Like all the Cameron stories, this one was written on commission. I've come to really like the Cameron Ling character, but be warned that she is a massively self-centered, egotistical, arrogant woman who kills men in horribly brutal and violent ways for pretty much trivial reasons. If sex and violence combined, including gory deaths, and not your thing, then really none of the Cameron stories are for you.
For those interested, my mental image of Cameron is an Asian version of Natalia Trukhina, only scaled up to 6'3", whilst Jade looks like Bethany Lily.If my writing style appeals to you and you want a story written to your exact requirements, drop me a line; we can work it out.
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Cameron drove through the night.
She knew that she wasn't behaving entirely sensibly. Liam and Jade were heading for his father's place, which was somewhere in Detroit. She had no idea where. Jade was scared of flying, so they were driving there. And that's all she knew. She had no clue which route they were taking, where they might be stopping along the way, nothing.
The most sensible thing to do, most likely, would be to simply fly to Detroit. Tracking down Liam's father should be easy enough. She could keep watch until they showed up and take them all down. Simple, straightforward.
But it meant waiting, for who knows how long. Days, at least. Maybe longer - suppose Liam and Jade found some place they liked along the way and decided to stop off for a couple of weeks? Hell, suppose they changed their minds and just went somewhere else?
Better to chase them down as fast as she could, she thought to herself. Though if she was really honest, that wasn't it. That wasn't it at all.
The plain fact was that the idea of sitting and waiting anywhere right now just wouldn't do. Not in the mood she was in. That ball of fury was still writhing deep down inside her, contained but powerful in spite of it. She wanted to chase them down, she needed it. She desperately wanted to feel their soft, weak bodies breaking and tearing under her power. Her hands practically throbbed with the desire to smash and destroy and ultimately to kill.
She found herself drifting off into daydreams about it at odd moments. Walking back from Greg's house to her car, she had planned to head home and pick up some supplies before heading after them - clothing, money, that kind of thing. She had things she would need to do if she was going to be away for days - she'd need to close the gym. Or better still, let the employees know they were on their own for a few days. Come up with some excuse, something other than a cross-country trip.
She'd gotten into the car and called up the satnav system, entering Chicago and studying the different routes, trying to work out which one to take. She'd supposed that they would take the shortest route, so she had picked that. Then she had set off to drive home, thinking about what she would need to take.
Images of Liam and Jade together insisted on intruding. What would she do when she finally got hold of them? God, what a thought. She could picture Liam's bones snapping, how the jagged shards would pierce his flesh as she twisted and ground them. Oh God, his screams would be such perfection... the thought of being able to release her fury on him thrilled her to the core, and she found herself unzipping her jeans awkwardly and reaching in to finger herself as she drove.
Presently she'd looked around, frowning. She wasn't in the city anymore! What the hell?!
She'd pulled over and checked the satnav. She was on I-10, a couple of miles south of San Bernardino. She'd gone at least fifty miles! She had no memory of what she'd done in the intervening time. It was an unnerving, even frightening prospect.
She bit her lip as she considered it. Her crotch felt... squidgy, practically wet through. Jesus, had she been masturbating the entire time?
She'd heard of people blacking out - drunks and druggies mostly. She was hardly that. This didn't really feel like that to her, it was more like... like she'd been in a trance. She'd driven the car well enough, no crashes or bumps. At least, not that she knew of. She fastened her jeans and got out to check. No, no damage. So, she'd been able to drive, able to see traffic and respond to it. But she'd just been... in some kind of self-induced trance, she supposed. Thoughts of violence and death and revenge had filled her conscious mind to the exclusion of all else, whilst her body went on autopilot.
It was weird, and honestly quite disconcerting. She was usually very calm, very in control of herself. She was far from emotionless, but she didn't get swept up in emotions or allow them to dictate her behaviour the way so many people seemed to. Now her emotions seemed to be fighting back against that control.
She supposed she should head back home. She needed a shower and a change of clothes, not to mention the stuff she would need for the trip. But... it would be over a hundred miles to go all the way back home and then back out here again. With time getting ready, at least two hours. Probably more like three. And all the time, somewhere ahead of her, Jade and Liam getting further and further away.
She couldn't stomach the thought. She climbed back into the car and re-joined the highway. She would just have to improvise.
Jake Clemens was engaged in his normal pastime; cursing the Walmart which had opened a couple of miles down the freeway. He'd had a good thing going here. Half a dozen gas pumps out front, a store full of everything from basic food supplies to clothing, a freeway just a few hundred yards away, and not another place to stop at for ten miles in either direction. The place had been a damn cash cow, he'd pulled in ten grand a month and more.
Then fucking Walmart had opened up, with everything he sold and a lot more besides, and all of it cheap. Business had dried up practically overnight.
Now a year later his formerly nice little earner was a money pit that had slowly but inexorably eaten through his savings and started putting him into debt. He'd had three employees a year ago; Sam had worked with him during the days, and Maxine and Isaac had worked the evenings. Now he ran the place single handed. Which meant his working day had doubled in length, so he pretty much slept six or eight hours a night and then spent every other waking minute sitting here staring out at a store that was empty about eighty percent of the time.
He should have closed down months ago, he knew. Probably when it became clear that he wasn't going to be able to make payroll for the others any more. If he'd cut his losses and given up then, he'd still have his savings and a chance to start over. But sheer bull-headed stubbornness had prevented it. He'd always managed to convince himself that things would look up, that something would happen to bring the customers back. Even now he clung on to that hope, increasingly forlorn as it might be.
The little electric buzzer sounded to indicate a car pulling in, and Jake glanced over at the screen. Yeah, a nice-looking BMW convertible. It was unusual to have any customer these days, but it was especially unusual to have anything like that pull in. Rusty old trucks were more in keeping with this place. He looked out front as the car pulled up at a pump.
Well, business was business. He hurried out and over to the car. "Help you... ma'am?" He asked as he got a look at the driver. Christ, she was gorgeous!
"Fill it up, regular," she said. He found the gas cap and set the pump going, stealing covert looks at the driver. She really was a knockout, he thought. Big woman, by the look of it, but she had the face of an angel. He set about cleaning the windshield. As he went around to the passenger side, the door opened and she climbed out.
His eyes went wide. She seemed to kind of unfold from the car, stretching up and up. She was easily the biggest woman he had ever seen, not just astonishingly tall but broad across the shoulders and hips. For an instant he thought she was fat, but it wasn't so - her waist was tiny, emphasising the hourglass shape of her torso. She was very heavily built, he saw. That wasn't unusual, but in her case... if it was fat, it was very oddly distributed on her body. Huge shoulders, huge arms, huge thighs, but a waist as small as any he'd ever seen. Weird.
She walked casually over and into the store. Jake left the pump running and followed. "It's just me here," he said by way of explanation, "used to have more staff, but the fuc- um, the damn Walmart screwed us over."
"Uh huh." She grabbed a basked and went over to the food aisle. She started filling it with various things. "Those big corporations, huh?" She said, obviously feigning sympathy.
"Yeah, they screw the little guy over every time," he said. She was muscular, he decided. All those bulges under her clothing weren't oddly distributed fat, they were muscle. She must be some kind of body-builder. He'd heard of body-building women, but he'd gathered that they weren't supposed to be super big. More like, athletic, sleek. Still feminine.
She walked to the far side of the store, where he had some racks of clothing. That had never been a great idea to begin with, the stuff had never really sold well. He'd meant to get rid of it for a long while but had just never gotten around to it. Then his troubles began and nothing sold well anymore, so it had seemed pointless to swap it out for anything else.
She looked through the meagre collection, fishing out some shirts. His eyes tracked every movement, examining her physique. She wore dark clothing, clean and neat and fairly close-fitting. Well, not all clean, he saw - she had a huge stain right over her crotch. Poor woman had probably spilled a cup of coffee in her lap or something. He wondered if she could sue over that - he was sure he'd read about some woman suing McDonalds because she'd spilled coffee in her lap.
Hey, maybe she'd bought coffee at Walmart! If she sued them and won big enough, it might drive the store out of business! It was an absurd notion, but Jake Clemens was at a point in his life where no notion was too absurd to pin what was left of his hopes on.
She'd picked the largest size shirt he carried, he noticed. No surprise there, the XXL shirts would barely stretch over that torso. Especially given the rather impressive chest, he thought with a grin. Actually, the muscles kind of suited her. She obviously had a very large build, and if she'd been skinny the way most women tried to be, she would have been horribly gangly. As it was she looked... well, kind of imposing, he thought. Big, and powerful. Impressive. Intimidating, even.
She added a couple of skirts and started looking at the jeans. Whoa, big customer, he thought. A full tank of gas, a whole basket of food, and half a damn wardrobe's worth of clothing! Score one for him! He wondered if he should close early and have a few beers to celebrate.
She walked over, basket piled high and a bundle of clothing under one arm. She dumped the lot on the counter and he set about ringing it all up. He wondered what she would look like in one of the short-sleeved shirts and short skirt. Her arms would be on display, her legs too. Her thighs looked absolutely enormous, he thought as he stole a couple of glances down over the counter. He bet that she'd look pretty amazing like that. Not everyone's cup of tea, maybe, not the common male fantasy... but so what? Why should a woman want to look like a guy's fantasy anyway? Wouldn't a really strong woman, a woman strong on the inside, just not care whether men approved of how strong she looked on the outside?
She looked around the store. "Pretty quiet here," she said. "You don't get customers coming in much?"
"Not since the fuc- um, the Walmart opened, no ma'am," he said.
She nodded, glancing out through the front windows. Then she looked back in, peering at the security camera screen. "Oh, you have your own little TV set," she said. "Black and white? Didn't think anybody had those anymore."
