2 comments/ 55700 views/ 8 favorites Look Into The Abyss By: Margin Walker My life is crumbling down around me, and I just don't care anymore. Apathy is the best medicine for a broken will. When you see your life turning to shit and you still give a damn you spend every second trying to clean up the shit, trying to put everything right. Panic sets in. Your mind is a confused mix of anger, depression, and revulsion. You feel like one big open wound and the world is the scouring pad rubbing against you. Eventually, you get tired of feeling. You have to become hard or just give in. Then, you just become apathetic, letting it all fall apart. It doesn't touch you. You can't feel it. You're just numb. I barely see it anymore. I'm sitting in my parked car, in some dank alley, waiting for my partner to finish questioning a witness. I've been a detective now for twelve years, and I know I'm not getting promoted. I'm stuck here, and I don't care. We're supposed to be questioning possible witnesses about a series of rape murders that have occurred in this part of town. I know that nobody around here saw or heard anything. They never do. There's no reason to ask. I can see Karl with the witness now. This witness is a thirty-something year old prostitute that I know didn't see anything. Karl knows it too. He doesn't care. He's not questioning her about the homicides. She's on her knees sucking his cock. His hands are gripping her hair, forcing her head back and forth as he rams it into her mouth. At one time I'd have been disgusted, but now it's just a part of the world that I've come to accept. My eyes move from Karl bucking against the prostitute's face to the glow of the radio dial. I turn up the radio, listening to some new rock station with some band singing about how much the world sucks, playing loud and fast. They don't understand a goddamn thing. I sit back in my seat and listen to the radio and the scanner while I wait. I think about my wife. She's probably spending the night at her sister's house again. At least that's the explanation she'll give me. I suspect she's cheating on me, but haven't taken the time to confirm it. Our marriage is so pitiful now it's not even a joke. I repel her so much that she can't even stand to be in the same room with me anymore. I've done nothing to her, but she hates me anyway. I'm just not the man she fell in love with. That man died with our only child. I rub my fingers into my eyes, feeling the beginning of a headache. "Come on Karl," I mutter. "Just shoot your load and let's get the hell out of here." The prostitute is gripping his buttocks tightly while he shoves his cock down her throat. She's probably just fighting to breathe. He smashes her face against him hard and throws his head back. She moves her hands to the front of his legs, pushing against him, trying to separate herself from him. He holds her tight, his hips jerking uncontrollably into her face. His head drops down and he lets her go. She falls away from him onto the ground. I can see him yelling something at her and pointing at his cock. Slowly, she sits back up on her knees and begins licking his dick clean. Once he's satisfied he pushes her away, tucks his dick away, and zips his pants back up. He points at her, says something, and then walks back to the car. He gets into the passenger seat and closes the door. "Well, Joe, I pumped her for information, but she didn't know anything," he says and laughs at himself. "Yeah, I saw that," I say and start up the car. "You sure you don't want a piece of her. You look like you could use it. You just tell her to blow you or go to jail. They never pick going to jail." "No. The smell of this alley is giving me a headache." I turn on the headlights, capturing the prostitute in the beams. She scurries against the wall of the alley into the dark. I drive past her, down the alley and back into the street. "Well, let's stop somewhere and get a drink then," Karl says. "We could ask around a bit and then kick back with a pitcher. Take your mind off things." I have to admit that doesn't sound too bad. I look at the time. It's just past midnight. Time to call it quits anyway. "Yeah, sure," I say. "Good. Just pull in to the first place you see," Karl says. I drive a block before I see the first bar. It's a small, seedy-looking bar, but then we're not in the nicest part of town. "How's that place look?" I ask and point to the bar ahead of us. "Hey, as long as there ain't a rainbow in the window I'm fine with it," he says. I turn into the alley beside the bar and pull into the parking lot behind it. There are only a few cars in the parking lot and I pull into a space directly behind the building. The only illumination back here comes from the few working lights out on the street. We both get out of the car and start walking to the front of the bar. Karl stops and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Did you hear that?" he whispers. His hand moves into his jacket for his gun. "Quit fucking around, Karl," I say and start walking again. He pulls me back towards him. "Be quiet," he says, and turns around, slowly pulling the gun from the holster. I turn around with him, searching the dark parking lot. He starts walking slowly towards a large black van in the back of the parking lot. I slip my gun from the shoulder holster and follow him. He turns around to me and points to the van. I can hear some light scuffling noises and then a grunt. I hear a voice talking in a hushed tone. I nod to Karl to acknowledge that I heard the voice now. Karl nods back and continues walking towards the van. As we approach the side of the van, I can see a red sedan parked on the other side of it. Karl leans against the side of the van, his gun held near his waist. I stand beside him with my back pressed to the van. "Yeah, bitch," a low, male voice says from the other side of the van. Karl waves his hand and starts walking around behind the van. I move in the other direction around the front of the van, my gun pointed in front of me. The windows of the van are darkly tinted and I can't see through them. I duck to crawl below the side window. When I get to the front of the van I stand up to peer over the hood. I can see the back of a man's head. He has short, dark red hair. He's mumbling words to himself, some I can understand and some I can't. I stand up taller trying to see what he's doing. I can see the side of his pale face. I move towards the front of the van as I stand, my gun pointed at the guy's back. His body is jerking back and forth. I straighten my legs and get a clear view of him. He's standing beside the hood of the sedan with a woman lying on the hood. His pants are pushed down and his scrawny butt is flexing as he thrusts between her naked thighs. Her legs dangle down the side of the car, a pair of panties hanging from one bare foot, and a long skirt crumpled up to her waist. Her blouse is ripped open and his hand is pulling her bra down forcefully, exposing her breasts. Her head lulls to the side, her long blonde hair spread on the hood, her eyes closed. Her hands are bound together lying outstretched above her head. The guy is panting as his hips piston between her legs, his hips pressing against her thighs. "What's going on pal?" I hear Karl say from the other side. The guy stops immediately, his pelvis mashed against her. I walk in front of the van and to the other side with my gun pointed at him. I see Karl