Flesh Eaters

Simon Says

Chapter 26 - Simon Says

*Murphy's POV*

I watch him, the leader, walk away and enter his tent leaving me alone in the chair.

My skin crawls as I strain against the metal clasps restraining my arms. My mind races with the possible out comes that lay before me. What could he be getting? Is he leaving me to suffer against the splinters for an hour or two? Nah, it's gotta be something more sinister. This mans hardly human, he hasn't shown a bit of passion since we've met him.

I saw what he did to Baird, don't know how but I can guess. Maybe he was struck with fists but I doubt it was that easy. Torture is never done easy.

Minutes tick by before I realize the women, Halie, is still here watching me. I study her as she watches me with cold eyes. She still wears the grey hoodie we first saw her in along with a pair of worn blue jeans. Now with her hood down I can fully see her narrow face. She appears pale with her long, dark, ebony hair and grey eyes. She has a slender hourglass figure. I'd imagine she could've been a model before all this.

As I squirm in the chair trying to escape the splinters, her lips twist up into a grin.

"Is the chair getting the best of you," she asks as she slinks over. She moves quickly but with a graceful sense of purpose. I keep silent at she moves behind me. She stands close enough for me to feel her body heat radiating off of her.

"I can make the pain go away," she says as she rests her hands on my shoulders. Her hands begin to slide down across my chest. "Course, you'd have to give me something in return," she whispers in my ear.

My muscles involuntary tense in response to her touch. I clench my jaw shut and stare straight ahead.
"Cat got your tongue," she breathes onto my neck as her fingers play with my shirt. I can almost hear the grin in her voice.

Refusing to play whatever game she has in mind I remain silent. She circles around me, keeping one hand on my chest. I glare up at her as she poses in front of me.

"Either tell me what the hell ya' want or get outta' here," I growl.

Her grin grows into more of a devilish smirk. She moves closer and straddles my legs. "You're so naive, Murphy."

I ignore the biting pokes from the splinters and lean farther back in the chair, attempting to distance myself from her as much as possible. "There ain't no way I'm givin' ya' anything like that," I say as I realize what she's hinting at.

Her smirk falters slightly but still she continues to climb up me. "Murphy," she whispers into my ear, "Don't let yourself be denied from something you know you want. It's one of humans most basic needs."

She moves to kiss me but I turn away quickly. Her silky lips end up placing a wet kiss on my jaw.

"Get the fuck off," I growl and struggle against the metal clasps. If my hands were free I'd give her a good shove.

In response she slips a cold hand under my shirt, "don't worry I will, get off." Her hand crawls up my stomach and back down.

I grit my teeth in annoyance and anger as she begins to tug my shirt up while placing small kisses along my collarbone. I push myself farther back in the chair and feel the splinters break skin.

"Let's get you off first," she says as she makes her way down to my belt. Slowly she begins to unlatch it before she gently tugs it loose. Next she moves on to my pants button and zipper.

Now I've never hit a women before, let alone kicked one, but I believe that I had all rights in this situation. Just as she begins to tug my pants I lash out and plant a kick right in her ribs. She falls backward, grasping at anything she can to stop herself from hitting the ground but fails.