Her Moons Denouement (Fallen Angels Book 2) (24 page)

Chapter 38

‘The hills are alive, with the sound of music, with songs they have sung for a thousand years.’  Dessie sang, pirouetting around the room holding Eve’s severed hand, waving it as she twirled and swopped with the ululations of her voice.

Coleen was whimpering in her cage, facing the wall, not wanting to look at what was happening in the room.

Pastor Bentley was sitting on his small wooden seat to the side, his trousers around his knees.  His penis was erect and one of his hands was circling it, tugging gently. He lewdly glared at Eve, who was looking straight up at the darkness in the vaulted void above.  Her legs had been prised open and a metal beam with semi circular grips on each end had been wedged between her knees to stop them closing.  Blood was dripping from her exposed vagina.

‘The hills fill my heart with the sound of music, my heart wants to sing every song it hears.’  Dessie continued as she spun all the way around the autopsy bench, arriving back at Eve’s open legs.  She took Eve’s lifeless severed hand and stretched three fingers out on it, squeezing them together before thrusting them forcefully into Eve’s parted vagina lips. 

‘Father likes the hands.  He likes me fingering our girls with their own hands.  Look at the pleasure on his face.  He is enjoying it so, so much, and that makes me happy, happy, happy!’  Dessie purred, forcing the hand in and out of Eve, harder and harder, blood from the severed end flying everywhere.  She pulled it out quickly, and danced over to Pastor Bentley, sticking the glistening fingers into his expectant open mouth as she arrived, pulling her dress up and straddling him at the same time.

The door burst open, Fenny Bentley barging through, his face determined and angry.  The anger dissipated in a second, to be replaced by utter and complete terror as he saw his sister astride his father.  He froze, looking on in shock. 

Saul was behind him and bumped into his large frame as he tried to get into the room.  He sidestepped the large man, for the first time able to see what was happening.  Rebecca was following him closely and swore when she saw the vista in the room.  She saw Eve on the autopsy bench, looking back over to where she stood.  She strode purposefully towards her.

‘Nooooo.  Leave her alone!’ screamed Dessie as she climbed off her father and careered towards Rebecca, ducking as she approached her and forcing the whole weight of her quite considerable frame into Rebecca’s midriff.  Rebecca went sprawling over the floor, Dessie’s hands wrapping around her waist as they both fell. 

Saul, surprised by the stealthy intensity of Dessie’s attack reacted.  He crossed the floor quickly to where the two women were scuffling, Dessie trying to get purchase around Rebecca’s throat.  Saul grabbed Dessie’s wrists and tried to pull them away, but she was strong. 

Behind him, he felt a whoosh of air and then a second later a fist slammed into the side of his head, knocking him off balance.  Pastor Bentley hurled his ample, half naked body into Saul, not caring that his erection was scraping on the floor as he landed on top of him. 

Bentley was immobile, his gaze transfixed on the scuffles happening on the floor in front of him but his body not moving at all.

‘Help them Bentley.’ Eve shouted.  ‘I know that this had nothing to do with you.  Please, help them.  Look at what they have done.  Look at Coleen, look at me, look at my hand.  I know this has nothing to do with you Fenny.’

‘Don’t listen to her Fenny, you will help your father boy.’  Pastor Bentley roared as he wrapped an arm around Saul’s neck, pulling it tightly around his throat.  Saul flailed his arms backwards, trying to make contact with Pastor Bentley’s head.

Dessie had Rebecca pinned to the floor and was climbing astride her, but Rebecca managed to raise a leg and furiously kneed her in the genitals.  Dessie screamed and toppled to one side, allowing Rebecca to scramble from underneath her and scrabble to the stone wall, pushing her back against it, breathing in fast noisy pants.  She scanned her surroundings, looking for something to grab and use as a weapon.  A glint of metal above caught her eye and she looked up to see a machete on the wall.  She started to push her aching body up the wall, stretching out her hand to reach it.

