Blazing Owl Short Horror: Psychopathic Revenge, by Blaze McRob, is a Zombie tale that is not the usual Zombie virus story. Zane might have a rather hearty appetite for human flesh, but he's no mindless buffoon. He's a thinker, and what he thinks about is revenge: cold, calculated revenge. Read the teaser below and you'll see what I mean.
Blaze McRob
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They pry a couple of loose boards away from the door frame in back and make their way into the building, pushing away the matted cobwebs, and sliding around on some of the fresher rat shit all over the floor.
"Damn it, Herb!" she shouts. "What kind of a place did you bring me into? Is this what you call a romantic hide-a-way? If you think you're going to get any pussy from me in here, you're one delusional son-of-a-bitch!"
"C'mon, Lola, it's not that bad; not in the balcony anyway. Besides, who would have the balls to come in here and nose around in the dark?"
"Yeah, we're the only intelligent ones with guts. There'll be no orgies held in here tonight. Just you and me. I can hardly wait to have my ass slide around on the slime. To anyone else that might be a moment breaker. But not to you."
"That's my girl. I knew you'd come around."
"Come around, my ass! I'm getting the fuck out of here. I'd rather screw a snake in a septic tank."
"Tell you what: let me check out the balcony area as long as we're here. If it's as bad as the rest of the joint, we'll leave. If not, maybe you'll reconsider."
"And I'm supposed to wait right here for you? I don't think so!"
"It's safer here than outside alone."
That's the only thing Herb's said tonight that has made any sense, not that she wants to wait down here. "Okay, I'll wait right here. I have my light. You better have one of your own because I'm not giving mine up."
"Fair enough."
He works his light slowly across the floor in front of him, wishing now he'd gotten a larger one at the hardware store and climbs the semi-spiral to the balcony. Shining his light on the floor, he finds thick carpeting, and when he gets down on his hands and knees, he discovers the whole area to be immaculate: dry to the touch, with no signs of anything like they walked through downstairs.
"Come here, Lola!" he hollers as he runs down the stairs so fast he misses one and takes a tumble. He reaches for the wall and the railing but is repulsed by a sudden over-powering stench. An enormous shadow looms over him, becoming smaller as it gets closer, ever closer to him.
A face, if one can call it a face, emerges from the shadow, and smiles down at him, not saying a word, just sneering at him, goading him to do anything. Herb reaches up and pulls at the face, shrinking back when his hands jerk back filled with loose flesh.
Before Herb can utter a sound, the creature springs forward and tears out his vocal chords. The young man is silent as his protagonist consumes him alive, enjoying the delights of having him twitch within his grip.
Lola can hear a ruckus in the area of the balcony but is too far away to tell what it is. What's wrong? Herb was excited just moments ago and now . . .
Steps! Steps are coming towards her. They're in no hurry; they're slow and deliberate.
"Who's there!"
More steps. Faint breathing.
"Herb! Is that you? Are you okay?"
The breathing becomes heavier, albeit labored, and the steps almost sound like one leg is hesitant, maybe even dragging behind the other one.
Lola backs towards the door. Something is wrong: she needs out of here!
She reaches the door, but as she tries to pull her way out through the opening, long, sinewy hands reach up and grab her, pulling her back in. In too much shock to put up much resistance, she almost willingly accepts the beasts intrusions on her body as he tears her clothing off her body and has his way with her, inserting his rotting but still rock hard dick deep inside her while eating her breasts as she spasmodically flails about.
Fortunately for Lola, it is over in a hurry as the beast gets too zealous and oversteps the boundaries of what constitute sexual gratification and dietary needs. Her lifeless body is still in the clutches of her captor, but she feels no more pain.
Zane rises up for a bit. There is no need for immediate cleaning up in here. This is his domain. He is its Lord and Master.
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BLAZING OWL SHORT HORROR BY BLAZE MCROB offers lots of chills packed in a few pages that will sweep you into his bizarre and macabre world whenever you have a few minutes to read. Blaze is always working on stories that will chill you to the core. Be on the lookout for them!
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