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“Jesus fuck!” he said. He looked out the window but saw no one outside. It was early afternoon, so there was plenty of daylight but no sign of anyone. He opened the laptop back up. Found the emails and clicked “block user.” There was no point in going to the police. This guy was just a troll. His emails were more interesting than his book had been. Maybe he should have just used those for the story instead of the crap he published. Herbert closed the laptop back up and sat back. Lydia would be home soon, then he could forget about this McDougal nut.
     

Chapter 4
     
         “Look what you did to her! You busted her cooter!” Cletus yelled.
         The girl was still alive, but Marty had somehow ruptured her vagina with the ax handle. Now her vaginal area was bloody and swollen. Marty thought it looked like a big, red cauliflower.
         “It don’t matter. We don’t eat her lady parts,” Marty said.
         “Still. Ma’s not gonna be too happy. She know you been banging the meat out here?”
         “No. She don’t need to know. You ain’t gonna tell her.”
         “The hell I ain’t.” Cletus held up his GoPro and began filming the girl. She was barely conscious and whimpering as he walked around filming her. He knelt down to get a close up of her ruptured cooter.
         “You can’t put this in no movie,” Marty said. “It’ll be X-rated.”
         “This is for my personal collection. Come on, you gonna help? I need to get her ready for dinner tonight.”
         Marty walked over and helped as Cletus undid her restraints. They carried her over the table. Marty carried her legs while Cletus carried her under the arms. They heaved her onto the table which caused her to grunt. She began to stir as Cletus dug around for his tools, and turned around holding a hatchet.
         “Ok,” Cletus said. “You know the drill. Hold her down good.”
         “How come you always get to do the cutting?”
         “Cause I’m the oldest. Ma said it’s my job.”
         “She made that rule when we were twelve. I think I can do the cutting now.”
         “Bullshit. You’re not strong enough.”
         “Just because you’re a big fat ox doesn’t mean I’m weak. I can’t help it you grew so much bigger than me,” Marty argued.
         “I’m not fat. This is muscle.” Cletus said pinching a chunk of fat off his belly.
         “That is fat. That is greasy, gelatinous, artery hardening fat!”
         “Fuck you. You think you can cut? Fine, here.” Cletus tossed the hatchet across the table to Marty. The toss was too hard. Marty had to pull his hand away so as not to catch the thing by the blade.
         “Watch it!” he yelled.
         “Well, quit being a little bitch and get to cuttin’. I don’t mind anyway. I can get this on film. It’ll be funny as shit.”
         Marty awkwardly held the hatchet in his right hand. He took a few practice swings as if he were about to take tee ball batting practice for the first time. The girl began stirring on the table; she moaned as her eyes fluttered open. They went wide once she saw the hatchet as she began screaming and flailing.
         “Stop fuckin’ around and do it!” Cletus yelled, trying to hold her down with one hand, and leaning across her with his body while still filming.
         “Alright, alright,” Marty said as he grabbed a handful of her hair with the left hand. She let out another scream as he swung the hatchet, hitting her in the throat. The blade broke skin but only penetrated a little ways. Blood oozed from her neck as her screams turned to gagging and gurgling.
         “See?” Cletus called out. “You’re fucking it all up!”
         “Shut up. I ain’t done!” Marty said as he took another whack at her neck, this time cutting a little deeper. She twitched and flailed again as he took another whack, and then another. He hacked away at her