approaching him from the other side. "What do you want?" the guy stammers, looking at Karl. "I just want to know what's going on here," Karl says. "Nothing. Leave me alone," the guy stutters. He turns his head back to her and begins fucking her again. "We're police," I yell at him. "Step back from the lady and put your hands in the air." "Fuck you," he says. "I'm almost done. Just leave me alone." He's pounding into her faster, her body rocking against the top of the hood lazily. I see Karl turn the gun in his hand so that he's holding the muzzle. He steps towards the guy and smashes the pistol handle into the back of the guy's head. The guy falls forward a bit and then Karl shoves him backwards, crashing his body into the van, his erect cock slipping from her. The guy cringes against the van, his hands coming up to the back of his head. Karl kicks him in the shin hard and the guy falls to his knees. "We told you to step back motherfucker!" Karl yells. He kicks him in the side. I holster my gun. I step over to the woman on the hood. She hasn't moved. I lean over her and place my hand on her neck. She looks young, in her early twenties. I can feel her pulse pumping weakly against my hand. "Miss," I say loudly. I grab her chin lightly and turn her head up facing me. "Are you alright?" "Pull your pants up asshole, so I can arrest you," Karl yells. I look down at the pasty skinned guy, and he's squirming on his side trying pull his pants back up. I turn back to the woman and lift her eyelids. Her eyes are turned up into her head. "She's passed out, Karl," I say. "She must have been drugged." "You drugged her and raped her? That's your game motherfucker? I should just beat you right here. Fuck arresting you," Karl yells at him. "Fuck you," the guy says through his gritted teeth as he fastens his pants around his waist. "Fuck me!" Karl yells. He kicks him in the stomach. "No. Fuck you!" He kicks him again. "Karl!" I yell at him. "Stop it!" I bend down and roll the guy on to his stomach. He's gasping for breath, his face dark red. "Here," Karl says and drops his handcuffs on the guy's back. I pull his hands behind him and cuff him. I reach into his back pocket and pull out his wallet. I stand back up, letting him lay there to catch his breath. "Looks like we're not getting that pitcher," I say and open the wallet to search for identification. Karl steps over to the side of the car to look down at the woman. I slip the driver license from the guy's wallet. "Damn, she is hot," Karl says, staring at the woman's exposed body. "You think she's in college or something? Her body is tight." I look over at him. "Just help me pick Mr. Daryl Lewis off of the ground," I tell him, trying to get his mind back on our job. Karl reluctantly turns back around. We both reach down and grab the guy under the arms. We lift him to his feet. "Police brutality," Daryl says as he gets to his feet. "That's fuckin' police brutality!" "Shut up or I'll show you real police brutality," Karl says and lifts the gun over his head. Daryl cringes back from him. I shove him forward. "Come on," I tell him, leading him to the car. I turn to Karl. "I'll arrest this guy and put him in the car. You take care of her, and don't just stand there staring at her." "Whatever," Karl mumbles and he turns away. I grab Daryl's arm and lead him towards our car. I read him his rights as we walk to the car. He doesn't listen. I'm sure he's heard them before. He just keeps yelling about police brutality and suing us. I throw him against the side of our car and search his pockets. I find a set of keys in his front pocket. "These keys belong to any vehicle in this parking lot like that van or sedan back there?" I ask. "Fuck you," he spits at me. I shake my head. I'll just have to try them to find out. I open the back door to put him into the car. He pushes back against me trying to resist me. He tries to push past me to run away and I grab his arm and throw him against the car. I step back and throw my knee into his stomach. He crumples over and I shove him into the seat. I close the door behind him. "Fuckin' asshole," I mutter to myself. I'm feeling burned out. I lean back against the car and fold my arms across my chest. This job has taken the last of my energy. I'm tired of fighting with these assholes everyday and getting nowhere. I look into their eyes and I see nothing. They probably see the same the same thing when they look at me. I look at the keys in my hand. I should see if they open any of the vehicles to look for any personal belongings of the rape victim. I stand away from the car and start walking back to the van. I get to the van and walk around it. I stop as I see Karl fucking her. He's holding her legs up high in his hands as he thrusts in and out of her. I sigh loudly and walk towards him. "Goddamnit, Karl. What are you doing?" I ask him. "What's it look like?" he says, turning to look at me, still pumping her. "She's a fucking rape victim, and now you're raping her," I say to him. "Yeah, she's already been raped so what's the difference?" he says. Her limp body is hanging partly off of the hood as Karl sinks his cock into her entirely. "Damn, this is some sweet pussy. I couldn't pass it up." He grunts as he shoves into her hard. "Whatever," I say wearily. "I've got to check these vehicles for evidence." "Go for it, don't let me stop you," he says and turns back to her, watching her body move across the hood of the car as he thrusts in and out of her. I can't say that I'm entirely surprised at Karl. Truthfully, I almost envy him. He fits right in with the sleaze in this city. Nothing bothers him. Instead of just closing up and ignoring the shit like I do, he jumps right in and wallows in it. I step to the passenger door of the van and push a key into the lock. It turns and unlocks the door. I open the door and lean into the van. I step into it, looking into the back of the van. It only has the two front seats and the back is mostly empty. I slide over the passenger seat and into the back of the van. It's fairly dark and I can't see that well, so I open the sliding door on the side. I see that Karl is still screwing the rape victim. He has her legs pressed against his chest with his arms wrapped around her thighs as he drives in and out of her furiously, grunting loudly. I turn back around to search the van with the little bit of light that comes in through the open door. I see a few blankets crumpled on the floor, several long lengths of rope, a pair of sandals, a purse, and other junk. I'd be willing to bet that the sandals and purse belong to the victim. I pick up the purse and sit on the floor against the side of the van as I open it. I find the wallet and pull it out of the purse. I open the wallet, looking for identification. The first thing I see is a picture of a young, beautiful girl with her mother and father. The girl looks like the victim with the picture taken a couple of years ago, probably right before she went off to college. I stare at the picture, looking at the smile on her face, the hand of her father lying on her shoulder protectively, his other hand around the waist of his wife. He smiles at the camera with a big, strong grin, happy to be with the two women that he loves. I rub my thumb down the picture softly. This could have been me. I see myself as the man with my arms around my lovely daughter and loving wife, smiling at the world. Then, I remember my own failing