Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

All Good Plans

She digs her fingernails into the floorboards and drags herself closer to the doorway. Quickly, she casts a desperate look over her shoulder at his still unmoving body that lies a few feet away. She reaches out again, dragging herself closer to the door. To her surprise, a foot comes stomping down onto her hand, stopping her in her tracks. She screams in agony as he is on her quickly, grabbing a large handful of hair. He smashes her head into the floor several times before she finally goes limp.

“Fucking BITCH,” he says as he drives a boot into her side. “Thought you could fuck with me, did you? Thought you could make me suffer! Well, suffering is the only thing you’re going to be doing now, you piece of SHIT!” he says, driving another boot into her side.

Five minutes earlier

She smiles at him as she brushes the hair from her eyes. “So, what do you think?”

“I’m not sure, it’s a big risk,” he says, looking up from a piece of paper. “I mean, I can see you’ve done all the calculations, allowed for everything that could go wrong, but there are still so many things that might not work, and, well, fuck, we don’t need more pressure right now, not like this.”

“Don’t be a chicken. There’s no way this can fail, not if we follow the plan, not if we do it exactly like I’ve written out.”

“Your plan’s not as foolproof as you think. There’s still so much that could go wrong. We could end up losing everything, and then what are we going to do?”

“We’ll work it out,” she says, getting up from her seat. “We just can’t keep going on like this, talking about what could be, what life would be like if we had this or that. Let’s just fucking do it, take it, make our lives become what we dream them to be.”

“I-I-I-I, I don’t know, Sammy. We could totally fuck it up. The plan needs to be something simple, something where we have total control over everything and everyone. I just think your plan’s too crazy, too many balls in the air. It just won’t work.”

“Bullshit,” she says, pushing him. “This is a surefire plan, Tommy. There’s no way it could go wrong. Everything is planned out. Everything is calculated to the nearest fraction. IT CAN’T FAIL!”

“Sammy, baby, we…” A loud crash comes from the room opposite, and they both freeze in place. Slowly, they stare towards the doorway to the room. Tommy picks up a revolver from the table, looking over at Sammy as he slowly gets up from his seat and takes several nervous steps towards the door.

“Don’t damage him; he’s not worth anything dead.”

“I know, alright? I know! Just shut up,” he says, placing a hand on the door handle. Taking a deep breath, he pulls it open, and they both stare into the darkness beyond. It’s too late when Tommy notices the wooden post crashing down onto his skull, sending him to the floor in a heap. Sammy turns quickly and frantically strides towards the other doorway as a man steps out of the room. He clutches the post in his grip, then hurls it at her. With a crack, it hits her in the back of the head, and she tumbles to the floor with a violent thud. Desperately, she reaches out, digging her fingernails into the floorboards as she tries to drag herself towards the doorway.

Now

Sammy awakens to a world of pain and confusion. For a few moments, she sits there in silence as her brain tries to fill her in on what happened before she found herself here. She heaves forward, trying to move, only to find herself bound tightly to the chair. She looks up frantically, and her eyes grow wide with fear as the bloody, beaten body of Tommy sits unconscious in a chair opposite her. In-between them both, he sits, a revolver in his hand, and a smug smile on his face.

“Welcome back, sunshine. I wouldn’t worry too much about lover boy there; he’s not coming back anytime soon. I’d worry more about yourself at this stage, because, sugar, I’ve got so many things to show you,” he says with a broad grin.