Sex and Murder Magazine

By Allen Huntsman

"Look at the town below, Suzy. It looks like a giant jewelry box. It's amazing," Jeffery said.

Suzy clambered behind him warily, strategically placing her every step because Jeffery told her to be careful.

"Some of these volcanic rocks could slice your foot," he had said.

Hiking at night made it especially hard, but Jeffery insisted that they go at night. He said he wanted a view of the lit up town. Of course she wasn't quite sure what view he wanted most. The outfit he persistently pushed her to wear, a black blouse that cut low at her bosom, allowed an eye-filling view of her cleavage. For now, she kept her jacket zipped up and wrapped tightly around them, protecting them from the cold and Jeffery's anxious eyes.

When she had gotten into his car earlier that evening, his eyes had been glued on them, constantly peering over like two little mischievous children playing a game of peek-a-boo. The third time he had peeked at them was when she had zipped up her leather jacket.

"What are you looking at?" she had said.

Jeffery had chuckled. "You just looked cold, that's all."

"I am." She folded her arms and huffed.

"Are we almost there yet?" Suzy whined, sighing afterwards, a hard brusque sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, we are. Aren't you enjoying the view, though? I mean look at it. It's beautiful. Don't you think? Huh? Don't you-"

He tripped, crying out when he hit the rock floor.

"Jeffery!" Suzy yelled. "Are you okay!? Oh, my God. Did you hurt yourself!?" He didn't reply, which made her feel nervous. In the faint moonlight all she could see was the white outline of his shoulders, twitching and writhing.

"Yeah," he said, "I'm fine…I just hit my knee."

"Did you slice it?!"

She imagined dreadful scenes of her struggling to lug Jeffery down the mountain. She saw herself leaving him behind while she went to get help. He reached out for her, crying with a rasping weak voice for her to come back.

I can't do that! she thought, I just couldn't!

Jeffery hopped to his feet.

"I'm fine. Honestly. Let's go."

He smiled. His beard sparkled silver in the faint moonlight. She hated the thought of kissing him with his beard silvery like that. The hairs looked very sharp, as if thin metal blades were growing out of his skin. She shook her head wearily and tried not to think about it.

"Why are you smiling like that?" she said.

"Why are you being such a bum?" he replied, smiling bigger.

"Bum!? I'm no bum! What the hell does that mean, Jeffery?!"

He laughed loudly, almost grotesquely.

"It doesn't mean a damn thing. Come on, let's continue, shall we?"

He grabbed her hand and pulled her along. She felt her stomach twist in nervous knots and her conscious screamed you're with a reckless idiot! But no, she carried on with him, scampering over the volcanic rocks. Wherever they were going, Jeffery had been excited about it all week. He wouldn't tell her what they would be doing, but she had plenty of hints. She wasn't stupid, like she figured Jeffery assumed her to be. She didn't like the idea of being alone with him in the dark. She had a feeling she'd regret it…like the last time.

Jeffery's charming humor is what had compelled her to come. He would always talk like some action movie star. Sylvester Stallone was her personal favorite imitation. He always imitated the scene of a battered and beaten Rocky calling out for Adrian, except Jeffery would yell out Suzy instead, and then he'd hug her and tell her he loved her. At the moment it always seemed like they were in love too. She wondered if Jeffery truly meant what he said during those moments, or if he was just simply jesting.

Not knowing how Jeffery truly felt made Suzy confused and confusion mixed with love, twisting that loving feeling until the reaction created anger and anger turned out more confusion. Her grandfather once told her that passion was a reckless thing. During those moments of disquieting anger and confusion, she full-heartedly agreed with her grandfather.

The serrated rock floor came to an end and they trampled over smooth dirt ground where occasionally Suzy felt her pants scrape against sage brush.

"We're almost there, Suzy, I promise, just about thirty more feet." He giggled, making her excited.

She felt that blossoming feeling of what she thought was love warming the center of her bosom.

During their first date she had felt that warm, excited feeling, only it was much more powerful, like a magnetic beam had drawn her to him, a magnetic beam that could make her glow.

Glowing described her very well in those situations with Jeffery. Her cheeks would flush red and her eyes would bloom wide and bright like sparkling firecrackers. They went to a movie on their first date.

Jeffery had asked what movie she would prefer to see, but she was so be-dazzled she simply said, "I don't care," and giggled, giving him her glimmering, yearning stare. "We'll see whatever you want."

They ended up viewing Bruce Willis's new Die Hard movie. Afterwards she actually felt she could watch it again as long as Jeffery was with her. At the time his facial hair was finely trimmed and she found it extremely attractive. The way his eyes always looked squinted and sleepy she thought was ridiculously cute.

