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the gun. But she didn’t seriously consider going back to retrieve it. The threat had passed. She would be safe now. She just wanted out of here and going back for the gun would needlessly delay that. Some ten minutes later she emerged through the tree line to stand by the side of the road.
    Her heart started pounding.
    She had been wrong not to go back for the gun.
    Daphne screamed as rough hands seized her.
     
     

 
    4.
     
    Jodi Lynn Baker cranked up the volume on the radio she kept on the kitchen counter, turning the knob as far as it would go in a futile effort to blot out the screams emanating from the basement. The woman had managed to dislodge her gag again and was giving her lungs a serious workout. It was annoying. Jodi had explained how making all the racket in the world wouldn’t save her. The only people who might feasibly hear her were her abductors. But the woman’s sheer terror at her predicament had made her desperate.
    But hearing the screams wasn’t all bad. It brought back memories of the way things used to be, from the time before all those army men swept through Hopkins Bend and did their bloody business there, exterminating so many of the old families. The remnants of the Baker clan had been among the lucky few to slip away before the net could close around them. They relocated to Bedford, another little town some twenty miles farther down Old Fort Road. Jodi’s family had kin in Bedford and starting over up the road a piece was an easy enough transition. A lot of the old traditions were still observed here. Many here did enjoy the sumptuous taste of human flesh. The practice was just less out in the open than it had been in Hopkins Bend, although virtually the entire populace was aware of it. Jodi had heard rumors there were even one or two dining establishments in Bedford specializing in human delicacies.
    Despite the local tolerance for their ways, it was a long while before any semblance of normality could resume for the Hopkins Bend refugees, who were wary about anything that might attract federal attention. They knew it would be necessary to adhere to the societal norms of the outside world for a time. Thus it was that more than three long years had passed since the Bakers had last tasted human flesh. But this dark period was coming to an end. The government seemed to have no further interest in tracking down Hopkins Bend survivors or investigating their activities. Jodi found this a little hard to comprehend at times, but she wasn’t complaining. Things were going back to the way the good lord intended.
    The hardwood floor creaked and Jodi glanced up from the task of chopping vegetables to see Delmont Morgan enter the kitchen. Delmont was married to Arlene Baker, one of Jodi’s cousins from the Bedford branch of the clan. The Morgans, in fact, were distant relations of the Bakers, a thing not uncommon in these parts with the way so many of the old families were intertwined. Delmont was a mountain of a man at six and a half feet tall and his big frame rippled with muscle. He had a bit of a gut from all the beer he drank, but that did nothing to diminish his appeal in Jodi’s eyes. He and Jodi had been hooking up on the side ever since her arrival in Bedford. Arlene had shortly thereafter suffered a crippling “accident”.
    Jodi felt heat in her loins as her gaze lingered on his crotch.
    Delmont looked at her and chuckled. “You wantin’ it?”
    Jodi licked her lips. “Yeah.”
    She cried out as he spun her about and kicked her legs apart. The kitchen knife was still clutched in her right hand. She thought about putting it down, but decided she might as well hold onto it. This would be done soon enough.
    About that, she was not wrong.
    Jodi braced her hands on the edge of the counter as Delmont pulled up her dress. The sound of his zipper sliding down sent a shiver of excitement through her body. She shivered again as she felt the head of his penis prodding her sex. Then she gasped