Edward Lee - The Chosen

Restaurant manager VeraAbbot has come to The Inn to embark on the job of her dreams. Butfrom the day she arrives, her dream turns into a harrowingnightmare. She hears strange footsteps, sees faceless figures inthe dead of nightand is tormented by erotic dreams in which ahideous stranger makes love to her.

The past never dies. It only sleeps,waiting to unleash a new cycle of bloodshed and terror. For The Innis a breeding ground for unspeakable atrocities. And now the timehas come for Vera to be initiated into its secret world ofdepravity and horrorwhether she wants toor not!

THE CHOSEN

By Edward Lee

Smashwords Edition

Necro Publications

2012

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THE CHOSEN

1993, 2012 by Edward Lee

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For Jasmine Sailing

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The author, though in debt to many,would like to particularly thank the following coolpeople: Adele Leone; John Scognamiglio; Doug Clegg;Jack Ketchum; and Chara Mattingly (for all the greatnames!).

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PROLOGUE

Zyra withdrew the ice pick from themans throat. Her big eyes widened, sparkling. Sheloved to watch them bleed out.

Ooo, lover, she whispered. Thatssweet.

The naked body thrashed between herlegs. Zyra leaned over and pinned him down, to watchhis death throes more closely. Each raving beat of his heartemitted a thin jet of blood from the puncture, most ofwhich shot up onto her breasts. Shed timed it justrightshe liked irony: the points of three matrixesall touching at the same precise moment. It seemed togive the deed more meaning. It seemed to give ittruth.

Come on, baby, shed said earlierwhen theyd come in. Adump, she thought, glancing around. Lamplightblazed to reveal smudges on the walls; the roomsmelled of grease and old fried food. From a darkvelvet portrait, Elvis sneered.

The redneck burped, fascinated as hepawed her impeccable physique. Zyra kicked out of herjeans, peeled off her top, and then hauled his pantsoff. She felt excited and hot. She straddled himright there on the tacky do-it-yourself carpettiles.

Thats right, baby. You just lay backand let Zyra make you feel real good.

He beer-burped again, struggling underher to get out of his flannel shirt. Crooked teethshowed through his grin as he looked up. You shoregot yourself one hell of a killer bod,hon.

Killer bod,she reflected. She couldve laughed.

Oh, yeahyeah, the guy beganblabbering; Zyra promptly reached around and insertedhim into herself. Not verybig, she lamented. In her line of work,of course, she was used to much bigger, but hed do.This was business, after all.

Her spread buttocks slid down,deepening the meager penetration. She thought ofriding motorcycles as she leaned forward and ran herhands over his hairy, fat-layered chest.

Good gawd, hon. His eyes bulged inludicrous ecstasy. A ball of lint filled his navel.You shores shit feel good. Aint had me a scrap likethis in a coons age.

A coons age?She massaged his fatty pectorals as though theywere breasts, while her own breasts swayed before hisstupid, cross-eyed, redneck face. Poorlittlelover, she thought. Hewouldnt last long; they never did with Zyra. Thatsit, baby, thats it, she cooed.

His big rough fingers fiddled with hernipples. They plucked and pinched. His hips began totremor; his face looked like a twisted balloon.Not yet, she commandedherself. He began to groan. Then

Now.

Zyras climax released in a burst ofvivid, hot spasms, when she felt the rednecks ownclimax unleash. Ooooooo, shethought.

Thats when she jammed the ice pick into histhroat.

He attempted to scream but succeededonly in gargling. Zyra smiled and held him downshewas a strong woman. He bucked beneath her like ajust-gelded mule.

From the tiny puncture, the streams ofblood emitted with a considerable velocityit remindedher of a squirt gun. Squirt,squirt, squirt, on and on. This bizarresynchronicity fascinated her: his ejaculation exitingin time with his blood

Ready for my surprise? shewhispered. This was not a reference to the ice pickasif that werent surprise enough!but just anotheraspect of her demented lust. Werent writers alwayswriting about sex and death? Zyra viewed this as aliterarypursuitto further herorgasms as uniquely as possibleduring the finalconvulsions of his life.

It seemed thrillingly perverse!

When she was done, she whispered,Hope it was as good for you as it was forme.

She leaned up. Blood dripped off hernipples. On a silly impulse she placed both hands inthe center of the rednecks chest and pushed down once very hard.A thread-thin stream of blood launched out of histhroat and shot across the room. Wow! Zyra thought. The blood drew ahigh line along the wall and hit Elvis in the eye.

Id love to stay and chat, baby, butIm afraid its bye-bye time for you. She jammed theice pick deep into the base of his skull and jiggledit around. The redneck stiffened once, gurgled a finalobjection, then died.

Muffled thumps beat from the bedroom.Zyra smiled when she heard the stifled shrieks. Lemiwas in there taking care of the rednecks littlegirlfriend. Theyd come onto them at the bar, somefrowzy hole called the Crossroads. Peanut shellscarpeted the sticky floor; a country and western bandineptly twanged chords from the stage. We allsswingers, the redneck had offered after the second pitcher ofCarling. How bout yawl? Think ya might like ta comeback ta our place fer a little partyin? Sounds goodto me, Zyra had said. Sure, Lemi hadsaid.

And it was plumb one rat nass party,Zyra now mocked. She was always talking to herself, or todead people. Thank ya much, yawl. She saunterednude into the bedroom. Lemis muscles tensed as hewrapped duct tape around the girls mouth. Hedalready tied her hands behind her back. Christ, Zy.You sure made a mess of yourself. Get cleaned up, willyou? Weve got to pop this blow stand.

Zyra shook her head. Itsblow this pop stand, Lemi. Get your quipsright.

He glanced up from the girls shaggedhead. Whats a quip?

So stupid,Zyra concluded. All men were. Her pretty bare feet leftscarlet footprints to the bathroom. She showeredquickly, turning her face and breasts into the coolspray. Blub, blub, blubbye, she gestured, andwatched the rednecks blood swirl down the crustydrain.

She put her clothes back on as Lemiinspected the girl, who hed lain out on the bed. Heappraised her meticulously, like a housewife fussingover which melon was the ripest at the Safeway. Hmm,he considered. He rubbed some of her mousy lank blondhair between his fingers. What a rats nest. Were gonna have todo something with this. Then he patted herbuttocks. And Ive seen better asses, thats for damnsure.

Quit complaining, Zyra scolded,buttoning her fancy inlaid blouse. Were lucky tohave her at all.

And look how skinny she isChrist!Lemi turned her over, frowning. Practically just skinand bones.

Well get some meat onher.

Hope so. He gave one of her breastsa squeeze, and seemed more satisfied. Decent pair oftits, though, for such a lightweight. Firm He pattedher pubis. Nice bush, too.