marriage and dead daughter and flip the picture over, pushing the thoughts out of my head. I find a driver's license with a picture that looks like the rape victim. It says her name is Valerie Desmond. She just turned twenty-one. I look up out of the van at Karl as he pumps into her vigorously and then falls forward slightly with his hips jerking against her. The dumb bastard is cumming inside of her. I press my hand against my forehead trying to massage the headache away. "Oh God," I hear Karl mumbling. I look up to see his hips twitching as his orgasm diminishes. He drops her legs down and leans forward on the car, twisting into her more. "Oh God that was fucking good," he growls. "You gotta get a piece of this," he says, turning his head to look at me. "She is really fucking hot." "She is Valerie Desmond," I say stoically. He steps back, pulling his cock from her. "Who cares who she is," he says. "She's a tight fuck." He shoves his dwindling cock back into his pants and zips up. "Maybe her parents care," I say, and hold up the picture for him to see. He shrugs his shoulders and straightens his clothes. "Fucking idiot," I mumble, shaking my head. "Hey," he yells, looking up at me. "You're the fucking idiot. Who cares who her parents are? She's fucking pussy. You gotta take what the world gives you and here's some good fucking pussy. Take it!" I drop the wallet, and step down out of the van to stand in front of Karl. "I'm not a rapist like you, Karl!" I yell back at him. "Rapist!" he yells back at me. "Stop being such a fucking prude. No wonder your wife is cheating on you." My body tenses up. I clench my teeth together tightly. "What?" I growl at him. "You know it. You've just been kidding yourself. She's been fucking everybody," he yells at me. I can hear the blood rushing through my head. My eyes are locked on him. "Did you fuck her?" I ask him, my voice low and angry. He stares back at me, anger drifting from his eyes and replaced by pity. He nods his head slightly. "Yeah," he mumbles. Before I can even think, I launch into him. I slam him into the ground with the full force of my body. His head smacks against the ground. The world is a blur. I can't see anything but this disgusting human being under me, my fists flying into him, sitting on his chest, pummeling his body. I thought my wife was cheating on me, but to hear that not only is she cheating on me, but that she's doing it with this asshole infuriates me. His face is a bloody mess. My fists are numb. I know only anger. I grab his head and slam it into the ground. Years of anger and frustration are poured onto this waste of a human life. "Freeze asshole!" someone yells. I hear the voice, but it doesn't make sense to me. My mind is shut down. I want only to destroy this man under me. "I said fuckin' freeze!" I hear a shotgun being cocked and loaded. That I understand. I glance up. There's a man standing in front of me with a shotgun pointed at me. I'm breathing hard. My body is tense. The bit of logic still left in my head stops me from trying to jump this man and beat him as well. "Get off him and get on the ground! Now!" he yells at me. I just sit here, staring at him, wanting to attack him, picturing myself leaping at him, taking the gun from him, and shooting him with it. "Do it now or I'll shoot you and I fuckin' mean it!" he yells louder, stepping closer, the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my head. I look down at the bloody mess that was Karl's head, and then I slowly start to move off of him, sliding towards the sedan. "That's right asshole, lay on the ground next to your buddy." I look back at this man as I move to the ground. He's shorter than me at about 5'8" with a large beer gut. He has long, dirty brown hair pulled back with a blue bandana. I could take him easily if I could just get past the gun. "Hey Bull get over here!" he yells. I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to see another man coming around the front of the van. This man is taller than me at about 6'4" tall and he's solid muscle. I don't know if I could take him. "What do we got here?" Bull says as he steps behind me. "This bigger guy was beating the shit out of this other guy here," the man says pointing the shotgun at me and then at Karl. "He fucked him up good." "I'll say. If he didn't kill him he definitely ruined his face. These must be the cops that nabbed Daryl. Keep him covered Dozer. I'll search him." "Lay flat on the ground, cop," the fat guy named Dozer says. I lay down on my stomach. I look over at Karl and notice he's not moving. I can't tell if he's even breathing. I might have killed him. I feel Bull's large hands searching my body. He takes my gun from the holster and my handcuffs. "Put your hands behind your back," Bull says. I do it and feel him put my own handcuffs on me. The dangers of this situation are starting to finally sink in. I've got two guys who must know the rapist, holding a shotgun on me and handcuffing me. I'm not sure what they plan on doing with me, but I'm pretty sure they aren't willing to just let me take their friend to jail. Honestly, I don't know if I could after what I've done to Karl. I'm in it deep now. Look Into The Abyss "Listen guys," I start to say. "You don't want to be doing this. This is a police matter. Just let me go and I'll handle it." "Don't think so," Bull says behind me. "We can't let Daryl go and you've already seen too much. Stand up!" Bull grabs my arm and starts to yank me up. I stand up so that he doesn't yank my arm out of the socket. "Come on. Walk to the bar. Charlie's gonna want to talk to you," Dozer says. Bull pushes me around the van, leading me towards the bar. I'm trying to think of something that I can say or do to get out of this, but nothing is coming to mind. I'm too confused to even think straight. I'm thinking about these guys. I'm wondering if Karl is dead. I'm thinking about Karl fucking my wife. That piece of shit fucking my wife! I know my marriage hasn't been the best, but I never wanted to think that she'd cheat on me. I kept hoping that we would work on our marriage. I guess she has already given up on us. Just when you think life can't get any worse the world just digs a little deeper and you sink even further. My head hurts. My hands ache. I want to just give in and face whatever is going to happen. Part of me hopes that these guys just shoot me, shoot me in the back right now and end it. Bull steps in front of me, opens the back door to the bar, and Dozer pushes me inside. I enter the back poolroom of the bar. Dozer pushes me further into the room and they close the door behind me. "Sit down," Dozer demands behind me and presses the gun into my back. I stumble forward and fall into the chair in front of me. "Hold the gun on him. I'll go get Charlie," Bull says and walks from the room, heading to the front of the bar. I look up at Dozer, standing over me with the shotgun pointed right at my head. If he knew what he was doing he'd be aiming at my chest. "So what happened between you and your buddy out there?" he asks, a big grin plastered on his face. "He pissed me off," I say back to him, looking at him, but also studying the room. "Yeah, what'd he do to piss you off?" he asks, still smirking at me. "He smiled at me," I crack. He chuckles. "A tough guy? Good. We know how to take care of you tough guys." He grabs a chair, pulls it towards him, and sits down in front of me with the shotgun