Saul’s legs were pumping furiously as his neck was being crushed by Pastor Bentley.  He was trying to free wheel, to push himself around and slide out of the neck hold or at least to get traction to thump his assailant.  One of his feet caught the edge of the autopsy table, and gained purchase.  Saul pushed hard, forcing Pastor Bentley back, forcing him to lose balance, forcing him to loosen the grip around Saul’s neck.

‘You can help them Fenny.  I know you think you have been helping all of those women over the years, but you haven’t.  Your father and sister have been mutilating and killing them.  But you can help John and you can help Rebecca and you can help Coleen.’  Eve pleaded, her face ingrained with the pain of seeing him standing there, doing nothing.

Rebecca’s fingers scrambled for the edge of the blade as she forced herself upward, not quite able to reach, her legs weak and shaking, not able to raise her body any higher.  Dessie rolled over and onto all fours, snarling at Rebecca as she sat hunched, sneering at her, ready to pounce.

‘This is my family, they are all I have ever had.’ Bentley whispered as he looked down upon his sister and father viciously fighting on the floor, his features alive with disbelief. 

Pastor Bentley kicked his legs up as Saul stopped pushing, forcing the bare skin of his legs around Saul’s midriff, squeezing the thighs tightly around Saul’s chest.  Saul started banging his fists off Pastor Bentley’s legs, trying to dislodge them, trying to ease the increasing tightness in his lungs.  His face started to turn red, his eyes bulging as Pastor Bentley forced the air from his lungs.

Dessie pounced, throwing herself across the short distance to where Rebecca was still scrambling for the machete.  She hit her directly in the stomach, causing Rebecca to bend double and topple to the floor in agony, winded.

‘You are a very naughty girl and naughty girls need to be punished!’  Dessie screamed as she started to throw hard, hammering punches into Rebecca’s stomach, pummelling her senseless.

‘This is my family.’ Bentley whispered again, looking around the room.  Looking at the autopsy table, Eve lying on it, her legs akimbo, her genitals bruised and bloody, an arm stump whose hand lay discarded on the floor.  Looking at the cages, at Coleen cowering in sheer terror, trying to wrap non-existent arms around her ears to block out the horror.  Looking at the walls, at the sharp and dangerous implements of torture and dissection.  Looking at the cattle prod sitting above the cages.

‘This is my family.’  Bentley repeated as he moved for the first time, almost in slow motion, across the room and took the cattle prod off the wall.  There was a psychotic glint in his bulbous eyes, his hands shaking furiously as he walked firstly towards Dessie and Rebecca, lowering the prod to where they were fighting.

‘Fenny, what are you doing?’  Eve cried, not able to turn her head enough to see him.

‘This is my family.’ Bentley repeated again, thrusting the cattle prod down as he continued: ‘I have to protect my family.’

Chapter 39

Dessie convulsed, her body going rigid, shaking agitatedly as the electric shock overwhelmed her, knocking her to the floor.  Bentley stepped over her and strode directly to where Saul was gasping for air, his lips turning blue and puffy.  He thrust the prod past Saul’s head, straight into the chest of his father.  Pastor Bentley’s legs shot out straight, as did his arms, his whole body wracked with the electric shock.  Saul started to cough uncontrollably as he collapsed on the floor beside Pastor Bentley’s twitching torso.

‘They are my family and I have to protect them from themselves.’ Bentley reiterated quietly as he stood immobile once more and dropped the cattle prod to the floor.

‘Fenny, you need to restrain them, the shock will wear off in a few seconds and they will attack again.  Put them in the cages.’  Eve instructed, staring at his immobile back.  ‘Fenny!’ she screamed.

‘I fucking heard you!’ he shouted back as he bent over and grabbed his father’s leg and started to drag him unceremoniously toward the cages, mumbling under his breath.  ‘All the fucking grief you have given me over the years for wanking, and you are up to this.  You fucking hypocrite, you sick, twisted fucking hypocrite.’

Bentley hoisted his father up a few inches, then swung him into the cage Eve had occupied, slamming the door shut and locking it.  He slouched back over the room, to where Dessie lay on the floor, the twitching of her body subsiding.

