Broken pieces of June by Stuart Bray

Author:Stuart Bray [Bray, Stuart]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: static publishing
Published: 2022-03-04T19:00:00+00:00

6

FETISH

"He’s starting to wake up” Doug’s eyes slowly started to open. We were probably just blurry figures to him at the moment.

“Doug? Can you hear me?” I'm guessing his vison came into focus because his eyes grew the size of half-dollars.

“What the fuck? Where the fuck am I!?” he shouted, trying to free his hands.

“Don’t struggle. I don’t want you to pull a muscle” I said, laughing.

Doug looked up at me from the empty bathtub, sweat already beginning to drip down his red face. “It is you, the bitch from earlier! What are you doing to me?! Where am I?!” He shouted so loud that spit flew straight up and then down back into his face.

“You don’t remember coming over here a few hours ago, banging on my door?” I asked, smiling.

“What are you talking about, you crazy fucking cunt?!” I was sitting Indian style next to the tub, admiring my handy work. “Where are my clothes, bitch?!” he asked, trying to lean his head up.

“What’s with all the name calling in here?” Mr. Black walked into the bathroom with that jagged ass grin. “Now, Douglas. Is that any way to talk to a lady in her own home? You should be ashamed of yourself.” Mr. Black shook his head in disapproval.

“You freaky motherfucker. Get me the hell out of this fucking tub before I rip your fucking balls off and ram them up your skinny little ass!” Doug sure sounded angry, but I'm sure he was legitimately confused as to why his hands were handcuffed behind his back, confused as to why his ankles were wrapped with a bike lock, or why he was naked in a bathtub looking face up at the ceiling.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea for our next little film project, balls cut off and shoved up someone’s asshole” Mr. Black looked over at Lemuel and shrugged. Lemuel was standing in my bedroom with his arms crossed. “Well, shall we get this little shindig started?” Mr. Black asked, looking at me.

“Did you bring the dress?” I asked, excited.

“I sure did. I think it will make a lovely addition to your character.” Mr. black reached behind himself, grabbing a folded up white prom dress. It was silk, exactly as I asked for over the phone.

Without even thinking, I pulled down my sweatpants and yanked off my tank-top. Mr. Black raised an eyebrow and smiled. I slid the dress on over my head, it was so soft on my skin. All I needed now was some blood on it.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to call this film Family Stew” I said to Mr. Black with a wink.

“Sounds very fitting, Mary” he responded with a sinister grin.

I turned to look at Doug, who was even more confused by this point. “Doug, when the camera starts, would you maybe mind chanting bloody Mary three times?”

He looked up at me like I had completely lost my fucking mind. “Bitch, get me the fuck out of this tub” he growled sternly.

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