Breeder - Redneck

7

I needed to get away from her, to clear my head. Things were changing too rapidly for me and I had no doubt that it was my child now nestled in her womb that had unleashed all these tender feelings towards her. I hadn’t looked this far ahead. That’s what happens when you start shit from a place of anger; it clouds your judgment.

I thought I could breed her take my child and go, destroying her in the process. The anger that had led me to such a decision had lived in me for well over a year before I’d finally taken her. But now, now that she was here, now that I’d had her, my mind was beginning to revolt.

I returned her to the bed and she didn’t even complain when I tied her down again before leaving. I left through the backdoor at ditching the mask, not wanting to run into any of the rescuers. I’d ran into them that first day the morning after she’d first been missed. A few terse words had sent them packing and as expected they’d done some inquiries about the strange man roaming the woods.

I’d foreseen such a thing happening and had already dropped a word in the ear of a close acquaintance, who’d called into the local sheriff and got the dogs off my back. He’d given them a story, a true story though there was a lot missing. All they needed to know was that I’d suffered a great loss and was here to recuperate.

It must be burning their ass that they couldn’t get near my place, but I’d heard them talking once when I’d hid in the bushes spying on them, and just as I’d hoped, they’d been convinced that she wasn’t there because they’d been close enough to hear her scream if she was.

They had no doubt that she would’ve answered their call had she been that close. Little did they know that she’d tried only to have her mouth stuffed with my cock for her efforts. Neither she nor they knew that the place was soundproof.

8

I tromped through the woods with my dog at my side, lost in thought. It had been some time since I’d let myself think of anything other than revenge. It had fueled my anger and hate and kept the enormity of my loss at bay. But now it seems it was catching up with me.

I stopped with my hand braced against a tree as the world came crashing down on me. I bit into my fist to keep the cry of rage trapped inside. I dropped to my knees there in the brush and let the memories come for the first time since I’d got the news.

I saw their faces again for the first time without brushing them away and felt my heart break all over again. I wanted to scream the word ‘why’ but there was no point. What was done cannot be undone no matter how I might wish it.

I sat back against the rough bark of whatever tree I’d ended up under and let the memories flow. I’d been away on assignment, gathering information against a foreign faction that had infiltrated a very sensitive part of our government.

It’s what I’d been trained to do and something I took great pride in. Most people when they think about wars and soldiers, think only of the men on the battlefield, most of them having no idea that there’s a whole new battle being played out behind the scenes.

That’s where I come in. I have a head for computers and what my superiors call a criminal mind. As such I was able to think like the men and women I hunt down. Most of my work is done from an eight by eight room with my trusty computer and my wits, but when I’m called upon to go out in the field, I’m more than well equipped to handle whatever comes my way.

I’d been in the middle of a job, things were finally coming to a head when I got the call. My wife and son had been in an accident. My son was gone but my wife was hanging on, though it didn’t look good. She’d lost the child she was carrying, eight months.

We’d already picked out names and made the nursery ready. I’d been so excited, we hadn’t wanted to know the sex, choosing instead to be surprised. I’d rushed back to the states and went straight to her bedside. She’d been in a coma since the accident.

It was a little girl and she never stood a chance. I’d sat at her bedside for days refusing to move, and then she’d opened her eyes. Five minutes, I had five minutes with her in which she’d said only two words. “Red Mercedes.”