"Oh, that's the security cameras," he explained. "There's one outside, one in the back of the store there," he pointed at the little black plastic dome in the ceiling. "Another one up here," he pointed behind his head, "and one out back. Can't be too careful these days, you know?"
"That's so cool!" She said, smiling. She had a smile to break men's hearts, Jake thought. Fantasies began to flash through his head. "Does it like, get recorded somewhere?" She asked curiously.
Always encourage any interest a beautiful woman shows in you, Jake thought. "Yeah, sure, there's one of those DVD recorder machines out back," he said. "One disc will hold like a day's worth of footage." What if she wasn't just passing through, he thought, what if she was moving into the area. What if she was going to be a regular customer?
"As much as that?" She asked, eyes widening. "I thought those things could only fit, like, one movie on them."
"Oh sure, but that's for like a proper movie, high definition, colour, sound, all that. These cameras are black and white, and they're pretty low resolution. Low frame-rate too," he said, parroting the words of the salesman to her. Okay he was maybe twice her age, but so what? Some chicks liked older men, and he wasn't all that bad looking. Bit of a gut these days, now that he spent all his time sitting around bitching about Walmart, but he'd seen a lot worse.
"And it just records in there? Nowhere else?" She said, gesturing to the door that led out back. "It doesn't like, transmit the picture to the cops or something?"
"No, it just records in there," he said. A vague alarm bell rang in the back of his head. If he hadn't been ringing her purchases up, if he hadn't been desperately trying to work out something clever and flirty to say, if he hadn't been distracted by how beautiful she was, he might have realised just how odd her questions were. But he didn't. "That's, um, a hundred and sixty-two fifty," he said.
The woman responded by reaching across with startling speed, gripping his shirt, and yanking him clear over the counter. Jake yelped in shock. He never would have believed that a person could be that strong, even somebody as big as she was, as muscular as she was. He was over average height, and he carried maybe fifty pounds that he shouldn't, but she hoisted him off the ground and right over the counter like he weighed nothing at all.
He was barely opening his mouth to protest when she slammed him into the floor, knocking the breath out of him. She looked down at him for a long moment, as if contemplating what would be the best thing to do. He looked across at the door and thought about running. Big muscular people didn't tend to run very fast, he thought. But then neither did fat guys who spent most of the day sitting on their ass behind a counter, of course.
She knelt over him straddling his chest. Those big thighs pinned his arms by his sides. Her face, so very beautiful, lost every trace of warmth as she looked down on him. He had seen that look before, in the eyes of the Walmart manager that time he had gone in to rant at him about how she was destroying Jake's business. Contempt. Pure, total contempt.
He tried to pull himself out from under her, only to find that he couldn't. She was far too heavy, and with his arms trapped at his sides he had no leverage at all. Somehow, he doubted it would have made any difference if he'd had Archimedes' very own lever - it may be long enough to move the Earth, but he doubted anything would move this Lady if she didn't want to be moved.
She leaned far forward and he thought she was going to kiss him. Instead she slid her hands under his shoulders and rolled over, pulling him with her. He let out a startled "hey!" as he felt the strength in her arms holding his torso to her chest. Her thighs slid down, closing around his midsection. Had he misunderstood her, was this some incredible attempt at seduction? His heart thudded wildly at the possibility. But the look on her face... Jake's brain was playing catch-up, but he couldn't believe a look like that would lead to anything good.
The movement freed his arms. He put his hands on her thighs, and a distant part of his brain realised that they really were big, much bigger than he had realised. They felt different to normal legs, too - harder. He'd been right, they were incredibly muscular. He'd never felt anything like it, those thighs were as hard as wood under his fingers. He wondered how a person could be so big, so muscled. My god, he thought, she must spend every waking hour in a gym.
He shoved against her, trying to resist as those huge thighs began to squeeze. His hands made no impact on them, absolutely none, and he knew in that instant that he was completely helpless.
"Wait!" He managed to get out. Then those big thighs closed with irresistible power, crushing the breath out of him. He tried to speak, to beg, to plead, but he couldn't. He didn't have the breath, and couldn't take any air in. He fought against her, trying to lash out with his fists, but she simply lay back out of reach. It was him against her legs... and he knew with a cold hard certainty that her legs were going to win.
He beat against those thighs, but it was hopeless. Her muscles were huge but also incredibly hard - he literally hurt his fists pounding against them. Time seemed to drag out as he struggled and fought uselessly.
"Don't feel bad about it," she said. There was no pity in her voice, no trace of mercy, nothing he could appeal to even if he could find the breath. "It's nothing personal, really it isn't. But I haven't any money, you see. No wallet, no ID, nothing. I could go back and get it, but I'd lose most of a day and I'm just in too much of a hurry. I need this stuff, you have it, so I'm taking it. That's all there is to it."
Somehow, amazingly, she increased the pressure. He felt something give way inside him with a snapping sensation, followed by a sick wave of agony, and realised that his ribs were collapsing. Oh Jesus, how fucking strong could one person be? The pain was incredible, like sharp knives stabbing into his sides. The World began to turn grey, then black at the edges. His struggles became even more weak and feeble. The visible universe dropped down to a small, fuzzy patch in front of him, and then slowly turned black. His last conscious thought was a frightened, confused plea for mercy that he didn't even realise was silent.
Cameron watched his face as she relentlessly crushed the life out of him. It was a pity, she thought. She really didn't have anything against him, he'd seemed nice. She reached up and felt for a pulse in his neck. Nothing. Good.
She vaulted over the counter and picked a short-sleeved shirt and a red skirt from the pile, then went into the back room. There was the DVD machine in the corner, just as he'd said. Cameron ejected the disc and snapped it in half, then half again. She shoved the broken pieces in her pocket.
She stripped off quickly, wrinkling her nose at the badly stained jeans. There was a door to a staff toilet in the far corner. She wet a towel in the sink and used the hand soap to wash herself all over, cleaning the sweat of the last day or so off. She dried herself off with the towel from the next sink over. She supposed the towels would have her DNA on them, so she wrung them out and took them with her.
She put the skirt on and then squeezed into the shirt. It barely fitted her. She couldn't button the front at all, but that was no problem. She tied the shirt under her breasts in a knot and went over to a mirror in the corner to look at herself. The thing looked like it would burst apart at any second, and she was displaying a truly astonishing amount of cleavage. She rather liked it.
She went back out front and checked the register. A couple of hundred dollars. Probably just the money he'd loaded into it to make change, she thought. She doubted this place had seen a customer all day long. She emptied it and vaulted back over the counter.
Back outside she loaded all her new stuff into the car and yanked the gas line out. She wondered what would be better for her - spray some gas around the place and set a fire as she left? Hmmmm. It would dispose of most any evidence, but it would probably also bring attention and police involvement whilst she was still in the area. If she just left, the cops would have a nice crime scene to look at. But she hadn't left any evidence behind, that she could think of. That CSI stuff was mostly fantasy anyway. She'd read once that police departments hated that show because juries expected rock solid forensic evidence these days, and in real life criminal cases that was actually very rare.
She hung the nozzle back up and climbed into the car. Onwards, she thought. Always onwards. Her hands clenched the wheel, knuckles turning slowly white as she continued the chase.
Jade lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The sweat was drying on her body, leaving her skin feeling cool. It was a pleasant feeling, and she smiled to herself as she basked in the afterglow of the orgasms.
She really shouldn't have started sleeping with Liam, she mused. She'd known perfectly well that it was wrong, of course - sleeping with your best friend's boyfriend? One of the classic red lines that should never be crossed. In truth, Jade generally wasn't bothered about that kind of thing - she'd slept with boyfriends before. Husbands too, for that matter. If she was honest, she got a bit of a kick out of it. Though she would never admit it out loud, Jade was well aware of how beautiful she was and she rather enjoyed the power and privileges that came with that beauty. To know that she could have any man she wanted was a thrill. To know that she could take any man she wanted off of other women was an even bigger thrill.
She would never have fooled around with Liam, though. Cameron was... well, Jade wasn't really sure what Cameron was, to be honest. She was witty and charming and fun to be around. Jade admired her confidence, the way she went through life with absolutely no fear. Cameron never worried about what other people thought of her, never worried about doing the right thing. She had a way of just kind of bulldozing her way through life without care for anything but doing what she wanted to do.
At first, it had seemed impressive. But gradually Jade had started to become uneasy about Cameron. She started to realise that Cameron didn't reject or ignore the judgments of others as such. Rather, she didn't quite seem to understand that other people were capable of making judgments, or that she was even supposed to care if they did. It was as if other people were not quite real to Cameron.
Liam had revealed that Cameron really didn't seem to do romantic relationships like most women, either. She told him when to be at her flat in the evening, usually specifying the time he should arrive. Sometimes it was to pick her up so that they could go out together, sometimes they'd stay in and watch TV or a movie together, or fuck. No matter what, he would stay for as long as Cameron deemed suitable; sometimes overnight, sometimes not. Then she would simply say goodbye and send him on his way, almost literally just ordering him to leave. He'd questioned why he couldn't stay the night a couple of times, but she'd just looked a little surprised and said "because I don't want you to." That was pretty much Cameron's standard response to any questioning of her motivation on any subject, actually, whether from Liam as a boyfriend or Jade as a plain old friend. "But why do you..." was almost universally met with "Because I want to," and the converse "But why don't you..." with "because I don't want to."
Even more weirdly, asking Cameron why you should do or not do something was treated the same way - "Because I want you to" or "because I don't want you to." And it was always very clear that as far as Cameron was concerned, that was the end of the discussion. If you tried to question her further she just looked at you as if you were dim-witted or something for not having understood her the first time.
Cameron Ling was a very difficult person to argue with.
