She couldn't help but still feel a little sad that he was dead as she would have loved to have kept him alive and played with him just a little bit longer. As she threw the bloody screwdriver in her bag she told herself that she'd find another playmate very soon just like she always did, and just the thought of it made her feel a little better. There was never a shortage of people to play with, so she felt confident that it wouldn't be that long before she was able to indulge in her favorite hobby again very soon.

She kissed Dante on the cheek and then left for go back home. She just left the bodies where they were, figuring that they'd be a nice surprise for the next set of horny teens that went to the school to be alone where they could fuck in peace and quiet. She only wish she could be there and see the look on the person's face when he or she came across her handiwork. Just thinking about it made her happy and she sang along happily with songs on the radio as she drove across town to go back home.

As soon as she got home both of her kids met her at the door. It wasn't even 7:00 AM and she just couldn't understand why neither one of them ever slept late on Saturday mornings like most normal kids did. She personally loved to sleep late but her husband was usually up before sunrise so she supposed that they inherited it from him.

"Mommy! Mommy! Come eat with us! Daddy's making pancakes!" Donna cried in an overly excited voice as she took her by the hand.

"Blueberry ones?" Felissa asked with a smile.

"Just plain ones, but he has some blueberry syrup to put on them. I guess they're sort of like blueberry pancakes then." Tony said as he grabbed her other hand.

Felissa chuckled and let Donna and Tony lead her into the kitchen where Stephen stood by the kitchen counter mixing up the pancake batter with a wooden spoon. There was bacon frying in a pan on the stove and when she got a whiff of it she realized how hungry she actually was.

"Hey babe," Stephen said when he turned around and saw her enter the kitchen, "how was your shift?"

"Pretty good, same old, same old." she replied, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"You look tired." he said with a frown.

"I am tired, it was a long night."

"You need to take some time off and recharge."

"I can't, you know we're short staffed right now and until the new people start in a few weeks I am going to have to keep working double shifts."

"You're the hardest working cop in the whole department. Surely your captain knows this and realizes that you deserve a break."

"We'll talk about it in a few weeks after the recruits have been broken in and I'm sure they are competent enough to do their job without me looking over their shoulders."

"Maybe we can head to the lake for a couple of days or something."

"Sounds good to me, what do you guys think?"

"Yay!" Donna and Stephen shouted in unison.

Felissa poured some sugar and creamer into her coffee and thought about how nice it would be to actually go away and take a much needed vacation. At first she was opposed to the idea but once she thought about how she'd have a new hunting area to explore once they got to the lake she was all for Stephen's suggestion. She just hoped that the people there would be as much fun to play with as Dante and the all the others over the last several months had been.

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Todd Martin
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Xander Mar 2, 2012

Again, a good story indeed. I think what i like about this one is that she not only gets away with it, but that she just goes on living her other life, like a kevin costner in mr. brooks type thing. Great job!

Todd Martin Oct 9, 2011

Thank you, Soniya!

Soniya Oct 9, 2011

Its a good story Todd..

Todd Martin Oct 8, 2011

Thank you Anikhet, you rule!

Anikhet Oct 6, 2011

Nice one Todd..

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