Hi
This is my first story in this category, I originally posted this in non consent/reluctance as one off but now have decided to do some subsequent chapters and feel erotic horror is a better fit. This story is told from multiple points of view, the name of which appears before their section.
Chapter two was submitted the same day and should be close by.
Cheers
CharlieB4
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Sue:
She sat cross legged, naked in front of the mirror brushing her hair. It was an evening ritual that stretched back to her teenage years. As she brushed she studied her reflection, not a teenager anymore.
Some lines had appeared, particularly in the last twelve months. It was just under twelve months since she had sat and listened with her partner as they were informed he would be dead inside twelve months. The year had passed slowly, she had felt in limbo. Impotent, unable to help, merely able to watch as he went through the agony of his death sentence.
When the end had finally come, she had been guilty at the sense of relief as well as the sorrow.
After the funeral she had retreated to the cabin in the mountains they had obtained two years before. It was nestled in the pines just below the snow line. They had renovated it themselves, upgrading the living quarters and adding a studio basement for them to practice their craft. Unfortunately they had only got to spend three short months there together before they had to return to the city.
Away from the limelight she had worked through the grief and loss. Gradually she had rebuilt her life to the point he felt she was ready to face the world again and she was planning a trip back to the city in two weeks time.
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Steve:
Why the hell did they build a jail on the other side of this damn mountain!
Constable Steve Hautann was driving his patrol car to Mt Hutt Correctional Facility up the winding mountain pass. It had stopped snowing but it still made the the road a slushy mess.
In the back were two inmates that had been in the local lock up after court appearances. An influx of bikers had the sheriff worried that he needed the lock up empty before the weekend. Hence this trip to take these guys to Mt Hutt.
Normally I don't mind doing this drive but not at night, especially a Friday night, even worse with the bad weather on the mountain. Anyway I was almost there, another ten minutes and I should be turning into the high steel gates. My two charges had been silent in the back, hand cuffed and shackled to the floor. There was one tall skinny kid who was a short timer in for break and enter and assault. The other guy was older, thick set and covered in tattoos. He was a bad arse, in for rape and murder. He was half way through a twenty year stretch and the police prosecutor was keen to add another ten to that.
I know you should never relax while driving and as I was sliding towards the tree and time seemed to be slowing down I wondered if I could have done something different. I had seen the deer in my peripheral vision a split second before it charged onto the road. My dad's voice came back to me.
"Don't brake, better to hit the fucker than slide off the road!"
Unfortunately I had braked, I missed the deer but ended up in an uncontrolled slide. I was off the road and into the slush, fighting to get some control. I saw the tree and knew I was in trouble. My door was heading straight for it, I put the pedal to the metal hoping that the wheels may grip and get me back on the road but to no avail. I braced for impact but I hadn't seen the low branch heading for my window. Before the car hit the tree it had broken the window and pierced my neck. In that instant I knew I was fucked I mumbled sorry to myself, then the car hit the tree and I thought no more.
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Tim:
I had been sleeping when I heard the cop swear as the car started sliding. I didn't know what was happening then suddenly we broadsided a tree off the side of the road. I was thrown across the back seat towards Big Kev, however the shackles stopped me from ending up on his lap. Initially I was dazed but as I got my senses back I took in the scene inside the squad car.
The cop was dead, a branch had penetrated the side of his neck and was now protruding out his throat. Blood still came out the wound and ran down his shirt. From the angle of his head I think his neck was broken as well. Big Kev was out to it, it looked like his head had hit the window hard. Blood trickled from his temple but he was breathing steadily. The car was still running its lights pointing back towards the road.
My wrists and ankles hurt from the wrench of the cuffs in the crash but when I looked down it appeared that the bar I was shackled to the floor with was loose. I lifted my hands and it definitely moved so I began alternating between lifting it up with my hands and stamping back down on it with my feet. Just when I thought it wasn't going to budge it gave and I was free. Well almost, I was still hand cuffed and in the back seat but the barrier between the front and the back had been knocked askew in the accident. I lifted my feet and began kicking at it until it broke off completely. Reaching over the front seat I got the keys to the cuffs from the dead cops pocket and now I was free.
I was about to bale out when a hand closed over my arm.
"You weren't thinking of leaving me here were you Timmy?" Big Kev said menacingly.
"No! No! Of course not Kev." I replied quickly.
I undid his cuffs and shackles then got out my door. He slid across and exited the same way.
"How long before someone comes looking for us? I asked feeling the cold now I was out of the car.
"Probably an hour but we will be long gone by then." Kev replied as he open the front door of the squad car.
