Your skin is stinging, your cuts smarting, and this position isn’t doing your back any favours. But did you ever imagine what it was like for one of those poor kids? Being bent over as if they were a rag doll? Prodded, poked, fucked and fingered just for your delight. Not much fun, I’m sure you’ll agree. So you see, Raymond, I just wanted you to appreciate that. Just so you know what I’m doing here isn’t completely without rhyme or reason. Okay?’
Raymond repeatedly tried to close his eyes. If only he could pretend he was some place else. He tried to think of that beach he’d been to with Toni and the kids a couple of years back. In the Bahamas. The breeze on his skin. The feel of sun on his skin. He tried to push back the pain that was gradually consuming his body. If only he could get through this, he promised, he would never look at those pictures again. Holy God, he wouldn’t. If only he could tell this deranged madman that. He’d erase those discs that he had hidden at the back of the cupboard in his bedroom. He’d even go to the police and give the cops the names of his internet buddies. Yeah, he was prepared to snitch on them, if only he would let him go.
Fuck. What the fuck was that? He felt something sting in his groin. He couldn’t move his head to look, but he felt the warm flow of blood on the inside of his left leg. He felt his heart race, couldn’t catch his breath quickly enough. What the fuck was going on?
‘ Just brace yourself, Raymond. Be brave. And just think, I’m helping you become the best you can be.’
The stranger wiped the blood from the scalpel, pausing for a second as he examined Raymond’s midriff. He moved closer, taking up Raymond’s shrunken penis in his gloved hand. He pushed the scalpel into the skin at the base of the organ, circling it with a ruby red ring. As he began to cut through the membranes, hacking away at the stringy tissue, a spurt of blood streamed upwards into the air, a bloody ejaculation.
Raymond’s body started to shake as it went into involuntary shock. A couple of more strokes of the scalpel and all that was left of Raymond’s genitals was a pair of testicles and a bloody stump.
‘ That’s my boy,’ he said. ‘You did good.’
He looked at the pathetic thing sitting in the palm of his hand. To think that this slug of an organ used to cause all those problems, he thought. Not any more. Raymond had been cured and cleansed of his sins.
He set the dismembered penis to one side as he started to clean up the bathroom, wiping down surfaces of blood and bleaching the bath so as to try and lessen the amount of clean-up that had to be done. His mother had always told him to be as neat and as tidy as possible and, even now, he didn’t want to let her down. By the time he had finished the only messy object was Raymond himself, a mass of fat and hair and blood. There was just one finishing touch. One thing lacking to make the scene complete.
He went over to Raymond. He was still breathing – just. Then he opened Raymond’s mouth, picked up the flaccid penis and stuffed it inside. He gathered together his things, checked he had not left anything behind, and let himself out. As he drove away into the night he felt a pleasing sense of a job well done.
Sin eats itself, he thought, and smiled.
4
The smog of Los Angeles hung low over the city. The haze transformed the low-lying urban sprawl into something approaching a mirage, a fragment from a half-remembered dream. Nothing was what it seemed in this city, thought Kate. Appropriate really, considering its main industry was the manufacture and export of illusions.
Sure it was dirty, crime-ridden, superficial, traffic-bound, and, in parts, pretty ugly. Yet no matter how many times she had tried to leave LA – her college days in New York and in London, a summer in Paris, a couple of years working for her doctorate in
Raymond repeatedly tried to close his eyes. If only he could pretend he was some place else. He tried to think of that beach he’d been to with Toni and the kids a couple of years back. In the Bahamas. The breeze on his skin. The feel of sun on his skin. He tried to push back the pain that was gradually consuming his body. If only he could get through this, he promised, he would never look at those pictures again. Holy God, he wouldn’t. If only he could tell this deranged madman that. He’d erase those discs that he had hidden at the back of the cupboard in his bedroom. He’d even go to the police and give the cops the names of his internet buddies. Yeah, he was prepared to snitch on them, if only he would let him go.
Fuck. What the fuck was that? He felt something sting in his groin. He couldn’t move his head to look, but he felt the warm flow of blood on the inside of his left leg. He felt his heart race, couldn’t catch his breath quickly enough. What the fuck was going on?
‘ Just brace yourself, Raymond. Be brave. And just think, I’m helping you become the best you can be.’
The stranger wiped the blood from the scalpel, pausing for a second as he examined Raymond’s midriff. He moved closer, taking up Raymond’s shrunken penis in his gloved hand. He pushed the scalpel into the skin at the base of the organ, circling it with a ruby red ring. As he began to cut through the membranes, hacking away at the stringy tissue, a spurt of blood streamed upwards into the air, a bloody ejaculation.
Raymond’s body started to shake as it went into involuntary shock. A couple of more strokes of the scalpel and all that was left of Raymond’s genitals was a pair of testicles and a bloody stump.
‘ That’s my boy,’ he said. ‘You did good.’
He looked at the pathetic thing sitting in the palm of his hand. To think that this slug of an organ used to cause all those problems, he thought. Not any more. Raymond had been cured and cleansed of his sins.
He set the dismembered penis to one side as he started to clean up the bathroom, wiping down surfaces of blood and bleaching the bath so as to try and lessen the amount of clean-up that had to be done. His mother had always told him to be as neat and as tidy as possible and, even now, he didn’t want to let her down. By the time he had finished the only messy object was Raymond himself, a mass of fat and hair and blood. There was just one finishing touch. One thing lacking to make the scene complete.
He went over to Raymond. He was still breathing – just. Then he opened Raymond’s mouth, picked up the flaccid penis and stuffed it inside. He gathered together his things, checked he had not left anything behind, and let himself out. As he drove away into the night he felt a pleasing sense of a job well done.
Sin eats itself, he thought, and smiled.
4
The smog of Los Angeles hung low over the city. The haze transformed the low-lying urban sprawl into something approaching a mirage, a fragment from a half-remembered dream. Nothing was what it seemed in this city, thought Kate. Appropriate really, considering its main industry was the manufacture and export of illusions.
Sure it was dirty, crime-ridden, superficial, traffic-bound, and, in parts, pretty ugly. Yet no matter how many times she had tried to leave LA – her college days in New York and in London, a summer in Paris, a couple of years working for her doctorate in
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