PORN: A Novel of Extreme Horror, Sex and Gore by Matt Shaw

Author:Matt Shaw
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-07-06T14:00:00+00:00

“That’s fine,” Harry continued, “condom it is. We just want you to say yes. Would you be happy for him to pull the condom off before ejaculating? Maybe shoot his load on your ass or your breasts?”

I nodded, “Okay.”

Both Harry and Tom smiled.

AN UNLAWFUL KILLING

I’m not sure how long I had stopped talking, reminiscing about what had happened, before I came ‘to’. Harry was just staring at me, occasionally wincing from what must have been a hell of a shooting pain from his groin. I had been staring straight ahead, absent-mindedly twirling the small butt-plug round and round in his ass. I let go of it and it dropped, discoloured from both blood and shit, to the floor. I stood up and looked him in the eyes.

“I’d forgotten about that,” I’d told him.

“Kill me…” he whined once more. The broken record of a pathetic man begging to be put out of his misery like a limp animal. I think not.

“Did you forget?” I asked. He didn’t answer. Not even sure whether he heard me. “About my friend?” I continued. Again - no facial expression from Harry suggesting he knew what I was talking about.

Talking about what had happened - how we had met - I can’t believe I have only just remembered my friend. Another life lost because of these assholes. I’d left the so-called ‘interview’ in the coffee-shop feeling uneasy about the whole meeting. It was one thing to be promised a stack of money but - that didn’t ensure I’d be safe from possible trouble. Richard’s words played through my tired mind.

“And don’t forget - you should take your own chaperone,” he had advised. “If a company says ‘no’, that they don’t want you to take someone with you, then walk away. A legit company wouldn’t think twice about permitting it. Some, like me, would even advise it.”

“Like hired security?” I had asked him.

“Could even be a friend,” he’d replied, “just so long as someone is with you and knows you’re safe.”

My mind drifted to my friend, one of my oldest friends. His name was John.

Was John.

He was dead now. And it was because of these fucks.

Harry started to laugh through the pain. For the first time since being hit with the hammer, he looked directly at me. Eye to eye. A smile, that fucking smile, etched on his pained face. “How could I forget?” he laughed, “He screamed. He begged for his life. Even cried.”

I turned away; scared that he could see the upset in my face, the tears in my eyes. Shake it out of your system. Forget it (for now at least). Make them suffer. Make John proud from wherever he lies. Make him proud. I turned back to Harry, “You’ve begged me tonight,” I whispered. “Is that how my friend sounded? You’ve cried too…Another uncanny impression of my friend?”

John hadn’t begged for anything. Harry was just trying to get a rise out of me. He nearly managed it too. Nearly. I know John didn’t beg because they hadn’t given him a chance to do so.

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