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  And I guess that’s why I try my best to keep him satisfied with really good head, because while being sexually brutalized can be fun, it’s not something I want on the goddamn menu every time we lie down to fuck.

  I give him another slow lick, this time down the length of his cock, before I suck one of his balls into my mouth. Judge always tells me that one of the things that he love most is when I suck his massive balls and stroke his cock at the same time, so I made it a habit. It keeps him happy and my pussy safe from being massacred regularly.

  His body shifts as he reaches over me, and I can hear him crush the cigarette in the small ashtray in the dashboard. Thank God. A firm smack on my ass makes me squeal and he laughs. Even now, with his balls in my mouth, he still finds a way to be brutish.

  I move my attention quickly back to his cock and gently lick up and down the length. I like to tease him; it drives him wild and dulls his senses for the most part so maybe he’ll forget to – SMACK!

  And then again, maybe not.

  I squeal again, and this time he gently rubs my ass where he’s so viciously smacked it, before using his hand to push my shorts down. I take a deep breath and nibble slightly on the head of his dick, arching my back as he slides my panties to the side, moving his fingers into my wet hole.

  That’s all it takes.

  In another breath, his cock is in my mouth, and as I gently, but quickly move my head up and down, he moans quietly, sliding his fingers in and out of me. He wants to fuck me, I know he does, but he also knows that we can’t stop. Not in this barren wasteland, not even for a five-minute fuck.

  “Come on, baby,” he groans in a thick voice. “Get me off.”

  I do as I’m told, because it’s what he wants. I won’t finish, but he will and that’s okay. The moments we do get to spend with not even a second of recovery, he always takes care of my needs. Even if it’s too painful to even enjoy.

  I begin to move my head up and down, faster and faster, my hands trailing my movements on his cock. He’s getting closer; his breathing is becoming ragged and I know it’s time for the kill shot.

  I pull my mouth off his cock as he jams his fingers in and out of me as fast as he can, moaning loudly.

  “Fuck!”

  “Don’t stop, Jess,” he pleads and so I lean my head back down, and begin to rake my teeth against his shaft. He loves that; the little bit of pain with the pleasure, and as he’s about to cum, he pulls over on the side of the road, stopping the car.

  Even in a moment of sheer fucking bliss, he’s smart enough to stop the car. If he loses controls and crashes, we’re more fucked than we are now and not in a good way.

  “Goddamn, baby girl,” he says breathing heavily. I sit up as he pulls his fingers out of my pussy and gently wipe the bottom of my chin. He came in my mouth without warning, but whatever. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s done it, but it might be the last, so I let him have his moment.

  Instead of getting angry, I take his hand and suck his fingers into my mouth. I can taste my juices on them, and with the taste of his salty load in my mouth it’s not so bad. Kind of like a median of sexual flavor, I guess.

  “Well, look at you. When did you become such a dirty girl?” he asks with a laugh as he slides his dick back into his boxers and fixes his pants.

  “Since I thought you might like it,” I reply with a shrug. “Did you?”

  “You know I did, babe,” he says with a smirk. Five times now in less than an hour and a half. “Ready to keep going? Maybe I can find us a nice hotel or something and fuck you properly tonight.”

  My vagina tightens at the mere thought. Fuck you properly usually means the caveman way; me Tarzan, you Jane, way of fucking and I really don’t think there’s time for that.

  “How about this? Let’s go get what belongs to us and then maybe we can have a nice house to fuck in? Some place safe that we can stay awhile,” I suggest meaningfully.

  Judge laughs and shakes his head as he glances over his shoulder before pulling back onto the road. “You always were the brains of this operation. I’m just here to be the brawn.”

  I laugh and shake my head as the tires begin to move over the paved road again. We should be down to about three hours now if my timing is correct, though I can’t be entirely sure because the clock on the dashboard never worked. Judge deciphers the time by how much or how little light there is in the sky.

  “I wonder what it’s like,” I mutter softly.

  “What’s that babe?” he asks glancing at me.

  “Oh sorry. I didn’t realize I said that out loud. I’m just wondering what it’s like; the bright side of life. Never been there before.”

  He lets out a sigh, “I don’t know, I really don’t, but we’ll find out soon enough. Shouldn’t be much longer now, I would imagine.”

  Another glance in the rear-view mirror, a-fucking-nother one, and I can’t take it anymore.

  “Why do you keep doing that?” I hiss at him.

  “Huh? Oh. Sorry. I didn’t think you would notice,” he replies sheepishly as he grips the steering wheel tightly again. “I just wanted to make sure we haven’t left anything.”

  I let out a huffy sigh. I know what he means by that and I understand, but I wish he could find another way or at the very least, be more subtle about it. The road behind us is in the fucking past and that’s where it should stay.

  “Don’t be mad at me, baby. You know I can’t stand that; you’re all I’ve got and I don’t want us to get there pissed at each other. Who knows what the fuck we’re walking into,” he pleads as he places a hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

  I cross my arms over my chest and pout. I know that I’m behaving like a child right now, but I hate that we’re on our way to something bigger and he’s still so goddamn paranoid about what we shouldn’t be worrying about anymore.

