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Part 4.5: All That Sexy Violence.

I’m alone with Jessica in the bedroom. She comes close and runs her fingers though my hair, I kiss her. Lips interlocked I begin to run my hands up her tee shirt. No bra. My fingers genially play with her nipples. We collapse on the bed behind her. With animalistic intent I pull her shirt over her head and off of her. She moans as I kiss my way down neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, and bellybutton. I unbutton her jeans and slide my hand inside her pink cotton panties. Running my fingers around her lips, she bites her lips and moans as I insert a finger in and begin genially exploring. She’s soaking wet. My hand slides out of her panties and I pull her pants off her pants with one quick motion and toss them aside. She lays there naked, her long blond hair framing her beautiful face. I kneel down on my knees and kiss her clit, before my tongue goes to work. As her moaning gets louder and louder she looks down at me. My head is shaking violently with an unnatural twitching; my tongue is something almost reptilian, eyes solid black emptiness. She lets out a bone chilling scream as she tries to force me off of her. But she fails and I climb on top of her, as I unzip my lizard tongue up her face. My hands holding her down by the shoulders, I enter her. She lets out another scream, but I quickly jam my tongue in her mouth silencing her. Tears run down her face as I thrust harder and deeper. My fingernails dig into her flesh as blood begins to pool underneath her. Harder, deeper and twitchier I continue inside her. The only sound is that of her muffled suffering.
With inhuman speed I flip her over, digging the fingernails of my left hard (which can only be described as an animalistic claw) into her shoulder blade. With my right I force her face deep to the bed. I begin to chant inhuman words as I thrust. I pause for a moment and remove myself from her. My cock is bloody and covered in tiny little spikes, not unlike a cats. I reposition myself, this time I enter her asshole. She lets out another cry of pain as I force myself into her asshole. Jack enters the room and yells “what the fuck”. But before he can finish the “cuk” sound his throat is pierced by a large serrated tentacle that has protruded from my back. The tentacle curls upwards coming out his mouth. With one quick motion it rips his jaw clear from his face. He falls to the ground dead.
I continue thrusting and feel a sinister energy building at the base of my cock. A few more thrust and it has released. I cum, feeling every ounce of semen in me shoot deep inside of her ass. I pull out and my cock is back to normal. She lies motionless, frozen in a catatonic state. There’s blood everywhere. I look down at her and she is leaking dark purplish semen like substance her asshole.
I stand up and look into the cracked mirror on top of the dresser at the side of the bed. It takes a moment for the inhuman twitching to stop. I don’t recognize what is looking back at me. Oh it looks like me, but it’s not. Eyes solid black with bright red pupils, shape jagged teeth behind a serial killers smile. Skin like gray leather.
My mirror self starts moving without me, then leaning inward says “You are what you should fear”.

I awaken with a jolt drenched in a pool of my own sweat. I feel my stomach’s contents rushing upwards. I fly out the front door and tears run down my face as I violently vomit on the porch. “What the Fuck was that” I say to myself aloud.
“This isn’t me, this isn’t me” I repeat in my mind over and over again.
After a few minutes of fresh air I go back inside and lay back down.
Surprisingly I fall back asleep quickly.

End of Day One.

Part Four: Restless Night and the Big Bad Fucking Book Strikes Back with a Vengeance

“Why the fuck do I have to sleep on the floor? I mean if this is supposed to be my little therapy retreat shouldn’t I get a bed?” I ask them in a pissy tone.
“Because there are only two bed rooms on this floor and someone busted out the stairs to the second floor.” Jack answers “Me and Jessica are sharing one of the rooms and” “And me and Dave got the other one, It’s what we get for coming up here” Jacob interrupts before Jack elbows him in the gut. “Anyway I seriously doubt you want to sleep on that couch” Jack adds as he points over to it. Even in this dim light I can still see the crusted semen and beer stains. “You might be right about that” I say begrudgingly. I stand in the corner bitching to myself as Jack unrolls a sleeping in the center of the living room.
Jack finishes setting up my cozy little sleeping arrangements and places an uncovered pillow on top.
“Here you go” he says with an artificial grin plastered on his face. He looks at his phone and says ” well it’s getting late guess it’s time to call it a night”. Then he gives Jessica a look that says lets ditch the kids and go have some fun.
They toss me a fresh pack of smokes, a lighter and a pocket flashlight before they all head off to bed. Fucking great I’m already on edge from not having taken any pills for at least 8 hours. The last fucking thing I need is to sleep on the goddamn floor.

