The Butchered Tale of Lola Lopez and Douglas Pt. 3 (finale)

Lola opened her eyes with chest thundering. She planned to pretend that she passed out but felt that the floor was too cold and hard. She quickly scampered towards the far corner of the room, burying herself under the huge empty fish crates. Color left her face not because she was scared of what might happen to her but because the smell of rotten fish filled her nose, it was almost impossible to breathe. She went back where she bonked her head before and started to think.

Nothing.

She clinched that it was probably because of her fall but she quickly realized that she felt no difference; her mind was always like that. She sighed, concentrated, and did the yoga pose. She heard the loud motor of the yacht, the squeals of seagulls and the angry grumble of her tummy. After a minute of calming enlightenment, she came up with a list of plans:

1. Shoot seagulls, too noisy, can’t concentrate
2. Eat seagulls, too hungry, can’t think
3. Sucks aiming at flying things
4. Shoot Douglas instead
5. Eat Douglas
6. Find gun
7. (looked around) No gun
8. Whack with baseball bat
9. (looked around) No bat
10. Can’t…think…need…food

She whimpered, her tummy ached of need.

Lola didn’t know that behind the doors where she put her weight, Douglas was listening, also aching with need. He thought that Lola’s moans sounded lovely. If only he was the cause of those sweet moans…

'Coitus!' He cursed, gritting his teeth.

He unzipped his pants. Lola looked like a Barbie doll. Actually, she was the epitome of a gorgeous doll, a reality, something he always wanted but would never get. Douglas had a fetish for dolls, and though Lola was real, he thought that liking her started to make him grow up. His mother who thought that he was a worthless piece of shit always told him to grow up and get a life, but he just loved Barbie’s legs that he couldn’t move on. But his mother wouldn’t know about this anymore. She was after all, one of his dolls.

One night he was desperate for love, but there were no Barbies around where his car broke down. He saw an old gasoline station and an old house next to it. He saw a doll inside the house when he went looking for food, but it was a baby doll. He grabbed the baby and thought that was enough to satisfy his need. It was still a doll, he thought.

What he did was what a pedophile does, he realized. He felt sick and ashamed of himself, and murdered the baby doll. When he finished dismembering it, the eyes were still blinking, it drove him crazy that he kept stabbing.

That was when he saw Lola watching him. She looked like a goddess under the moonlight. That was also when he realized he wanted her so badly.

'Uhhhrrrmmm-uhhh ohhhh.' Lola moaned.

Douglas pressed his ear closer against the cold metal door and whispered to himself, 'Oh my Einstein! Why must Lola subsist as a blistering, burning at boiling point amatory beast of a woman?'

Hands now inside his pants, he closed his eyes, and his mouth watered as he imagined all the things he would do with Lola, given the chance.

Just as he was about to reach the zenith of pleasure, Lola stopped moaning. She stopped making any sound at all. Like a flower not watered for a week, what Douglas held wilted. He was in the verge of crying, but stopped himself and knocked.

'Are you still prevailing?' No answer.

'Lola?' Still no answer.

Douglas backed away several meters, his face that of a charging rhino. He then raced towards the door at full speed, his shoulders aimed against it. The door swiftly opened, it wasn’t locked after all. Still, he hit something blocking the door before it banged on the wall. A painful shriek was heard, and then everything was silent again.

Stepping inside, Douglas saw Lola lying face down a few steps away from the door, her limbs twisted in a funny manner, and her hair all over. He felt his throat tighten as he slowly walked towards Lola’s pallid body. He gathered her into his arms and consoled her hoping to hear her say something. When she didn’t, he broke into tears. Crying over her chest, he felt weird in a good way. He thought of crying more so that his tears would soak her clothes making it possible to take a peek on what was underneath. When he caught himself with those horrible thoughts, he pinched himself and wailed.

After a few moments, Douglas felt a hard tug on his hair. It was so painful that he dropped Lola’s body. Looking down on her, he saw that her bloodshot eyes were wide open, and her lips purple. She was so white, except for the dark red blood flowing down her nostril.

Douglas backed away shaking with fear. Lola came back from the underworld to haunt him, she might also try to kill him like what his mother tried to do, he thought.

'You stupid bastard.' Lola hissed.

'Don’t loom in my proximity!' Douglas’ voice came out jagged.

'I’m so hungry I could just tear a piece of you off.' Lola was mad with hunger, not to mention that it was his fault why her head felt like splitting.

Lola stood up wavering, she leaned on the wall near the stinking crates. Douglas was shaking like crazy, his face looked agitated and petrified. She wondered what was wrong with him, but realized he was scared because he thought she was back from the dead. She laughed at the idea of scaring him and felt proud for forming a way of escape.

'Graaaggrrrghh!' Lola roared gutturally. Raising her arms slightly overhead, she sauntered towards him.

Douglas shrieked like a woman. Grabbing a pipe lying on the floor, he struck Lola on her side which made her kneel and squirm in pain. 'What’s wrong with you?' She shouted angrily.