still pointed at me. I look around the room. It's just the typical poolroom with two pool tables, a few tables, and chairs. I don't hear anybody out in the bar. Maybe the bar closed already. I hear footsteps approaching from the bar and then see Bull with another large guy behind him. This guy is about my height with a large frame, a bit smaller than me, but still big. He has long black hair pulled into a greasy ponytail. "This is a cop?" he asks Bull as he walks towards me. "Yeah," Bull replies. "We found Daryl in a car outside and he said two cops arrested him. They were fighting by the van. This one was beating the shit out of the smaller one. The girl Daryl picked up tonight was laying on the hood of your car." "Where is she? And where's Daryl?" the guy asks him. "She's still out there. We left Daryl in the car until we figured out what was going on," he says, glancing at the guy sheepishly. "Well get them both and bring them in here. Check the cop too, see how he's doing," the guy says, now staring at me, one hand gently stroking his long goatee. "Alright, Charlie." Bull turns and walks out the back door to the parking lot. "So," Charlie says, "What were you and your partner fighting about?" "He pissed me off," I reply, staring back at him. "That's what he already told me," Dozer says. "Shut the fuck up Dozer," Charlie says and sits at a chair next to me. He leans back against the table and folds his arms in front of him, scrutinizing me. "Now why would a cop beat up his partner?" he asks. "I don't suppose the two of you were fighting over the girl out there were you? Fighting over who got to fuck her first?" He smirks at me. "Her name is Valerie," I reply. "Who gives a fuck?" he says. "She's mine tonight. And if you cops fucked her already I'm gonna be pissed off." "No, we caught the little, red-haired guy, Daryl, raping her," I answer, thinking that I might be able to cause some trouble here at the very least. Charlie stares at me, the smirk gone from his face, his eyebrows furled with anger. "Daryl was fucking her?" he asks me, leaning forward to look at me. "Yeah," I reply. "We caught him raping her so we arrested him." "That little prick!" he yells and stands up from the chair. "He fuckin' knows better than that." He looks down at me. "Are you shittin' me?" I look back at him. "No, I'm not shitting you. That's why we arrested him. What other reason would we have?" "That little fuckin' bastard!" he yells. He storms towards the back door and flings the door open. "Daryl! Get your ass in here!" he yells into the parking lot. He stands at the open door for several seconds, staring into the parking lot. Then, he steps outside and throws Daryl into the room. Daryl crashes onto the floor awkwardly since his hands are still cuffed. He screams as his shoulder strikes the hard floor. "You little shit!" Charlie yells and kicks Daryl in the back. "Hey!" Daryl yells, squirming across the floor to get away from Charlie. "Fuck! Charlie! What's goin' on!" Charlie picks his foot up and smashes it down on Daryl's back, pressing him to the floor. "What the fuck were you doin' out there, asshole?" he yells down at him. "I wasn't doin' nothin' Charlie," Daryl whines, gasping for breath. "So you weren't fuckin' my girl?" he yells at him, leaning his body over his foot, grinding into Daryl even harder. "Shit, Charlie," Daryl gasps, "I just...wanted...a taste." "I told you to just pick her up and bring her back. Not fuck her. You think I'm takin' sloppy seconds after you!" "Sorry..." Daryl wheezes, his face turning a bright red as he struggles to breathe. "If you weren't my little brother I'd kick your ass all over my bar," Charlie says to him. He lifts his foot off of him and kicks him lightly in the ribs. "Miserable little bastard." He turns around. "Dozer! Search this cop and get his keys." Dozer nods and stands up in front of me. "Don't try nothin'. I'll blow you away if you do," he says. He squeezes the stock of the gun under his arm with his hand still at the trigger. He reaches his other hand out to search me. He pats me down and pulls out my wallet and keys. He throws them on the table beside me. "Bull already got his gun, Charlie." Charlie picks up my keys and walks back over to Daryl. He unlocks the handcuffs and pulls them from his wrists. The back door opens as Bull enters with Valerie draped over his shoulder. He lays her unconscious body on a pool table. "Hey Charlie," Bull says. Charlie stands up from Daryl and looks at Bull. He throws my keys on a nearby table. "I think someone already banged your girl. Her panties were down around her ankle and she had cum leaking out of her." Bull steps back from him slightly. "Little shit!" Charlie yells and turns around to kick Daryl once more. "Ow! Charlie!" Daryl screams and scurries across the floor against the wall. "Hey man, I admit it. I fucked her, but I didn't cum in her. Those fuckin' cops got me before I could." He cowers against the wall, watching Charlie for another blow. Charlie turns around to look at me. "You fuck her?" he yells at me. "Nope," I say and shake my head. Charlie stomps over to stand directly in front of me. "Your buddy fuck her?" he asks me, crossing his arms over his large chest. I stare up at him, trying to decide on a best answer. "Yeah, that's why we got into a fight," I say, deciding to let them take care of Karl. "Well, you didn't do a very good job. Fuckin' pig! You fuckin' cops are worse than the assholes you arrest. What'd you do sit there and wait for your turn?" he spits at me. I just stare up at him, tired of his questions, tired of the accusations. He stares back at me for several seconds, and then smirks at me. He reaches over to the table and picks up my wallet. He starts flipping through it. He stops and turns it around to me. "This your wife?" he asks. He's showing me a picture we took a few years ago, back when we still had some hope things would work out. "She's pretty hot, not a bad piece of ass. Maybe a bit old for my tastes, but not bad." I don't respond. I just stare at the picture and then up at him. He nods at me. He picks up my badge and identification. "Detective Joe Spriggs," he says, glancing down at me. Then, he starts flipping through my wallet again. "2785 West Glendale Avenue," he repeats my address from my driver's license. "Bull, go to that address. Get this prick's wife and bring her back here." "What?" Bull asks. Charlie turns to him. "I said go to this prick's house and bring his wife back here. And while you're at it get rid of that cop out in the parking lot. Just drop him in a dumpster somewhere across town." He throws my wallet at Bull who grabs it in the air. He stares at Charlie for a few seconds before turning to leave. I'm fairly confident Bull won't find Melissa at home when he gets there. She's probably out fucking the entire police force. Part of me almost hopes that they do find her. In my mind I see her on her knees in an alley blowing Karl like the prostitute did earlier in the evening, just to get back at me, just to hurt me and drive the final spike into our dying marriage. If she wants to act like a slut then maybe it would do her good to let Charlie and his boys treat her like one. Charlie moves over to the pool table. He looks down at Valerie, who is still passed out. Daryl is still crouching in the corner, recovering from his beating. Dozer is sitting in front of me, but turned to watch Charlie. I think I could jump