The Country Club Read Online Free

“Sorry we had to put you out like that.”
         “I’m disappointed Caleb. I thought you were up for this ,” Denny said.
         “Up for this? What the fuck is this place?”
         “This is The Country Club. Yes, it really exists. I’ve been a member here since I was eighteen. My dad since he was eighteen and on down the line. They don’t usually let common folks like yourself in here, but I vouched for you,” Denny explained.
         “Yeah, well a little heads up would have been nice ,” Caleb said.
         “Dude. In college we used to fuck girls up all the time. This is just a step further is all.”
         “A step further? There’s a fucking drill on that little cart, as well as shit like pliers and an ice pick. What the fuck? Yeah we banged girls and got a little rough. We never cut them to pieces.”
         “Oh stop being so self-righteous,” Denny said. “They told me you tried to let her go.”
         “That’s right. I unstrapped her and gave her my jacket and we tried to get out. Then I guess one of those assholes knocked me out.”
         “With good reason. We can’t have these girls getting out and running their mouths to God knows who. Usually if someone acts like you, they put them in one of the room s as a gift to a member. But I talked them into a deal for you.”
         “A deal?” Caleb couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He’d known Denny since they were both playing in the sandbox together. He’d never shown any hint of this type of behavior. Maybe this place was why.
         “Yeah. You’ll remain here and work for them. You’ll start out helping with cleanup, but eventually you’ll be able to help bring girls in, take care of members and so forth. You’ll live here at The Club. All your meals will be provided for. It will be a good life.”
         “Fuck you man. I’m not staying here. Let me out of this damn chair. You made your point. Let’s get out of here ,” Caleb said. He still refused to believe this was more than some kind of weird prank or initiation of some sort.
         “I don’t think your friend is taking this very seriously Mr. Dennis,” Tuxedo guy said. “I think a demonstration is in order.”
         He nodded to the big bald guy who walked over to the cart, picked up a large knife and slit the girl’s throat. She let out one final yelp as blood squirted from her neck. The guy had cut at such an angle, barely any blood got on him. He tossed the knife down and wiped his hands off as the whole thing had been like changing a light bulb.
         “Holy shit!” Caleb yelled. “What the fuck? Why the fuck did you do that? Holy shit!”
         “I told you. Trying to let her go didn’t save her. You maybe spared her a little suffering, but that’s it. She’s still dead,” Denny said. “So think about what I told you. You have two choices. Stay in that chair for the next Club member that walks through the door, or start your new job by cleaning this mess up.”
         “What about my job? My family? Can I call my mom?”
         “No, you’ll have no communication at first. I’ll make up something for your mom, don’t worry.”
         “Fuck. You’re serious?” Caleb said, still in shock from this whole experience.
         “Yes we’re serious. You want them to do another demonstration?”
         “No! No! Jesus. Can you let me out of this chair?”
         Denny looked at the tuxedo guy who nodded as the big bald douchebag walked over and undid the straps.
         “Now when you get up, I don’t recommend doing anything crazy. Richard here will take you upstairs to change clothes and show you where supplies are. Won’t you Richard?” the bald douchebag nodded. He apparently couldn’t talk.
         Caleb stood and rubbed the back of his head. He followed Richard out the door, glaring at Denny.
         “Sorry man. This was supposed to be fun,” Denny