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Authors: Glenn Bullion
Tags: Urban Fantasy
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that was one word.
Church.
There was only one church in town. Whatever Ed and Mary were doing, were they doing it at the church? Is that where her children were?
Janet was going to find out.
EVENING
The walk to the town church only took five minutes. Ed had the family car, so Janet didn't have a choice in the matter. She kept to the alleys and backyards, making sure she wasn't seen. Doubt crept in on her short journey. She'd cleaned up at Mary's house, but still wore torn sweatpants with dots of blood scattered across her shirt. The occasional rational thought that invaded her mind told her to get the police involved. Those ideas went as quickly as they came. She had nothing coherent to tell them. Only that there was a dead man in her kitchen, that she'd murdered, her children were missing, and her husband was keeping secrets. They'd lock her up forever.
She watched the church from the back as she hid in a thicket of trees. The sun was slowly setting, giving way to evening, which helped her feel more at ease. Doug and Suzanne, a young couple Janet often chatted with while grocery shopping, made their way inside. Dana Little, Sarah's elementary school teacher, was only a minute behind them. Janet thought during her walk to the church that Ed was having an affair, but she couldn't imagine that.
However, she did see the family car, parked in front of the church. Mary's car sat on the opposite side of the street. Her spirits fell as she thought about the man she'd been married to since high school. Did he even go to the garage at all?
Keeping low, she crossed the grassy field in back of the church. The grass needed a mowing, and brushed against her bare leg. Her destination was the door in back. She'd only been inside the church a few times, but knew the back door led to an office, which then joined the main church hall.
Janet felt silly as she pressed her back against the brick wall, next to the door. She wasn't exactly sure why she was employing stealth. Secrets or not, her husband wasn't dangerous. Certainly the few people she saw trickle inside the church weren't dangerous.
The door to the office was locked. There was a window around the corner, providing a good view of the Smitt's family's bedroom next door. Keeping in her crouch, Janet moved past the door along the wall. She reached up for the window.
Her hand barely touched the glass when someone grabbed her from behind. She never saw it coming. A hand clamped down across her mouth and an arm around her waist.
"Shhhh," a familiar voice said. "You don't want them to know you're here."
Janet's eyes shot open in panic as she was lifted to her feet. She was forced against the wall, her face pressed against the brick. Her left arm was pinned, so she reached back with her right hand and grabbed anything she could. Her fingers felt something warm, and she gripped as hard as she could.
There was no shouting in pain as she squeezed the testicles for all she was worth. There wasn't even a moan of discomfort. There was simply breathing in her ear, followed by that voice.
"Squeezing my dick isn't going to help you, Janet. Well, it helps me . But it won't help you. If you want to give me a nice, relaxing erection right out here in the open, knock yourself out."
All she could think to do was squeeze harder. She wiggled her mouth in an attempt to bite him, and succeeded. Her teeth found the flesh under his thumb, and she bit down hard. Again, there was no cry of pain.
"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead," he said. "I'm going to take my hand away. We'll have us a nice talk. Understand?"
Janet nodded, slowly releasing her grip on his testicles and hand. He let go, and she dropped to the grass, staying under the window. Her sanity felt like it was slipping away as she turned and looked up at her attacker.
It was as if she were in a
Church.
There was only one church in town. Whatever Ed and Mary were doing, were they doing it at the church? Is that where her children were?
Janet was going to find out.
EVENING
The walk to the town church only took five minutes. Ed had the family car, so Janet didn't have a choice in the matter. She kept to the alleys and backyards, making sure she wasn't seen. Doubt crept in on her short journey. She'd cleaned up at Mary's house, but still wore torn sweatpants with dots of blood scattered across her shirt. The occasional rational thought that invaded her mind told her to get the police involved. Those ideas went as quickly as they came. She had nothing coherent to tell them. Only that there was a dead man in her kitchen, that she'd murdered, her children were missing, and her husband was keeping secrets. They'd lock her up forever.
She watched the church from the back as she hid in a thicket of trees. The sun was slowly setting, giving way to evening, which helped her feel more at ease. Doug and Suzanne, a young couple Janet often chatted with while grocery shopping, made their way inside. Dana Little, Sarah's elementary school teacher, was only a minute behind them. Janet thought during her walk to the church that Ed was having an affair, but she couldn't imagine that.
However, she did see the family car, parked in front of the church. Mary's car sat on the opposite side of the street. Her spirits fell as she thought about the man she'd been married to since high school. Did he even go to the garage at all?
Keeping low, she crossed the grassy field in back of the church. The grass needed a mowing, and brushed against her bare leg. Her destination was the door in back. She'd only been inside the church a few times, but knew the back door led to an office, which then joined the main church hall.
Janet felt silly as she pressed her back against the brick wall, next to the door. She wasn't exactly sure why she was employing stealth. Secrets or not, her husband wasn't dangerous. Certainly the few people she saw trickle inside the church weren't dangerous.
The door to the office was locked. There was a window around the corner, providing a good view of the Smitt's family's bedroom next door. Keeping in her crouch, Janet moved past the door along the wall. She reached up for the window.
Her hand barely touched the glass when someone grabbed her from behind. She never saw it coming. A hand clamped down across her mouth and an arm around her waist.
"Shhhh," a familiar voice said. "You don't want them to know you're here."
Janet's eyes shot open in panic as she was lifted to her feet. She was forced against the wall, her face pressed against the brick. Her left arm was pinned, so she reached back with her right hand and grabbed anything she could. Her fingers felt something warm, and she gripped as hard as she could.
There was no shouting in pain as she squeezed the testicles for all she was worth. There wasn't even a moan of discomfort. There was simply breathing in her ear, followed by that voice.
"Squeezing my dick isn't going to help you, Janet. Well, it helps me . But it won't help you. If you want to give me a nice, relaxing erection right out here in the open, knock yourself out."
All she could think to do was squeeze harder. She wiggled her mouth in an attempt to bite him, and succeeded. Her teeth found the flesh under his thumb, and she bit down hard. Again, there was no cry of pain.
"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead," he said. "I'm going to take my hand away. We'll have us a nice talk. Understand?"
Janet nodded, slowly releasing her grip on his testicles and hand. He let go, and she dropped to the grass, staying under the window. Her sanity felt like it was slipping away as she turned and looked up at her attacker.
It was as if she were in a
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