up, lay a shoulder into Dozer to knock him backwards and run for the door. With my hands cuffed behind my back it could be hard though, especially since Dozer is so large and is sitting down. The back door opens. A young woman walks through the door. "Hey daddy," she says and walks over to Charlie. He turns around to her. "Hi baby doll," he says with a big smile on his face. She reaches up to hug him tightly. I'm surprised to hear her call Charlie her father. She looks too old to be his daughter. She looks like she's in her twenties and I figured Charlie is only in his mid to lower thirties. Maybe he started his family at a young age. He embraces her and presses her to his body. I glance at Dozer and notice that he is watching her eagerly. She is wearing short, tight cutoff shorts that reveal her long, tanned legs and the lower part of her butt. Her loose flannel shirt is tied up at the bottom exposing her flat stomach. She has long, bleached blonde hair with dark roots showing through. She looks like she's ready for a career walking the streets if she hasn't started already. She tilts her head up to him and Charlie bends down slightly to kiss her. She rises on her toes to press her lips to him firmly. They kiss deeply, his hands reaching down to grab her ass. I look at Dozer again and see his eyes locked on her, watching her squirm against her father as they kiss each other much more passionately than a father and daughter should. I think I could make a break for it right now. Dozer and Charlie are occupied and Daryl is still squatting on the floor. I shift my feet to the side of the chair, getting ready to spring up and ram my shoulder up under Dozer's shotgun. "Hey, Angel, how about saying hello to me?" Dozer says. Charlie breaks the kiss and turns to look at him. "Watch the fuckin' cop asshole. He's about to make a break for it!" I'm leaning forward in the chair about to take off. Dozer turns around quickly and levels the gun at me. "Sit back, asshole!" Dozer yells at me. I sigh and lean back in the chair. Charlie picks up the handcuffs he took off of Daryl and throws them to Dozer. "Cuff him to the chair before he kills you, you lazy bastard," Charlie tells him. Dozer catches the handcuffs in his free hand and steps over to me. He bends down and cuffs my ankle to the legs of the chair between two supports so that it won't slip off of the chair leg. "That's a cop?" Angel says, walking over to me. "Why's there a cop in here?" Charlie steps beside her and wraps his arm behind her waist. "Because Daryl fucked up. He got busted, now we have to deal with this cop to keep his ass out of jail." "I told you I'm sorry, Charlie," Daryl whines as he pushes himself to his feet, still leaning against the wall. Dozer falls back into the chair in front of me. "You're always sorry, Daryl," Charlie says. "Well, what are you gonna do with him, daddy?" Angel asks as she eyes me. "I don't know yet. Have some fun with him then we'll decide. Either he'll play ball or we'll kill him, I guess," Charlie says and shrugs his shoulders. "Let's just kill him," Daryl yells. "Fuckin' cops were beatin' me." "Yeah, and you deserved it," Charlie yells back at him. "Next time do your job right and we won't have to clean up your mess." Angel steps away from him and walks over to the pool table, looking down at Valerie. "She's pretty," she says, and lays her hand gently on Valerie's cheek. "Who is she?" "Some college girl I had Daryl pick up tonight," Charlie says and walks over to her. "Her name is Valerie Desmond," I say. Angel looks over at me and smiles. Her smile could be beautiful, if it wasn't for the layers of makeup and the twisted glint in her eyes. "This cop and his partner found Daryl fuckin' her out in the parking lot, so they arrested him. Then they started fuckin' her too," Charlie says, scowling at me. "I didn't touch her," I growl. "Yeah, that's right, you just waited while your partner came in her, then beat the shit out of him. A good fuckin' cop," Charlie says, and chuckles. I stare back at him and think that he's right. I am a bad cop. I just stood by while Karl raped her again, while he raped somebody's daughter. I drop my head, feeling the weight of my own failures pushing down on me. I've failed with my marriage. I've failed at my job. I failed with my daughter. "Where's the other cop?" Angel asks. "Bull's taking care of him. He might be dead as far as I know," Charlie says. He turns from me and walks out of the room into the bar. Angel walks towards me and stops directly in front of me. "Hey Angel, ain't you gonna say hi to me like you did Charlie," Dozer says and stands up from his chair. "I don't think so Dozer. Unless you want daddy to kill you," she replies, still staring down at me. "He's a hunk," she says and bends down placing her face in front of my face. "You're the best looking cop I've ever seen. Most of you are all fat and ugly." She places a hand against my chest. "Nice chest." "What are you doin' touchin' that cop?" Daryl says and walks over to us. "Yeah, you're daddy might get mad," Dozer mumbles. "Naw," she says, "He'd only be mad if you guys touched me. He doesn't care about anybody else." She steps towards me with her legs on either side of me and then sits on my thighs. She drops her hands on my shoulders and stares at me. I stare back at her impassively, not wanting to give her any reaction. Looking into her face, I think she might be younger than I thought. Her makeup and her eyes make her look older than she really is. "Baby, what are you doin' to that cop?" Charlie asks as he walks back into the poolroom. He's carrying a couple of liquor bottles in each hand. "I'm just checking him out, daddy. He's cute," she says. She starts unbuttoning my shirt. "Well if you like him he's yours," Charlie says. He sets the liquor bottles down on a pool table. He picks up a bottle of vodka and hands it to Daryl. "Drink this. It'll make you feel better." Daryl takes the bottle, opens it up, and takes a swig. "Did you bring me one?" Angel asks, turning to Charlie. He hands her a bottle of rum. She opens and drinks a bit. "You want some?" she says to me. I shake my head. "Fine, more for me." She takes a bigger drink and then sets the bottle on the floor. She pulls my shirt open, pulling the last few buttons out, and lays her hands on my bare chest. "Oooh," she says. "This one is nice." Dozer is looking down at me angrily. Daryl moves away and sits at another table with his bottle. Charlie picks up a bottle of Jack Daniels and drinks from it. He walks over to sit by his brother. Angel leans forward and whispers in my ear, "It's all right if you want me too. It'll be much better than what they'd do to you." She bites my ear playfully and then pulls back to look at my face. I continue to stare back at her, my face blank. She grabs the knot on her shirt, unties it, and drops it off of her shoulders. She's wearing a lacy bra that holds her round C-cup breasts. Dozer moans behind me and then walks away, cursing under his breath. I hear Charlie chuckle to himself. I look over her shoulder, trying to see where Dozer is. Angel leans with me. "I'm right here, honey," she says. She dips in and kisses me on the lips quickly. I jerk my head back from her, startled by her quick kiss. Charlie and Daryl both laugh. "What's wrong? Don't you like girls?" she asks, pretending to be hurt. "Maybe he's gay," Daryl yells, and both of them laugh again. "I'll change that," she