Then, of course, there was the elephant in the room. Jade had always known Cameron was amazingly strong, of course. One look at her would be enough to make that obvious. And of course, Jade had first met Cameron when Cameron had intervened to deal with some asshole that was hassling Jade and some guy in the gym. What had his name been? She couldn't remember. Cameron had challenged him to a strength competition and beaten him soundly. The guy had never shown his face in the gym again.
Jade had been kind of envious about Cameron's strength. Not that she wanted to be huge and super-muscular herself, she just thought it would be quite something to have that kind of physical power.
But over time, she started to realise that Cameron had no problem at all with using that strength to get her way. She'd never hit anybody, not that Jade had seen, but she would intimidate people. Jade had seen her deal with employees or idiot customers or delivery guys who were trying to give her a hard time. She would kind of loom over them, not openly threatening as such but somehow implying that things were about to turn nasty. People always backed down very quickly in those situations.
Jade had started to wonder just how willing Cameron would be to use that strength on other people. For most people, the constraints of society kept them from picking on others. The law, the threat of the police, the dictates of morality. Cameron, though... Cameron really didn't seem to care about things like that.
For a long time, it was little more than a feeling of unease, nothing concrete. Then Cameron introduced her to Liam. He was a very attractive guy, Jade had instantly been jealous. Under other circumstances, she might have made a move on him - both because the thought of taking him to bed was a major turn-on, and because the idea of stealing him away from his girlfriend, turning him into a cheat, was an exciting one itself.
But she hadn't. She'd told herself that she might, she'd told herself that she was just waiting, playing along whilst she enjoyed the anticipation, but in truth that wasn't it.
Jade didn't even realise it at the time but the truth was, she was scared of Cameron. Scared of what she might do if she found out. She didn't really know what that might be, she just had a sense that it wouldn't be good.
Then one night she and Cameron had been out for a night on the town together. They'd gotten rather tipsy, and Cameron had started talking about Liam. Juicy details had come out, including the fact that Liam had a gigantic cock, and the skill to use it.
After that, the affair was inevitable. Cameron wasn't the only size queen around, after all - Jade had always been one, and the thought of passing up such an opportunity had been intolerable. She'd managed to put it off for a few more weeks, but eventually she just couldn't resist.
Seducing men had always been easy for Jade, but she'd been surprised just how easy it had been to seduce Liam. She pretty much just had to hint that she was interested and he'd been on her in a second. And whoa, Cameron certainly hadn't been lying! The man had the Cock of the Century, as far as she was concerned.
It had been going on for months. Stolen little moments around the gym - glances, furtive little winks and smiles when Cameron hadn't been looking. Once when Cameron had been working out in the weight room, Liam had dragged Jade into a supply closed and fucked her right there. It had felt so naughty, as if they were misbehaving students and Cameron was the gym teacher or something. The threat of being caught, the feat of what Cameron might do if she walked in on them... it had added a good deal of excitement to the act.
Over time, though, Jade had started to regret her actions. Yes, Liam had been an amazing sexual adventure. And she really didn't regret that in and of itself. But as she'd gotten to know Cameron better and better, as she'd started to think that she could be truly dangerous, her little fantasies about being caught started to seem more and more ridiculous. If Cameron caught her, she could... she would... what? Jade shied away from the words.
It wasn't like Liam was the guy for the long term, either, she thought. Oh, she'd seen right through his front straight away. He loved the sex, loved having a trophy woman on the side, but honestly as far as he was concerned she was little more than a fuck-buddy. She was gorgeous and sexy as hell, and he loved down-and-dirty sex as often as he wanted it - more often than he wanted it actually, she thought to herself with a grin. But, well, what was that saying? No matter sexy a woman is, somewhere out there is a man who's sick to death of fucking her. Liam was exactly the kind of man who would take that as something to aspire to, and she knew the time was fast approaching when he'd be sick of her. She didn't mind; he might be Mr Cock of the Century, and he might be rich... but the man had the intellectual capacity of a cabbage. Jade had only the vaguest plan to settle down with somebody and start being all wifely someday, but she knew that if and when she ever did do so, it would be with a guy who had a little going on upstairs as well as downstairs.
She'd planned to end things with Liam in another month or so. It wouldn't have been difficult, she knew. You didn't even have to dump a guy like Liam. All you had to do was start to talk about making a commitment, about what it would like to get married and start having kids together. He'd probably be out the door before she finished the sentence.
Then she had gone out for the evening with Cameron, an evening that had ended with a graphic demonstration of just what could happen when Cameron got truly pissed off at somebody. The sight of it had sickened Jade and turned all those nasty suspicions into outright certainty - Cameron was dangerous, very much so. Jade had decided then and there that she and Liam needed to split up, and right quick.
And then this. Cameron had found out, and suddenly Jade had been confronted with the awful truth that she had refused to face for so long - that it wasn't going to be a terrible scene with embarrassment and shouting and hurt feelings and broken relationships, but rather it was going to be a terrible scene with violence and bruises and blood and broken bones.
And... worse, she thought. Much worse.
They had to run. Liam didn't believe it even now, she knew. He was only going along with this whole thing because he thought it was some kind of fun adventure, a cross country road trip away from whatever bullshit make-work he did in the office. But Jade knew it, knew it as a stone-cold certainty. Cameron was after them. She was after them, and she was bringing death with her.
But what was there to do about it? Leaving Liam wouldn't help any, not now. It would just cut her off from a well of money and resources. Jade didn't have much in the way of savings; she had little doubt that she could trade on her looks and body to make a way in the world, she only had to show up and men gave her shelter, and clothing, and food, and money, for as long as she let them. But if she was going to do that, she may as well do it with Liam as anybody.
No, leaving him now would be worse than pointless. Like it or not, they were in it together until the end.
And Jade had a feeling that the end was fast approaching.
Cameron watched the desert roll by, mile after mile. She held the car at a steady hundred miles an hour. She risked getting a ticket that way, which would be a very bad thing since it would leave a paper trail. But the thought of Liam and Jade somewhere ahead was like a magnet, dragging her to it. When she slowed down she started to get a pounding headache as she thought of them speeding away from her down the road.
An off ramp came up, with a sign saying it was for a viewing area for something called Ghost Rock. She wondered idly how you could have a ghost of a rock. She glimpsed the viewing area as she sped past; nobody there. She was actually surprised at how quiet the road was. Cameron hadn't done a whole lot of driving across the country, so she didn't really have anything to compare it to. But in her mind's eye the interstates were always teeming with cars and trucks criss-crossing the country, lifeblood of the nation and all that. Maybe people just fly now, she thought. She wondered again if it wouldn't have been smarter to just fly to Detroit and look up Liam's father there. It was all very well taking a chance on catching them on the way, but all this time sitting behind the wheel was starting to get to her. She hadn't exercised properly in forever, and she was eating cold junk food constantly. It was no way to live.
Ghost Rock fell behind her and she sped on. Maybe it wasn't the ghost of a rock, she thought idly. Maybe it was a ghost made of rocks! Now that would be something worth seeing... maybe on the way back.
It was about twenty minutes later that she glanced at the rear-view mirror and saw a car coming up. Was that... yes. It was a police car. "Fuck!" She swore softly. She really didn't need this - she'd hoped that she could get to Detroit, take care of business, and then get back without anybody knowing she had ever left the city. Being absent from the gym wasn't a problem, the staff could open up and run the place for a few days if needs be - they'd wonder where she was, but she'd trained them to take the initiative when they needed to. When she got back she'd say she had a bad case of flu or something and had been in bed for the last week or so. It was thin as alibis went, but she didn't care about that. Crime shows on TV often made getting away with murder into a ridiculously complicated affair, with killers arranging elaborate and apparently fool-proof alibis for themselves, alibis which generally fell apart on close examination. And that was as expected, in Cameron's view - if she arranged an alibi it would necessarily be a lie since she was in fact guilty as hell. So if she tried to prove that she hadn't been haring across the country, she would almost inevitably wind up tripping herself up. There were people she might rope into lying for her, but any of them might fold under police interrogation. No, better to just give a simple excuse - she'd spent a week in bed. Can I prove that, officer? Why no, I can't. But then I don't have to, do I? You have to prove that I wasn't there, don't you?
Which was why she really couldn't afford to have any official trace of her anywhere but back in LA. Like a speeding ticket in Utah, for instance. Dammit.
Well, she wasn't going to let some dumb Highway Patrol bastard get in the way of her mission. Just too bad for him that he picked the wrong person to pull over, she thought. Or too bad for her, even. Cameron had killed a few people in her time, but she'd never actually killed a woman. She would, though, if needed.
She pulled over, slowing hard as she took the car over to the edge of the tarmac. The ground looked firm and flat, so she kept going until she was off the road. Behind her, the cop did the same.
The headache started to return. God dammit, they were out there somewhere, probably driving right now. Every minute put them a mile further away. Fuck! She gritted her teeth, her hands squeezing the wheel of the car until her knuckles turned white. The cop got out and started walking towards her slowly, so very slowly.
She pushed the button to bring the window down and grabbed her license and registration, staring at the cop as he approached. Small guy, couldn't be more than 5'6". Skinny runt. She had nothing against small men, as a rule. Not so much when they were keeping her from her prey, though.
He arrived at the window and looked in, leering at her. "Well hello there," he said easily. "You in a rush, honey?"
"Yeah, hi," she said, offering the documents over. "Officer... Williams," she added, checking his name-tag.
"You were doing a hundred and five in an eighty mile an hour zone," he said disapprovingly. He scrutinised her paperwork minutely, as if he might find "Terrorist" written on there or something. Eventually he looked up at her. She saw his eyes flicker over her body, crawling over her shirt as he scrutinised her cleavage. "Also, you have a tail light out. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in."
