The Challenge: The power just went out and all Asylum doors are unlocked.
The power just went out and all Asylum doors are unlocked.
Tonight my horrible honeys I’ve made you a murderer.
You writing challenge is this:
A short story or poem.
You get 1 chance to commit only 1 murder.
Make it count…
Sit there, if you will,
whimpering in your dark little corner.
I can hear your knees knocking together from here on my perch.
Your yellow drug-stained teeth, rattling together like a broken awning swinging in high winds.
I can even hear the rush of air from your sphincter clenching shut.
Guess that worries you some, considering where you house your head most of your waking hours.
My heels click as I stride across the marble floor having jumped from my perched observation point in the house, echoing in your ears like rapid-fire shots out of a machine gun.
My face calm, my breath slow and steady, tapping my favorite weapon of choice in my left palm, licking my lips in anticipation of the assault you’re about to receive.
squirming coward, your movements will only make your punishment last longer.
No matter to me, I’d enjoy the delay and your cries of agony.
I smirk as I remember how I got you here.
You thought midnight romp.
I knew something far different.
When I ripped the cord of the lamp from the west wall I didn’t think of the lamps weight, not at all.
In fact, it happened so fast I’m not sure I registered thought much at all.
But, I felt, oh, how I felt.
a searing heat,
it rose from deep inside me.
I swung that lamp at your head like a professional baseball player swinging at his last-chance grand-slam in the world series.
The hit heard around the world,
and just like that,
blood-spatter, and out you went.
Dragging your lanky-ass over to Nana’s wing-back chair came easy to me.
There was so much adrenaline coursing through me, I felt like a freight-train on full-throttle, no brakes.
The barbed-wire was fun, wrapping it around you like a python wraps itself around its prey.
Almost made me orgasmic,
then you twitched and took my moment from me.
Still, you try to take control.
But that’s okay,
I’m not upset,
not about that any way.
I’m going to take my time with you my dear, oh, yes, I am.
I remember that first night when we were at Dale’s party.
You said you had a surprise for me and took me upstairs.
Then, like the pig you are, you dropped your pants and I said wow, that’s my surprise, you brought me up here to show me a penis?
Yes, you said, with a smart-ass grin on your face.
Then you changed your tone and said well?
I said well what?
And you and your arrogant tongue spit out — Wax it.
How vile I thought, but we both know that I left my teeth marks in your dick that night,
don’t we darling?
Look at you, all dressed up like mommy’s little blonde cherub.
Too bad she doesn’t know what a nasty little cunt of a man you really are.
But I’m going to remedy that, I’ll show her on your behalf when I fillet you and pose you like an awkward statue impaled on a spigot and run through on your front lawn.
Hannibal would be so proud to know me right now.
You my dearest have been weighed and measured and you’ve been found wanting.
This will be the remedy of all remedies.
A song for all melodies.
Lifeless, like the squished slug by the garden gate.
Gone and forgotten.
Dust in the wind.
My arms raised,
the blows came,
the remedy delivered.
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