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  PIGS

  An Extreme Horror Novella

  Written by

  Wade H. Garrett

  Copyright © 2018 by Wade H. Garrett. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form by any means without prior written permission of the copyright holder.

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  WARNING!

  WARNING: This book is extreme and contains filthy, grotesque, and brutal torture scenes. It contains GRAPHIC CONTENT, ADULT LANGUAGE, & POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS, may be disturbing to sensitive readers, and should only be read by the seasoned extreme-horror reader.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental.

  Front cover illustration by:

  Wade H. Garrett

  Edited by:

  Brenda Yeager

  Proofread by:

  James D. Redden

  Michelle Redden

  Summary:

  Jake lost his wife and unborn daughter on a West Texas highway when three police officers abused their authority. The pigs thought they had gotten off scot-free until Jake took justice into his own hands. This is an extremely sadistic story that should only be read by the seasoned extreme-horror reader.

  Comment from the Author

  Let me first state, this story isn’t intended to dishonor real oath keepers by insinuating all police officers are corrupt. We can’t judge an entire group of people by the uniform they wear. I’m not here to bash police, nor am I anti-authority or an anarchist. In fact, I’ll be the first one in line to stand with officers that truly keep their oath. Every profession has its share of good and bad individuals. I don’t believe all police officers are inherently corrupt, but when a group of human beings is permitted to have authority above others, even when it’s with the best of intentions, it usually results in some of those people abusing it. This is the adverse side of human nature and has been so since the beginning of time.

  Contents

  Summary:

  Comment from the Author

  A Night to Remember

  My Beloved Emily and Abigail

  Don’t Tread on Me

  AKA Officer Michaels

  Hanky-Panky

  A Sadistic Proposal

  Odd Couple

  Dan’s Filthy Pictures

  The Betrayal

  Narcissistic Pricks

  A Bitter Pill to Swallow

  Piglet

  A Relentless Bastard

  Fucking Pig

  A Distorted Reality

  Even-steven

  Die, Motherfucker, Die!

  Alternative Ending

  A Night to Remember

  At 10 p.m. on a Tuesday, Jake Summers zoomed down a rural Texas highway in his Ford Expedition, en route to Baylor Hospital. His wife, Emily, pregnant with their first child, lay on the back seat in labor. Suffering from pre-eclampsia, she was considered a high-risk pregnancy. “Babe! How much longer?”

  Jake, bearing a worried expression, gazed at her through the rear-view mirror. “About ten minutes! Just hang in there!”

  As the Expedition zipped passed other vehicles, Emily sensed they were speeding. “Be careful, babe! We don’t want to get in a wreck!”

  “I’m only going seventy-eight.”

  Jake was thirty-two years old and of average height with a stocky build. His short, black hair was neatly combed back on the sides with a spike on top. Heavy stubble covered his face, and his brown eyes sat under his thick, black eyebrows. Emily thought he favored the actor Colin Farrell, and he thought she resembled Emma Stone with her red hair, freckles, and green eyes. This was their second attempt at parenthood. Their first pregnancy tragically ended two years ago when their baby was stillborn at the twenty-seventh-week of gestation. Jake and Emily had been high school sweethearts and were married shortly after graduation. Jake went into the Marine Corps and served an eight-year term, with half of that time performing active duty in Afghanistan. After an honorable discharge, he started a welding business. Emily worked in their home town of Gatesville, Texas, as a pharmacy technician.

  A few minutes later, red and blue lights illuminated the dark behind them. “Oh, crap! A cop is behind us!” He began slowing down, preparing to pull over.

  “Babe! We can’t stop! I’m not feeling good!”

  He glanced over his shoulder. “What’s wrong!?!”

  “I’m short of breath and my vision is blurry.”

  Jake knew this was one of the complications of pre-eclampsia. A sudden rise in blood pressure was something their doctor had warned them about. The only cure was getting her to the hospital and delivering the baby. “Try to take slow, long breaths. That will help calm your heart rate.” He pulled back onto the highway and sped up.

  “Babe! I don’t feel Abigail moving anymore!”

  Jake grimaced from the fright he felt, but he kept his concern to himself—she didn’t need additional stress. “Everything is fine. You know babies get still right before birth.” In a panic, Jake pulled out his phone and quickly dialed 9-1-1.

  An operator answered. “911, please state your emergency.”

  “Yes, this is Jake Summers. My wife is in labor and having issues. We’re on our way to Baylor Hospital, but there’s an officer behind us with his lights on. Please inform him we need an escort to the hospital.”

  “What’s your location, sir?”

  “We’re on Highway 36 heading west. We just passed through the town of Meadow Grove.”

  “What complications is your wife having?”

  “Difficulty breathing, vision issues, and the baby stopped moving. She has pre-eclampsia, and I’m afraid her blood pressure is too high.”

  “Stay on hold. I’ve got the officer on the line now.”

  “Okay.”

  The phone went silent for a moment, then she resumed the conversation. “Sir!”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “The officer has instructed you to pull over.”

  “But my wife doesn’t have time. We have to get to the hospital.”

  “Sir, it’s prudent that you pull over and let Officer Kosel evaluate the situation.”