Bentley stretched down to grab Dessie’s leg but before he reached it, her foot shot up and smacked him ferociously in his left kneecap, making his legs buckle, making him stumble to the floor.  He screamed in agony, gripping the edge of the autopsy bench as he fell.  Dessie pushed her arms down hard into the ground, forcing her torso into the air, sitting up and turning onto her haunches as she did. 

Bentley was directly in front of Dessie and she snarled at him, baring her teeth as she spoke, spitting.  ‘You always were weak Fenny.  You always were a let down.  You always were a waste of space.  I should have killed you when I killed mother.  It would have made life so much simpler.’ 

Then she screamed and leapt at him, fists flying as she started to pummel his head, forcing him to the floor.  ‘Cleaning for you.’ she punched, hitting him directly in the eye.  ‘Washing for you.’ she punched, cracking his jaw.  ‘Cooking for you.’ she punched, breaking his nose.  ‘Sharing our fresh meat.’

She pulled her arm back, ready to strike again and then stopped suddenly, anger dispersing from her face, to be replaced by surprise, then agony as she thrust her head back, howling.  The screech became guttural as blood shot out of her mouth, bubbling down her chin as she jerked forward, the front of her dress ripping, the tip of a blood stained metal blade appearing through the rip.  She jerked again as the blade exposed itself further, her head lolling to one side, limp as she collapsed forward, falling lifeless onto her battered brother, the blade just missing his chest.  The handle of a knife was sticking out of her back.  Rebecca sat on her knees just behind Dessie’s dead body, hands shaking with shock and with the exertion she had put into thrusting the knife through Dessie’s heart.

Saul pulled himself slowly across the floor, still gasping for breath as he headed towards Rebecca, looking at her stunned, quaking body, watching her lips start to quiver as the realisation of what she had just done started to overwhelm her.  ‘Rebecca, keep calm!’ he shouted.

‘John, what’s happened, is Rebecca alright?  Is Fenny alright?’  Eve asked, trying to bend her head to get a glimpse of the floor. 

‘Rebecca stabbed Dessie.  She’s in shock.  Bentley looks beaten up but I can see him breathing.  I’m crawling as fast as I can.  Where the hell is Adam!’  Saul wheezed.

‘He will be on his way.  Look after Rebecca, calm her down.’  Eve instructed with authority.

Bentley stirred, groaning as he forced the heavy dead weight of his sister off his chest.  Dessie rolled onto her back, the knife blade forcing itself further out of her chest.  She lay there, lifeless eyes staring vacantly at the cage her father was in.  Bentley turned on his side with effort, blood pouring from every orifice in his face, pain searing into every difficult movement.  He lifted his head with effort and looked through already puffing eyes to the cage where Coleen lay curled up foetal in the corner. 

‘I am so sorry Coleen.’ he apologised, dragging himself closer to the bars of her cage.  ‘I had no idea that they were going to do this.  I thought they were taking you away to a better life.  Not this hell.  You are safe now.  The bitch is dead and the bastard is locked up.  My bitch and my bastard.  I should have known.’ he said, shaking his head disconsolately, ‘I should have fucking known.’  She didn’t look up, she didn’t even move, just stayed tightly curled in her protective, quavering ball.

With one last stretch, Saul reached out and grabbed Rebecca’s shaking arm and pulled her towards him.  ‘It’s alright, you did what you had to do, just breathe.’ he said reassuringly, feeling her body fall into him with relief, feeling the outpouring of emotion as she cuddled tightly into him, feeling a maelstrom of tears roll down her cheeks.

Bentley turned his head toward the cage his father was in.  He was lying still on the bottom of it, watching his son intently, occasionally glancing over to the dead Dessie, a look of anguish apparent every time he did, a look of animosity appearing when he looked back at his son.

‘What the hell have you done, you sick bastard.’  Bentley scowled towards his father.

‘I just finished the job their spineless partners didn’t have the balls to follow through on.  They weren’t proper women, who looked after their men, not like Desiderata.  If they were, they wouldn’t have needed a beating.  Same as your mother, if she were any kind of wife, rather than a whore who would drop her pants at the sniff of another man, then things might have been different.’

