In Laymon's Terms

“It seems you won’t be sticking around to greet Our Nameless Lord.” He put one of his guns against her forehead. “I’ll pass along your regrets.”

6.

The amazons brought Mandy and Mike to the edge of the lawn. They were pushed down to a kneeling position, facing the house. An amazon stood behind each of them. The remaining four women stood a few feet away with Roger. They had their hands raised to the sky and were chanting in a language that Mike didn’t recognize.

“It’s made up,” Mandy said. She spit out another glob of blood. “Roger invented the ‘Nameless Lord’ language one night after snorting a bunch of coke. And these steroid lesbians will do anything he tells them.”

The amazon behind Mandy smacked her in the back of the head.

“Ow!” Mandy turned her head as much as she could. “Lisa, you are such a bitch.”

The big woman said nothing.

“How do you know them?” Mike’s teeth were chattering from fear. He felt as if he were trapped in a drive-in movie.

First the teenage guy gets laid, then killed.

“The Wonder Women? We all went to the same gym. I met Roger at UCLA. We shared an acting class. I wanted to do theater. He had his sights set on Behind the Green Door, Part 12.”

“You, uh, dated?”

I’m pathetic, he thought. I’m about to die and I want to find out if she was screwing him.

“For a while,” she laughed. “Until I realized what a twisted nutjob he really was.”

Lisa smacked her head again.

“Shit! Lisa, you know where he got all this Nameless Lord stuff? You’re following a guy who found his religion in a goddamn comic book.”

Lisa hit Mandy a third time, then resumed staring at the other women and Roger.

The chanting had stopped.

Roger walked over to Mike and Mandy, his large erection bobbing up and down.

He was smiling.

“Our Nameless Lord has asked me to give you one final chance to come back to us.”

From her kneeling position, Mandy looked up at Roger, her gaze defiant.

“Okey-doke,” Roger said. He pointed one of the silver-plated .45s at Mike’s head. “Say good night to the boyfriend.”

Mike couldn’t breathe. He was going to die. Just like Duncan and Greg. Please don’t let me piss myself, he thought.

“Wait,” Mandy said. “Okay, Roger. I’ll come back. I’ll go to the meetings.”

“The services.”

“Right. I’ll do the chant. Whatever you want. Just don’t kill us. Let the kid go.”

Who’s the kid? Then realization struck. Me? She called me the kid?

“He’s not your boyfriend?”

Mandy snorted. “Get real. His pals told me what a little loser he was. I felt sorry for him. Doesn’t mean he deserves this.”

Mike felt the disappointment and the humiliation like a blow to his stomach.

Little loser. I felt sorry for him.

Just like high school.

Nothing had changed.

Roger considered her words.

“Sorry. He’s a witness. He has to die.”

Fine, Mike thought. Just get it over with.

“But,” Roger added, “you may decide how quickly it happens. One shot, boom, and it’s over. Or, I can give him to the girls.”

The naked, blood-soaked females behind Roger smiled and raised their swords. Suddenly, Mike very much wanted to live.

“What do you want?” Mandy said.

Roger inched closer to Mandy. He moved his hips until the head of his penis was in front of her mouth.

“I want you to worship the holy staff of High Priest Ares,” he said. The .45 in his left hand was still centered on Mike’s forehead. “And you better make it good.”

7.

Mandy’s face went through a number of changes very quickly. Shock. Disgust. Anger.

Resignation. When she looked at Mike, he saw sadness.

“Sorry about all this,” she said.

He tried to smile at her, to be brave in the face of certain death and all that Indiana Jones crap. But he knew if he tried to smile she would see how much his lower lip was trembling.

She turned back to Roger and took his erection into her mouth.

She went to work on it like an expert, sliding her lips up and down the shaft, the blood from the penis mixing with the blood from her mouth.

Roger closed his eyes and rocked his head in ecstasy.

Then Mandy bit off the end of his cock.

Roger screamed and pulled away. His finger jerked spasmodically on the trigger of the gun in his left hand. He was falling backward and the shot went high, hitting the amazon who held Mike.

Mandy leapt forward and grabbed for the pistol in his right hand. Roger screamed again but would not let go of the gun. The barrel was slick with blood and Mandy lost her grip. She fell back into Lisa and they both tumbled off the edge of the lawn and rolled down the slope.

Stunned, Mike knelt staring at the flopping, twitching body of Roger. He had clasped both hands to his groin. Blood was gushing from between his fingers. The remaining amazons were just standing there, too shocked to move.

The other pistol lay a few feet from Roger.