  “Can you not be angry at me, Jess? Not after everything we’ve been through together. I need you.”

  At this point he sounds like a wounded animal and I can hear the slight fear in his voice. As it turns out, the big bad wolf is afraid too, and it brings me an odd sense of comfort.

  I can’t help but love him even more now though. Knowing that he’s actually frightened of what lies ahead, but doing his best to be brave in the face of it for me makes me wish that things could be different than they are now. Unfortunately, this is the path we chose and we have to continue because going back is not an option.

  “How much longer do you really think?” I ask him curiously.

  “Fuck, babe. I don’t know; I really don’t. I’ve been guessing so far, but we’ve been on this road for so goddamn long that it has to be soon,” he replies shaking his head and rubbing his face tiredly. “But now that I’ve admitted that much, I’ll tell you anything else you want to know. My name? My real name? It’s Hank; not as cool as and roll off the tongue as Judge, but that’s what I got stuck with. What else you got?”

  I smile and place my hand on top of his, intertwining our fingers together, and sigh.

  “Nothing. That’s the only thing about you that remained a mystery for far too long,” I say softly.

  He nods, “I have a question myself if that’s okay.”

  “Of course, it is,” I reply.

  “Why did you say yes?” he asks, giving me a sidelong glance.

  “I’ve always wanted to know what true love felt like,” I begin with a shrug, “and you’re the only man who didn't look at me like some needy whore or a piece of shit. You’re different, Judge and I just wanted to be a part of something special. You offered it to me, and I jumped at the chance.”

  It’s an honest answer; as honest as I can give him at the moment, but the way he nods in understanding tells me that he accepts it. Our relationship didn’t start out as love because he really did steal me from my parents, and I didn’t exactly shoot his sister because she bit me; I shot her because he loved her so much. I wanted him to feel the same pain my parents felt when we ran
away together.

  The curious thing is, even though this didn’t start out as love, it started out in blood and death, I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s something strangely romantic in everything we’ve done, and when he found out that I couldn’t bear him any children, he didn’t discard me. He chose to love me instead, help me understand what it’s like to truly love someone in return, and not feel like I’m worthless.

  So while we started in blood and brutality, in lies and manipulation, we’ve turned it into something beautiful; a love others secretly wished they could have.

  Just like that hurricane that always threatened to crush Mama and Daddy.

  “It’s starting to smell in here, you know,” I say quietly as I wrinkle my nose.

  “Yeah, I know, but we can’t open the windows,” he reminds me.

  I sigh again as I turn slightly and glance in the backseat. I never knew a dead body bloated after being dead a few days, but I’m pretty sure the damned thing is ready to pop any day now. I’ll pull the steering wheel and chuck it out the fucking window if that happens, regardless of what he says.

  “I don’t think we should have brought that with us,” I remark as I turn and glance out the windshield again.

  “That’s the pound of flesh we needed, babe. I don’t know if it’ll work, but we have to try,” he says thoughtfully.

  “I guess. I just wish the kid had lived,” I say softly.

  “I’m not exactly a fucking surgeon, you know,” he snaps irritably.

  “What? No! Judge, I’m not blaming you for that! We had to try, and we did! I just wasn’t smart enough to know what to do with it once you got it out, but at least it’s with its mom, you know?” I reply desperately. I don’t want him to be angry with me, not when we’re so fucking close, and we are. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach, it’s not much longer now.

  He takes a deep breath and uses his thumb to gently caress the side of my hand. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Don’t be mad at me, okay? I don’t want to do this when we’re angry at each other.”

  “I’m not. I promise, I’m not. You’re not angry at me, either are you?” I ask nervously.

  “No.”

  “I love you, Judge.”

  “I love you too, Jess,” he replies softly.

  We drive in silence for what feels like another hour before he gets a sour look on his face. I can see his nose wrinkling, and it’s only a matter of time before I can smell it too.

  “Oh my God,” I say in disgust. It’s not the bloated corpse in the back of the car, and it’s not the stale stench of cigarette smoke hanging so heavily in the front with us. This is something different; something much more pungent and a hell of a lot more terrifying.

  “I think … I think we’re getting close,” he says, before he makes a loud retching sound. I’m afraid he’s going to throw up, and the thought alone makes me retch too.

  “Oh, fuck. Fuck,” he says loudly as he retches again. “Cover your nose, babe. This shit is bad.”

  I let go of his hand and do as he commands, trying to use my shirt as a shield against the terrible odor that’s seems to seep through the vents into the car, but it’s no fucking use. Nothing is going to make this smell go away, and it’s almost time to get out of the car.

  “Judge, I can’t do this. Can’t you turn around and go back? Find another road to go down, crash through the forest, I don’t fucking care, but I’m not ready for this yet!” I scream hysterically behind my shirt.

  “You know I can’t, Jess. This is the path we took, and this is where the road has led us. We have to finish this shit together; exactly how we started it,” he says, his face turning red as he tries to fight the smell still invading his nostrils.

  “I’m going to be sick,” I say nauseously, as I put a hand to my stomach and let my chin fall against my chest. “The smell is too fucking much.”

