- 7/12/2010 2:49 PM ET
I just threw up. But with murder and necrophilic incest this, I suspect, is the desired result. Makes ol' Norm Bates look like a Girl Scout.
|Cynthia lay on the floor. Her eyes open but cold and blank as her blood soaked into the lime green carpet. The wound in the back of her head was starting to clot now and mat her hair. Gerald stood over her holding onto the statuette that he used to bludgeon her. He had been standing there for a while watching his sister lay lifeless on the floor; breathing heavily he, for the first time, looked away from the body. His eyes were directed toward the other lifeless corpse lying in the corner. The knife used to kill her still stuck into it. Gerald’s eyes welled up with tears, as he looked onto the body, eyes just as blank as Cynthia’s, mouth opened as if she wanted to scream.
"Why’d you have to do it sis?" Gerald asked looking back at the cold dead pile that was Cynthia. "She never did anything to you."
Mom told you not to do the nasty with that thing. I’m going to tell her, your going to be in so much trouble. She’s going to take that thing away from you. You sick fuck! She said that you could keep the doll as long as you didn’t do the nasty, but that wasn’t good enough just to have it around. You had to go and fuck the stupid thing. That is so disgusting.
Cynthia’s voiced echoed in Gerald’s head; he pushed his hands up against his ears. The pressure of his squeeze caused a ringing in his ears, but the voice did not fade. Cynthia’s voice only seemed to get louder, angrier as he tried to drown it out.
Why don’t you find a real person? Even if it’s a fucking prostitute it’s still something. Why do you have to be so fucking stupid? She’s not real you moron.
"She is real!" Gerald screamed out. "I loved her she listened to me. I could tell her all my problems and she never complained. She was the greatest thing that happened to me, and you had to take it away from me. Why did you have to be such a bitch?"
Gerald kicked Cynthia’s dead face causing her to turn over. The sound of cartilage snapping filled the room as soon as his booted foot contacted with her nose. He stared at Cynthia with anger rising to a rage in his eyes. A blood-curdling scream escaped his throat as he began to stomp on her chest. His force slowly building up until the crack of her ribcage could be heard, and then he stopped. Gasping heavily he fell to the floor. Gerald pulled himself onto all fours and crawled over to his lover, his listener, and his blow up doll. He held her hand and stared deeply into her eyes.
"I will always love you. I promise I will never forget you, as you will always be in my heart."
Gerald kissed her lips for the last time; a little bit of him still hung from them. He jumped to his feet as he heard the sound of a car door closing. Mother's home, what am I to do? She’s going to be so angry when she sees what I have done. Gerald scrambled around barely making it to his feet. He picked up the statuette and clutched it in his hands while frantically looking around the room. What am I going to do? The door opened and Mother walked into the room.
"What the..." was the last thing that escaped her lips as the statuette crashed upon the back of her head. She was met with a swift darkness, not feeling a thing as her body fell limp and crashed upon the floor. She woke up not knowing how long she had been unconscious. The pain in the back of her head was instantly felt. She tried to reach for her head but could not move as she realized she was bound to something. The dizziness in her eyes disabled her from seeing where she was. Panic struck as she struggled unsuccessfully to get free. When the blur faded she noticed she was in her room, and that her hands and legs were roped to all four corners of her bed. Gerald stood at the edge of the bed, naked.
"She said I should find a real person." Gerald said looking to the floor. "I don’t want you to cry or feel ashamed of me. I promise you won’t feel a thing. I promise you won’t cry. It will be over soon enough."
She tried to scream, but the tape around her mouth kept it in her throat. Gerald looked at his mother. She caught a glimpse of the bloodied statuette as it quickly came crashing down onto her face, and the darkness returned once again. Mother lay there as dead as Cynthia was in the other room. Gerald climbed on top of her and kissed her bloody forehead. He started to unbutton her blouse, as he was about to experience what it was like to be with a real woman for the first time in his life.
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