An hour or so later I’m on the floor with only the very loud sounds of Jack and Jessica fucking to keep me company. The repetitive moaning and thanking of god fills me with a deep loneliness that only severs to remind me of what I thought I’d have with Whatshername. And now I’m stuck here cold turkeying it off of heavy duty narcotic and I can’t even drowned them out with music from my phone, or even better jerk off to internet porn. Because admittedly the mental image of Jessica naked and glistening with sweat tightly clutching the sheets as she’s being deeply penetrated has got me rather……. Well let’s not beat around the bush, I’m hard as fucking steel right now. But that prick had to lock my phone in his car to “charge” overnight. I know he only did it to prevent me from getting a ride out of here. Hmm I wonder if he’d mind me getting a big rock and retrieving it from his dashboard. I lay back trying to cover my ears with my pillow.
Try to think about something else.
Soon my mind decided to pull a dick move and starts rushing all the good memories of Whatshername. Every time she made me happy, lifted me up, made me laugh, and gave me hope. It’s all playing in my mind like a torturous old home movie. Played on a loop over and over again on the walls of my mind. Only stopping every once in a while to remind me that she’ll never be mine. That in all likelihood she was never really mine. And I can do is chain smoke. I’ve finished almost a half a pack in the hour since I first laid down. There’s a line of snuffed butts and ashes right next to me, I seriously doubt any ones gonna mind the damage.
The conclusion: Right now I am a fucking moron for everything I thought would happen, every dream I had about her.
And right now I am possible the world biggest loser.
I am very not ok tonight, I start to cry.
I curl myself into a fetal position and start wondering to myself. Does tonight seem like a good night for a third attempt? I failed the last two times, but I’m significantly lower than before. I’ve fallowed though with none of the promises I made to myself when things ended with her. Still at the same shitty job, still a bitter antisocial fuck. I still live at home but now my life has 70% less friends and maybe 65% more drugs. I think I really could succeed this time. And as I start surveying the room for inspiration my eyes are suddenly drawn to that old book from before. The book seems to call to me, I can feel it tugging and pulling at my very soul.
I get out of my little nigger rigged accommodations. I walk towards the shelf I left it on and grab it. Flipping it open and I can hear its spine crack. It feels like something has taken ahold of me as I start to read aloud from its old pages: “ Verata, demento, Excreeta –diminta, Klaatu Barada Nik……”
The room suddenly begins to spin around me, the walls pulsating in bizarre rhythm. My reality starts to fade away as a flesh textured skin begins to slowly cover the walls. I feel like I’m someplace different now. The sky though the window is a strange dark purple color. The house around me has almost completely changed. It looks like the walls are papered with chucks of decaying flesh all stitched together Frankenstein style. The floor feels weird as well like a mix between a really big sponge and an inflatable bounce house. The smell of putrefied flesh and hot buttered popcorn fills my nostrils. The sound of distorted circus music and heavy industrial machinery is vibrating me to my very core. This place is just wrong. I feel dirty just being here. It’s kinda like the feeling you get when you’re in the Porno section at the video store, only worse. It takes me a second to realize I’m still holding the book and somehow still reading aloud from it. I snap it closed and just as quickly I’m back in Buttfuck’s former favorite teen party spot.
Christ withdrawal is weirder then I’d thought it’d be.
Feeling shaken I toss the book aside and lay back down on the floor. But I’m all nerves and there’s no way I’m getting any sleep tonight.
I dig in my pocket to try in vain to fide something to entertain myself with when, Jackpot!!! I find a lone Zanaflex tablet (Zanaflex is a tasty little muscle relaxer, that I like to keep on me). It must’ve fallen out of my bottle when they were digging for it. I really need to get a new bottle. I quickly jam the little white bastard in my mouth and bite down with a crunch, for me tablets like this work better (and quicker) when you chew them a bit before swallowing.
I rest my head on the pillow and within fifteen minutes I can feel it turn my body to mush and I say my little prayer just like a good church raised boy:


“Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep. Let me die before I wake, so this shit I don’t have to take. Failing that may my “friends” be just as sad as I am. Let Jack’s swimmer take hold and knock up Jessica. Completely ruining his plans for the future he’s dreamed. Let Dave and Jacob finally fuck and get it over with, and Let whatshername meet the man of her dreams, who looks just like that actor that gets her ever so wet. And let her walk in on him balls deep in some other girl. Also thank you lord for all the puppy, kitten and rainbows and all that other stuff,
Amen.



Five minutes after that I’m fast asleep.
.

Part Three: The Tragic Tale of Whatshername and All That Could Have Been ( Death threat remix).

They surround me; Jessica’s still giving me that caring look.
“There aren’t any drugs Jace”, Jack says “We’ve brought you here to talk to you”.
“We care about you man” Jacob adds.
Jessica’s nodding her head in agreement.

Fucking Christ it’s an intervention.
I let out an annoyed ugh and seat myself upon the armrest of the old couch.
The circle follows me
They all start talking. Each one telling me how great I am, how smart and funny. Asking me what happened that got me to the place that I am now.
“You wanna know?” I ask them.
“Yes we do” Jessica says with a voice that matches the ways she’s been looking at me all night.

So I tell them.
It all started with a girl, for the purposes of this story let’s call her Whatshername. Whatshername changed my life. We met at a very rough point in my life. I’d just suffered a very deep betrayal and was in a very dark place. I didn’t laugh, I didn’t smile, I wasn’t happy. I didn’t trust new people and ate high end narcotic like skittles. Then she came into my life like a wrecking ball and tore down the pill supported walls I’d built up. Oddly enough it was my father who introduced us. You see she was the daughter of my father’s first girlfriend. Once day Whatshername’s mother found my dad on facebook they reconnected over fond memories of youthful sexual explorations, curious finger exploration under that old oak tree in his backyard. Quick secret hand jobs on the couch in his parent’s rumpus room, All detailed in full on her facebook wall, nether aware that their messages where not private.
That was an interesting notification on my phone.
Anyways

On the day I met her I didn’t want to go. The idea of meeting someone new was out of the question. But the well intentioned pushing of someone close and the flip of a coin decided for me. And it was the best day I’d had in a long time. I smiled, I laughed and most importantly I talked. We connected on a deep level and for the first time in months I let someone hug me. After she went home we remained friends. Late night textathons, always liking each other’s posts. This went on for a year and a half to the point where her texts was the first thing I’d see in the morning and the last before I fell asleep. We’d bitch about work, family, life in general. We’d talk movies and comics and everything else. But when I told her that I was in love she hesitated at first. In all fairness she did try to warn me the romance wasn’t really her thing. But I wore her down, got her to admit she loved me and wanted a life with me. And we became a long distance couple. We annoyed our friends talking about each other all the time. Never went more than an hour or two without talking or texting each other. We opened up to each other, all secrets known. I began trying to change myself for her; I wanted to be the best man I could for her. I gave up the pills, started trying to lose weight. I pushed away female friends that she didn’t like. Hell I even stopped watching internet porn, for the most part.
All of this for her.

And you know what? It felt good; every change I made, made me feel like the man I was supposed to be.
We continued our relationship. We’d sync up our laptops and watch movies and TV shows together. We’d talk about a future where all are dreams had come true.
I was so happy.
I was so stupid.
Just to be clear in the beginning we promised each other no sexting, no phone sex and no web cam wankery. But that didn’t last long.
Soon she was sending texts about day dreaming that she was playfully sucking on my dick and I was coming up with scenarios of us passionately making love. Me caressing her, kissing her, and going down on her. Among many other things.