She blinked. "You're what?"
"I can't let you carry on with the vehicle in this state," he said. A thin tongue licked his lips as he stared at her tits again. "Wouldn't be right. You'll need to step out of the car, Ma'am."
"Over a busted tail light?" She asked incredulously. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, I'm afraid not," he said. "It's a serious thing, driving a car that's not in a fit state. You could cause an accident. We can't have that, can we?"
She frowned. Something was wrong here. "Look," she said, "I'm in a real hurry. I'm headed for the east coast, and it's important that I get there as fast as I possibly can. A business deal worth a lot of money is riding on it. So, I'd appreciate it if you could just give me a warning, and I'll promise you that I'll get the light fixed at the next opportunity. Alright?"
He smiled, and it was not a pleasant smile. "No, that's not alright," he said. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take you in and book you for speeding, driving a vehicle that's not fit to drive... and anything else I can think of. You'll be booked in and then wait to see the judge. That will probably happen tomorrow morning. He'll decide if you get bail - and since you're passing through headed for the East coast, you're definitely a flight risk. Which means you won't get bail. So you'll cool your heels in a cell till your court date, which will be around a couple of weeks from now. Or more."
Fuck, she thought. He's really serious. Weeks! She couldn't afford that. Couldn't afford any of this, really, not even having this dweeb filling in a report saying he'd stopped her. Which, for all she knew, he might already have done. Shit.
"I can't do that," she said slowly. She could feel her pulse thudding in her forehead.
"Wellll..." he said, and suddenly there was a leer in his voice to match the one on his face. "I do have some leeway here. I suppose I could give you a warning and let you go, just like you said... but I'm trying hard to imagine why I'd do that, and honest to God, I can't think of a single reason. Maybe you could suggest something?"
He wanted money, she thought. That's what this was. Officer Dweeb here had a little scam running. Pick on travellers with out-of-state plates, people you knew most likely needed to get somewhere. Trump up some bullshit charge to threaten to take them in. Then shake them down for whatever money they might have on them. It would work, too, she thought. Nine times out of ten, it would work.
"How about a donation of some sort?" She asked. "I'm sure your department must have some kind of benevolent fund? I'm a firm supporter of the police. A hundred bucks would be about right, don't you think?"
His smile grew a mite more unpleasant. "Well now that's very generous of you," he said. "But it's not enough. Keep thinking, thought. I'm sure a pretty gal like you can think of something to... incentivise... a guy. A little favour in return for a little favour, right?"
She stared at him. "You want me to fuck you," she said finally. "Does that work often for you? Shaking down lone female drivers and propositioning them? Fuck your way out of a ticket?"
He blushed, then his expression hardened. If there's one thing corrupt assholes hate, Cameron thought to herself, it's people pointing out that they were corrupt assholes right to their face in plain English. She didn't care; corrupt cops were like cockroaches, stepping on them was a public service. "Ma'am, step out of the car please," he said flatly.
"Fuck you," she replied.
He stepped back and put his hand on his gun. "Out of the car, now!" He said angrily.
Cameron opened the door and stepped out. Officer Williams stared, his eyes going wide as she unfolded herself from the car door. She was at least nine inches taller than he was. He suddenly looked nervous.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your head," he said. She could hear the fear in his voice, and the throbbing in her head began to recede a little. She complied, and he cuffed her wrists behind her with fumbling hands. "Now move to the car," he ordered. He began to relax now that he thought he had her under control. Cameron walked obligingly to the car, stepping to one side so that he could open the door. In doing so, he turned mostly away from her. Had he thought about it, his training would have said that it was a bad idea to turn his back on a suspect, even a cuffed one. But it was just such a natural movement, it didn't cross his mind that he'd done something wrong. Not at first.
Cameron took a deep breath and closed her eyes, centring herself. She strained suddenly. The muscles in her arms and shoulders swelled as she exerted her strength against the metal of the handcuffs. She poured it on, every last muscle exerting the maximum possible power. Handcuffs were not the most secure things in the world, she knew, especially these ones, which looked to be about thirty years out of date - simple metal bracelets with a steel chain linking them. That chain wasn't especially thick... but at the end of the day it was made of steel after all, and designed precisely to prevent somebody from doing what Cameron was attempting.
The designer of the cuffs, though, had had normal human physique in mind. Cameron was decidedly towards the end of that bell curve.
Pain blossomed in her wrists as the thin metal bit hard into them. It was entirely possible that she could break a bone, she knew, and if so then her whole mission was probably all over. But she ignored the pain and the possibility of failure. She could feel her muscles swelling as she gave it everything she had. Moments later, she was rewarded with a little snick of snapping metal, and her wrists were jerked free.
Hearing the sound, Officer Williams knew instantly that something must be wrong. Following fast on the heels was the realisation that his back was to his prisoner. He started to spin around, fumbling for his gun.
A large, powerful hand clamped onto the back of his neck. His head slammed forwards into the metal of the car, propelled by a strength he had no chance at all of resisting. The world began to spin as he staggered and collapsed into the sand.
Cameron unhooked the bunch of keys from his belt and found the little one that was obviously the key to the cuffs. She unlocked the bracelets and tossed them aside. Williams started to try and get up, moaning as he clutched at his head.
She yanked him to his feet and began stripping his clothes from him. He tried to resist, but his movements were weak and uncoordinated. Blows to the head didn't generally render a person completely unconscious for prolonged periods, the way they did in movies - if they did then watch out, because there was an excellent chance that the victim was about to die on you - but they did fuzzy the world up for you, at least for a while.
When she had him naked she threw him on his back over the hood of the car. She wasn't gentle about it - the hood of the car caved in, denting badly as his little body slammed into it. He groaned and tried to struggle feebly as she wrapped one hand around his balls, giving them a hard squeeze. He screamed and seemed to come back into focus.
"This is what you wanted, huh?" She said angrily. "You wanted the gorgeous woman's hands on your little nuts, is that it?" She squeezed again, and Williams howled in agony. "That's what you wanted, right? Well how'd you like it, Officer? Is it all you hoped and dreamed?"
She released him and stepped back, untying the knot on her shirt. She tossed the thin garment to one side, baring her breasts. "How about these?" She asked scornfully. "You like looking at them? Take a good look, Officer, tell me how much you like them."
Williams slid off the hood, his bare skin making an ugly little squelching noise against the metal. She could have stopped him easily but she stepped back, watching in amusement to see what he would do.
He tried to run but his feet wouldn't quite work properly, and all he succeeded in doing was staggering forward a little and falling over again. Cameron reached down and wrapped a big hand around his neck, watching his face for a long moment before she slammed him back against the steel bars of the car's grille guard as hard as she could.
He moaned in agony. "Please," he whimpered. She yanked him forward and then slammed him back against the bars again... and again, and again. His body seemed to crumple in on itself as the hard metal smashed into him over and over.
She put a hand on the back of his head and pulled it into her breast. His face sank into the soft tissue, perhaps the only part of Cameron that could really be described with that word. "This is what you were after, right?" She demanded. "Your pasty fucking face in my big, beautiful tits? You couldn't get your eyes off them, remember? How do they feel?"
Williams began to struggle as he realised that he couldn't breathe. Cameron laughed as his fists beat against her body. She doubted he could have done much to hurt her even on his best day, and this day anything but his best.
The struggles grew steadily more intense, more desperate, as he began to run out of air. She considered killing him like this... suffocating him to death with her tits. The thought was... well, titillating, she thought and laughed out loud. But no. She wanted to hurt him more, wanted to make him suffer. He'd die soon enough.
She released him and he gasped pathetically for air. She stood, still gripping his neck, lifting his entire body off the ground with one arm. It was so easy to throw him around, she mused. Like an adult with a toddler. She turned him around and threw him face down over the hood.
"Stay there," she commanded as she went to where his belt was lying on the floor. Why did cops like these things so much, she wondered. Who did they think they were, Batman?
She drew the baton and advanced on her victim with a smile. "Wakey wakey," she crooned. "You wanted to get fucked, Officer Williams... well, time to get fucked."
She turned him around and dragged him forward so that his head hung and shoulders over the front of the hood. Perfect height, she judged. She straddled his head, pulling it up between her thighs. "Here we go," she said mockingly. "Hope you like it!"
She slid the end of the baton between his ass cheeks. He made a protesting noise and tried to jerk away, but it was hopeless to resist her. She squeezed her thighs together, flexing them, and the noise cut off as her huge muscles closed powerfully on his head. Simultaneously she rammed the baton into him with all of her strength.
His body jerked spastically as the thick rod plunged into his asshole. He thrashed against the hood of his car, making slurred mewling noises as Cameron began to enthusiastically sodomise him with his own weapon. Simultaneously she squeezed her thighs, applying more and more pressure as she scissored his head.
"You like that, huh?" She taunted him as she rammed the thick wooden pole deep into his bowels, over and over. She was brutal about it, battering her way through, overcoming any resistance. After a minute or so blood started to trickle out of him, and she laughed. Maybe she would do this to Liam, she thought. The thought made her shiver with pleasure, and her pussy started to tingle.
Thinking of Liam brought the image back, of them far down the road and getting further by the minute. Much as she was enjoying playing with the cop, it was time to end this.
She gave the baton a brutally hard shove, plunging the entire length of it deep inside. Let his fellow cops find that, she mused to herself. She stepped back, releasing his head from between her thighs. He made a pathetic attempt to crawl off the hood and she laughed as she grasped his head in her hands. "Oh no, Officer Williams," she said with a chuckle. "You're not going anywhere. You're going to die now." She bent down and whispered into his ear intimately. "You know how I'm going to kill you, Officer? I'm going to twist your head, right around. One hundred and eighty degrees. And there's nothing, absolutely nothing, that you can say or do to stop me. This is what happens to people who fuck with me, Officer Williams. Especially today."
