A body in the snow

Fortitude Millner's face turned white. This was not possible - absolutely not possible!

Mary Ferguson smiled and flicked a couple of twigs out of her hair. "Hello, Fortitude. You look like you seen a ghost."

Fortitude's knees went weak. The last time he saw Mary she'd been lying nude in the snow up by Nelson's pond, color draining out of her body along with her blood. For that matter, her head had been a good foot from her neck. He'd always wanted her, even despite the silly and blasphemous things she'd said about not even being interested in boys. But it was just like the angel had said to him; she'd do anything he wanted, and she did. She'd taken every blessing he could give her when he drove her out there.

But then she'd started screaming. She screamed about how he'd ripped her, and how she was going to tell the police and put him and all his whole family in jail for being in seschis pervertis or some other legal thing. Her pa was a lawyer and she'd picked up the lingo. But there was no way his family was going to jail for nothing, so he did what had to be done. He'd taken the axe...

He was just a bit ashamed about what he did next, but her severed torso was so cute lying there he'd had to put his seed in it even as it got cold.

Amor sat on a log staring. "And you thought the sheep was bad?"

Discordia held her forehead with splayed fingers. "Just when you thought humans couldn't get any sicker..."

They watched the Millner boy have his way with the girl's corpse, then get in his pickup and drive back towards town.

"Well, I guess that ends this string of the game."

"No it doesn't; help me gather these body parts."

The god and goddess gathered all the bits together and fit them to each other like pieces of a gruesome jigsaw puzzle. Amor used his bow to shoot a wolf that had wandered too close, then dragged its body over. The pair held up the animal and bled it into the human's mouth; as the last drop of blood hit her tongue she gasped, coughed, and sat up.

"Where in Sam Hill am I?" said Mary. "And why am I nakies?"

She blinked a few times and looked at the dead wolf, the bloody snow, and the bits of torn clothing - her torn clothing. As she thought about it things came back. Getting into Fortitude Millner's truck even though she couldn't stand him. Being brought up here and doing things she swore she'd never even do with her husband if daddy had **** her to get married. Screaming at him that he was an incestuous pervert and a ****. And an axe-wielding maniac. She even remembered the indecency of him **** her again after she was dead.

I was dead? If I was dead, how come I'm sitting here freezing my pubies off in a snowbank? And where did the dead wolf come from?

Like any child of the Great Depression, Mary knew practical matters had to come first; she may have been dead before, but she was alive now. She had to find something to cover herself with and keep her warm. She could only find one shoe and half a sock, so those were out. But a couple of pieces of her dress were big enough to make foot wraps, and there was that dead wolf. The claws should be sharp enough to skin it...

An hour or so later she was wearing a furry and slightly bloody wolf-skin breast band and rough skirt, and had cotton foot covers that kept out the worst of the cold: serviceable for 20 degrees (Fahrenheit) if not the best. Now to get back home. Ten miles in the snow was going to be a long walk, but she had to let Elizabeth know she was okay. Oh, and Daddy too. Her girlfriend Liz's warm body wrapped around hers and warm hands touching her in all the sensitive places would be the perfect way to take her mind off that lecherous hypocritical murdering bastard. Payback could come later.

As she loped down the road she heard the singing of the winter birds and imagined soft words in their calls. Any lover, any deed, any once. Pass it on.

Amor finished jacking off against a tree. Any animal that came within five feet of it for the next couple of weeks was going to have quite a surprise in spring. Hopefully the humans wouldn't think too much of talking squirrels.

"So, what did you think?" asked Discordia.

"Very satisfying."

"I meant the girl. We did a good job putting her back together."

"That we did, though she's going to have quite a surprise at the next full moon."