You’re the guy,
Who fed me lies,
You’re the guy,
Who ended my life.
You’re the guy,
Who’s handsome face,
Swept me off my feet that night,
With your hands covered with lace.
But little did I know,
Your face covered,
With that deep black mask,
Was hiding lies undiscovered.
You told me the truth,
Honey covered lies,
It was all a plot,
To end my life.
I offended your gang,
I punched his chest,
Your petty revenge,
Would kill me at best.
Brought me to your car,
Twelve at night,
Tied me up,
Drove while telling lies.
You peeled off the cloth,
Restricting my eyes,
I saw your face,
Your evil eyes.
In that moment,
I knew in a snap,
My life was over,
That was that.
Two years later,
They find my body,
Tied and gagged,
It’s your gruesome hobby.
I’m floating in the river,
Horror in my eyes,
My ripped red dress,
Still reeks of your lies.
I walk down the poorly lit stairwell to my laboratory. Mother never ventures past the door. She knows better. Ever since father…died, she seems quite amenable to anything I request. She lives by the adage, “ignorance is bliss…”
Arriving at the bottom of the stairwell, I turn right, taking the keys from my lab coat as I cross the small space. I pause to listen at the door. No sound. She must have dozed. Good. A resting body will be warm and pliant. It will be easier to initiate the experiment. I smile as I open the door, thinking easy was not a prerequisite.
“Katarina,” I whisper upon entering the room. Silence meets my voice but there is a noticeable change in the air. Fear. I could feel it on my skin. Smell it. Breathing in deeply, I close and lock the door. My eyes adjust quickly to the darkness of the room. Katarina lay where I had left her, as I had left her. Arms and torso restrained, wrists and ankles handcuffed to the sides of the examination table.
“Katarina,” I whisper again, this time bending over next to her ear as I caress her with my gloved hand. She whimpers. I close my eyes in an effort to control my rising excitement.
“Ah, you are awake. Good. So much better for test results.” I can’t help myself, I lean over and lick where my hand had been.
She screams, but the sound is muted by the contraption I had fit on her face to keep her silent…and to capture the spittle…would it taste sweet full of terror? I think it will be like ambrosia.
“Katarina, I won’t say ‘don’t worry,’ or ‘this won’t hurt.’” She screams uselessly. I imagine the taste of the drops collecting. “It will almost be like visiting Dr. Hamlin.” He was the only doctor in the small town. He served as general practitioner as well as specialist of whatever need presented itself to the dwindling population of Feurrach.
“I can alleviate one fear, Katarina.” She stills. “It is not my intention to sully you by invading your virginal territory. Well, at least not in the way a woman might fear.” I could not hold back a chuckle.
“Also, I am not certain you will feel pain.” I can hear her rapid breathing. “I only suspect it. It’s a hypothesis. No need for details. It just concerns you, a rat, and fear.” She screams. I lick my lips.
“What I ask myself,” I whisper as I walk to the head of the table and bend to her ear,” is how sweet will you taste when pain, fear and terror reign?” I touch her face. Wet. Ah…I lick my fingers. Then her face. It was almost my undoing…but I promised. I sigh and kiss her. “Don’t worry,” I whisper. “I am a man of integrity. Science is far more important to me than satisfying base needs. I lick her once more. “Don’t move,” I chuckle at my own joke. “I’ll be right back.”
I unlock the door and go into the adjoining room. Crossing the small space, I unlock another door. Inside, I can hear the twittering and scampering of my dear pets. I open the first cage and little Rolf jumps into my hand, seeking what he will not find.
“Not yet, dear little one,” I croon, petting him. “I have a special treat for you. I put him in my pocket and leave the room, locking the door.
That evening, sitting in front of the fireplace, Mother asks tentatively, “What is that you’re drinking, Oliver. Gin? That’s not like you.”
“Oh, no, Mother. You know I wouldn’t infect my mind with that filth. I am not Father.” I sip, leaning back in my chair. Ahhh. Ambrosia. Leaning back with eyes closed, I wonder what theory I might prove next.
Squiggles, giggles & mr. wiggles.
I wake up to the sound of crunching in my ear. I thought it was my cat or sister. The sound progresses till I cannot bear it any more. The very distinctive sounds of crunching, slurping, slithering and melting in my ear. I get a flashlight and a mirror and investigate what the hell is in there. What I saw sent me over the edge. I had seen baby worms. No maggots crawling around in my ear biting, crunching, and slurping pieces off my ear. Then I see one big maggot slithering around in there and laying it's slimy eggs in my ear. Then all of the sudden, I hear laughing get closer and closer as if it was coming down a hall. As the sounds get closer, there is a sudden pause. Then a loud piercing scream followed by the slimy, gooey, crunchy noises of the baby maggots being born and eating in my ear. And the weird part was that I couldn't feel the party in my ear. Everything starts spinning and then it goes black. I wake up to find it was all a dream.
Blue Screen of Death
Twas like any other morning
An empty office inviting me to a day of gloom.
The obnoxiously blue computer screen makes demands;
"Please enter a password."
Maybe I'll just fucking kill you.
Maybe I'll just fucking kill everybody...
But only if they paid me for it.
I enter the password: the day I died inside,
The day I no longer held any humanity,
The day I realized
Holding the essence of another in my hands
With but a twitch tipping the scales
Towards or away from the grave
Would be the closest thing to love
I'll ever experience.
