High as whistles and as low as dying moans, a choir of blood-curdling screams exploded from the officer's radio, each terrifying cry as loud as an air...horn. The screams were mixed, portraying agonizing pain, traumatizing fear, a desperation to escape or be given death, and evil and wickedness that the human mind just could not comprehend. The screams pierced Jason's skull like a dozen power drills, making him feel like he had just been hit in the forehead by a load of buckshot. Screaming in. I crawl across to you and pull off your hat, as your dark hair falls into your face, I stare into your clear blue eyes. I feel your soft lips brush against my face searching, hungry for mine. As you attempt to rise from the mound of snow I push you back down forcefully, pinning you down and kiss you. Then I offer my hand to you and we rise and begin to walk through the moonlit woods. You can hear the ice crunching below our boots as we walk through the glazed white surface. We come to an old. “I know its more than a grand. But don’t worry; I’ve got it all figured out. I know why you’re brought me and Renee and Samm out here We’re gonna party, right?” she said this while winking and giggled at me. I did not reciprocate. “Here, Renee’s a bit of a slut. I think that a night of fucking and sucking, then a couple weeks where Renee and me do a little on the side quickies and BJs, and we can call it even. What do you say?” she asked as she handed me the bowl. I put it aside. “Two things. My toy won’t work anymore and I can’t reach my cunny. I am just soooo horny, I need to play.’ ‘I know you want to play,’ snapped Jade, ‘But we need you to help us.’ ‘But you’re being really mean.’ Whined Sammy, ‘I don’t think I want to help you nasty mean girls.’ ‘Please you have to!’ pleaded Trisha. ‘You just have to flick that switch by your hand.’ ‘I don’t want to.’ Declared Sammy, proudly. ‘I want to play with my titties.’ ‘Please,’ continued Trisha. ‘If you flick the switch then maybe we.