  “Okay! I’m doing it now.” Jake quickly pulled to the side of the road. When the Expedition came to a stop, he jumped out with his hands up as the officer exited his vehicle. “Officer! My wife needs to get to the hospital! Can you give us an escort?”

  A stern voice belted out, “Get on the ground, asshole!”

  Jake, caught off guard by the command, exclaimed, “Hold up! I said my wife needs to get to the hospital! She’s in labor and having issues!”

  Even though it was dark, Jake could clearly see Officer Steven Kosel via the patrol car’s headlights. The man was short, round, had chubby cheeks, a double chin, and a buzz haircut. As Steven held his Glock 20 on Jake, he sported an aggressive expression and demanded, “I said get on the fucking ground before I shoot your ass!”

  “Okay! Go easy!” Jake dropped down to his knees before lying flat on his stomach.

  About that time, a second Meadow Grove’s patrol car pulled up. A tall, stocky officer wearing tactical gear approached. Steven motioned to him. “Hold up! I haven’t cleared the car yet!”

  The officer, Richard Terryhole, aimed his new toy, an MP5 submachine gun, at the Expedition and aggressively barked, “Passenger! Get out of the vehicle on the driver’s side! And keep your hands in sight!”

  Jake pleaded with them. “That’s my wife! She’s in labor and needs help!”

  Steven snapped at him. “Shut the fuck up! You’re only making things worse for yourself!”

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “I said shut the fuck up, asshole!”

  A green dot from Richard’s laser danced around on Emily’s chest as she opened the door. “Get your fucking hands up, lady!”

  She wept out a plea of fright. “Okay! Okay! I had to open the door!”

  “Get out of the fucking vehicle, now!”

  “I’m trying! Please calm down!” When she stepped out, amniotic fluid gushed down her legs.

  Richard’s gun-mounted, high-intensity flashlight blinded Emily as he continued barking out orders. “Move away from the vehicle!”

  She could barely stand as she held her arm in front of her eyes, blocking the blinding light. “I need to get to the hospital!”

  “I said move the fuck away from the vehicle!”

  When she went to take a step, her legs started to give, prompting her to sit on the road. When Jake saw his wife having a hard time, he jumped to his feet. “Hold up babe! I’m coming!” Before he took his first step, Steven pulled his stun gun and shot two electrodes into Jake's side. The electrical current immediately immobilized him, and his body tumbled onto the road.

  A third officer, Dan Johnson, shoved his knee into Jake’s neck, forcing the side of his face against the road. “Put your fucking hands behind your back!” Dan was the youngest of the cops, around mid-twenties. He was slightly overweight, had thick brown hair, and a handlebar mustache. His co-workers nicknamed him Officer Michaels since he resembled Seth Rogen’s character, Officer Michaels, in the movie Superbad. After he handcuffed Jake’s hands, he moved his knee from his neck to his back. “Stay calm, or I’ll shove your head back into the asphalt.”

  Emily, now disoriented, managed to stumble to her feet, and as she attempted to get back in the vehicle, Richard shot her with his Taser. A petrifying sensation of horror comp
letely overtook Jake’s mind when he saw her slump to the pavement. “Oh my God! Emily! Are you okay!?!”

  Frightened for her life, she whimpered, “Please make them stop!”

  Jake glared at Richard. “Please don’t tase her anymore! She’s not a threat!”

  Steven rushed over and folded Jake’s legs at the knees. After he forced his feet to his buttocks, he sat on them. “Stop resisting!”

  “How in the fuck am I resisting? I’m just lying here!”

  “Don’t get smart with me, boy!”

  “I swear I won’t move! Please help my wife!”

  Dan shoved Jake’s head against the road. “I told your ass to remain calm!”

  Emily, lying on her side surrounded by amniotic fluid, watched in dismay as the two cops manhandled Jake. “Why are y’all doing this?” She tried to sit up, but Richard shoved her back to the ground and started handcuffing her. “No one told you to move!”

  Jake couldn’t believe his eyes. “Oh my God! What is wrong with you!?! She’s in labor!”

  Once he had her arms secured, Richard left her lying on the asphalt. Jake gazed at her as the officers continued holding him down. “Babe! Are you okay!?!”

  “I… I don’t feel…”

  “Emily! What’s wrong!?!”

  When she didn’t answer, Jake glared at Richard. “Something’s wrong! Please check on her!”

  Richard, sporting a don’t-give-a-shit expression, jerked on her arm. “Ma’am! Wake up!” When she didn’t respond, he rolled her over onto her back. “Stop playing opossum, lady! You’re already in enough trouble.”

  A mix of emotions, ranging from shock to rage, swept over Jake. “Call an ambulance, you stupid fuck! She’s passed out!”

  Still sitting on Jake’s legs, Steven lashed out. “Watch your mouth, boy!”

  Wearing a look of trepidation, Jake gazed back at him and pleaded, “I don’t care what you do to me, but please help my wife!”

  “Hush!”

  “She needs help! Please do something!”

  Richard snapped at Jake. “Stop fucking begging—you’re embarrassing yourself.”