She wrapped one thick muscular arm around his head and braced the other against his shoulders. Then she began to twist. He groaned and thrashed, but she ignored it. She twisted his head around, feeling his neck tensing as far as it could go. This was where the contest would begin, she thought. Her muscles against his bones and tendons. She gritted her teeth and thought of Liam again, imagining his neck under her hands. She twisted... hard... harder. She could feel her muscles swelling as she exerted her colossal strength. She could snap steel chains, she thought to herself, what could tendons possibly do against her? His neck twisted a fraction... a fraction further... and suddenly there was a crack and a tearing sensation. His head twisted violently, and suddenly the noises stopped and his body fell limp.
She twisted it right around, just as promised, giggling to herself as she thought of The Exorcist. When it was facing directly backwards she released him, stepping back to admire her handiwork.
He was, of course, quite dead. She smiled in satisfaction, taking the image in. How long would it be before somebody passed and paid enough attention to notice what had happened here? Minutes? Hours? Might it even be days? For a moment she thought of passing this place on the way back, who knew how many days from now, and finding him still here, rotting quietly in the middle of nowhere. Alone and forgotten. God, wouldn't that be something?
This close to the road, though... more likely minutes. Hmmm.
She squeezed herself into the car. There was a dashboard camera, which was turned off. An on-board computer was also turned off. She turned it on and fiddled with it for a minute until she found a list of 'Recent activity'. A bunch of car license plates were listed, stops he had made earlier in the day. Hers was not on it.
She thought about it for a moment. Why wouldn't he... oh. Of course. Officer Williams had done her work for her. He'd planned to coerce sexual favours from her, probably something he did now and again with lone female drivers. He wouldn't want to have any record of such stops, so her turned the dash-cam off and didn't enter anything into the computer. Smart man. Too damn smart for his own good, she laughed. The keys she had taken from his belt included a car key. She slipped it into the ignition and turned, and his car started right up.
She drove it slowly away from the highway. It was rocky here, and even at low speed the car bounced up and down. His body stirred on the hood and for a moment it looked like he had woken up somehow, but no, it was just the movement of the car over the rocks.
She didn't need to go far, really. Fifty yards, enough to get the car away from the road. Not out of sight, but out of mind.
She turned the ignition off, leaving the keys dangling there. She found a box of tissues in the glove box and set about wiping the car of prints. She thought about setting fire to it, a sure-fire way to destroy any prints or DNA evidence on the thing, but what the hell. She didn't want to waste the time siphoning gas out of either car.
She made a last check of the area around the car, trying to decide whether she had forgotten anything. She hadn't. She climbed back into her own car and pulled onto the road. A minute later she was heading East at a hundred miles an hour. By the time Officer Williams was discovered, she was across the state line and into Colorado.
It was pure luck, really. Cameron had been driving for the better part of two days, stopping only for gas and rest-room breaks. She couldn't quite bring herself to stop for sleep; always the thought of Liam and Jade somewhere ahead pulled at her, driving her on and on.
But even Cameron's flesh had its limits. Somewhere in Colorado she found herself driving off the road. She managed to recover in time, but it was a close-run thing. She shook herself awake and continued on. Five minutes later she found herself driving on the wrong side of the road without any memory of crossing over. She was lucky there was no traffic besides her; a car at the wrong moment might have killed her.
She resolved to pull off for some sleep at the next chance. And as luck would have it, a motel came up about twenty minutes later, just outside a little place called Rifle, of all things. She pulled in, grateful for the chance to rest.
She paid for a room for the night, handing a bundle of cash over to the scrawny kid behind the counter. She didn't even notice the name of the motel until she walked outside. A big glowing green neon sign : Millers Motel. She didn't think anything of it at the time - she was just too tired.
The room wasn't impressive, but it was clean and the bed was soft. She collapsed onto it and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke it was dark outside. She sat up, stretching as she checked the clock. She'd slept for almost fourteen hours! Well, what the hell. She figured her body must have needed it.
She went out to the car to grab some clothes and food off the pile on the back seat. The green sign blinked at her from across the parking lot. Back inside she went into the little bathroom and showered. Hot water felt amazing on her body, she luxuriated under the spray for the better part of an hour. Afterwards she sat wrapped in towels and ate a meal of cold meats and cheese.
Millers Motel. The thought rolled around inside her head. Quite the coincidence, really - the same name as Liam and his brother. Former brother, she chuckled to herself.
Coincidence, she thought as she ate. Was it...? Now she thought about it, didn't the company Liam's father owned have a chain of motels? Surely it could be...
She wished she had a computer. Five minutes on Google would give her the answer. She lay back, closing her eyes and relaxing. She cast her mind back, thinking about it. Cameron didn't generally pay a whole lot of attention to Liam's job. As far as she was concerned, once she got around to it he'd be quitting anyway to spend all his time with her. The thought made her grimace in anger at how things had gone. Well, that bastard would pay soon enough.
Whilst she didn't particularly care about or pay attention to his work, she did have an excellent memory. She let her mind wander back, trying to relax deeply and focus. He'd boasted about the various different things his father owned... factories, financial service companies... a couple of banks... and motels. Yes, he had definitely said motels. Nothing too big or fancy, but it was a chain of about a hundred or so of them.
Millers Motel. It had to be one of them. It was too much of a coincidence otherwise.
And if his father owned a chain of motels... wouldn't Liam stay at them during his little road trip?
He would. Of course he would! It felt right.
She dressed slowly, turning it over in her head. It was late, after eleven. Nice and quiet. Not that this place looked like it would be a bustling metropolis even in the daytime.
She walked out into the night, checking around as she headed for the main office. Nobody about. There were a couple of rooms with lights on, but most stood dark and silent. Excellent.
The bell rang as she walked into the office. She shut the door behind her and casually locked it, turning the sign around to CLOSED.
"Hey, can I help you?" A voice asked. She turned to see the scrawny kid who had checked her in. He couldn't be more than nineteen.
"Yes, I need to check something on your computer," she said as she pulled the string to close the blinds.
"You... uh, I can't let you do that," he said. "It's confidential information, you know? They'd fire me in a second if I let a guest look at that stuff."
Cameron smiled as she walked slowly over to the counter. She rolled her hips a little as she walked, leaning down over the counter. She'd left the shirt undone, and a deep valley of cleavage was on display. His eyes went to it, of course. What was it with men, she reflected. Did they really think women didn't notice when they looked? And this wasn't even one of those furtive glances that guys thought women couldn't see - the little dweeb was practically drooling on his shirt as he stared. "Couldn't you make an exception, just this once?" She asked in her sexiest voice. She brought her arms closer on the desk, squeezing her tits together between them. She thought the kid's eyes might actually pop out of their sockets.
He licked his lips, and she could just tell that he was thinking of how her nipples would taste in his mouth. So predictable, she mused.
"W- what?" He said finally, managing to look up at her face.
"I really need to know some stuff that might be on your computer there," she said breathily. "It's very important."
"I..." he glanced at the machine, warring internally. She wasn't going to be taking no for an answer, and in truth she rather hoped that he would refuse because it would make extracting the information that much more fun. But she was curious as to whether he would be able to resist her. "I'm sorry, he said finally. "I just can't. There's just no way, I'd get fired if my boss found out."
Good for you dweeb, she thought to herself. It was nice to see somebody who still had a little integrity in this day and age. "That's okay," she said. "Thing is, I really do need to know." She examined the counter. There was one of those flap arrangements at one end. She moved over to it and lifted the flap. She had to turn sideways to fit through the gap, and it was still a squeeze even so.
"Hey!" He moved forward to block her, and she smiled as he looked up at her from up-close, suddenly aware of just how big she was. She must be at least eight or nine inches taller than he was, she mused. "Look, I don't want any trouble," he said. His voice was trembling.
"And yet here trouble comes, regardless," she said lightly. To his credit, he didn't back down or try to run. Instead, he grabbed for the phone. She reached out and slammed it back down onto the cradle, eliciting a scream as the handset crashed down on his finger. She grabbed him and dragged him into the back room, ignoring his struggles and panicked protests. She relished the feel of his little body in her hands; so slim and soft compared to hers. So weak and powerless. It was kind of a turn-on, actually. She wondered how big his cock was.
She shoved him through the doorway into the back office and closed the door behind them. No sense in letting the sound drift out front if there was a way to avoid it, after all. She almost felt sorry for him - still, she was a woman on a mission and if people did insist on getting in the way of the mission, well, that was their problem.
"Please! Get off!" He yelped. Cameron threw him hard against the back wall. He hit so hard that he literally bounced off, staggering back into her as he yelled in pain. She caught him easily and spun, throwing him into a bookcase on the other wall. Two of the shelves cracked down the middle, sagging badly. The dweeb collapsed to the floor with another scream. The broken shelves sagged further and the contents slowly slid off, showering him with heavy volumes.
Cameron bent down and took a double handful of his shirt, lifting him off the floor so that his feet dangled in the air. He stared at her with eyes full of pain and fear.
"One of two things is about to happen, little man," she said, staring deep into his eyes. "It's an easy choice, really it is. Option one is that you're going to help me to access your little computer and check a couple of things. Option two is that I'm going to beat you to death. Which will it be?"
"Please, don't..." he started to say. She smashed his body back into the shelves again and his eyes went glassy as his head bounced off the wood.
"No, no, no," she said mockingly. "Begging wasn't one of the options. Help with the computer... or be beaten to death. Which is it?"
"Please, I'll do anything you say," he pleaded. "Just don't hurt me."
