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Twisted short story (If you find yourself bored)
Just wrote for e-lulz, but it didnt turn out funny. read if your bored
Baptised nomenclature
It was a steep hill to the barn, and i felt the front of my trousers start to stick, why i had worn jeans i dont know, looking casual maybe, who cares, the slow spit of rain had turned into a full blown downpour, soaked through i made my way to the place where we would find out the limits of human potential. i felt anxiety in the pit of my stomach, and the world seemed to blur around me, my surroundings dark, and the night enveloped me as i reached the barn.
The door creaked open, and by cheap overhead strip lighting i made my way into the room, the light was dim, but i could make out my friend phil was already there, waiting for me, he smiled as i made my way into the room, what i saw that day i will never forget, he had found our host. His face still burned to my memory, terrified, utter horror, i cant describe it with the right word. The host was tied down, by old shipping rope on his ankles, and also his hands, black tape covered his mouth, saliva foaming around his mouth, tears streaming down his eyes, his face was cut where he had tried to writhe free of the rope, and had been cut by the barbed wire crown phil had forced upon his head. He had been there for days. Feaces rotting inside his trousers, piss stains down the wooden table he was tied down to, welts all over his topless body from where phil had "experimented" with him, regardless i knew him, it was mr rodgers, our maths teacher.
His eyes burned into me, desperate, helpless, praying to a god that will never help him
"i've made him resent his gods, and burn a bible already" phil gleamed
"what the F*uck man !? This is about science, its what you said..." i let the sentance trail off, phil didnt care, the device was almost prepped, and phil put it into place.
"there is no god" said phil, his face now a picture of fickle twisted pleasure, and resentment of the world that had been so cruel to him.
The device, a large contraption of 17 needles, all attached by hollow tubing, leading into a master cylinder where we had complied all of the anabolic steroids we could get our hands on, a small pump from my dads model boat was attached to pump the fluid into out maths teacher.
"ready...?" his expression now more sexualy twisted
Phil slammed the device into place, and flicked the pump on, the sharp needles tore through mr rodgers skin, a few where misplaced and broken, lucky for him, maybe he avoided the hyperdermic needles we got off that druggie, the sound as the needles penetrated his spinal cord was hideous, and mr rodgers scream ignored his bound mouth, he pulled on the rope so hard the skin on his hands tore open.
The anabolic substance pumped into the frail husk of this failed teacher, but nothing happened, he didnt turn into the hulk, he didnt turn into frankenstein, phil looked at me angrily
"IT DOESNT WORK...YOU SAID...YOU SAID" He dropped to his knees on the damp muddy floor, and broke into tears, mr rodgers starting shaking, and then stopped, his bodily fluids and anabolic mixing on the floor, that was the last i saw of phil. I took the meat feast pizza out of my pocket and took a bite, happy halloween.
Phil cried into his hands, his tears mixing with the mud, the cold chill of the night in his bones "why" is slowly whispered to himself, it was some time before phil rose and walked over to mr rodgers body, "WHY!!" he screamed louder, tears and snot streaming down his angered face, he pulled the device off the body, and removed the duck tape.
Phil felt emotion overcome him, in a way not many will experience, he climbed onto of my rodgers body, spooning ontop of him, lifting up a cold eyelid he gazed into the green abyss that was the eyes of this dead teacher, suddenly, mr rodgers eyes, alligned with phills.
"****" screamed phill, jumping back sharply, and mr rodgers coughed up red foam from his mouth like a foaming pitbull, and started to scream. punching his fists into mr rogers face did little to stop his screams, as the middle aged teacher began to flail around the wooden epitaph, phils compasion turned into lust, grabbing the iron strut from the adjacent table, he smiled as he forcefully rammed the beam into his victims mouth over and over again, crimson, bone splitting, gum ripping, flesh tearing, as mr rodgers teeth where forced out of his mouth, cheeks tearing against the sharp steel, twisting the beam inside mr rodgers mouth until every last bone fragment where loose, plunging a fist into his mouth, he removed mr rodgers teeth, and threw them into the crimson mud.
A cruel smile of pleasure across phills face, he removed his throbbing member, and with great gusto, rammed it into mr rodgers gummy orafice, pumping over and over as the school teacher choked on a mixture of cock and blood, bone and steel, phill moaned like a little bitch as he filled his throat with semen, like a couldren the mixture collected in the victims mouth, phil slapped the now truly dead teachers face, and his concoction leaked all over the solid pine table. Phils work wasnt done yet, as he plunged his boney fingers into the left eye of his mutilated prey, attempting to remove the orb inside, it popped, in a crimson manella explosion and a yellow fluid leaked from the hole, phil felt his flacid penis grow hard again, it would be a long, long night... In the distance a storm was brewing.
10 mins work, aware of grammar errors and shiz, just thought id provide some twisted sh!t for the misc
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