  “If something happens to my wife or baby, I’m going to make sure each of you rots in prison!”

  Richard stormed over and jerked Jake to his feet. “Don’t you threaten me, boy!”

  “Why are you acting like this? My wife is dying and needs medical attention!”

  “Are you a doctor?”

  “What?”

  “It’s a simple question. Are you a fucking doctor?”

  “No.”

  “Then keep your fucking medical recommendations to yourself!”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a cop! You’re supposed to help people!”

  “Shut the fuck up!” Steven motioned to Dan and Richard. “Put his ass in my car.”

  Arriving at the car, he refused to get in. “You fuckers aren’t going to get away with this!”

  Dan kneed Jake in the nuts, buckling him to his knees. Now subdued, they shoved him into the back seat and slammed the door shut.

  Feeling helpless, Jake peered out the window in horror, watching the three officers stand off to the side chatting while his wife lay unconscious on the cold asphalt.

  About fifteen minutes later, an ambulance arrived. Relief washed over Jake as Emily was loaded into the back. When the vehicle barreled away with the sirens blaring and lights flashing, he felt a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. After the three officers conversed for a while longer, Steven opened the back door. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law—”

  Emotionally at his limit, Jake lashed out. “This is bullshit! My wife didn’t deserve to be treated this way!”

  “—You have the right to have an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court—”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? Dispatch had already told you why I wasn’t pulling over!”

  “—With these rights in mind, are you still willing to talk with me about the charges against you?”

  “Why am I being arrested?”

  “Evading, resisting arrest, and felony assault against a police officer.”

  “Assault? I didn’t lay a hand on any of you!”

  “Threatening to cause injury to an officer is an assault in Texas.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  Dan began reading from a small booklet. “Texas Penal Code, Title 5, Chapter 22, Assaultive Offenses, Section 22.01, Assault, Subsection (a) A person commits an offense if the person, per number (2) intentionally or knowingly threatens another with imminent bodily injury. Subsection (b) the offense is a felony of the third degree if the offense is committed against, number (1) a person the actor knows is a public servant while the public servant is lawfully discharging an official duty.”

  Baffled, Jake exclaimed, “I know what the fucking law says! And stating I was going to make sure each one of you rot in prison is not an assault!”

  Richard strolled up with an evidence bag containing a Kimber 1911. “Of course not. But having this is.”

  Jake's eyes grew large as medallions. “What are you talking about? I have a license to carry that!”

  “Yeah, but that doesn’t give you the authority to brandish it out the window. Especially toward a police officer. That’s a criminal offense, bud.”

  “That’s bullshit! It was in the center console! I never touched it!”

  “I saw you do it!”

  “You weren’t even around!”

  “We’ll see who the jury believes. Officers of the law or a gun-toting nutjob.”

  “You motherfuckers are trying to set me up! You’re not going to get away with this!”

  “I would remain silent if I were you. You’re already in enough trouble.”

  “I’m a law-abiding citizen! I’ve never been arrested! You have no right doing this!”

  “Take it up with the judge.”

  “That’s fine! We’ll let the recording from the dashcam speak for itself!”

  Dan, sporting an egotistical look, snickered. “Yeah, well, that shit might just come up deleted, smartass.”

  My Beloved Emily and Abigail

  Jake worried about Emily as Steven drove down the highway, heading for the Bell County Jail. “Please take me to the hospital so I can be with my wife. You can take me to jail after I know she and our baby are okay.”

  Steven remained quiet as he wore an arrogant expression.

  “I won’t cause any problems. Once the baby is delivered, I’ll turn myself in.”

  Steven didn’t respond.

  “Can you at least call for me?”

  Steven turned on the radio.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  Once at the detention center, Steven handed Jake over to the correctional officers. Shortly after entering the building, they performed a search before escorting him to a staging area. During this time, he continued to request for someone to check on his wife or be allowed to use a phone, but no one was interested in his pleas. Over the next eight hours, Jake sat in a row of chairs with other inmates, staring into space, worrying about his wife and unborn child. Around 7 a.m., two correctional officers had him remove his clothes, conducted a strip search, created a list of personal property, took mugshots and fingerprints, obtained a DNA sample, documented alleged crimes, and, lastly, issued him orange clothing. To his dismay, a nurse performed a medical intake. That really fueled his anger. No one gave a shit about Emily, he thought, as she lay dying on a highway in the middle of the night.

  With the booking completed, he was finally allowed his phone call, which he promptly made to Baylor Hospital. To his consternation, the line disconnected as he was being transferred between departments. To make it worse, the correctional officer wouldn’t allow him another call. In retrospect, he realized he should have contacted a lawyer. After being demoralized, humiliated, and degraded, he had to sit in a cell for three more hours. At 11 a.m., he met with his court-appointed attorney shortly before being taken to his arraignment, where he plead “not guilty” to the charges. Once Jake paid his bond and was released, he took a cab to the hospital, then rushed straight to labor and deliver. As he approached a receptionist, a barrage of thoughts flooded his mind. “I need to see my wife. Her name is Emily Summers. She was brought in for delivery last night. Is she okay? Can I see her?”