"Good boy," she smiled, setting him down. She patted his cheek softly. "Look, I don't mean to be so rough, and honestly, I don't mean to be so threatening. It's just that I'm looking for somebody... for my ex-husband, actually. He ran out on me, and he took my kid with him." She tried to look sad. Acting was one of the few things she really wasn't too good at, but she did her best. "Jade, her name is. She's only little, she really doesn't understand what he's like. The cops won't do a thing because there's no custody agreement or anything, they say he has as much right to have her with him as I do. But he's not a good guy, honestly. He... I don't know what he might do to her," she said fearfully. "I try to tell myself she's okay, she has to be okay. I don't know what I'd do if I found out that he'd... well, that he'd done something, and got away with it because I couldn't be there to protect her. You understand, don't you? I have to find them, I just have to."
His face softened as he listened. "You should have said that to begin with," he said.
I would have if I'd thought of it, Cameron thought to herself. "Look, let's go out front again," she said. "You help, and if anybody asks you can tell them I forced you. I don't mind, honestly - I wouldn't expect anybody to lie for me. You won't get in any trouble that way."
He still looked uncertain but she eased him towards the door and he didn't actively resist, either. She doubted he would try running, but she rested a hand on his shoulder just in case. "How do you use this thing?" She asked, gesturing to the computer.
He took a plastic credit card thing from his pocket and plugged it into the side of the machine. "What is it that you want to know?" He asked.
"I want to know if a Liam Miller has stayed at this motel recently," she said. His fingers flew over the keys, tapping away.
"No," he said after a moment. "Nobody by that name."
"Can you check other hotels in the chain?"
He nodded. "Sure. Give me a second." Now that he had a task to complete, and a very righteous one at that, he almost seemed to forget about the situation he was in. He really was young, Cameron thought. One of those kids who was book-smart but gullible as all hell because life hadn't gotten around to kicking the shit out of him yet. "Yeah... a Mr Miller checked in to the Georgetown branch yesterday. He's still there."
"How far away is that from here?"
"It's about a hundred and forty miles on down I-70," he said. "You could be there in a couple of hours or so." He glanced at the screen. "Hmm, it says here he's a VIP guest. Not that that means all that much, except that he can put the cost of the room on account. But... Miller? Is that the same Miller who owns the chain?"
"It's his son," she said absently. The dweeb's eyes went like saucers. "Jesus, this is so far over my head," he breathed. "Hell, it's over my manager's head!" He added, as if that put it in some rarefied world of super-important matters. "I don't know if I should be doing this at all," he added. "I could get in so much trouble."
Kid, you're already in way more trouble than you can imagine, Cameron thought. She tightened her grip on his shoulder, just a little. "Can you check reservations on this thing?"
He hesitated, but only for a second. Then he sucked it up and bent back to the keyboard. Concern for the imaginary little girl version of Jade was clearly winning out. Awwww.
"Sure," he said. He seemed genuinely eager to help now. Not just out of concern for little Jade, either, Cameron judged. She had known guys like this before; little beta nerd types. Give them a task to accomplish and they practically fell over themselves to do it. It wasn't that they wanted to be helpful as such, though it certainly didn't hurt if the one doing the asking was a beautiful woman and the task in question was helping to save a child. But it was more about the task itself. Such guys were natural problem solvers, they loved the feeling of accomplishment even if it was just a little thing like looking something up on a computer.
"Check to see if he has made reservations in any other branch," she ordered. Two hours down the road... she might get there in time to catch him there, but then she might not. In which case it would be handy to know where it was that he was going.
"Yes," he said. "He has a reservation at the Lincoln branch."
"Where's that?" She asked.
"Nebraska," he said. He pulled up an address. South West of Omaha."
She grabbed a pad off the desk and jotted the address down. "Thanks," she smiled. "You've been a lot of help to me."
He blushed and smiled. Naturally submissive, she thought to herself. Telling such a man that he's been of service was all the reward they needed. In fact, they craved it. "Thing is," she went on, "I'm afraid I told you a little lie."
He looked up at her, the smile vanishing. "Um, what was that," he asked warily.
"Well, for one thing, Liam isn't my ex-husband. Never married the man. In fairness I was thinking about it, but that turned out to be a lucky escape for me."
"Oh... well, I guess that doesn't really..." he said before trailing off.
"And he and Jade have been fucking like bunnies who fuck knows how long," she added. The look of shock on his dweeb face was priceless. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but nothing came out. Cameron honestly came close to cracking up. "The thing is, though, that little Jade really isn't so little," she said. "Actually, she's twenty-four. And she's not my kid, she's my friend. Or she was, until she started fucking my boyfriend."
"Oh..." he said weakly. "So, you're chasing them because..."
"Let's just say I want to make clear to them just how gargantuan a mistake they have both made," Cameron said.
He was starting to look angry now. She'd tricked him, and he was pissed about it. She wasn't surprised at all about that... but if he had the sense evolution had given rocks, he'd be far more afraid than angry. "Well, look, that's all very interesting, but I think it's time for you to leave," he said.
Cameron did laugh then, the idea of this little prick giving her orders was just too funny. "I did tell one other little fib," she said.
"What's that, then?" He asked. "Don't tell me, Jade is also a man?"
"With tits like hers, I very much doubt it," Cameron said. "No, the thing is, I told you that you could either help me, or be beaten to death."
"Yeah..." he said, suddenly uneasy. The fear was back.
"Well the thing is, what I should really have said is help me, and be beaten to death. It's less an either-or thing and more a two-for-one kind of a deal, you see."
His eyes widened. "You mean you're going to... but why?" He asked, horrified. The sheer unfairness of it was overwhelming. He'd helped her, he'd done everything she asked, and she'd lied to him, and now... and... he couldn't quite bring himself to believe it.
She shrugged. "Well I'm going to go and kill that cheating bastard Liam and his whore girlfriend, you see. And I can't very well go leaving witnesses around, now can I? You'd call the cops as soon as I was gone, and then when he turns up dead, that's me in the frame. You don't know who I am, of course, but you could certainly describe me. Once Liam turns up dead they'll ask around his friends, and it'll take them about ten seconds to see that the tall muscle girl in your description is his former girlfriend. I can't have that."
"I won't tell the cops anything, I promise," he said. His voice was actually shaking with terror. She thought he might start crying in a minute and wondered what his tears would taste like. "I won't say a word. Just please don't hurt me."
"Oh baby, I can't take the chance," she said sympathetically. "Besides, that's just the practical reason to kill you. There's another."
"What's that..." he whispered in terror.
"Well... how to put this in words..." she adopted a mock-serious expression before grinning impishly. "Well you see... I just really, really want to," she said.
He tried to run. It was utterly hopeless, but he tried anyway. But the flap to let people out from behind the desk was behind her, and she practically filled the space from side to side anyway, so his attempt was little more than blundering into her and hoping to push past somehow. She didn't even move as he threw himself at her, pushing and shoving for all he was worth.
When she tired of it she picked him up and carried him into the back room. She slammed him into the floor face first. She grabbed his right leg and lifted it, stepping inside. She spun around, straddling his leg and lifted the other. "This is called a figure-four," she said, applying the hold and laying back. He screamed as she leaned back and applied the pressure. "It presses one leg against the other," she explained. "I can apply enough force to break your leg if I want to... which is just what I'm going to do. Feel!"
She leaned right back and lifted. The little guy screamed as the pressure on his leg increased. Cameron smiled, pouring it on as she arched her back to get more leverage. A moment later there was an audible snap and his leg went suddenly limp as the bone snapped.
She released the hold and smiled down at him. "See?" She said merrily. "Hurts like hell, doesn't it!"
"Jesus, oh Jesus, it hurrrrrts!" He screamed. "Oh please, no more, please,"
"But I want to kill you," she said, squatting down beside him.
"Why!" He yelled through the pain. "I didn't do anything! I helped you!"
She shrugged. "So?" She said. "I hurt men for all sorts of reasons. I've killed men for having a small cock. I've crippled and maimed them because they were bullies or assholes. I even killed a lowlife creep of a cop who tried to rape me. But you know what? In the end, those are more excuses than anything. When you get right down to it, I torture and maim and kill men because I'm a sadistic Bitch, and I enjoy doing it to them." She grabbed the lower half of his shattered leg and twisted it from side to side. Somewhere inside bones grated together and he screamed anew as the jagged shards tore into his flesh. "Hmmm, that's it honey, scream for me," she crooned. "You have no idea how wet it makes my pussy to hear you in pain. The thought that I'm going to snuff you out... take everything you are, everything you ever could be, and just reduce it to nothing... oh fuck, I could cum from just thinking about it, let alone doing it. Time to break the other one, baby. Be brave, now. Don't pass out on me."
"Oh god please, no!" He screamed. "Please! Please don't!"
She applied the same figure-four leg lock to his other leg, listening to his screams as she applied the pressure slowly, so very slowly. She wanted to play it out, take her time, inflict as much suffering as she possibly could. It must have been five minutes before she finally couldn't wait any more - she arched her back, applying all her strength in one savage thrust, and his leg snapped like a dry twig. "Oh yessssss," she moaned as her pussy throbbed in time to his screams.
"Please," he mumbled. "Please..."
She straddled his chest and put her hands on his throat. She squeezed, just a little. He grabbed her forearms and tried to pull her off desperately. He had nothing like the strength needed, of course. She laughed at his pitiful efforts to save himself. "No, little man," she said softly. "There's nothing you can do to save yourself. Nothing you can do to stop me. But I tell you what. Honestly, I've been horny as fuck these last couple of days. I've done a lot of thinking about what I'm going to do to that bastard Liam, you see, and it always makes my pussy all wet and tingly. And I've already killed a couple of guys, which just turns me on even more. So, I'll give you this one chance." She stood and reached under her skirt, slipping the panties off. "Let's see how well you can scratch the itch. If you make me cum, I just might spare you."