He held the pipe tightly with both hands and swung once more, hitting Lola on the head. It was so forceful that she fell on the floor, unable to perceive what was happening. Before her mind closed in on her, she felt warm liquid dripping down her forehead, into her lashes and down her cheeks. She was momentarily blinded, but was able to see Douglas' evil grin as he continued beating her with the bloody pipe. She also heard him repeatedly say, ‘you’re gonna be my doll.’


It ends here

Douglas rocked his chair back and forth, smiling contentedly as he blew smoke. He reached towards the chair next to him where his lovely wife sat. His hand slowly encased hers, carefully, as not to tear off the fragile skin. He caressed her still face, all beautiful and preserved. He traced her smile, and thought that this was the most beautiful thing he had created, well, apart from his mom. His hand slid down her cold neck and before he knew it, he was carrying her back to bed.

The Butchered Tale of Lola Lopez and Douglas pt. 2

‘I saw what I saw!’ Lola argued with the waitress who served her sundae.

'Look miss, if you don't believe me, why don't you order another bowl of sundae? You're hallucinating.'

'I am not. I saw you pour nuts into my sundae.' She said gritting her teeth and then mumbled, 'hate nuts, hate nuts.'

'Why don't you dig down your sundae? I swear you can't find a trace of nut in there.' The waitress eyed her again sharply as she walked back inside the counter. Lola scrutinized her sundae carefully, scared that she'd turn red as a tomato and itchy as fungi.

She kept blabbering and looking at the waitress as she pretended to be pissed after she finally realized that the waitress was right, the creamy coast was clear, no nuts in sight. When the waitress had gone to tend to customers, Lola wolfed down her sundae and stuck the last piece of cherry inside her mouth after a minute or two. As she got ready to stand up and leave, she pulled out a flask hidden at the back of her jeans, like a gun, and gulped the contents.

'I know you saw me.' A man's guttural voice said at the back of her neck, which made her shiver in surprise.

Lola gasped. Even if she was dumb, she wasn't stupid. She couldn't figure out the difference between the two but she pointed out in her head that the words were not similar. Anyway, Lola knew that it was the man who hunted her; Andy, the stout angler who works part time in the grocery where she tried to shoplift a bottle of whisky. He finally caught her!

'I swear I didn't intend to steal that whiskey, it-it jumped into my grocery bag.' She breathlessly explained.

'I'm not talking about that, fatuous. Hypothetically, you saw me while you were sitting below the northern sky where the big dipper is resting all year round. I noticed you amused yourself with its perplex circumpolar attribute. Don't disavow it.'

Lola had a sudden migraine. Every word the man said was like small needles piercing her brain. 'What the fuck are you talking about? If it's not about the whiskey, then go away.' She massaged her temples as she walked away from the man whom she noticed wearing a thick black trench coat with the collar raised up, obscuring the full view of the man's face.

'Halt.' The man painfully seized her arm. 'Wherever you are going, I will not authorize it.'

Lola's memory finally did her some justice for she remembered the night she was looking at the stars. Come to think of it, it was just last night after all. She mentioned it to some people in the apartment where her tired legs managed to take her before she passed out. When she woke up, she had a brand new empty brain, like a nutshell devoured of contents. Now that she remembered it clearly, her heart raced. All that registered in her head was that the guy holding her was a bad man. A criminal. A murderer.

'Let me go! You're a killer!' She screamed out loud enough that people walking outside the diner looked past the translucent glass walls made opaque by the print of the diner's name. Douglas let her go in panic after people started studying him suspiciously. He stormed outside as if he didn't know or care about Lola.

Lola knew he’d return to get her. And she'd rather be damned than to let his dirty shaky hands touch her again. Her teeth were chattering as an icy feeling engulfed her, puncturing every inch of her skin with fear. Her head ached because it was the very first time she thought about a lot of things and planned what to do next. Plan. The word gave her excitement and migraines. After an hour or so, she was inside her trailer, packing her things up.

She banged the metal doors of her trailer close after she pulled her knapsack behind her. When she wasn't able to latch the door in a hurry, she decided not to and immediately walked away. Before she turned on a curb, she noticed a man's head bobbing up and down in the bushes, probably trying to conceal himself. She grew alarmed and ran. When she looked back, the man was gone.

'Hah. Stupid fool.' She mumbled. Just then she bumped into something hard and wondered why she didn't see the wall coming. All the hair in her body stood up in fear when she felt sturdy arms trapping her. It wasn't a wall, it wasn't a pole, it was Douglas.

'Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!' Came Lola's screeching scream.

'Silence! I kill you!' Douglas voice came so small and strained but he felt proud because he was digging Achmed. Douglas thought he looked like him except for his afro hair.

