The Bone Breaker


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by John Savage

A horror story by John Savage, originally published under the pen name Brian Donovan.  This is a HORROR story of a NON-EROTIC nature (more or less), unlike most of John’s works.

Talking to ghosts is a strange way to make a living, but for Melody Lane it was better than waiting on tables. And she had the skills for it. Having always been psychic to a degree, and wanting to help people, it seemed natural to contact the dearly (or not so dearly) departed – for a fee.

When a young girl wants her to confirm that her missing sister is dead, Melody becomes enmeshed in a dangerous web of murder and torture. The sister is dead, and the man who killed her plans to do much more than just that one killing. Even worse, he does much more than just kill his victims: he smashes every bone in their bodies, one by one, while they are alive.

Melody can talk to ghosts but will that help her combat this fiend? And when he comes up with a weapon to counter all she can bring against him, the stakes become much higher. She may soon become a ghost herself…

Published: 2 / 2011       No. words: 35,100EX1t

“Okay,” he began again, his calmness in stark contrast to her panic and fear, “a few ground rules. One, you may scream all you want. In fact, I encourage it. It will help you cope with the pain and I love the sound of a woman screaming in agony. Of course, I have made sure that no one will hear you. Number two, you may try all you want to free yourself from these restraints. Struggle with all your strength. Fight with every ounce of will in you! I enjoy watching that, too. And number three, no passing out. Faint, and I’ll find a way to revive you. It will only make the ordeal that much longer.”

He leaned against the table so his face was closer to hers. “I know it’s almost too much of me to expect you not to faint when the pain becomes intense as the hours go by. But please try not to.”

He reached over to a table behind him that was out of her sight. When his hand came back into view, it held a pair of scissors. “Time to get you ready, sweet. Oh, by the way, what is your name?”

“You can’t be serious!” she cried out. “Let me go! Let me go!” The last ended in a near-scream.

The slap was sudden and surprising. But it stopped her outburst.

“I asked you your name,” he said reasonably. “Please tell me what it is.”

“Kathy,” came the reply between sobs.

“Good, Kathy. Now I’m going to cut away these clothes because they’ll only get in the way.” He began to snip at the blouse. “I suppose I could start with these still on you, but I’ll have to take them off eventually, so I might as well do it now.”

It took a little effort to pull the blouse and shorts out from under her body because she was so firmly attached to the table. He saved the slender red panties to last, but soon they joined her other shredded clothing on the floor.

“You can have sex with me,” she stuttered. “I won’t fight you.”

“Silly Kathy! Of course you won’t fight me. How could you? Look how you’re locked down to that table.”

“I’ll be nice to you,” she countered. “I’ll do whatever you want. I know how to use my mouth on a boy.” It was a woman’s last ploy; her body, sexual favors. A little thought would have shown her that she really had nothing to offer, nothing to barter. He had her body and could do anything to it. And that included forcing her to do those “nice things” she was promising.

“You do have a nice body. So young and firm. Even lying down, those breasts are very nice. And that slender waist. And that cute little patch. Screwing you would be fun. And maybe I’ll get to it. But later. There is so much more I’m going to do to you first. Things that most men would love to do to a girl but haven’t the courage to try.”

He put the scissors away and picked up a book that he set down on the table next to her naked hip. She could not see the title and did not care anyway. Kathy was crying softly as she frantically tried to think of something to say to avert a terrible fate at the hands of this monster.

“Now here is how this will work,” he began. “This is a book called ‘Gray’s Anatomy.’ You probably don’t know about it, but it is a very useful book. Contained within are all the parts of the human body. Every organ, every muscle and…” He paused for dramatic effect, “every bone!”

Kathy muttered something he could not hear. Maybe she was not even aware of what she was saying, so overwhelmed by fear was she.

“There is an old expression you’ve probably heard. ‘To break every bone in his body.’ Have you heard that? I’m sure you have. Well, that is what I’m going to do.” He learned closer and spoke slowly as if to assure that she heard and understood every word: “I am going to break every bone in your body.”

He grinned as if expecting approval of his announcement. Kathy sobbed and shut her eyes tightly.

“Well, I think you’ll come to appreciate what a wonderfully artistic way it is to cause pain and eventually death.” He leaned over to place his face very close to hers. “You know, I’ve always been fascinated by the human skeleton. All those bones holding us up. Did you know that there are 208 bones in the human body? No? Well, there are. And I’m going to break every one of them. And the exciting part is that you’ll be alive all the while! Ah, you think one broken bone hurts, wait until you have broken bones all over your body.” He sighed.


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