Hell Lust

Thick storm clouds rolled across the sky like large tanks bringing with them a blanket of darkness. Daniel Wyatt sat on the slanted porch of the small white house he and his mother shared. He took long, slow drags of a crudely rolled joint as he watched a large moving van crawl down the street. The van stopped in front of the old brick house adjacent to his. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching with great interest as the Parker family piled out of the front. Mother, Father, and much to Daniel’s excitement a daughter, one considerably younger which is the way he needed them. Millie Parker was sixteen, tall and heavy with a face covered in acne, she was not beautiful by any conventional standards of beauty, but there was something special about her. His eyes narrowed as he studied her body, from the bottom of her large feet, to her thick thighs, to her broad shoulders, he licked his lips with desire. Light drops of rain began to fall, the first shots of the oncoming storm. Mrs. Parker called her daughter to the house in fear of her getting wet. A slight sadness overtook Daniel as Millie slowly vanished into the two story brick home. He took one last drag before the sky opened its flood gates, a heavy rain dropped to the earth and he sat allowing himself to be drenched.

The dark day turned to dark night. Millie took a corner room on the second floor. She sat beneath the window listening to the song of the rain while scribbling a poem down in her tattered notebook. Sounds of her parents in the next room seeped through the walls, the sounds of abusive sex, her bedtime lullaby. Not ready to fall asleep she folded her notebook under her arm and fished half a pack of stolen cigarettes out of the bottom of her bag. She stepped out onto the front porch, the rain beating down on her head. She struggled with a feeble match in the cold, dark night.
“Need a light?” The voice was soft and jagged like tiny shards of glass wrapped in silk. Millie looked up from the soaked matchbook in her hand, the cigarette between her thin lips sagging with water weight. Daniel reached out a scrawny arm the size of a noodle, he flicked a zippo. Millie cupped her hands around the flame lighting up.
“Thanks,” smoke exited her mouth along with her words.
“No problem,” he stood tall and lanky in the rain, his thin black hair matted down on his odd shaped skull, “I’m Daniel.”
“I’m Millie,” her voice was quite firm, manly almost, she extended a chubby hand.
He kissed her hand and mouthed her name. Her face turned bright red.
“How old are you?” He let his hand slowly slip out of hers.
“Sixteen.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He smiled hoping for the answer he sought after. She giggled slightly and turned her head to the side, just as she’d seen girls do in romantic films, “no,” she ashed on the porch.
Without warning Daniel lunged forward locking his lips with hers in a sloppy, wet kiss. Her body tensed up at first but she quickly relaxed allowing him to slide his tongue inside her mouth.
“What the fuck is going on out here!” Mr. Parker’s voice bellowed out loud enough to wake the dead; he grabbed his daughter’s brittle brown hair and yanked her back. He stepped on the porch naked and sweaty, fury burned in his eyes; he swiftly delivered a strong back hand to Daniel sending him to the ground hard.
“Stay the fuck away from my daughter!”
Daniel slowly crawled away on his hands and knees like a scolded dog. Across the front lawn, into the street, onto his porch and into his house. Mr. Parker turned to Millie; he grabbed her hair with one hand and his half erect penis with the other.
“You’ll have to be punished.” He kicked the front door closed leaving nothing but a half smoked cigarette forgotten in the rain.

As the night gave way to morning Millie pulled her bruised and naked body under her pink princess sheets, ‘All little girls should have pink sheets,’ her father would say. She buried her face in the pink pillow crying silently to herself, after a little while she passed out, and the day slowly moved along without her. Mr. Parker unpacked the rest of their belongings from the van, while Mrs. Parker read the instructions on a pop-tart box. By the time Millie rejoined the waking world the night had returned bringing with it a cold wind that screamed through the trees. Still soar she rolled out of bed, she made her way to the dresser with pain-filled steps. She slipped into the long pink night shirt her father made her wear; if he ever caught her in anything else it would be the whip again. She grabbed a cigarette from her secret pack, opened her window, lit up, and stuck half her body outside. Her room was at the back of the house with a full view of a dead forest. A faint light hovered in and out of the rotted bark. The light moved closer, and closer, and then it washed over Millie’s face like a spotlight. She squinted while using her hand as a visor.
“Millie…” A whisper climbed up the side of the house.
“Daniel?” Smoke exited her mouth as a smile crawled across her black and blue face.
“Hey Millie come outside I got something to show ya.” The light turned away from her face and disappeared around the side of the house. Confused and nervous she bounced from one foot to the other trying to figure out what to do. After several minutes she tossed the cigarette out the window and quietly crept downstairs.

Daniel stood at the edge of the lawn, the flashlight in one hand, and a small cage in the other. She closed the door gently and tip toed across the grass much like a cartoon fox entering a hen-house.
“Hi, Millie.” The little bit of light from the streetlamp illuminated only half his glazed over face.
“Daniel I…” The rest of her sentence was spoken into his mouth; he locked his lips with her once again, again catching her off guard.
“Come with me,” he broke the kiss by walking backwards into the street, “I want to show you something.”