says. She reaches behind her back, unsnaps her bra, and drops it to the floor. Unconsciously, I look down at her bare breasts. They are firm with large nipples. She squirms on top of me and presses her breasts against my bare chest as she dips her head to the side of my neck and starts to nibble at the skin. I look over her shoulder and see Dozer standing across the room, staring at us with his arms crossed at his large chest, still holding the shotgun firmly. Charlie and Daryl are sitting at the table drinking from their bottles and watching us. I feel her lips and tongue pressing against my neck as she grinds her hips against me. She slides her hands inside my shirt and rubs my stomach and sides. I look down at her hips twisting on top of me with her shorts high up on her thighs and her tight, tanned legs clasping my waist. My cock is getting hard in my pants as she rubs her butt against it. I close my eyes, trying to shut her out, trying to will my cock back down. She licks my earlobe and breathes lightly into my ear. Her hands are rubbing against my skin roughly, pushing down my sides to my waist and back up to my chest. "Damn, Angel's lovin' him," Daryl hollers. She pulls back from me, now perched on top of me, her died hair hanging loosely about her face. "I ain't been with a cop before," she says. "I'm gonna enjoy this." She slides off of me and bends down. She grabs my zipper and pulls it down. "Goddamn," Dozer says irritably. "Shut the hell up, Dozer," Charlie yells at him. "If you want pussy so bad have the girl over there. She ain't no use to me anyways." I look over Angel's body as she pulls my semi-hard cock from my pants. I see Dozer walk over to Valerie's still unconscious body. Then, Angel crouches to her knees and pushes her body between my legs. Her hand grips the base of my cock as her mouth descends over the head. She presses her lips lightly to it and moves her head slowly up and down at the tip. Her tongue licks the skin under the head. My cock grows uncontrollably in her wet mouth. I watch as Dozer lays his shotgun on the pool table beside Valerie and moves over to her. He's finally put down the shotgun. I need to figure out a way to escape. I look at Charlie and Daryl sitting at the table, talking to each other in low voices and watching Angel suck on my dick as they drink from their bottles. If it wasn't for the cuff at my ankle I could get away easily. I think about standing up, throwing Angel off of me, and then running with the chair dragging behind me. Look Into The Abyss I lose my train of thoughts as she drops her head low, sinking my cock deep into her mouth. Her hand trails behind her mouth as she bobs her head up and down my cock in fast, long strokes with her tongue sliding along my shaft. It's been so long since I've had sex and even longer since I've gotten a blow job. I've never had a blow job that was so good. She sucks my cock into her mouth and plunges her head down the entire length, pushing it into her throat. I look down at her head moving up and down in my lap and I twist my hips up towards her to push deeper into her mouth. She drops her head slowly, sucking me into her entirely, until her lips touch the base of my cock, and then she presses down further, pressing against my crotch. I moan in pleasure. She lifts her head slowly, dragging her wet lips and tongue along my shaft, and kisses the tip as it slides out of her mouth. "That is a big cock," she says, her hands now sliding up and down my slippery shaft. She stands up and unbuttons her shorts. She pushes them down her long legs and steps out of them. She's wearing no underwear and is completely nude. Her breasts are round and firm and her nipples are erect and hard. She has a slender waist that tapers out to curvaceous hips. Her legs are long and full. She dips her hand between her legs and rubs her pussy gently. "I am so wet for you right now," she says and then steps towards me. She puts her hand to my nose. I smell her musky, moist scent. She slides her hand down my face and then down my bare chest. She spreads her legs and walks towards me, straddling my body. She grabs my cock in her hand and starts lowering her body down. I feel the tip of my cock press against her wet pussy. She holds herself open as she guides me into her. Her other hand settles on my shoulder. My cock head slips between her labia and into her wet cunt. She moans above me, her head tilted down towards me with her hair hanging low around her face. She descends a bit more and I slide into her further, feeling my cock head slip into her, her hand gripping the base of my shaft. I try to tell myself that I shouldn't be enjoying this, that I'm actually being raped, but truthfully I don't care. I want to fuck this girl. I want her to ride me hard. Though I'm the one handcuffed and bound to the chair, I feel powerful. For the first time in a long time, I feel good. I look to the side and see that Dozer is busy with Valerie. His shotgun is laying on the pool table. Her body is pulled to the edge of the table, her butt tilted up as it rests on the side bumper. Dozer is between her legs, sliding his hands up and down her bare thighs, her skirt pushed up to her waist, her blouse and bra torn open. He reaches down to unzip his pants. I know I need to save this girl, this girl whose parents love her. Angel moves up and down the tip of my cock, her hands gripping my shoulders. I turn to look at her body moving on top of me. Her firm legs are straining to hold her above me, her thighs flexing as she lifts herself up and slides back down. Her stomach is pulled tight. I see the shaft of my cock pointed between her long legs and watch as it moves inside of her, her pussy gripping my cock tightly. "Oh God, he's so big," she moans ecstatically. She drops her body lower, pushing my cock deeper into her. Trying to get my thoughts together, I turn to look at Dozer again. I see him gripping his cock in his hand. He places the head against Valerie's pussy and pushes into her forcefully. Her butt tilts up off the table as he jabs into her. He grabs her hips to hold her as he starts plunging his cock in and out of her brutally. "You fuck her like that and you're gonna cum in five seconds," Charlie yells. Daryl breaks out in laughter. Dozer looks up at them for a second, but then turns back to Valerie, still smashing his cock into her. I feel Angel's thighs touch my legs as she finally pushes my cock entirely into her. Her eyes hazily peer at me. She leans forward, pushing her breasts against my bare chest, drops her hands to my sides, gripping me firmly, and starts to move up and down my cock in long, slow strokes. She pushes herself up with her legs, her smooth cheek rubbing against my face, feeling the length of my long cock move out of her until her pussy is sucking at the tip, and then she slides back down until her butt touches my thighs, my cock pushing deep inside of her. The feeling is unbelievably pleasurable. Melissa has never been able to take my cock inside of her like this. She's always made me hold back and protested when I try to sink it entirely into her. I wonder if she could handle it now. She may be a lot bigger down there with all of the cheating she's been doing. Thinking of Melissa cheating on me, fucking Karl, fucking who knows whom else, starts to piss me off again. I watch Angel as she thrusts up and down on top of me, enjoying the feel of my cock, shamelessly taking