The van slowed to a stop and every occupant in the van other than Dan was now squawking and complaining about the vans’ path and apparent instability. “Just what I need…what the hell was that Kim? Did you see anything in the road?
” Dan asked abruptly. His wife then sharply replied; “No you asshat! It was probably your driving over something…Get out and check for Christ sake!
” Dan shifted into park with a sigh, put his caution flashers on, and jumped out to take a look. “Fucking great… all the damn tires… oh man! What the fuck?
” Dan exclaimed in shock. The women then sprang out of the van…. with the girls swiftly behind them.
“Great Dan, look what you did! Did you hit a freaking animal or some shit you fucking Opus?”….
Candy added. “It looks like something tore a chunk out of all four tires” a puzzled Dan snapped back. “This is just great…Hun, can you get the cell and bring it out here, let me try and find some help…instead of bitching about this shit…its getting dark for Christ sake and I don’t want to be stuck out in the hills all night” .
“Fucking great, another wonderful vacation with my limp-dicked husband” she muttered incoherently under her breath as she reached in and grabbed her cell phone. As she exited the car and slammed the door behind her, she tossed the phone to her husband in disgust and told him; “You better find some help soon shit for brains!” Dan caught the cell, and looked at her with an angry and frustrated look on his face and said…”Of course your heinous”.
As he flipped the phone out to dial 411… he heard a dreadful and eerily familiar sound behind him… The familiar sound of a shotgun pumping a round through the chamber and the words that followed from a deep-toned, serious sounding voice to his rear… “I’d think twice before I made that call if I was you fellow” A look of surprise quickly replaced the disgust and disappointed faces of everyone in the Jacobs family at that moment. They were all left speechless as Dan raised his hands high into the air after dropping his cell on the ground and slowly turning around to see a middle-aged, tree-trunk of a country boy staring him down with a 12 gauge pointed in his mug. “Now take it easy guy…we are just trying to” … His words were met with the click of a second shotgun held by another large dirty country boy speaking a back water accent of the area… “Shut your pie hole mister before I blows it clean off yer shoulders!
” The girls began to blubber and cry…as their mom excitedly spoke up…”Look guys…if its money you want… you can have it… just don’t hurt anyone…we are just trying to get our van fixed and be on our way.” A laugh resonated deeply from the two country boys as they eyed up the slim blonde and her sister along with the two young girls. The the first of the men spoke in a firm tone, “get your padded city slickin’ asses against the van with yer hands up on the windows before I blows your mans’ head clean off bitches!
And I mean now!” He spoke with authority, and the seriousness of the situation became apparent to everyone immediately. “Ok…girls.
..Do what the man says… get over here and face the van… no one needs to get hurt” exclaimed a shaken and disparaged Dan Jacobs.
As everyone placed their hands upon the side of the Minivan the second man pronounced; “Ok, I am a gonna handcuff each of yas…if any of you try and funny stuff… you die. And shut the fuck up and stop crying and a blubbering you stupid bitches!!
!” Another eerie silence abruptly took place, and the sounds of handcuffs being placed on each of the family quickly followed. The sniffling and tears were now pouring out from the girls and the ladies, but they were too afraid to speak out.
The two men were intimidating and large, dirty and dead serious looking. Dan Jacobs was close to urinating in his pants at this time. The cold steel of the shotgun the first man held behind him was touching the back of his head as the final pair of handcuffs were placed on his wrists.
“Now all of ya…
git the fuck in the van in the back and don’t make me tell you twice or I will blow your fucking brains out along the side of this hear road and leave ya fer dead!” The family reluctantly piled into the back of the minivan, in a stage of primal fear. No one wanted to test the seriousness of the two grubby looking rednecks.
And no one knew quite what to do while being paralyzed with fear but to obey their commands and pile in the van quickly. The first man jumped in the drivers’ seat while the other man kept the shotgun aimed straight at Dan’s head from the front seat. They began their drive down the road and took yet another detour off a dirt road leading deep into the woods.
Dan began to speak, “what are you going to” and was cut off with the smack of a butt of the shotgun to the side of his face…”I told you to shut the fuck up dammit!” the 2nd man said as he rang Dan’s bell abruptly. Blood was now trickling down the side of Dan Jacobs face and head, and he was just about knocked unconscious with one swift blow.
The girls all let out a collective squeal and began to beg the man and cry loudly. “Shut up bitches! The next peep I hear out of any of you whores and this piece of shit will be pushing’ up daisies I swear it!
!” They squeaked to a silent sniffle as the van drove down the bumpy dirt road, and the light turned into darkness slowly but surely. The two men drove for what seemed almost an hour to their destination; far into the dark mountainous hillside.
They came to a stop at what looked like an old log cabin surrounded by farmland, a few roaming Doberman pinchers, and some old junk cars. The van came to a stop… and the vans’ doors popped open quickly as the two men began pulling the occupants out one by one. “Now, you will all follow me quickly and quietly, no questions asked.
Anyone stops, bitches or hesitates… gets shot and fed to my dogs!..
. now move yer asses!” The frightened family obliged the order now fearful for their lives.
No one wanted to speak for fear of getting everyone else killed. It was crystal clear to all involved that they were dealing with madmen. Men who wouldn’t hesitate to kill, and no one wished to push their luck and go against their wishes.
They were all led into the large log cabin through a basement shelter door and down into a musty basement area through a long steep stairwell. As they entered the dungeon like environment, the first man turned to the second and exclaimed “Jeb, u wanna do the honors?” Jeb smiled and said;” you got it Jess…I’d be more than glad too!
” He reached for a roll of duck tape and began taping the mouths of the frightened members of the family one by one. Jess held the shotgun on the family and reminded them of the golden rule… “Anyone who makes a damn sound gets blasted!” Everyone reluctantly obliged them for fear of their lives.
After their mouths were thoroughly taped, Jeb began taping everyone’s legs together at the heel. He then began to attach each member of the family side by side against the wall of the basement to a chain and post built into the wall…conveniently just for the reason of restraining each person in place with little wiggle room allowed. After everyone was secured against the wall… The two men put down their shotguns, grabbed an old wooden chair each, turned it around backwards… and sat in front of them in silence for what seemed like an eternity to the frightened bunch.