RSSThe Proxy
April 2, 2010
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The van screeched to a halt. The rear doors flew open, and a half dozen girls jumped out. They quickly seized their prey, carried him back to the van, and threw him inside. A moment later, the nondescript white van raced off.
Chip Morgan was laying in the back on the van, in complete shock. A moment later, he had been jogging around the lake, listening to some tunes on his iPod. He couldn’t begin to fathom why he had been abducted. Chip wondered if it was really such a bad thing to be kidnapped by a gang of attractive girls.
Chip entertained that thought for about a half second. One of the girls flipped him roughly onto his back. Another shoved her knee into his back, causing enough pain to subdue him while other girls securely tied his hands behind him. His ankles were bound to each other to complete the job.
At this point, Chip began to realize that this probably wasn’t just a harmless sorority prank.
Several minutes later, the van turned off the highway onto a gravel road. Chip bounced around in the back of the van, and he was able to feel every bump in the road. The interior of the van was complete silence – not a word had been uttered since he had been abducted.
After his body has endured much abuse, the van pulled to a stop. Chip was yanked roughly out of the van and forced to march forward. In his hobbled state, Chip was unable to move very quickly, and his captors were quite impatient. Chip fell onto his face twice as the girls urged him to move faster.
When he was finally told to stop, Chip took a moment to absorb his surroundings. There were perhaps two hundred girls in a circle around him, each wielding a flaming torch which allowed the empty field to be bathed in light. Ahead of him was small wooden stage, and in the middle of the stage was a low table.
The girl on the stage made a motion with her hand, and the dull roar of the crowd dissipated into complete silence.
“He has arrived. It is time for the ceremony to begin. Bring forth the man.”
Chip was forced to ascend the stairs. When he arrived on the stage, his binds were removed for a moment. Then the girls fastened him securely to the table at the center of the stage.
When Chip was secured, the leader of the group approached him and spoke loudly, so that the entire crowd could hear her.
“For thousands of years, men have viewed women as mere sex objects. Today is the day of reckoning for men. Man, I give you the kiss of death.”
At this, she moved very close to Chip and kissed him firmly on the mouth. An increasingly confused Chip allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure of the moment. When she pulled away, Chip was shocked to realize that he was bleeding.
Before he could make any sense of the proceedings, the next girl approached him and gave him the kiss of death – making a quick slice with a scalpel as she kissed him. Then the next girl, and another, and another. Chip quickly realized that the kisses were intended as a mockery of men’s treatment of women as sex objects.
After the final girl made her cut, she followed the others in procession out of the field. Chip was left alone with his thoughts, dripping from the hundreds of cuts on his body.
After the girls had left, the location once again reverted to nature. A short while later, the wolves began to approach and the buzzards circled overhead.