  The car begins to slow as the engine starts to sputter, and Judge curses loudly. I can tell that he’s even more scared than I am, because he’s frantically trying to turn the engine over, but to no avail.

  It’s time now.

  We have to get out of the car, and the pound of flesh that we brought to barter with lets out a sickening pop! as the gases in the body finally give way. Even the baby, the tiny corpse that looked so well preserved, begins to melt into a decaying puddle of gas and body fluid.

  The doors are opening now and we have to go. It’s time to face the weight of our sins, of the carnage and death we left behind us, because of the madness of our love.

  We’ve killed more than we should have, we’ve taken more than one innocent life to fulfill some sick fantasy of being a happy family, and this is the price we have to pay.

  Three days ago, on our last night with an actual roof over our heads, we found ourselves surrounded by the officers that had chased us across state lines.

  I attempted to get out of the car and bargain with them, but when they began to yell at me, I got scared and tried to run away.

  That’s when they opened fire and shot me multiple times in the back. I died before Judge did and it was too much for him to bear. He put the barrel of his gun to his head, and pulled the trigger.

  The last life we took, was that of the mother and her son, which is why they ended up in the back of the car with us.

  We had stopped by a small house and asked if we could use the phone, with the intention to just tie her up and rob her, but she fought back once she realized that we weren’t the nice young couple that we appeared to be.

  She was swollen with the child growing inside of her and I was so angry that she was willing to put that baby in danger just to get us out of her house, that I cut it out of her and took it with us. It didn’t survive the impromptu surgery though, leaving me unable to care for a child yet again.

  I understand it all now, plain as day.

  The road we’ve been on wasn’t exactly paved in good intentions for anyone other than us. Our selfish love for each other and no one else led us here, and now we have to face the consequences of our actions; allow ourselves to be consumed by the weight of our sins.

  “It’s so bright,” I whisper softly as Judge comes over to take my hand. I can feel him trying to pull me away from it. “Almost like a wildfire that’s burning just for us.”

  I pull away from him and walk to the edge of the road. The intensity of the flames is more than any human can bear but this is what we deserve and I won’t walk away from it, even if it means going the rest of the away alone.

  I spread my arms out widely on either side of me and close my eyes before I allow myself to fall into the flames of punishment I so richly deserve.

  “Babe, babe! Wake up! We have to go!”

  “What?” I ask groggily. Judge’s voice is frantic and he’s pulling at my arm, half dragging me off the bed. “What’s going on?”

  “Sirens,” he replies through grit teeth. The urgency in his tone and in his eyes is all I need to get my ass in gear.

  Fuck.

  “What about our clothes?” I ask as he begins to drag me out of the hotel room.

  “Fuck ‘em. We’ll find more somewhere else, we have to go. Now!”

  We run outside into the dark, cold night and I can hear the sirens coming closer fast. I don’t know how far we’ll get, but I have a feeling we can outrun them as long as the stupid car doesn’t give us trouble like last time.

  Judge frantically unlocks the doors and we both hop in quickly. He casts a quick look in the backseat to make sure our belongings are still there before he slides the key in the ignition and attempts to turn the engine over.

  “Come on you stupid fucking whore! Turn on!” he screams angrily, slapping the wheel and attempting to turn the engine over again.

  The night sky suddenly becomes riddled with blue and red lights. I glance out of the passenger window and see a rush of police cars screeching their way toward us until they’ve managed to position themselves in a circle around
our car.

  ‘Judge? Should I get out and talk to them?” I ask quietly.

  “Are you fucking crazy? Give me a minute and I’ll get this fucking thing started. We’ll plow right through their little bullshit barricade,” he grunts as he tries to turn the engine again.

  There are so many angry officers outside in the dark. So many guns pointed at us, and only one of them seems to be screaming at us. He’s telling us to get out of the car, and I want to. I want to talk to him and tell him that we’re not really bad people; or at least I’m not. I want to tell him that I got stolen away, too, but that if he can just give Judge a chance, he’ll understand why it’s so easy to love him.

  “I’ll be right back,” I say, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

  “Jess. Jess! Get back in the fucking car!” he yells frantically as I push the door open and step out. The officer immediately starts screaming at me to put my hands in the air, but I just want to talk to him.

  “Wait, I have something I want to say,” I shout back, wrapping my arms around myself.

  I can hear the driver’s side door of our car open, and Judge’s boots on the pavement as he steps out and tries to plead with me to get back in the car.

  I turn to look at him just to explain that it’ll be okay once the officers stop screaming and listen to me, but then I hear most of them screaming at him to drop the gun. I turn around and start to run toward his side of the car. I know he’ll listen to me and give me the gun, and that’s when I feel a really sharp succession of what I think are bites hit my back.

  Judge screams my name loudly as I lose my footing and land on my knees, and then I hear one more single, loud bang and begin to cry when his body lands on the other side of the car.

  I think they killed him and all I can do is stare into his vacant eyes as my own life slowly slips away.

  I think they killed me too.

  “Are we almost there?” I ask him in a bored tone.

  “Gettin’ nervous?” he asks with a chuckle.

  “I’m just sick of looking at all of these dead trees. There should be some kind of life around, you know?”