Jack and Tom went to Sandra’s house at midnight and kidnapped her. Luckily, her parents were out of town and luckily, she was sleeping. They tied her up with rope and tossed her into the backseat of Tom’s car. Jack stuck a piece of duct tape on her mouth just for the hell of it. They started driving.
Jack said, “In case you’re wondering, we’re not going to rape you.”
Sandra struggled against the tape. It sounded like she was saying “Fuck you.”
Jack said, “Fuck me? Well fuck you, you fucking bitch. I just said we weren’t going to rape you. You should be grateful. Fuck.”
Tom laughed loudly and turned left onto a dirt road. Tall trees surrounded them. Tears gradually appeared in Sandra’s eyes. She was still in her jammies.
Jack said, “Look Tom, she’s crying. On second thought, don’t look. You’re driving. Sandra, Sandra, don’t cry. Sorry I swore at you. We’re not going to rape you or kill you, trust me. Not that I wouldn’t mind having a go with you, but I assure you that is not the point of this excursion. I’m Jack Thomas, by the way. You probably don’t recognize me. I was in Miss Fosse’s class with you freshman year? No? Oh well. This is Tom Barker, my best friend and partner in crime. He’s going to be a junior and I don’t know if you caught this but my last name is his first name!”
Tom parked the car in a dark clearing. He undid his seatbelt and turned to face Sandra. “Pleasure to meet you. I’ve masturbated over your yearbook picture five or six times.”
Jack snorted. “He’s kidding. Now that we’re here, we might as well get started. Hell, that was quicker than I thought. Let me get that tape off your mouth. Sorry about that. You see, I love gangster movies and in the classics putting duct tape over a guy or girl’s mouth to keep them quiet is a staple. You know what that means? Staple? It’s like a cliché. But yeah, don’t take offense or anything. Like I don’t think you have a big mouth. I’ve barely heard you speak, in fact.”
The tape tore at the skin around her mouth but when it was off, Sandra felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from her. Unfortunately, she was still tied up with no hope of escape. The first words she uttered in her fragile state were, predictably: “What the fuck do you want with me? I don’t even know you guys. Why are you doing this?”
“I’ll be frank. We’re doing this because you had an abortion last week which your boyfriend’s parents paid for but your own parents don’t even know about. We think what you did was wrong and we think you should have to pay for your sins. Killing a baby, whether or not it is fully developed, is a terrible, terrible thing – a fucking sacrilege. You deserve to burn in the fiery pits of hell for pulling that shit. You deserve to be impaled by fucking devils. Unfortunately, we can’t do anything so drastic. In fact we can’t do much of anything at all, at least in comparison to that beautiful glory.”
“What? What the fuck?”
“In a nutshell for the princess: you were irresponsible. You made a decision that resulted in the death of what could have been the brightest child in seven cities.”
“Is this a fucking sick joke? I couldn’t take care of the baby. It’d have a shitty life. I’m only a senior in high school for Christ’s sake. What was I supposed to do?”
“Don’t make fucking excuses. This is neither the time nor the place for that adolescent bullshit. You know full well there were options. You come from a well-to-do family with parents who give you two hundred dollars a week to spend on clothes and other quote unquote necessities. If you couldn’t take care of the baby, they could easily have slashed your allowance to compensate.”
“Yeah, slut.”
“I’m not a slut. It was a fucked-up situation. I was stressed out. I didn’t know what to do.”
“You don’t need to lie around us. We’ve done our research, and the research – mostly regarding your frequent sexual activity – shows you have absolutely no excuse for what you did.”
“You know how many girls in high school get abortions? It’s not fucking uncommon.”
“We’ll get them too. You’re just the first of a long list, five of which we hope to finish tonight and the rest throughout the week. We’re going to get every one of you pro-abortion whores.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“You know I’ve never had a girlfriend in my life? Kind of sad, isn’t it? But more people than you’d think are in the same boat as me. There are probably hundreds in our school alone. Loveless and unloved. Computer geeks and Mama’s boys, I bet most of them are. They drift along, traveling from pornographic website to pornographic website, searching for something they simply cannot get in real life. I’m sure eventually I’ll get fat and find a fat girl to settle down with for the kids and marriage deal, but as a teenager with raging hormones it kind of sucks.”
“I did have an online girlfriend in seventh grade, if that counts.”
“That doesn’t count. You didn’t even get to see what she looked like. For all you know, she could have been an ugly bitch.”
“We had a connection, alright? We didn’t need pictures. Teenagers these days are so shallow. Looks, looks, looks. That’s all they care about. No one ever thinks long enough to look at personality and the other smaller things that make up a person.”
“Sandra, you put Kurt through a lot of shit. You have to admit that. Don’t you feel at least a little guilty fucking his friends? Hell, it might not even have been his baby and he paid for its abortion. How is it that you can go on doing these horrible things without once thinking what their impact might be? If you’re horny, you should beg Kurt for sex or masturbate or just break up with the kid. You shouldn’t advertise yourself to his friends, the people he trusts the most. I don’t want to sound like a fucking parent, but what you did was plain stupid.”
“It’s understandable if you don’t want to listen to your Health teacher and choose abstinence. 75% of students probably don’t. But you have to be a little fucking smart about the decisions you make.”
There was a silence.
“Hey, Sandra. You look bored. Want to blow me?”
“You’re fucking sick. No.”
“I don’t think you have much of a choice. Here, come on. It’s pretty big, isn’t it? Touch it. Don’t be shy.”
Jack and Tom raped and murdered Sandra. They buried her in a forest forty minutes away from her home and holed up in a nearby shack for 48 hours. On the fourth day, both committed suicide. Their bodies along with Sandra's were quickly recovered.
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