She is a liar and I was delusional.
But I yearned to be near her. Yearned to feel her, smell her, and hold her hand. I thought that she was what my life had been building to.
I was an idiot.
But I spent money I didn’t have and bough the ticket. In spite of every ones warnings I took time off work and went to be with my Whatshername.
The night before she messaged me this:
“All you need to bring is yourself, your dick and condoms :-*”

I was a fool.
When I got there thing where nice at first, or maybe I just wanted them to be nice. But it soon turned to shit. And when she cried to me saying “You said it’d be different with you” it broke my heart. After eight days of wandering the streets of a place so far away from home, chain smoking and debating suicide then I came home.
We were done, the person I’d come to rely on wholly no longer wanted to even speak to me. She was gone.

Things got really dark after that.

I felt broken and unlovable. I couldn’t even keep the illusion going for ten days in person.
Ten fucking days.
After that I went full force on the pill, extra strength Norcos became my best friend. I became bitter and hateful, gave up on a happy life. The bands we both liked now make me angry and almost every girl reminds me of her. I’m almost constantly sad and when I’m not I’m just plan pissed off. Soon my funk spread outward. A rippling tide of bitterness and hatred that poisoned everything around me. Soon I was ripping into family members and friends who did nothing and was getting talked to by my boss for my poor performance on the job. But I didn’t care I was dead inside and not even the pills made it better.

And now here I am, sitting in an abandoned old house. With everyone that I’d considered friends plus Jessica trying to host a goddamn intervention for me.
Fuck my life.


I tell them my story and Jessica softly puts her hand on my shoulder.


I am such a loser.

Jack stands up and walks towards me.
“ Jace we brought you here to help” He says. “We brought food, drinks, a Carton of smokes and sleeping bags. We’re all gonna stay here until you’re better”.
Jessica a person I only met an hour ago adds “we all love you and are worried”. Dave and Jacob nod in agreement.
“You’re not going home until you’re better, until this funk or whatever is out of your system” Jack adds.
“We’ve talked to you mom and boss and they’ve given us there blessing. You’re stuck here. Also you’re gonna hand over your pill bottle”

“Oh fuck you, you condescending prick” I yell with an extended middle finger.

It is at this point that I try to leave and am tackled by Dave and Jacob. While I’m down face deep in the moldy wood floor that Jack digs my “secret” pill bottle out of my pocket.



Christ I’m trapped with four junior therapists and no fucking drugs. Stuck in the rundown shit shack and in a bad fucking mood, I may kill someone before this is over.

Part 2: Bad Coffee, Deep Buttfuck and the Big Bad Fucking Book.

Part 2: Bad Coffee, Deep Buttfuck and the big bad fucking book.


The coffee tastes like shit but free. Jessica and Jack sit in the booth across from me and try to make small talk. Talking about people I don’t know and don’t care about, places I’ve never been and will most likely go. I think they can tell I’m bored when I absentmindedly start playing with my phone. The topic is changed. Jack starts telling me the evenings plan. How we’re going to meet up with Steve and Jacob and go to the old hang out The House.
Steve and Jacob could be called the third and fourth in our little group, cool dudes don’t get me wrong but I’ve never seen them as being as good of friends as I used to see Jack. Always the guys who crashed first, who had to be home by curfew, who didn’t let you smoke in their cars. They’re tourist hell raisers on a brief holiday, taking pictures and asking the obvious questions. And the old hang out, Christ I’d almost forgotten about it. A huge old abandoned house at the Buttfuck nowhere part of town that the city planner just seemed to forget about. It’s set on what is probably the biggest piece of property in town. Hell I’d heard that the mayor was pushing to have it torn down after the prom night a few years back where his daughter (smart beauty with the full ride next year in college) found her dreams cancelled by some cheap beer, the star quarterback and some rubbers of very questionable quality.
We finish our meals and head back out. We decide to take Jack’s car as getting to Buttfuck from here is no easy task. On the drive over I keep noticing that Jessica keeps looking back at me with a look of concerned sweetness on her face. Her look fills me with a slight unease.
I ignore it.



20 Minutes Later: Deep in the Buttfuck.

As we pull up our headlight illuminate the house and two figures leaning on the green door of the 95 piece of shit that I haven’t seen in 6 months. All four look just how I remember them.
Steve and Jacob.