‘What the fuck are you talking about?  Are blaming her for this!  So if she hadn’t fucked another man, you wouldn’t have killed twenty six women?’  Bentley spat furiously, his body shaking with rage.

‘Trust you to side with her, you dirty disgusting little urchin.  I’m sure all you miss about your mother is listening to the sound of her fucking coming down the pipes under the stairs, while you lay masturbating.’ 

‘Fuck father, can you hear yourself.  You’re half naked, your daughter fucks you.  You kill people and you think you have the right to belittle me!’

‘Dessie was right, we should have killed you.  She wanted to play with you, but I would never let her.  More fool me.  You were a waste of space and a good waste of fresh meat.’

‘Fresh meat again, what the fuck does that mean.’

‘Look at your sorry little friend over there, weak and worthless: and armless.  We take a piece at a time.  Dessie likes to play when we take it.  And then we fry, or roast, or boil or casserole the meat and we all have it for supper.  But it’s wasted on you.  The flesh and blood of those made in the image of our lord is lost on you.’

Bentley’s face, already battered and bleeding froze in terror, taking in the words his father had said.  He looked into Coleen’s cage, at her amputated arms, then over the floor, to Eve’s discarded hand.  He wretched, his stomach convulsing in disgust.

‘We eat them!  You keep them alive, taking a bit at a time off them and then we eat them?  I’ve been eating human flesh.  How long have I been eating human flesh?’

‘Your mother was the first.  It was especially pleasing when we fed you her vagina in a stew.  Coleen was your last.’

‘And all because a woman wouldn’t do what you wanted her to?  Where the fuck does religion come into this father.  Where the hell does it say anything about this being a good fucking thing in the bible?’

‘Flesh of his flesh, blood of his blood.  We take it every week.’

‘Fucking figuratively, yes, not bloody literally.’

‘You can’t reason with him Fenny.  He has taken his religion to its extreme and there is no way back for him.’  Eve’s voice came floating down from above, breaking the intensity of the conversation with its conciliatory air.

‘But the world should know what he has done in the name of his faith.  The world should know the atrocities he inflicted on all those poor women.  You can help with that.  You can expose him.’

Bentley moved his prone body onto its side with a pained effort and then forced his torso off the ground, sitting up.  He grabbed the side of the autopsy table and used it as a support to pull himself up from the floor, until he was standing over Eve.  He took the metal post from between her knees and then started to undo the bindings, setting her free.

‘You want me to tell the world what he has done and then kill myself, is that it?  Just like your other nutters?’  Bentley asked as he helped Eve sit up.  He took off his blood stained, filthy Mac and wrapped it around her shoulders, covering her nakedness.

‘No, I don’t want you to do that at all.  The other Angels left this earth because they were ready for the next experience, not because they wanted and end to this one.  You might want to do it for yourself, for your own peace of mind.’

Bentley laughed hysterically, his body convulsing with the guffaws. ‘You are some kind of clown, make no mistake about that.  What peace of mind could I ever have knowing that my father and sister are killers?  That they tortured and mutilated dozens of women.  That they killed my mother and fed her to me.  That I have been a party to their cannibalism.  That I helped bring each and every one of those women to this table.  Thank you for showing me what I was too blind to see, but there will never be peace of mind.’ 

Bentley looked at Eve with sorrowful tear filled eyes, the anger of the revelations being subsumed by the guilt of the part he had played in them.  He started to shake his head gently, looking around the room.  Looking down to Saul comforting Rebecca on the floor.  Looking over to his father staring at him without even a modicum of remorse.  Looking at Coleen, naked, mutilated and terrified.  Looking down at his dead sister, the bloody blade of a knife sticking ten inches out of her chest.  Tears rolled down his cheeks, his mouth shivering with the intensity of his emotions.  He turned to face his sister’s body.

Eve looked into his eyes and looked at his body position, her face filling with dread as she reached out an arm quickly to grab him.  ‘Don’t do it Fenny.’ she shouted.

‘Sorry Eve, I’m not ready for the next experience, I just want to end this one.  Look after Jackson for me.’ he tearfully whispered, letting his body fall forward, the full weight of his huge frame impaling him on the knife sticking out of Dessie’s chest.