Later that night they parked in the vacant local grocery store parking lot. Jeffery imitated Bruce Willis, saying the various jokes from the movie. Suzy laughed hysterically. One thing led to another, passion driving them all the way, and suddenly Suzy found herself with her shirt off and Jeffery's sweaty hands gripping her waist. He panted as he gnawed at her neck.

"I love you," she had said.

He responded by nibbling at her ear.

Sex was finished in ten minutes.

Afterwards was when the confusion began for Suzy. She felt wounded in a rueful way, and it made her think of a small rabbit her and her older brother had found in the backyard when they were younger. Her brother had stabbed it with his pocket knife and they both watched it squirm on the ground. She remembered feeling sick watching the rabbit die-sick and very afraid. It embarrassed her to think that what Jeffery had done to her was similar to what her brother had done to that rabbit.

During sex, she had sat on Jeffery's lap in the back seat and he lifted her legs up toward her head which made her calf muscles burn, causing her to squirm.

"Stop squirming," Jeffery had said once.

That's when the thought of the dying rabbit first came to her mind. Her older brother, after he had stabbed the rabbit, said something along the lines of, "Whoa, it looks crazy squirming like that, huh, Suzy?"

Did I look crazy while having sex with Jeffery? Suzy stayed up that entire night thinking such thoughts. Did I look stupid? Was I doing it wrong?

They came to a drooping cedar tree.

"Here we are," Jeffery said aloud. He giggled.

"This is it?" Suzy whispered.

"Yeah, right here."

A worn out holey blanket covered the dirt. He sat down on it and looked up at her, smiling that impish smile of his. His eyes in the moonlight looked radiant and electrified; a disquieting thought came to her that he might just burn a hole in her if he continued to look at her long enough. She turned away and looked at the lit up town in the far eastern horizon.

"What's wrong, Suzy?"

"I don't know," she said. "I just don't…"

"Don't what?"

I don't like you looking at me that way, she wanted to say, but couldn't. Other thoughts contradicted. Oh, god, but it shouldn't bother me. It's good to look attractive. All it means when he looks at me like that is that I'm attractive to Jeffery.

"I don't like it out here. It bothers me," she said.

"Ah, hell, everything bothers you."

She felt two heavy arms fall on her shoulders, slithering down to grab her breasts. She flinched, and felt cold chills stir into a frenzy all over her back.

"Don't," she said. That warm blossoming feeling in her bosom died and a frigid icy feeling replaced it. She grabbed his wrists and pulled, but she couldn't pry his hands off of her.

"Come, lay down with me?" He pulled her backwards. She didn't fight it, although she wanted to. Something always seemed to hypnotize her whenever Jeffery would feel her up, numbing her, arresting her with those frigid chills.

"I don't want to," she whimpered.

"Yeah, you do." He jerked her around, facing him. His beard cut into her tender cheek, making her flinch and shudder. "You always do. Remember, you said that you loved me."

Warm beads of sweat dripped down between her breasts where behind them her heart hammered, increasing still, until it pounded in her ears. He was right. She always did lay with him and let him touch her when he wanted. And she did…she did tell him that she loved him.

Her grandfather's words struck her mind like a hammer pounding a bell. Passion is a reckless thing, Suzy. The thought made her throat tighten up, provoking tears that required all her willpower to hold back.

"I feel sick," she said, not thinking about what she had said. Those were just the words that came slipping off her tongue, like slippery fish in one's hands.

He snickered, and slowly unzipped her leather jacket.

"No you don't. You're just playing some stupid game."

"Jeffery, I'm serious-"

"You're seriously in love with me."

That smile stretched across his face again that made his eyes light up like fire. A muscle in her left shoulder twitched, sending another cold chill slithering down her spine. Jeffery's beard glittered silver in the moonlight like a garbled arrangement of metallic spikes.

Suddenly a strong pressure thrust against her ankle, driving her down hard to the tattered blanket below which served as a poor cushion. Pain flared in her shoulder. She could hear Jeffery's smug laughter above her.

"You have so fallen for me," he said, crouching down in her face, forcing her to endure the sight of his firelight eyes. It didn't take long until a sharp pain struck her head, and she blanked out.

When she awakened, she couldn't see morning on the rise, because she couldn't open her eyes. Her head weighed down with pain. It felt like her brains had been replaced with rocks.

"Jeffery!" she cried out, but she did not receive a response.

She tried to open her eyes again, but her eyelids wouldn't budge. She rubbed her hand against them, but stinging pain made her pull her hand away.

"Jeffery!" she yelled louder, whimpering.

Tears were building behind her closed eyelids-building and building, but she never felt the tears trickle down her cheeks.

"What?" a rasping voice said.

"Jeffery! What is this?!"

