Annabelle

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

Once the body had been loaded onto the dolly, they made a hasty exit, wheeling the dolly out of the temple, across the compound, towards the garbage incinerator.

No one said a word as they reached their destination.

The incinerator's constant hissing and deep throaty roar reminded Randy of an angry starving beast. He helped Nathan and Paul lift the bulk that was the cop off they dolly.

With a heft, they threw the canvas covered corpse into the glowing red maws of the black beast.

The sounds suddenly changed in tempera and depth as the maws received new fuel for its consumption. The beast roared and hissed as it ate into the cotton sheeting and the body, releasing a gagging stench of burning human flesh.

Randy and the boys drew back, covering their noses and mouths, trying not to gag on the noxious fumes.

There would be nothing left of the cop by tomorrow but some charred bones which would be pulled out and ground into powder for Anh Hai's various magic needs.

Randy had barely dumped the body when he saw Bin Dat walking between the covered awnings going from the temple to his own quarters.

He slapped Nathan on the chest.

"I gotta go take care of something important. Both you guys stand here until that body has completely burned dow. Do not leave until I get back."

With that, he took off in the direction of the old man.

He was right behind Bin Dat, so when the caretaker had unlocked his door, Randy reached out and pushed it wide open.

Immediately the pungent smell of decayed flowers slapped Randy bin the face.

Holy Mother of God! So this was where it originated from. He'd smelled this noxious odor emanating from Bin Dat but had never realized it came from his room.

"What do you want?" Bin Dat spat with fury.

"Just a chat, old man." Randy looked around Bin Dat's small monk-like chamber, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

The dying evening light seeping through several small round porthole windows was the only source of illumination in the darkened room.

Why the hell had Bin Dat gone through all the trouble of putting those round windows into the walls instead of keeping normal rectangle windows like the rest of humanity? Did he think this was a fucking ship?

There wasn't much in Bin Dat's room. His single bed with its thin cotton blanket and single pillow hardly looked comfortable. The easy chair in the corner of the room didn't seem easy or much more comfortable, for that matter.

There was a writing desk with nothing on it save for a paper weight made of some heavy object and a desk lamp.

Randy reached out and yanked the cord on the lamp, bringing a bit of light into the room.

Then he pulled out the hardwood chair from the desk and took it to the corner where he straddled it. Placing his arms on the back rest, he rested his chin on top of his arms and regarded the caretaker with a careless gaze.

"I want you out of my room now!" Bin Dat pointed to the door.

"Not till you tell me what I want to know."

"Can't this wait until Anh Hai gets back?"

"I'm not leaving 'till I get some answers."

Bin Dat sighed and sank down on the easy chair.

"What do you want to know?"

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

"I wanna know why we gotta keep the girl alive for two fuckin' weeks until Anh Hai gets back. Why can't we dispose of her now so that the cops don't have nothing to hang us on."

Bin Dat shook his head

"We all receive our orders, and I wish you would just abide by them and leave me alone to do my job."

"But Bin Dat—"

"Ah!" The caretaker held up his hand. "You know the drill, Randy. Don't try to change the plans now that Anh Hai's absent."

"Forget the drill, Bin Dat. Think about the risk we're taking just having her here man. You know anything can happen, and then we're up shit creek without a paddle. Who's gonna save you then?"

"Two weeks is not a long time. We can handle a little girl."

"Two weeks is a damn long time! That's long enough for FBI to come crawling all over this joint looking for both her and the cop!"

"Don't get so paranoid, it's not good for your health. Nothing will happen. Not while I still have my little Annabelle."

"Who?"

"She's sitting right here on my lap."

"Man, don't get weird on me. Stay in this dimension!"

"Don't be scared. Nothing to be scared of. Want to see my little Annabelle?"

Randy's eyes narrowed.

"Fuck you. I ain't buying your ghost stories."

Bin Dat chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through Randy's body like waves across the surface of a pond.

"It's already dark," he said in a soft sing-song voice. "There's a a half-moon out and it's still low on the horizon yet, but you can still see with it."

He chuckled softly.

"It's the only way to really see because the daylight makes everything that is beautiful, completely invisible to the naked eye."

"Shut up crazy old man, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Turn off the light."

"Huh?"

"I said—turn off the light." This time, Bin Dat's voice broke no arguments.

Randy stared at Bin Dat's face unblinking. He reached out towards the dangling cord dangling from the lantern and yanked on the chain.

Darkness engulfed the room leaving the two men isolated within their minds. As Randy's eyes got used to the murky shadows cast by the light of the moon shining into the round portholes, he began to notice the pattern that the portholes made on the wall opposite them.

The pattern began to dance, weaving a knot of madness in the dark air within the room, glowing with a phosphorescent greenish light.

The smell of rotting flowers grew intense—so intense that Randy began to sweat as he recounted the horrifying days and nights, crawling through underground catacombs digging through dead bodies looking for things to steal.

He heard the light tinkling laughter of a woman.

Horrified, he turned towards Bin Dat and felt a warm hot liquid running down the crotch of his army regulation fatigues.

There really was a woman entwined on Bin Dat's bony lap.

She looked quite young. No more than eighteen or twenty. Too young to be doing what she was doing to such an old man.

Her legs were wide open, wrapped around Bin Dat's torso.

Randy could see right through her translucent bare buttocks, directly to the large lump that was the hard-on under Bin Dat's robe.

The girl turned and smiled at Randy in a sexy manner as she continued to rub her naked crotch onto that of old Bin Dat. Her slow undulations directly on his hard genitals increased until the old man began to moan with ecstasy, clenching and unclenching his thin fingers on the armrest of the easy chair.

It took only several minutes of this intense friction for Bin Dat to reach orgasm, soiling his robe with semen.

The girl unwound her legs from around Bin Dat and made her way over to Randy.

Unable to breathe in her noxious decaying odor, Randy held his breath until he became light-headed for lack of air.

She reached out and touched his penis.

"Oh shit!" He muttered to himself since he wasn't sure if the girl could hear him.

Despite his recent accident and the fact that he was scared shitless, Randy began to get aroused.

Perhaps it was because Bin Dat had ejaculated and nothing terrible had happened to him, or maybe it was because Randy hadn't been with a woman in such a long time.

Whatever the reason, he found himself responding eagerly to her light teasing touches.

Within seconds, he had dropped his pants, exposing his large erection to her eager hands.

She fondled the top of his penis, making his one eye weep with joy, and then she gripped his shaft with both hands.

He groaned and gripped the chair, his head lolling back, enjoying the pumping action her hand was providing him.

And then she moved in closer, bringing the top of his penis towards her mouth.

Randy's eyes grew round with excitement as she began licking and sucking the tip of his penis. She moved her head down and took his entire length into her mouth, swallowing the entirety of his hard cock into her throat.

Within seconds, it was over.

With a silent bang, his sperm shot in an arch, going right through her head, into the darkness, hitting the floor with a series of splats.

As Randy's ragged breathing slowly regained normalcy, the greenish glow began to diminish and the odor of decrepit flowers began to fade.

"Holy shit, Bin Dat. What the hell was that???"

Randy stared as the shimmering presence of the girl began to dissolve.

"That, you fool, was Annabelle."