She lowered herself over his face. "Now get licking!" She snapped. He hesitated, and she slammed a fist into his abdomen hard. The dweeb screamed again, his body trying uselessly to curl up to protect himself.
"Jesus, I hate men who don't listen," she said angrily. She slammed another fist into his stomach and he groaned in pain. His stomach wasn't soft and squidgy like Greg's. It certainly wasn't muscular either, just kind of skinny and firm. She slammed her fists into it a few more times, eliciting further groans. "I told you to lick my pussy!" She ordered angrily. "It's your one chance to see out the day, so get to it!"
A moment later she felt his tongue caressing her needy pussy lips. She sat back sighing with contentment as she pressed into his face. Truthfully, she had absolutely no intention of letting him live, of course. If he'd been able to think about it properly he would have known that, of course. But that was the thing about people in situations like this. Cameron was used to being in life-or death scenarios, so she was prepared for it, ready for it. All the more so since she was the one dealing out pain and death, rather than receiving it. For her victims it was a different story; this little dweeb had been going about his normal life, totally unaware that a hurricane of pain was about to descend on him. He wasn't ready for it, and his deepest desire was that he would survive it somehow. So he desperately wanted to believe that he could live... and selling somebody a lie was the easiest thing in the world, if it was a lie they wanted to believe.
She moaned in pleasure, a counterpoint to his moans of pain. He wasn't a bad pussy licker, she thought to herself as he worked to pleasure her. Impressive, since this was probably his first time.
"Faster," she ordered. Cameron had never had any problem at all directing a man's performance. "Now up a bit. Further... there! Stay right there!" She threw her head back, moaning as his tongue found her clit. "Press harder!" She commanded. The dweeb made a muffled sound into her pussy, probably complaining about something or other. She grabbed one of his hands, wrapping her fingers around one of his. "I said press harder!" She roared. "When I tell you to do something you do it, or else you suffer!" She yanked his finger back savagely, snapping it at the knuckle. The dweeb screamed and stopped licking, trying to struggle against her. "Don't you dare stop!" She growled. "You stop and I'll break every fucking bone in your body, you little shit!" She snapped another finger, then another. Her victim quickly got the message; the licking resumed. "Harder!" She yelled. "Faster! That's it, that's good... oh fuck, that feels perfect. Keep going, don't you dare change a thing."
She could feel him sobbing in pain as he licked her. The thought that he was working to pleasure her even as he suffered filled her with sadistic gratification. She grabbed his broken fingers and twisted them savagely. He screamed into her sopping wet cunt, the vibrations seeming to go directly to her clit. "Keep going!" She screamed, right on the edge of orgasm. "Fuck yessssss!" She twisted the fingers the other way, eliciting another delightfully pleasurable howl of pain. "Fuck, that's it! That's exactly what I want!" She screamed herself as the orgasm thundered through her, yanking savagely on his broken fingers again and again as the tide of sexual and sadistic pleasure came again and again.
"Fuck, that was amazing!" She groaned as it finally subsided. Her victim lay beneath her, still now, quiet except for the occasional whimper. "Hey, fuckface," she said angrily. "Who told you to stop! I want more!" She took another finger and snapped it like a twig; his bones were pathetically weak compared to the overwhelming feminine power of her muscles. He screamed once more as she twisted the broken digit. "I swear to you," she said threateningly, "you stop again without my permission and I'll break your scrawny little neck! You keep licking properly, and I'll stop at just breaking a few of your little bones. Now thank me for being so damn generous with you!"
He made a noise into her pussy that sounded vaguely affirmative - he couldn't speak, not with Cameron's immense body settled firmly onto his poor face. She assumed it was an agreement, because his tongue did go back to work.
She rode his face to three more orgasms. By the end of it, she had thoroughly broken every one of his fingers and spent a good half an hour pulverising his hands. He'd never have used those hands again even if she had let him live, she mused to herself as she examined the crushed pulpy mess. It was a mercy, really.
Finally, she had had enough of his tongue. "Now what I really need to round off my morning is a good hard fucking," she said. "Do you have a good-sized cock, dweeb? Let's see!"
She stripped his trousers off. He didn't make any attempt to resist - she doubted he was really capable of it. "Well, fuck," she said as she gazed down at her prize. "What the holy fuck is this?" She wrapped her fingers around his cock - his pathetically small, shrivelled little nub of a cock, sitting above what had to be the smallest, most pathetic pair of balls she had ever seen. "Jesus fucking Christ, what is this? It looks like a dick and balls, only it's like a one tenth scale model of them! Fucking hell, this is no use to me!" She squeezed hard, and the dweeb managed to find a little bit of breath to scream once more. "What the fuck is going on here, how dare you walk around with a package like this! Don't you know what an insult it is for a man to be this small? Fuck, why haven't you already killed yourself as a service to society?"
She squeezed as hard as she could, feeling his genitals being crushed under her fingers, her immense strength turning them into mush under her fingers. Dweeb screamed and screamed as she relentlessly destroyed his tiny nuts. "There's no way I'm letting you live after this," she said angrily. "No fucking way at all. If I'd known this was what you were hiding down here, I'd have fucked you up just on general principles the moment I met you. Pathetic tiny-dicked little inadequates like you shouldn't be walking around as if you were a real person."
She began to twist and yank, grimacing with disgust at actually touching something so pathetic but determined to deliver the maximum possible amount of destruction. If she had a knife, she would have cut the fucking thing off and shoved it down his throat just to make the point. As it was she settled for basically reducing his cock and balls to smashed, useless junk. Not that his junk had even been of any use, she thought with a giggle.
Finally, she released her grip. His balls were a deep, deep red, rapidly turning black. Good. She half wanted to leave him alive, she'd bet a good deal that the doctors would have to amputate what was left of his genitals. The thought of him going through life castrated and dickless, with mangled useless hands, was delicious.
But she couldn't, of course. He was still a witness, and so he had to die. But she made a mental note... when all this was over, she would have to find some fucker who thought it was acceptable to walk around alive with a tiny little baby-dick and give him the same treatment. Hmmm, more than one. Maybe it could be like a hobby, she thought. She would be like a superhero! Righting the wrongs that biology had inflicted on the world by wrecking small-dicked men everywhere! She laughed to herself at the thought.
Hell, why not do the same thing to Liam? He had a huge dick and equally massive balls... but that was all the more to crush and destroy. She wondered if crushing big balls was more painful than small ones. More tissue there to hurt, maybe? She would find out.
Still, onward with the present task. "I'm going to crush the life out of you now," she said. She moved down to straddle the dweeb's chest and rolled to the side, stretching her legs out and hooking her ankles so that her huge thighs scissored his ribcage. She began to squeeze, and his whimpers died away as she slowly crushed his chest. She watched his face with interest, seeing his eyes slowly glazing over. She released his neck, one hand going down to under her skirt to slide between the soaking lips of her pussy. She began to caress the nub of her clit, moaning in pleasure as she gradually murdered him.
As she increased the pressure, she began to stoke herself faster and faster. Her breath began to come in short rapid gasps as she felt his ribs begin to give way, breaking under the tremendous strength in her legs. The orgasm came quickly, just about the time his eyes rolled back in their sockets and his head lolled back, limp. She groaned as the waves of pleasure rolled through her, his chest collapsing under her thighs as she crushed his body relentlessly.
When she finally relaxed, he was quite dead. Cameron smiled, looking into his slack face. If only every man in the world had but one chest, she thought. I could crush them all. It was a silly thought, but a pleasant one.
She released him and went hunting. In the back of the office there was a locked door. She smashed it open. The motel's security camera recorder was in there, as she'd expected. This one recorded onto a built in hard drive. She mulled over what to do. She could throw the whole thing in a fire, she supposed, but who knew if that would really do it. In the end she took the whole thing and tossed it into the trunk of her car. She could deal with it later. It meant carrying around some pretty damning evidence, but what the hell.
She headed out onto the road.
As it turned out, the Georgetown branch was even smaller and quieter than the one in Rifle. The guy behind the counter was another little teen-aged nerd, and she wondered idly if they came off a production line somewhere. This time she tried the 'worried mother trying to find her kid' routine right out of the gate. It worked like a charm, the kid couldn't get on the computer fast enough. It turned out that she had missed Liam and Jade; they had checked out more than an hour before. Damn.
But he'd confirmed that they had made a reservation at another Millers in Lincoln, Nebraska. They'd actually asked his advice on which one to go for - there were at least a dozen of the things spread out between Detroit and Los Angeles. Turned out there was something of a company legend about it; Leyland Miller, the company bigwig and founder, used to travel between the two cities when he was barely more than a kid himself. He had a job driving cars across country, must have made the trip a couple of dozen times. Legend had it he didn't have a high opinion of the various places he stayed on the route, ultimately deciding that he could do better himself. So, at age 24 he had bought his first motel, a dilapidated old place not far outside of Detroit. He'd worked like a demon to turn it into a going concern, ploughing the profits into buying another, and another... and that was how he got his start in business. Thirty years later he had a chain of a hundred motels all across the country, but he always held on to the string of places between Detroit and LA. Out of nostalgia for the good old days.
"Wow, that's really interesting," Cameron said. She looked around carefully. Nobody in sight. How the hell do these motels stay open, she wondered. They never seem to have any guests! Maybe old man Miller ran them at a loss out of nostalgia, too. She smiled at the helpful little guy, whose name-tag identified him as Hector. "Tell me," she purred, "do you by any chance have a big dick?"