"What's what?" Rotten giggles oozed beneath the rasp.

"I can't open my eyes!"

"That's because I sewed them shut."

Fear struck her heart like a lightning bolt, launching her to her feet, knocking her head against something hard and jagged. She wailed in pain and sat back down.

"Yeah-" his voice deepened. "I guess you had a hard time looking at me."

"Why can't I open my eyes, Jeffery!? You didn't sew them shut! You lie!"

Silence seized the surrounding darkness, making her headache pound harder and her eyes sting worse. Then she heard a rustle of leaves and the sound of a rock thud against hard dirt. Something cold and lumpy grabbed her neck, squeezing and rubbing.

She screamed, falling back. In the darkness she thought she'd fall forever. Clusters of prickly objects rubbed against her lips and forehead. She felt the cold, lumpy objects slink down to her chest and yank on her blouse. She flailed her arms, trying to push him, or whatever he had become, away from her, but something gnarled and rough caught and pinned her arms to the ragged blanket she lay upon. Her wrists stung from their forceful plummet to the ground.

"Jeffery Please!!" she screamed.

The sound of her blouse tearing was surprisingly loud now in her finer tuned ears. Something smooth and warm like rubber suctioned itself to her chin and engulfed it, eventually devouring her lips, muffling her screams. Now she could only moan. Those cold, lumpy, and wrinkly appendages stripped away the rest of her blouse, squeezing and grinding her bare breasts. As they ripped off her pants, it made her entire abdomen rise and then crash against the hard ground, knocking the wind out of her. Her moaning breaths became rapid and shallow.

Now she lay entirely naked. The cool morning breeze rushed over her outstretched arms. The ice cold rubbing from one of those things against the inner part of her upper thigh caused a tingling sensation to lightening rod through her vagina, signaling a memory of her mother to flash upon the blank, black screen of her closed eyelids.

It was mother washing her as a child. Whenever mother would clean around Suzy's upper thighs, the rag would wipe across, what mother called, the tender spot. Suzy had always felt a tingle there. At the time the tingle would make her giggle and fold her legs. Mother would smile at her.

That tingling sensation turned to vicious pain as something sharp and bristly impaled the tender spot. She groaned as strongly as the rubber-like seal covering her mouth would allow. Warm liquid poured into her mouth which tasted surprisingly sweet, almost like honey. The sweet taste of the liquid entranced her, enveloping her into a spell of lethargy.

More memories ignited behind her eyes. She saw her mother kneading dough for the preparation of scones. She saw the ripples of golden honey dripping and oozing down the sides of the baked scones. Mother smiled at her.

Like a hard punch in the stomach, she felt breath rush from her lungs. Shooting pains surged throughout her arms. The bristly and cold feelers released her, and the tepid summer breeze embraced her. She could hear the sound of birds chirping, a signal that morning had come.

That nasty voice retched laughter again. Then it said, "You're goanna love your new look, Suzy." Something rough and cold pressed against her eyelids, inducing a stinging pain that forced a shriek out of her. She found herself able to open her eyes. The world around her was a glossy blur.

A distorted brown and white figure loomed in front of her new found view. Rivers of tears coursed down her cheeks, now being released from the opened barrier of her eyelids.

The scene around her began to take focus. The distorted figure standing before her focused and became clear. She looked it up and down. It was structured entirely out of faces piled on top of each other. Most of them were scrunched and warped. One of them had an eyeball poking out of its socket, seeping blood.

Suzy screamed, standing up only to stumble backwards and fall on her butt. Her ragged and bleeding eyes were wide and fearful.

"It's me, Jeffery." all the faces spoke at once, constituting one rasping, muddled voice that sounded like an avalanche of slime and refuse.

"What are you?!" Suzy yelled.

She tried not to look at him, but his magnetic beam kept pulling her gaze back to him.

"Me…? This is the way I'm supposed to look. And now I've made you more befitting for me."

A wave of light suddenly burst from its center, light that matched the brilliance of a sun glare on a mirror. Within that light, she was able to see a reflection of herself. Her mouth dropped open, releasing a choked gasp. The mouth which was clearly growing just below her breasts dropped open as well. Eyes had now replaced her nipples which widened so strongly that the skin surrounding them had turned red. Her entire body sparkled like a polished trophy.

"I'm not such a horrid sight after all, am I?" the rotten voices said from behind the shield of bright light.

She didn't just loath her new form, she was afraid of it. The mouth below her breasts twitched and nibbled. Those emerald colored eyes that now peered out from the ends of her pale breasts dribbled tears. She screamed. The mouth below her breasts opened wide like a cave and bellowed an inhuman, guttural howl.

Suzy fell on her knees and covered up her breasts. She covered up those eyes.

















































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