(Fuck it I’m not waiting until Halloween to post this I just want this off this computer and argh)
(WARNING! Slurs and sexual assault committed with a sharp object!)
Every morning I wake up in pain and agony.
I say morning, in the loosest sense of the term. I don’t think time even flows in this place.
Sometimes the pain is slight. Other times it’s the most horrendous ordeal of all time. I grit my teeth nearly every time I get out of bed.
And once in a while, I don’t. Instead, I just give orders to the inferior beings lying down.
They have no choice. They’re below me. They must obey, on pain of death. Though they wear masks every time I see them, I can sense their fear of me.
I don’t care.
It’s better to rule through fear, after all. And they don’t deserve any special treatment anyway. Not after the way their predecessors treated me.
What little I recall of my birth was sickening. I was just a test subject to them.
I was naked, screaming, and covered in blood. They labeled me the defective one. They gave more favorable responses to the other half. The other half of where I came.
It seems that humans call such people ‘mothers’.
My own ‘mother’ was brain-dead upon my ‘birth’.
In fact, this was what led to my ‘birth’. Not that I remember it too well. I do remember their psycho-babble. The sounds of the machines she was hooked up to.
Under no circumstances were I to talk to or touch her. They thought it would interfere with the ‘experiment’.
Once I disobeyed. They became hostile, and violent. They said they had to punish me for breaking the rules.
I didn’t let them.
Without hesitation, I was back at my ‘mother’s’ feet. I didn’t even wait for the last one to bleed out.
“Mommy! Mommy, look what I done! They were gonna hurt me, Mommy! Look what I done, look at me! Say something, Mommy! Everybody’s mean to me, Mommy! Mommy! ”
She didn’t answer me. I didn’t expect her to, but a part of me seemed to hope that something would happen.
The only thing that happened was the other one showing up.
My ‘twin’. The favorite.
“What do you want? Leave me alone! I want to talk to Mommy!”
They’re either stupid or deaf. They didn’t go away until I shoved them to the floor. Once again, I was back to pleading with my ‘mother’.
I couldn’t bear it any longer. I simply had to touch my mother’s sleeping face.
What came next was pain, a burning pain not unlike the fires of the Underworld itself. The last thing I saw before the world disappeared was my ‘twin’ frantically running away from me.
Surely they had something to do with this. Or at least I’m trying to convince yourself that this is the case. In reality, I just have yet to come to the sobering truth:
My ‘mother’ loves me not.
I’m just a horrible child who can’t seem to follow the rules. And for it, I paid a heavy price:
The eyes that I called my own are gone. Now I must rely on other forms of sight.
Like these sunglasses.
Truth be told, I don’t know where they came from. All I know is that the sunglasses seem to give me borrowed eyesight. It can’t be possible, yet it is.
It isn’t something I question. It’s merely something I live with. If nothing else, it’s helpful.
More helpful than the fools I have under my rule, at least. All they do is grumble about their lot in this sad, pathetic existence of theirs.
At least they do what I tell them. They know the penalty if they refuse. And these imbeciles don’t stick me with needles and perform tests like their predecessors did.
They need to be in tip-top condition for the next project. After all, the guest of honor surely wouldn’t appreciate rude hosts. Yet all they do is complain at me about the whole thing.
I see it as a chance to make deals. They see it as an endless ordeal. And then I tell them to shut up and keep working.
Normally, they’re pretty good. Normally.
Today, Moony seems hell-bent on disobeying me. I don’t understand why.
“I told you, I wanted my liver cooked right!” I hold out the plate to him, much to his confusion. “This shit’s like chewing fatty leather!”
He pokes the liver in front of him. “But I cooked it as long as I usually did! Maybe it has to do with all the substances he had in his system!”
“That’s a bold lie and you know it! Are you trying to poison me with badly-cooked food?!”
I throw the plate to the floor. “I wouldn’t feed that shit to post-wolf Old Yeller! What made you think it was edible in the slightest?!”
Before he could react, I grab a hold of his blond hair. Through the holes of his mask, I see his eyes widen.
Or at least, I see what’s left of them.
Sometimes, if I shake him just right, I can see his irises show back up. Such a pretty shade of blue.
Countless times I’ve threatened him with bodily harm, and many of those times, I had to follow through with said threats. Moony knows full well what it entails when I unsheathe my hunting knife.
“Please! No, I’m sorry! I’ll do better next time, just not the stinger!” His voice is wracked with sobs. Tears spill from beneath his mask.
I don’t have time for his insipid pleas. The instant I shoved him onto the table, he knew what was coming.
He knows better than to scream for his partner. But he does it anyway. He howled for Sunny as soon as he felt my knife cutting his shorts off.
A slap to his face made him quit that ruckus. Now he just lays there crying as it begins.
Sunny isn’t coming to save him this time. Sunny’s been sent away to perform a job for me. And even if he were here, he couldn’t stop me.
Personally, I find it amusing to know that a six-foot-ten behemoth like Sunny is afraid of me. But he is. Oh, he’ll say he hates me in that snooty French language, but I know the truth.
Moony cries until he feels my knife inside him. Then he goes back to howling.
I know I lack the proper ‘equipment’, but I compensate.
Back and forth, back and forth. I don’t feel anything, but Moony feels everything.
“Oh, knock it off! If your scrawny little twink ass can handle Sunny’s 12-inch schlong, you can handle this!” I can see the blood dripping out of him. I still have no idea how that works, considering he shouldn’t be bleeding in the first place.
After a few minutes of this, I just plunge it in as deep as I can. His screeching practically deafens me.
Moony doesn’t even get off the table when I pull the knife back out. All he does is curl up into the fetal position, and cries.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” Apparently that’s all he can say right now.
“Just clean yourself up and get back to work. She’ll be here any time now!” I just leave him there. He needs to learn to cook better, or suffer worse consequences.
On my way out, I see Ox-Head and Horse-Face. I can practically sense their horror.
“Here! Clean the ass blood off of this before Sunny gets back.” Ox-Head gets the nasty blood-covered knife, and Horse-Face gets me looking at him funny. “Oh, don’t you give me the silent judgement, Horsey!”
I’m getting everything ready for when she arrives.
Everything needs to be perfect.
No matter the cost.