The love of converting another soul
Into an empty husk;
A meat bag to be decorated
With a fine point blade.
"Good morning!" I say with a smile
As unsuspecting coworkers greet me
As if I were a fellow human
And not an empty husk
Waiting for my own decoration to begin.
Nom nom- hee-haw!
Like the sound of a dying donkey
Forced into water so it can’t breathe.
Screech chomp on nom nom!
All I ever hear when you put something to your lips-
It sounds like nails on a chalkboard,
But the chalkboard is exploding with painful knives that make your ears bleed-
But the blood doesn’t come from your ears,
it comes from your mouth.
Everything mashed up and spit out-
Not purposefully but accidentally.
At least you have no more food left for you to eat.
It’s all on the floor now...
He came towards me like a predetor. He restrained me to the bed as I struggled against him. "Jack stop this!" He grabbed my throat and choked me. My face turned colors and I couldn't breathe. Panic set in as i struggled to break free. "Shut the fuck up until I tell you to speak, filthy whore." I regretted trying to make him angry. Jack released my throat and colapsed as I inhaled the air he'd denied me.
Despite my terror, I felt myself heating up with lust and cursed my body for betraying me. Jack ripped my clothes off of my body before securing my ankles to a metal bar that kept me open for him. "Stop this Jack." I pleaded. "Please?" "Now you learn to beg?" he spat. "I have been much to kind to you. Now you're going to learn your place!" venom dripped from every word. My normally composed and calm emotionless Jack, had become this raging sex crazed sadistic animal. The thought was terrifying, and electrifying.
Jack slipped off his belt. Standing beside me in only his pants, his muscles rippled with power. Pain ripped through me "Ahhh!" "You think you can fucking cheat on me and get away with it bitch?" he roared. he'd hit me with his belt. He struck again hitting me with the metal buckle and again I screamed. He continued hitting me until he'd felt satisfied. He put the belt down and rumaged through his black chest for something. He pulled out a very large and strange looking object. "What is that?" I squeaked. He slapped me. "I thought I told you not to speak, slut." I whimpered and he inserted the device into my pussy. I cried out in pain as he forced it in, stretching me. "Look at you, wet like a bitch in heat." I was humiliated. I hated how my body was reacting to the horriffic things he was doing to me.
"I'm going to turn this on. and then i'm going to whip you. If you come without my permission you will feel my belt again. Do you understand me?" I nodded, to afraid to speak. He grabbed my throat again and brought his face so that his lips were almost touching mine. "When I ask you a question you will answer me with either yes master or no master. Do you understand, my slave?" My eyes widened in terror and I wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips "Yes Master." I breathed. he reached down and rubbed my clit and said "Good girl." The involentary moan that escaped my lips was loud and heady. Jack smiled at that and my breath caught in my throat. "What a good little slut," he said as he continued rubbing me. "Look how wet and ready you are for me." I moved my hip to grind into his hand and he stopped. I let out a growl of frustration.
Jack turned on the vibrator he'd placed inside me. "Do not come unless I tell you to my slave." He pulled out his whip and cracked it in the air for effect. It worked. I was absolutely terrified of it, and him. He cracked the whip again but this time it hit my side "Ahhhh!" I shrieked. He cracked the whip again, this time hitting my thigh. "Jack please stop! I'm sorry!" I cried! Again the whip came. "Sorry you cheated? or sorry that you were stupid enough to tell me?"He wipped me again. "Ahhh! I didn't Jack! I lied! i never cheated on you!" his hand lowered and I breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn't strike again.
"Nobody else has fucked me Jack i said it to make you angry." I whimpered. "I wanted to get back at you for leaving me all alone without telling me anything. I was so lonely Jack and I was afraid. You didn't say a word to me the whole time, I thought you'd left me. Then you just showed up like everything was fine and i..." I lost my voice as tears streamed down my face. "You got what you wanted Jessica, i'm fucking angry alright. I was angry that you'd cheated because I never thought you would. How am I supposed to know this isn't a lie? to try and escape your punishment?" My eyes widened in fear. "I'm telling you the truth Jack, please believe me..."
He went back to his chest and pulled out a purple device that looked like a magic wand. He turned it on and the tip sparked to life with a blue light. "Did you cheat on me Jessica?" Jack asked. "No Jack" He touched the wand to my breast and pain ripped through me."Ahhhhh!" "You will call me Master. Did you cheat on me?" "No Master." I whimpered He touched my other breast and electricity coursed through me. "Jack please!" He touched my stomach. "Master! I meant Master! I'm sorry! Please stop!" "You're begging me to stop but your dirty little pussy seems to like what i'm doing to you." he touched me lower on my stomach and my shrill screetch filled the room. The warm heat that had been slowly growing was now rapidly increasing. Every time Jack hurt my my body betrayed me.
I felt sick. I shouldnt like any of this. I hated all of it. He was hurting me, molesting me and abusing me. "You're going to be my little fuck toy from now on Jessica. What do you think of that?" he taunted me, baiting me so that I would give him an attitude. It worked. "I am not a toy!" I blurted. Jack responded by holding the wand against my inner thigh I screamed and my vision blurred. I felt my body clenching, close to the edge of climax. "Don't you fucking come yet." Jack snarled. but i couldnt hold on any longer. My orgasm ripped through me making my body convulse and spasm.