Virgil

The key wielder fumbled at the lock for some time until they succeeded, the door finally swinging open to reveal Virgil whose face broke into a wide grin at the sight of his captive.

Lisa stiffened as the man watched her in silence, then realised that he was probably scared too. Maybe not scared exactly, but he wanted this to go a certain way and he was afraid of messing it up. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage, especially while his crafty old mother was not around.

"Hey... love." Lisa called to him softly, coaxing him a step closer, "You're back. I got so lonely, here all by myself..." she opened her legs to him, flashing him her sodden mess of a cunt before pressing her knees together, trying to tease him, to lure him into a false move. She just needed to get one hand free and she could get out... she knew it.

Virgil remained at the foot of the bed seeming to loom over her ominously as she tried to wile him with her charms, but he didn't seem to be taking the bait. In fact, rather than attempt to come any closer, to speak with her, Virgil simply grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart, spreading her wide. He released one foot, freeing up a hand to unbuckle his pants and that was when Lisa struck, kicking out at his head violently. She made solid contact, her heel crushing into what felt like his temple and she saw him stagger backwards into the wall, groaning loudly as he remained there for some time before slumping to the floor.

Lisa was unable to see the fallen man, bound as she was so she began to work the rope again, trying desperately to loosen the knot but still it wouldn't give. She fell silent, listening intently but she heard nothing, no grunts, not even breathing coming from Virgil.

He must be really hurt... she thought to herself, what would Alma do to her for that? The old woman was clearly crazy and and so in love with her only son it was disturbing. Fuck! She tugged on her bonds some more but eventually had to simply wait.

Dread filled her as she finally heard footsteps approaching and saw lantern light growing stronger outside the open door. Alma was coming. She held her breath as Alma became visible, spotting Virgil immediately and holding the lamp over him,"Son..." she asked softly, her voice full of worry. "Virgil, what's wrong?" She dropped to her knees, the lamp clattering down beside her as she inspected him then after a long pause she muttered. "No... no!" a strained cry escaped her throat as she stood, then threw back her head and wailed, "Nooooooooooooo!"

Lisa remained silent as the scene unfolded before her, the old woman's reaction confirming her worst fears as to Virgil's fate, the lantern light casting Alma's ominous shadow against the back wall illuminating the how of it. From the wall jutted a long, rusty nail that was caked in blood and gore which also trailed down the wall to where Virgil lay. Evidently, staggering from Lisa's kick, the man had fallen back and driven the spike deep into his skull before losing consciousness and bleeding out. The cowgirl shuddered in silence at the revelation, not wanting to alert Alma to her presence. All the wishing in the world couldn't save her though, as once Alma had screamed and sobbed and cursed herself hoarse, she stood and raised the lantern over Lisa's bound form, the old woman's eyes wild with fury, accentuated by the shadowy light cast over her face.

"You! You did this you wench! Harlot! Whore!" screamed Alma, her stare so intense Lisa becan to cry.

"No... no, please... Alma." Lisa began but was quickly cut off.

"Silence!" roared the old woman, her ferocity causing butterflies to erupt in Lisa's stomach as genuine mortal fear crept through her, making her skin crawl.

"You'll pay for this wench," growled Alma, "Just you wait. You will rue the day you were born missy." she spat before returning to Virgil, placing the lantern on the floor and slowly, painfully starting the process of removing her dead son's body from the room.

The process was indeed slow and painful, Lisa **** to listen to Alma's strained efforts, every choked sob and anguished curse. All the while the cowgirl lay in silent terror, knowing her life as she knew it was over. So terrified was Lisa that it was not until hours later, long after Alma had left she realised she had wet herself and was laying in a cold wet puddle of her own waste, trembling in fear.