*Disclaimer: This story is a work of erotic horror fiction. The author does not condone the acts described. All characters are 18+. The story contains descriptions of violence against women. Do not read if this may upset you.*
**The Pit**
Roy Mitchell slapped a mosquito, rolled bloody ruin down his neck, and figured things couldn’t be much worse.
“Scout!” He cried into the trees. He whistled. “Here, boy!”
No answering bark came.
“Scout!”
The sun was all but set, and the dusk between the trees was the color of cobwebs. Scout, the boxer-pit bull mix his wife and daughter had *insisted* they adopt, had disappeared this afternoon, less than forty eight hours since the papers had been signed. He knew Ariel, his daughter, didn’t have the wherewithal or the attention span for a goddamn dog, and he hadn’t been shy about saying as much. Only thing that held her gaze for longer than eleven seconds was her smartphone, where most of what she did, it seemed to Roy, involved teasing boys with pictures of herself wearing too-tight clothes.