Serial Predators

Kara realizes early on that the heavyset Mama is more than deranged; she is a violent psychopath and serial killer. She makes sacrifices to deal with it in an endeavor to win her over and ensure their survival. Later, they are joined by newlywed captives.

Kara survives, but at a cost. Psychologically damaged, she leaves friends and family behind and hits the road, now with characteristics similar to those who had imprisoned her.

This is her horror story, intended for readers age eighteen and over. It follows her through her captivity and later cross-country as she goes on her sexual and murderous misadventures.

Excerpts: "What are you doing?" asked the young woman as she squirmed to be released from Mama's grasp.

"Shhh, just sit still, honey." The old woman slipped her hand under Kara's blouse and inside her bra.

"She has nice, soft breasts, Papa." He grinned broadly.

"Stop that " demanded Kara. Mama pinched her nipple in response, hard.

"Ouch That hurts "

"Sit still, sweetie, or you'll hurt even more " Mama placed her thumb over Kara's eye and pressed down hard. "Either you cooperate, or I'll squash your eye. Which is it going to be, dear?"

"Stop it, stop it " she screamed.

"Well....which?"

"I'll cooperate " conceded the frightened girl. - - - - - Her warden slapped her hard. "You need to learn some manners, sweetie " The large woman dragged her outside of the playroom and into the other section of the basement where she and Papa had a workshop with a nice assortment of power tools. She turned on a table-mounted, electric buzz saw and it began spinning ominously. She forced Hailey's hand onto the table in front of the humming blade and said, "When you don't cooperate, you get punished " - - - - - We'll make it clear that if any of them talks or escapes, the others will suffer horribly.....They know Mama loves to chop off body parts, that she's eager to experiment with the drain cleaner down someone's throat, and that she has an affinity to squashing out eyeballs.....I figure we could clear a grand a week. Once things get started, the sky's the limit. - - - - - As she spoke, Kara got onto the bed and straddled Chrissy, pinning her arms between her legs. She leaned close and stared into the terrified girl's eyes. "You didn't give me my orgasm, Chrissy. Sad for me, bad for you." She grabbed a pillow and in one quick move put it over Chrissy's face, pulled the pistol from her backside waistband, and pulled the trigger, twice. The cushion muffled the sound. - - - - -

"You had others kill for you, Kara. You killed with a gun, a knife, suffocation, and fire. What else?"

"Torture."

"Oh my God. Spare me the details I don't want to hear about that." There was a brief pause, then Harper added, "Do I?"