I don't know what the Man did with the body of the second camper.
I assume he did whatever he did with the first one. Ralphie, that was
the name of the first guy. Ralphie. The name echoed through my head
while the Man was out. By the time he got back the blood had dried
and I was almost stuck to the sheet. The Man pulled me to my feet
and stood me in the corner while he stripped the bed and took the
sheets to the fireplace. I heard, even from upstairs, the crackle and
roar as the sheets burned up. He came back upstairs and I memorized
the heavy tread of his feet on the hard wood of the floor. He picked
me up as if I were a baby and carried me into the bathroom. I sat on
the toilet and stared into space while he filled the tub with water.
When it was done he placed me in it and my body shook from the
difference between the cool night air and the hot water.
"It's a shock, I know." His deep, rumbling woice filled the room
even though he spoke softly. "Once you get used to it, you'll feel a
rush. Knowing that you have this great power over death. Everyone has
it but only a few use it. That's the difference between being a
nothing and being a something. Using that power. You'll never be like
me. Don't even fucking think that. You'll always be a little bit of a
nothing. I can tell. You'll always regret it." He washed the blood
off me and I watched as the water turned from clear to pink. "I get
that. The regret. I don't have it, but I get it." He picked me up
out of the water and toweled me off. Again he carried me back into
the bedroom and set me down. My eyes closed and I fell asleep.

I woke up, I don't know how much later to the Man shaking
me. "Wake up nothing. I have a surprise for you." I rubbed the sleep
out of my eyes soundlessly and followed him down the stairs. The room
was still dark, lit by the fireplace and in the chair sat a thin
young man bound and gagged. His hair was greasy and thin and his
jeans were dirty and ripped at the knees. His eyes were wide with
fear and red from tears. "We're gonna share this." I pulled back a
few steps and started shaking my head, I may even have moaned
quietly. The Man overlooked my small act of defiance. "Don't worry
nothing. This guy likes to beat up guys like you. Faggots he
calls 'em. He likes to sell drugs to high school kids. Sometimes he
even hits girls while they're begging him not to fuck them. The world
won't miss him. He took my small, delicate hand in his huge callused
paw and brought me over to the man. He put me in front of him and
shifted his grip so that my own fist was covered in his. He pulled
our hands back and instructed me. "Move your hip and use your
shoulder when you punch someone. You get more power that way. Cause
more damage and pain. It's too easy to just snap someone's neck or
back. That's boring. You want to cause pain first. Fear and pain.
That's what it's about. Killing is just, you know, a plus." He pulled
my closer to him, molding my small body to his big one and threw our
hands forward bringing our fists to the center of the young man's
chest. The man grunted in pain and the chair rocked back but didn't
fall. If the Man had hit him he would have tumbled over backwards
with a broken sternum, but I knew the Man was holding back so as to
not shatter my fist. "Not bad," the Man declared. "Again." He
brought our fists forward three more times. Each time caused the
young man to scream in pain from behind his gag. The Man let my fist
go and ripped the gag from the young man. "You scream in anything
other than pain or to beg for mercy and it'll cost you more agony,
got it fucker?"
"Please," the young man started.
"What did I just say?" The Man asked and he reached down and
pulled one of the young man's fingers back causing a loud snap. The
young man let out a sharp cry of pain and then fell silent. The Man
took off the ropes from his right hand and pulled it straight out to
the side. The young man struggled with all his strength and the Man
smiled at how useless it was and he brought me over to the
side. "You'll never be able to do this, nothing. It takes a real man
to have this much power but I want you to feel it. Put your hands
over mine." I did as he ordered and felt as the Man gripped the young
man's forearm and began to squeeze. I could feel the power his
forearm muscles twitched under my own weak muscles and the young man
tried to be brave for about six seconds and then he began to scream
his throat raw from pain. I could feel the boys bone begin to snap
under the raw power of the Man and when it snapped I felt the Man
shiver with glee and, I'm ashamed to admit, I felt a small thrill
myself.
"YEAH!" The Man screamed. "Nice." He ripped the remaining ropes
off the young man who was in too much pain to even think about
running. "Put your hands on his ribs." The Man ordered me. I did,
feeling the thin layer of cloth and skin over the bones.
"Get your faggot hands off me," the young man ordered. I pulled
away and the Man brought his huge boot hard into the ribs. He caused
the back of the chair to break with his stomp and the young man
tumbled over backwards,falling hard to the floor.
"Now feel his ribs." The Man ordered me. I knelt down next to the
moaning youg man on the floor and placed my hands on them. They felt
cracked and jagged. The young man reached out and pushed me to the
side and scrambled towards the door. Before he could even reach it,
however, the Man grabbed him and without effort threw him back across
the room. He landed hard on the floor again and before he could even
take a breath the man was on him. He reached down to grab the young
man's ankles and lifted him by the ankles into the air. The young man
was shorter than me and his hands didn't even graze the floor as he
struggled helplessly in the Man's grip. "Normally, I like to leave a
guys legs intact, because it means they can always try to run, but
because we're teaching here, let's just change up the pace, ok,
nothing?" And he stretched his arms out to the side, bringing the
man's legs with him, pulling him into a 'y' shape. The young man
started screaming when he realized what was going to happen. The Man
turned to face me and stretched his arms out further and I heard one
loud pop followed by another as the young man's hips were pulled out
of his sockets. He screamed loud and long and the Man dropped him
into a useless heap on the floor. Bringing his huge, booted foot up
he stomped down hard on, first one calf, then the other, breaking the
bones into tiny pieces. I could see the Man's erection straining
against his jeans, growning with each snap or scream. He motioned me
closer and placed my hands under his again as we straddled the boy
and started choking him. "Right here is the best place. You can feel
the adam's apple, nothing and crush that in too. Anyone but me tries
to hurt you, you hit him there. He'll go down." The Man smiled. "But
you'll never leave my side nothing, so I doubt anyone'll try to fuck
with you while I'm around." The young man's hands clawed at our
forearms leaving long, red marks down me, but not even able to dent
the Man's marble hard skin. The Man pulled away leaving my own hands
around the young man's throat watching me while I continued the
choke. The young man brought his hand up hard across the bridge of my
nose and I let go of his throat, stunned. The Man jerked me off and
gripped the young man's skull on either side. He started to squeeze
and the man beat his hands furiously, uselessly against the Man. I
could feel the pain myself as the young man felt his skull cave in
from the power. He screamed loudly, and the yell was cut short as I
heard a crack louder than the scream and the young man's skull
cracked. His body began to flail out of control as the bones ground
into his brain and he suddenly stopped moving. The Man dropped him
and turned to me. "Sorry, nothing, I wanted that to last longer, but
he pissed me off when he hit you." I nodded and the Man unzipped his
jeans and pulled me close to him. He threw me down on top of the
young man and began to fuck me. He ground me hard between him and the
body and though it was a quick fuck, (he must have been excited from
his recent kill), it was no less painful. He came into me and again
let his dick soften inside me. He pulled out and stood up, pulling me
with him. He put his callused hand roughly on my own hard cock and
started to stroke it. He gave it about five strokes before he looked
me in the eye. "Cum." he commanded and I shot into the air, across
the body and across the room. I shook from the orgasm, my body moving
with a mind of it's own. Or, probably more accurately, with his mind
and he took his hand off my cock and placed it in front of
me. "Clean it up and then clean me up." I licked my own bitter semen
from his thick fingers and then knelt in front of him, cleaning his
semi-hard dick. "Make me happy," the Man said, placing a hand on each
side of my skull. "Make me happy."