pleasure in fucking me, and I imagine Melissa doing the same, finding the pleasure she would deny me with another man. I push my hips up into Angel as she descends, forcing my cock further into her. "Oh God," she moans into my ear ecstatically. She presses back down onto me, arching her back slightly, twisting her hips towards me to sink my cock deeply inside of her. She lifts her body up again, but only halfway up my shaft, and then drops back down, mashing my cock into her. Her pussy grips my cock firmly, sliding along the length of it smoothly. She starts to move faster, her chest pressed against me, her hands gripping my sides, as she pumps her hips, sliding up my cock partly, and then plunging back down, pushing it deep inside of her. I slouch in the chair slightly, laying my palms on the back of the chair seat, pulling against the handcuffs, and push up into her, wanting to fuck her hard, make her feel me inside of her entirely. Over her shoulder I can see Dozer still pummeling Valerie's body. Her legs are in the air, her ankles resting on his shoulders, her knees slightly bent, his hands holding her thighs, as he pumps in and out of her rapidly. Her limp body is pushed across the pool table each time he drives into her and falls back slightly when he pulls back, her head rocking slightly with the motion. His body starts to jerk as he pushes his hips against her butt. He presses her thighs against his body and jabs his hips towards her. He throws his head back and twists into her, grunting loudly as he cums inside of her. Daryl and Charlie are yelling at him, cheering him on. Angel presses her body down on top of me and then leans back from me. She moves her hands behind her and places them on my knees. Her body is tilting back from me, her back arched, her hips held tightly against my pelvis. Her eyes are half-closed, distantly gazing at me, clouded with lust. Her lips are parted and wet as she breathes lustily, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her stomach tightens as she pulls her hips towards her, sliding her butt along my thighs slightly, my curved shaft slipping out of her. I look down to see my cock emerging from her wet pussy, pulling her labia along the shaft of my cock. Her legs are tight as she pulls her hips away from me and then slides back down my shaft, sinking me into her again. My cock head rubs inside of her vagina as she thrusts her hips faster now, her arms bent and straining. She moans loudly and her hands grip my knees painfully. I watch her tight, young body moving on top of me, driving my cock into her, her full breasts shaking rhythmically, her stomach pulling tight, and her firm, round thighs flexing as she thrusts my cock in and out of her. I twist my hips towards her as she plunges onto me and twist away from her as she pulls away, fucking her, wanting to fuck her hard, wanting to drive my anger and my frustration into her, make her take it all deep inside of her. I shut the world out. The room fades from my vision, the hollering of the brothers dies away, and all I see is her thrusting on top of me. My entire will is concentrated inside of her. She throws her head back, her mouth open, moaning loudly, and grunting each time my cock is driven into her. There are no thoughts of my cheating wife, my dead daughter, or a depraved world. There is only the raw power compressed between us, building to an intense culmination of passionate fury. She pumps her hips faster. I match her pace, slamming my cock into her, pushing harder, straining to fill her. She straightens her body, reaches her hands down under my butt, grips me tightly, and rams her body down on me. My cock plunges into her forcefully as I push up into her, feeling her body tight and tense around me, over me, on top of me, filling her, faster, harder, crushing down on me, twisting into her, the world nothing, raging, pounding, teeth clenched, no thoughts, raw, open, muscles straining, pushing, longer, deeper, further, nothing left, only an explosion, bursting inside of her. She smashes her body down on me and twists her hips towards me as my cock erupts, spewing into her. She screams in my ear as an intense orgasm shakes her body. I twist into her, trying to throw my rage into her with each spasm of my ejaculating cock. Her hands are clutching my butt tightly, her whole body stiff as her vagina vibrates uncontrollably around my pulsating cock. "Oh God, Oh God," she murmurs in my ear, her voice becoming quieter as the orgasm dissipates through her body. I jam into her deeply and hold still, allowing the last of my semen to squirt into her. We're both panting for breath, our chests pressed together. I feel the energy dissolve between us. My body falls slack against the chair, drifting back into reality, the poolroom solidifying around us. "Goddamn!" I hear Daryl yell. "That was some hard fucking!" I drop my chin to her shoulder as the lethargy presses back down on me. Her hands slide up from my butt, along my waist, and up the bare skin of my sides, caressing me softly. She leans back to look into my eyes. I lift my head to look at her, feeling tired and worn again. My cock is softening inside of her, withering away. Her eyes are gentle, her face flushed, as she gazes at me tenderly. She leans forward and kisses me on the lips. I kiss her back and our tongues touch softly. She pulls back to look at me again and slides her hands up to my chest, her fingers lightly touching my skin. Her body is pulled from me violently. My cock slips out of her. Charlie yanks her arm, tugging her to her feet. "Get the fuck off him!" he yells at her. "Daddy!" she squeals as he throws her against the pool table. "What're you doin'? Fallin' in love with him?" he yells at her. He pulls his hand back and slaps her. The smack echoes in the quiet room. She tries to pull away from him. He smacks her again, rocking her head down. He throws her arm down and turns to me. "Fuckin' cop!" he yells. "I'm gonna kick your ass!" The back door is thrown open and slams against the wall. Charlie turns around quickly. Bull steps through the door, my wife held under his arm, squirming in his grip, her feet dragging on the ground, her mouth taped shut, her hands tied and pinned against him. "I'm back!" he yells to the room cheerily. "About fuckin' time!" Charlie yells and storms over to him. "Hey! I got her as fast as I could. I had to wait for some guy to leave before I could get her," Bull says, closing the door with his foot. "A guy?" Dozer asks, walking towards him. I notice Dozer left his shotgun laying on the pool table next to Valerie. "Yeah," Bull says. He carries her to the other pool table and drops her on it. "Who was he?" Charlie asks, walking towards him. "I don't know, some guy," Bull says. He pulls my gun from his pants and points it at Melissa. "Just stay still or I'll shoot you!" he yells at her. "She ain't goin' anywhere," Charlie says. "Did the guy see you?" "Naw. I parked across the street, walked up, looked in a window. She was wearing this lacy nightie she's wearing now and kissing some guy. He left and I went in and got her. He never saw me." Melissa is laying on the table, wearing a short, low-cut purple nightie that I've never seen before. Her hands are tied behind her back. She's lying on her side, trembling, her eyes wide and wet with fear. She's looking at me helplessly. She had a guy in our house. She doesn't even care if she gets caught. Charlie walks over to me. "Looks like the wife is screwing around," he says to me and laughs. I don't look at him. My eyes are locked on her. I feel nothing for her. I'm not mad at her. I don't love her. I'm not even disappointed. She's nothing, just another pitiful human being put on this earth to try to break me down. