Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction
In Kentucky, out in the sticks, is a warehouse previously owned by Wade Jensen. He used it regularly for shipments, of cocaine, heroine, and the occasional bale of marijuana. He didn’t use any of those products himself, not much anyways, but he made a lot of money as a middle man in the 80’s. Wade was tight with his money too, but he bought the warehouse ought of necessity around 1980 as more and more product came his way.
Before he died, it also doubled as a storehouse for the bulk of his cash. These days it’s a sanctuary, a hideaway and a workshop, owned by the late Wade’s only nephew.
The hooker he murdered the other day never made it here, but the soccer mom he caught sight of at the local supermarket, she’s laying on a metal table, naked and unconscious. The room she’s in has plenty of space to work in for Merle and a wide range of tools throughout the many shelves on each wall. The nails, the scalpels, the vibrators, the chains… so many toys. The challenge lies in deciding where to start.
Nasty, loud-mouthed soccer mom lays there in the dark, and he waits for her to wake up… mulling over how he’s going to entertain himself when she does.