Thud!
Thud! The hammer hit the spike and it went further through his wrist
and into the wooden railway sleeper. Anto screamed loudly and O’Neill
said “No one to hear Anto! Sticky fingers Anto? Sticky with blood
this time not my dope. You robbed me. You put a consignment at risk
by running away:”
This was a good trip
the girl decided, better than the usual buzz, as she looked on with
both horror and fascination.
Horror, that Anto
was getting this punishment for just feckin' a few grams of dope, and
fascination at the scene before her.
Anto screaming and
struggling on his back on the railway sleeper: between the tracks,
crucified by that one spike through his left wrist, his legs trashing
and banging on the gravel, his free arm trying to push the big man
off, as each blow drove the spike deeper into the wood and broke his
tendons, burst his veins and scraped his bones.
Her shouts and her
moans, at the orgasm crashing through her, were drowned out by his
screams and the crash of the hammer blows.
She had come before
when Anto hit her a dig as he came and she cried dig me again, dig me
again Anto, harder, harder, again. But never crashing, spasms like
this. The next one not waiting for the previous one to finish, on and
on, damp, and breath taking and knee trembling.
Wave after wave,
pounding on, as the blood spurted and Anto groaned and the sweat, she
was sure it would be cold sweat, ran off his face and mingled with
the blood pool, on the in-fill stones, between the train rails.
Almost silence, the
hammering outside had stopped. Inside her heart still pounded, her
breath gasping air, gulping to draw some more into her lungs.
She fell to her
knees, collapsing onto her side. Anto moaned and sobbed,. She thought
he was trying to say stop, but only sobs of pain came out from his
mouth, bloody also now where he had bitten his tongue and dug his
teeth into his lips, red rich, foaming, bubbly blood.
The big man stood
up, panting, out of breath. Slowly, with menace, he spoke to Anto.
“The next time I will kill you. Find some hole and crawl into it
and hope that I don’t fall in on top of you some night. OK!”
He turned towards
her, took her left hand and placed it on the cold rail. She tried to
struggle free but he held her tight forcing her down with his body
weight, digging his groin into her back, she could feel her nipples
harden against the cold stones.
“You fucked up as
well. Now you will have to work for your fixes, now that this
shaggers free supply is gone. Just to remind you though!”
She saw him start to
raise the hammer. He crashed the hammer down crushing her middle
fingers onto the rail.
As the pain hit her
befuddled brain she realized, this is real, this is not another trip,
she screamed and still screaming fainted.
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