Week 6 – Day 6 - A True Villain

Todd Johnson

By now that fucker is probably squealing. Grace was no rabbit. This land has turned her into a wolf. She was hardened. Grace would peel his fingernails and make him sing. I smiled from ear to ear. Jimmy and I were now on the field where that cunt’s bunker was. We had just come from Great City Mall and met two Mormon women and their daughters there who traded us some food and water for some supplies, some bandages, and spare bullets. Decent folk still exist in this world, unlike that huge prick who is now probably missing a few teeth thanks to Grace.

I approached the huge steel bunker doors. The scratch marks where I placed my shotgun shells into had disappeared. That’s strange.

I pressed the huge buzzer on the intercom.

“Gracey? You there?” Jimmy asked.

No response.

“Grace, it’s us. We’re back.” I said.

“Oh, James! Hello Todd!” Grace said. It sounded like she was out of breath like she had been exercising.

“Gracey, open the door,” Jimmy said.

More panting came through the intercom.

“Adam said you both looked-“ Grace said and panted. “Oh my god, please don’t stop. Adam, I got to talk to my husband and his friend, please… Oh god.”

Jimmy’s eyes were flaring. “Gracey, what’s going on?”

“Oh sorry about that, like I said Adam said you both look diseased and angry, so he wants to quarantine you guys outside. He said you are welcomed to live in his house… Oh, fuck me… please don’t stop.” Grace was now moaning loudly and panting heavily into the microphone. More “fucks” and “gods” came out.

“Adam said you’ll be safe in his house for now, but he can’t risk” pant “you coming in spreading your disease. I’m sorry, honey. Adam left you some supplies there.” Grace said and then continued moaning. Her words and garbled sentences become a mix of cursing and Adam’s and God’s names and cry to not stop.

“Gracey! Goddamnit! What’s he doing to you in there!” Jimmy screamed.

I stared in horror. It was happening again. This time my brain could at least process it.

“Just go to Adam’s house. It’ll be safe there, for now, he says it's best for you to be quarantined. We’ll see you again when you guys get better.” Grace said again breathlessly. “Maria, please get off Adam’s face and come say goodbye to your stepfather.”

“Bye, Jimmy! We’ll see you again when you guys get better.” Maria said and then resumed moaning.

Defeated we withdrew. We walked towards Adam’s house where the promised supplies were intending on burning this whole goddamn neighborhood down. I tried to console Jimmy, who was speechless at this point. We entered his large living room and stared in horror once again. The living room was entirely filled with Polaroids taped to the walls and furniture.

I picked one up. It had Adam smiling over the camera with a peace sign on top of my wife, his hips attached to hers. Another had a POV shot of a some man’s gigantic penis in front of Jill’s and Tracy’s face, they both had their tongues on each side of it and had wide smiles on their faces. Yet another had Grace sitting on Adam’s lap with her legs spread out with her ass gaping with white liquid coming out while Maria’s head had popped from the side and Maria had her mouth on Adam’s cock. More and more degrading and humiliating pictures, just pictures everywhere.

We left the pack of water and other food items he had left us there. Not speaking to each other and just walking as far into the horizon as possible.