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of letting shit happen to me and just taking it. Charlie turns away from me, obviously not satisfied with my lack of response. He leans over the pool table, staring down at Melissa. "That's alright though. Your hubby was just fucking my daughter. He seemed to enjoy it too. But can't see why he'd mess around on a tasty piece like you." He reaches out to grab her large D-cup breast through the nightie. She pulls back from him, screaming faintly through the tape. Charlie chuckles. Daryl stands up from his chair and stumbles as he steps forward. He walks over to Melissa. "Damn, Charlie, she is a hot one." He slaps her on the thigh. "And she likes to fuck too." Bull and Dozer laugh and step up to the pool table to look down at her. I glance at Angel and see that she's put her shorts back on and is putting her shirt on. She looks back at me, her brow furled in defiance. The side of her face has turned a bright red from Charlie's slaps. "That's the last fuckin' time," she whispers under her breath. Charlie grabs Melissa's ankles and pulls her to the edge of the pool table. She struggles, trying to pull away from him. Her nightie is pushed up her body as she is dragged across the table. She's completely nude underneath it. He flips her on her stomach and pulls her legs off of the table. He unbuckles his pants and pushes them down his legs. Then, he grabs her thighs, spreads her legs and presses his body against her bare butt. "Yeah, do it Charlie!" Daryl yells. Bull and Dozer stand behind him, staring at her lustily. Angel steps in front of me and reaches down to grab my limp cock hanging out of my pants. I look up at her startled. She looks book at me boldly. She pushes my cock back into my pants and pulls the zipper up. "We're gettin' outta here," she whispers to me. "Fuck these assholes." She reaches her hand behind me and I feel her place my keys in my palm. She winks at me, picks up her rum bottle, and stands back up. Charlie is running his hands up and down my wife's bare legs and ass. He moves one of his hands under her and slips a finger into her pussy. Melissa screams against the tape again as Charlie strokes her. "You ain't got any reason to scream yet," he taunts her and slaps her bare ass with his other hand. I search through my keys, running my fingers along each key to find the handcuff key. Angel walks away from me towards Bull. She stops beside him and he looks down at her. She drinks from her rum bottle. "You know Bull, Dozer already had that girl over there," she tells him. Bull looks over at Valerie, laying unconscious on the pool table, her legs hanging off the edge, spread wide. He looks over at Dozer. Dozer nods and says, "Yeah, she was a tight fuck." Charlie leans back, grabs his hard cock, and shoves it into Melissa's pussy. She screams again and starts to whimper as he pushes into her, each thrust forcing his cock into her further. He grabs her waist and pulls her towards him with her hips barely hanging off of the table and her legs dangling to the floor. I forget about the keys momentarily as I watch Charlie fucking my wife. I expect to feel angry or repulsed, but I don't. I watch her being raped by him, her body being pushed against the table, grunting each time his cock plunges into her. I watch her and I feel nothing. I don't know her anymore. She's not the woman I once loved. Now, she's just another whore and she's being used as I've seen whores used before. Her eyes are wet and red with tears. She looks at me and I stare back at her. I shake my head slightly, my face cold and pitiless. She cries again as Charlie pulls his cock from her and then rams it back into her. She closes her eyes to endure the pain. Bull sets my gun down on a table and walks over to Valerie. Angel glances at me quickly. I'm fumbling through the keys again. She turns back to Dozer and hands him her bottle of rum. He grabs it and drinks from it. Daryl climbs up on the pool table next to Melissa. He unbuckles his pants, yanks them off of him, and drops them on the table. Charlie is fucking Melissa at a good pace, moving the whole length of his shaft in and out of her. His hands are gripping her waist tightly, holding her down as he thrusts into her. Bull grabs Valerie's feet and puts them on the table. He slides her body over and climbs onto the pool table beside her. I finally find the right key. I grip it tightly in my fingers and twist my hand, probing with the key to find the keyhole. Angel tilts the bottle up further as Dozer drinks from it, pouring a large gulp of run into his mouth. He steps back and brings the bottle back down as he swallows it. She giggles and takes the bottle back from him. Bull is kneeling over Valerie, staring down at her prone body. He unfastens his pants and pushes them down to his thighs. His large, erect cock points out from his body. Charlie is pounding into Melissa, grunting and cursing. His hands are wrapped around her thighs, holding her legs off of the ground with her thighs pressed against his hips. Daryl lies in front of Melissa with his semi-hard cock in front of her face. He rips the tape from her mouth. She screams loudly and he slaps her quickly. "Shut up bitch!" he yells at her. He grabs her hair and smashes her face against his crotch. "Suck on this," he says, and laughs at her. Bull maneuvers himself between Valerie's legs. He lies down on top of her, supporting himself with one hand while the other guides his cock into her. He pushes forward and his cock sinks into her. Angel presses her body against Dozer and slides her hand along his side. He looks down at her, confused, holding his body stiff as she snuggles against him. Charlie is fucking Melissa faster now. I can hear the slap of his skin smacking against her as he thrusts into her. He's looking down between their bodies, watching his cock emerge from her and plunge back inside of her. Bull is moving his butt on top of Valerie, his hands planted on either side of her, holding his body above her. I fit the key into the keyhole and turn it slowly, trying to maintain my grip on the keys. I feel the latch turn and start to pull my hand away, sliding the cuff apart. Daryl grabs his cock and presses it against Melissa's lips. "Open you mouth and suck it," he yells. He bangs her head against the table. She cries out and he pushes his cock between her lips. Her mouth moves along his cock from her head moving as Charlie fucks her from behind. Bull sits up on his knees, gripping Valerie at the waist, and starts plunging into her quickly, holding her body in front of him. Angel slides her hand down Dozer's pants and lays the side of her face against his chest. She stares at me, her eyes questioning. I pull my left hand from the cuff. I nod slightly at her. She smiles at me as her hand sinks lower down Dozer's pants. I lay the keys quietly on the chair behind me. I look around the room trying to decide what to do. The chair is still cuffed to my foot, but I'm sure I can get to my gun before anyone else can and just drag the chair with me. I slowly move my hands to the side and get ready to dive for the gun.