The Hollow Men (Book 1): Crave

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Book: The Hollow Men (Book 1): Crave by Jonathan Teague Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jonathan Teague
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
seen the boys when they first approached Laura. “They’re coming to get you,” he whispered under his breath. It was playing out just like the plot of a bondage porn movie, a favorite genre of his. He didn’t need to hear them speak to know what the men had in mind. The beautiful, untouchable Laura was about to have her pedestal smashed. He felt a spasm of excitement, although it angered him that these two unsophisticated slobs would be the ones to do it.
    It occurred to him suddenly that this really was his opportunity, too. He would never have had the guts to do something like this before now, and he could never have taken Laura by himself, especially with her oldest daughter nearby.
    Here, the three of them could do it easily and it would be even more soul-crushing than Bill doing it alone. He could manipulate the college guys into letting him lead the way. Though he hadn’t really considered it before, he decided he would have a taste of the teenaged girl, too. He believed he deserved it for being scorned for so long.
    It all sounded delicious.
    His decision firm, he started shuffling over, hands forward in a placating gesture, showing he was no threat. Bill’s heart pounded and his mouth dried. He drew a sticky tongue across his wormy lips, barely moistening them enough to speak. “Hey guys, wait,” he wheezed out.
    From the darkness behind him, Scott charged past, knocking him down violently and destroying Bill’s plans in an instant.

CHAPTER 12
    C RIMSONED T EETH
    S cott had seen most of it unfold. His run to catch up with his family had turned into a full sprint when he saw the men grab the girls. For him, it wasn’t a question of reaching them in time. He knew that he would. The question was whether or not he could stop himself from killing the men who were about to try to hurt his family.
    He didn’t see Bill until he caught him gawking. When Laura called out, Bill turned away for a moment. It wasn’t the craving etched in the fat man's expression but his visible erection that revealed his intentions to Scott: either direct or voyeuristic participation in the sexual assault about to happen.
    Scott knocked Bill down with as much force as he could on his way past, intending to come back for a reckoning.
    He approached the men about to assault his wife and his oldest daughter. He slowed to a jog and shouted, “Hi Laura, Maddy. Sorry to be so late. Why don’t you take the baby to the car while I talk to these guys?”
    The two men glanced nervously at each other and let go of the women, who hurried away.
    Scott's genial tone knocked them off balance. He held his hand out as if at a church barbecue. “I’m Scott. And you?”
    The baby-faced one spoke up. “Uh… wait. You know, we didn't do anything to them. They're fine.”
    Scott tilted his head in pretended confusion and changed from offering a handshake to reaching for his wallet. Opening his billfold, he feigned gratitude. “Hey. That fat creep back there followed them to do who knows what. And you made sure my girls were OK. I just want to thank you for what you did for them.”
    They relaxed and prepared themselves for the cash. “We're just glad we were here to help.”
    Scott’s friendly tone continued. “Or rather what you were trying to do to them.”
    His smile never changed, but the air turned sour. Blackness gathered behind Scott’s green eyes. His anger gathered force the way lighting builds its charge before striking. He threw the bills on the ground.
    Realizing it was about to get nasty for them, the stubble-bearded one began to plead. “Wait. It wasn't what it looked like. We were teasing. Putting a little scare into them. That's all. Just a little fun. No harm.”
    “Want some fun? Why didn't you just say so? Let’s have some fun!” Scott snarled.
    Scott’s hands shot out, and he squeezed the balls of both men through their baggy shorts, one scrotum crushed in each hand, severely rupturing both sets of testicles. Then, still

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