Millie followed, followed him around the side of his small white house, followed him to three cement steps, followed him to a wooden cellar door. He pushed the door open with his shoulder revealing a room packed with darkness. He clicked the flashlight on; the floor was stained in several different fluids. The whole roomed smelled of some strange combination of many odors. Millie didn’t even notice that she had already made her way into the center of the room, the light of the flashlight was gone and somewhere in the darkness Daniel clattered away. Finally a small light bulb burst to life like an exploding sun giving visibility to the tiny room. The walls were decorated with stretched out human faces long since removed from their homes, dead rats hung by their tails from the ceiling, half burnt candles formed a circle around a large spot of blood and piss stained floor. Daniel stood in front of a small wooden table directly across the circle of candles; he stared at Millie with his blood shot eyes, his breathing rabid and heavy.

“So what do you think?” He slowly began making his way around the circle.
“Wha…What is this?” She was frozen in place, fear weighting her to the spot.
“It is my church.” He grabbed her arm tightly.
“What kind of church…?”
"He hurts you doesn’t he…”
Before she could answer Daniel swept her off her feet, he lowered her to the cold dirty floor, “I won’t hurt you.”
Her body trembled with fear and excitement as his skeleton like hand moved up her leg, and under her night shirt.
“What…what are you doing?” Her voice was empty, void of emotion.
He didn’t answer; he just kept moving his hand like a spider up her leg towards her crotch.
Millie opened her mouth to protest but instead moaned in pleasure. He spread her vagina lips with his fingers carefully.
“Are you a virgin, has you dad ever fucked you?"
“No, daddy only beats me; I’ve never been with a boy before.”
“I want to be your first.”

He massaged her, getting her ready for his throbbing penis. He placed her legs on his shoulders and unzipped his pants. Carefully he inserted himself inside her, joining the two of them as one. Blood shot out as her hymen popped, he moved in and out over and over, listening to her moan his name.

After five minutes he pulled out ejaculating all over her lips. He fished a small white rag from his back pocket, he bunged the rag up into a tight little ball and dabbed it against her vagina, soaking up all the blood and semen he could. Daniel rose up, his pants around his ankles, “thank you.” He stepped from his jeans leaving him in only a dirty shirt and one left soak.

“What are you doing?” Millie propped herself up on her elbows and watched him make his way back to the wooden table across the room. He pulled a bucket out from under the table, popped the lid off and dropped the rag inside. He placed the bucket in the center of the circle and slowly lit each candle.

“What’s going on?” Mille pulled herself to her feet; she made her way into the circle, she peered into the bucket, “what’s this?” Rags, hundreds of blood and semen soaked rags nearly pouring out the top. Barely acknowledging her Daniel retrieved the cage he had been carrying early from the table. He pushed Millie aside, her eyes turned wide with fear. Daniel pulled a small black cat from the cage, he took its neck in both his hands and twisted until its neck snapped, he dug his teeth deep into the small feline’s side ripping the meat from it. The cat’s blood showered out like a fountain over the bucket.

“This can’t be real,” Millie told herself over and over as she watched a horror movie unfold right before her eyes. Daniel’s voice became deep and hallow as if he were speaking from within a deep cave. He chanted three strange words over and over. He tossed the cat carcass aside in exchange for one of the candles. The flame whipped back and forth trying to free itself from the wick. As he finished chanting he dropped the candle into the bucket setting the rags ablaze, he stepped out of the circle. Millie tripped over her feet as she attempted to run for the door. Her body thudded to the floor. The bucket shook; the fire roared an unearthly sound, a long skinny arm reached up from the flames, then another arm, then a head, a small round head much like an infant’s. Soon a full, long body was born from the bucket of flaming cloth. The thing stood up only reaching four feet, its arms stretched to about six. It turned its head from Millie to Daniel while making a strange creaking sound. It rushed at Daniel but an invisible force field held it in place. Like a predator Daniel staked around the circle. Millie was so focused on the creature she didn’t notice Daniel sneak up behind her. He wrapped his hands around her neck, and pulled her into the circle. The creature screeched, drooled dripped down its face dangling off its chin. It charged her with eyes filled with hunger; it sank rows of tiny sharp teeth into her. Millie screamed as the creature ripped her apart like she was plate of beef. Daniel chuckled quietly to himself as he pulled on his penis getting it erect once more. The creature worked fast, ripping her to nothing but bone, then it passed out. Sleeping like it just ate an entire Thanksgiving turkey. Daniel re-entered the circle, his penis fully hard. He kneeled down, he slumped the creature over, its ass in the air. He spit a healthy amount of saliva into his palm and lubed himself up. Then he forced his way into the creature, thrusting hard, his eyes gleamed with pure ecstasy as he rammed hard until releasing deep into the creature’s body.