Moving on, Lola managed to kick Douglas' crotch with her ultra mega stainless steel pointed heels that made Douglas scream in pain and roll down the sidewalk. Lola ran at full speed, without looking back in case there were walls or poles blocking her way. Her sore feet brought her to the harbor where she saw a sparkling yacht. She jumped in and thought she might hide there for a bit or until her brain would do a miracle and start working. She hid in one of the cabins and relaxed. But every cell in her body jumped up in panic when the motor roared. In minutes, the yacht cruised the deep blue. When she peeked in the circular window of the cabin door, she saw a man with an afro behind the wheels.

Douglas and Lola were in the yacht. She knew she would be dead, and then she passed out.

The Butchered Tale of Lola Lopez and Douglas pt. 1

A Brief introduction of Miss Lola

Many considered Lola Lopez the hottest girl in town. Her being a cheerleader by day and a stripper by night was common knowledge to every folk and it wasn't a big deal anymore. It was before, but people fairly understood that Lola wasn't capable of doing anything, not even serve coffee in a local diner. Her spilling breasts are always a distraction. Every clothing she wore seemed to lack threads, buttons, and yes, cloth in general. They judged her of having a pea-sized brain and that the only thing she could do was shake her booty all day and night long which wasn't bad at all, since every town needed some sort of an eye candy like her.

She wasn't Jewish but she wore a necklace with the Star of David. She had a tattoo of Super Mario on her right bicep and wore the usual cheerleader outfit: red with yellow and black stripes. Unlike normal pretty girls in campus, she wasn't envied partly because her whole being was needed to exist, like water, like rain, like mercy from heaven's gate.

Nobody knew where Lola came from. All they knew was that Lola has pure Spanish blood running through her veins and that she had a funny accent that never changed although she had lived in an American community since she was a child. Somebody claimed that Lola was left by a travelling carnival because she refused to do cartwheels and hoola-hoops (again, the only thing she was good at). Aside from her irresistible looks, her dark long lashes, her pouty red lips and her perfect body to die for, she was a weight in the group because she couldn’t do anything productive and she wolfs down food like a construction worker after a long day's work.

Though Lola earns a fair amount of money, she lived off with bargain groceries in wal-mart, lived in a trailer, couldn't buy dog shampoo for her stinking dog Cinderella (which was a male), and was contented in hitch-hiking to get across the county and back. A barista whom she used to date confessed that it was because Lola loved to smoke pot and alcohol was her best friend. She could make the manufacturer of a beer rich even if she would be its only customer for she drinks 12-16 bottles a day, which she claimed good for her body as she heard a doctor said to drink the same amount of water a day. Nobody knew why she never got a beer belly. Some jealous bikers with bulging tummies asked, and she answered them with pride. "I am anorexic!" People of hearing distance just rolled their eyes for it is aforementioned that she eats more than an average male does. Nobody can understand Lola, some tried and they ended up trapped inside their heads, their bodies in asylums.


Where the story began

After dancing naked inside a life-sized cocktail glass filled with pink liquid, Lola walked towards Kilometer 87 to wait for a ride. When she couldn't get a ride for an hour, because it was already fifteen minutes past three in the morning, she took off her high-heeled sandals and walked but immediately slipped them back on and removed her skirt. That way, she thought, someone would take notice of her and give her a ride. Although she was cold and her feet were full of blisters, she walked on like a model, brandishing herself on the concrete road she imagined to be an international runway.

After the fourth time she fell down, which was after her tenth step, she gave up and sat down the concrete road. In front of her was an old closed down gasoline station. She took great joy in watching the stars, completely ignoring a suspicious man walking around the dark establishment. To amuse herself, she played a game of finding objects in the sky. She has never done it during the day, which was what normal people do; finding shapes of things in the clouds. Instead, she had fun doing it on the stars. After what seemed like ages, she saw something unusual. A baby.

Not in the dark night sky of course, that would be impossible.

She watched a suspicious man carry the baby around the gasoline station. He laid the baby down and removed his pants. The lights over the unusual two flickered as she watched with great concern and curiosity. But since she had a very short attention span, she smiled up in the sky again, amused as if she saw a colorful butterfly.

When she heard a voice of a man grunt and whimper, she looked towards the direction of the gasoline station. What she next saw surprised her. The man was holding up a sharp shiny dagger aimed at the baby lying down in front of him. The tight grasp of the man on his dagger was like the way she held men's dingdong. Later on, that was how she explained what she saw to people so no one believed her nor took time to even listen to her.

Lola saw the dagger go up and down, the way she jacked off Bobby Smith last week. The dagger ripped into the baby, one limb after another was cut off. She covered her mouth, trying not to vomit. Finally, she reacted the way a normal person with feelings would do. She gave out a muffled cry, and when she couldn't contain it, she burst out crying and wailing while running away in fear of the man who took notice of her. And she was sure she knew who he was, he was the only man in town who had never touched her not because he couldn't pay but because of other unexplainable reasons you couldn't trust her to know. Anyway, she was sure as hell it was the geek Douglas.