"Um, what?" He said, looking rather startled.
Fuck it. She was going to kill him anyway, and despite having had five orgasms already that day she was still horny as hell. She vaulted over the counter and grabbed Hector, dragging him into the back office. "Sorry about this," she lied, "but I'm just too damn horny to do the whole seduction thing right now. I need a big cock, and if you have one then you're going to service me whether you like it or not."
She grabbed the front of his trousers and yanked with all her might. The thin cheap material tore open in an instant, trousers, boxers and all. "Score!" She said, examining him. His cock wasn't as big as she would have liked, but definitely adequate. At least, it looked so limp. Maybe he was a real grower, she thought. "Get this up for me, now," she ordered as she swept an arm across his desk, dumping everything on it onto the floor. She threw little Hector across the freshly cleared top. "Come on, what are you waiting for!"
"You can't do this, this is rape!" He yelled in terror. "Help! Somebody please help me!"
Cameron punched him in the jaw, hard. She felt the bone crunch under her fist; broken for sure. It shut him up quite effectively, except that now he started blubbing and whining.
Cameron reached down and began to stroke that impressive member. Nicely sized balls, too, she mused. Jesus, she needed this.
"Look, there's no use whining," she scolded him. "If you keep it up, I'll just have to smack you around some more until you're no longer capable. You don't want that, do you?"
That seemed to get through to him, and he shut up. "Good boy," Cameron said. She glanced down, puzzled. "What's up with this, though? Why aren't you getting hard?"
"Can't you just leave me alone?" He replied. "I helped you, I did everything you asked!"
She sighed in exasperation. "Why do people keep saying that, as if it makes a difference?" She inquired. "Obviously you helped me, so you should. That doesn't mean I won't rip you to pieces if I feel like it! What, you think because you pressed a few buttons for me that I'm obligated to keep my hands off you or something!" She laughed at the bizarre notion and glanced down again, frowning. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Here the most beautiful woman in the world is stroking your dick, and you're all limp. What's up with that?"
He made a sudden bolt for it, and Cameron grabbed his head in a flash and smashed it into the desk a couple of times to calm him down. She stared at his cock in disappointed anger. "Hector, are you impotent or something?" She demanded.
"No," he slurred, "I can't... not with you, not like this..."
She saw red. "After having one guy today turn out to have a tiny little baby dick," she said, "I fucking strike lucky with you, and now this? You can't even get it up for me?"
She punched him in the balls. That punch was a masterpiece; she put every bit of weight and muscle power she could behind his. His big beautiful nuts were smashed instantly. "How dare you disappoint me like that! After getting my hopes up?" She smashed a fist down into his chest, right over his heart. He let out a truly beautiful noise and jerked spasmodically on the desk, clutching at his chest. "What are you, you sick little fuck, some kind of pussy tease?" She punched him again, and then again, and again. Bones splintered under her fists, flesh bruising deep and wide with each impact. She was beating him to death, and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop her. "Is that it, huh?" She grunted viciously as she drove her fists into him time and again. "You get off on it? You like showing girls your big dick and then refuse to get hard for them? Is it like a game for you? You have a good laugh about it afterwards, thinking of those poor girls all horny and frustrated?"
She flipped him over and dragged him to the edge of the desk. One hand gripped his wrist, holding his arm out. "Well shall I show you what happens to disgusting little pussy teasers like you, Hector?" She demanded. "They get fucking broken, that's what happens!"
She brought her other fist down on his elbow with every bit of strength she could muster. The joint made an audible pop as it tried to bend the wrong way, failed, and then bent anyway under the tremendous strength of that punch. Cameron laughed, twisting his arm and bending it back, feeling the bones grinding together as she ruined his elbow joint. "How's that, Hector?" She gloated. "Is that funny? Are you having a laugh about how horny I am now, you little shit?"
She moved around to the other side of the table and pulled him over to the edge, holding that arm ready. "Are you going to get it up for me now, fucker? Huh? Here I am, offering to fuck you. If you did it really well... no. You know what? I was going to tell you that if you could get it up, I would spare your life. But honestly, I can't even be bothered to tell that lie any more. I'm so sick and tired of you fucking males lately. First one who cheats on me, then one who tries to shake me down and force me to blow him, then one who turns out to have an insultingly small dick, and now here I am, finally with a good-sized dick at my disposal, and what, you won't even get it up!
She smashed his elbow with a single tremendous blow. He flopped around, screaming. "Well fuck you, Hector! Fuck you and your entire fucking gender!" She yanked his arm up his back, twisting the lower half of the limb as she did. "I swear to God that I'm going to kill every fucking one of you, one by one, if that's what it takes to get what I want!"
His shoulder locked as the joint reached its limit. Cameron yanked on it savagely, determined to smash her victim, to wreck and ruin him before she murdered him. She didn't take insults well, and he was the second man today to deliver a mortal insult to her. "It's bad enough when some little-dicked loser can't perform," she ranted. "Who cares, really, if a small cock can't get hard? It's no good when it does, so what difference does it make?" She twisted his shoulder brutally, feeling the tendons ripping as she yanked it with calculated viciousness. "But to have a good-sized cock, to have the kind of cock that I like and want to use, and then to deliberately withhold it from me? Fuck no!"
"Can't help it..." he whined between sobs.
She flipped him back over again and straddled his chest. "I'm so sick of hearing male excuses," she grated. "Can't help it, Cameron! Can't help that I cheated on you! Can't help that I have stuff you need! Can't help that I pulled you over! Can't help that I have a useless little dick! Change the fucking record you useless scum! You are on this Earth for one reason, one ultimate purpose - to serve me! To make my life happier and better! And here I have the decency to offer you the chance to do that, and you spurn it! Well now you die, fucker!"
She gripped his head between her hands and began to squeeze. Her fingers clenched against his skull, pressure building, slowly, ever so slowly. Driven by the immense power of her muscles, but also by the rage behind them, the fury that had driven her since that day she walked into the restaurant - was it only two days ago? Three? She couldn't even remember how long it had been, it was like time was a blur.
Hector screamed and thrashed as she placed her thumbs over his eyes. "Saw this on a TV show," she said softly. "It was soooo sexy. I always wanted to try it."
Her thumbs began to descend. Slowly, so slowly. She felt his eyes giving way beneath them, squishing little by little as she increased the pressure. The human eye could actually deform quite a bit. She'd read once that some scientists guy back in the day had stuck a blunt pin down the side of his eye and squashed it, trying to work out how it focused light or something. He'd had to lie down in a dark room for three days afterwards to recover.
Well, little Hector wasn't going to get that chance. She pressed... and pressed. He screamed and tried to struggle, but there was just nothing he could do. She felt his right eye pop under her thumb, then his left. There was no blood, though... instead, a slightly yellowish fluid seeped out. She pressed her thumbs deep down through the mush until they hit the bone in the back of his eye sockets.
"Stop fucking whining," she said angrily. She gave one massive, convulsive squeeze, and his skull practically exploded under her hands. Jagged bone plates crushed into the brain beneath. Cameron squeezed hard, and immense amounts of blood burst out of the shattered head. Grey sludge began to ooze out between her fingers, ruined brain matter. She could feel Hector's feet drumming into the desk top behind her. Interesting, she had heard that a person could do that after they died but she'd never actually seen it.
She squeezed again, crushing the brain completely. A massive pool of blood spread across the desk, carrying shards of bone and mushed grey brain matter with it. Hector's brains literally began to drip over the edge of the desk and onto the cheap carpet.
Suddenly the bell in the outer office rang and the door opened. Cameron froze in place as she heard footsteps crossing the cheap linoleum flooring. Oh fuck, who the hell was this?
If it was one guy, or one woman even, then no problem. If it was a couple... well, she could probably deal with that, too. But what if there was like a whole family out there? If they ran, scattered, she'd have virtually no chance of chasing them all down. Dammit!
The little bell thing on the front desk rang. Cameron stayed motionless, silent as the grave. Hector wasn't saying anything, of course, but his feet were still twitching. Each time they did, his heels hit the desk with a little thump that suddenly sounded rather loud.
She thought about getting off the desk... stand quietly behind the door to the outer office, perhaps. Ready to strike if needed.
The bell rang again. "Hello?" A voice called out. A male voice.
Probably a man alone, she thought. She could go out there. Chances were that he'd be frozen in shock at the sight of her, covered in blood and a liberal smattering of bone and brain matter clinging to her. Big and muscular as she was, she'd look like something out a damn horror movie.
But if he didn't freeze... if he just turned and ran... no telling how fast he was. He could be a marathon runner for all she knew. Cameron had astonishingly fast reflexes and could move very quickly for a woman of her size, but like all body-builder types she wasn't really top notch in the sprint department. He could get away.
So, she waited. The bell rang again. Another shout. It seemed to go on and on.
Finally, there was a frustrated sigh. Footsteps retreated. The door opened, slammed.
Cameron released a breath she hadn't realised she was holding, and let go of what was left of Hector's head. It was just a ripped bag of skin with shards of bone and brain remnants inside it now. She looked down at herself, smiling at the sight of all the brain matter all over her. It was a good look for her! But she couldn't go walking around like this, she mused, people would stare!
She found an employee bathroom in back and washed the worst of it off. The shirt she was wearing had had it, though. She was glad she'd brought so many with her.
She chanced walking out to the car and getting a new one. Still nobody about. Fortune continued to smile on her, so it seemed. Cameron had never been religious, but she was starting to wonder if karma or fate or something was on her side in her mission. It seemed like the universe was all but actively helping her in her hunt.
Not long to go now, she thought as she drove out and back onto the interstate. She thought of Liam somewhere ahead, driving down the road without a care in the world, and put her foot down.
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