I get out of the car quickly bashing my head on the door frame (son of a bitch that hurts). Jacob and Steve seem like a happy middle ground between my look of don’t give a fuck provided by the generous people at goodwill and Jack’s college hipsterness. But overall they still look exactly how I remember them. Steve the slightly pudgy, vaguely Mexican looking sweetheart. This is odd since I’m fairly sure that he’s one hundred percent that he’s fully white. Jacob the tall skinny one, who’s so pale he almost, glows in the dark. Standing there in his old Smashing Pumpkins concert tee. But honestly I still kinda get the feeling that he looks like someone who 5 years down the line would have newspaper articles written about him that heavily feature the phrase “ He seemed like such a normal guy”.
The grass crunches with each step as I slowly approach the two but am met half way by the skeletal embrace of Jacob’s Jack Skellington arms. He pulls me in close for a warmly intended hug and says it’s good to see me again. After a few somewhat uncomfortable moments he lets go and Steve also offers a hug to me.
We head into the house and aside from some new damage to the outside, looks exactly the same as the last time I saw it. Same graffiti, same broken in window, the barn off to the side still looks as oddly untouched as the last time I’d seen it.
The Porch makes a creaking snap sound as I step on to the top step and head to the door with the three times broken lock.
Jack pushes the door open with a similar creaking sound.
We enter.
We’re in the old dusty living; the place looks like it’s been ransacked. Empty beer cans and old discarded condoms everywhere. Jack flips the light switch, the bulb flickers on and a half a second later pops out. The old sofa looks tattered and worn. And stained by the residue of countless numbers of foolish impulse driven youth, absolutely driven and determined to act. Flipped over coffee table that may have been worth something at one point. If not for the cigarette burns and warped spots from lack of proper drink handling. I survey the room a bit more, using my phones flash light app to guide my sight. At the end of the room is a small bookshelf. Strange!!! It’s new; I can still see the tools used to assemble this fine piece of Wal-Mart dorm accessory. But strangely there is only one book on it. The books thick and leather bound and looks like an old high end bible. But instead of assurances of holiness the golden lettering reads something alien, unidentifiable hieroglyphics and arcane symbols. Its old but I can tell its pages are gold leafed or at least at one point had been. I pick it up and it feels wrong in my hands, like its emitting a hateful black radiation. The palms of my hands feel like they’ve been coated in a living tar, almost crawling and if I don’t put it down it’ll shallow me whole.
And yet I can’t put it down. It calls to me. It’s whispering dark sweetness to my soul. I open the book with and old paper cracking sound and see that the first page has been defaced, manic red writing reads:

LISTEN YOU DUMB FUCK, PUT THIS GODDAMN BOOK DOWN.
DON’T FUCKING READ IT, FOR YOUR OWN SANITY DON’T READ IT, DON’T SPEAK IT
JUST DON’T DO IT YOU STUIPD FUCKING BASTARD!!!!
IT’S TOO LATE FOR ME, LORD HELP ME.

And around the borders of the page random words read:
MEAT, BONE, SODOMY, FUCKING JOKERS, FIST FUCK, BURN KILL KILL KILL, UNCLEAN.
MY ASSHOLE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
And various other things that are either horribly misspelled or illegible.

I turn the page and a much calmer written message reads:

You deserve what happens next.

Hmmm, a tad melodramatic, I think to myself.
I flip the pages briefly scanning them. Surprisingly all the text is written in English. But every page or so seems to have a well-drawn illustration of horrid scenes and nightmare fuel creatures.
Have I wandered into a Sam Raimi film?
One page sticks out to me the words seem so inviting and the accompanying picture is less……blasphemously horrid. And for some reason gentle circus music is now playing in my mind. I feel a small smile begin to form on my face, as if memories of a time before the knowledge of Gacy and what elephant shit smells like had tainted my view of the circus. My lips start mouthing the words silently, as if my lungs won’t allow me to add breath and make them real.
Reality comes back with a quick snap and I close the book and put it back on its shelf.
Thumb my phones flashlight off and take a seat on the sofa with a huff.
Asking aloud “so how goods’ the stuff you brought?”

“Yeah…….About that” Jack replies.

Obligatory Cabin Horror Story or Why Clowns Don’t Make Me Laugh, Part 1: An Old Friend and The Wrong Sock.

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