New little piece
A blue tipped magic marker spins between Fox’s fingers, a habit from his days spent behind a drum kit. Pictures of the girls are scattered all over the top of his desk as the books purchased at the Voodoo shop sit open and full of blue marks. His coffee cup is empty and his feet ache from constant movement and lack of sleep. His eyes race over the words of in the books as he flips from section to section educating himself on matters he never, in his wildest dreams ever cared to know about. Things like the average violent street death seem so timid compared to the grisly events that have happened through the centuries.
“Gilles De Rais. Killed for practicing sorcery, sadism, cannibalism, vampirism and necrophilia. Fucking wonderful.”
Fox rubs his face. He can feel the day’s stubble starting to get thicker as the afternoon wears on. He eyes his pack of cigarettes and then the closed door a few feet in front of his desk. Pulling one out, his lips wrap around the filter like a strippers legs around a lonely bachelor’s head, her pussy hungry for the crumpled dollar in his shaking hand. As the fire of the flame kisses the nicotine, the rush of smoke floods into his mouth like a wave of caustic, gray death as he reads another selection of the degradation of mankind. People are fucking sick.
“Marquis de Sade published erotic writings, that gave rise to the term sadism – enjoyment of cruelty, which first made it into a dictionary in 1834. His works have been seen as exploration of sexual and political freedom, and on the other hand he was a multiple rapist, torturer, and proto-murderer.”
The ticks of the clock send his mind into a lull as the pages of the book starts to blur. Getting up out of his car, he sighs and grabs his coat, it’s lunchtime.
“This is a fucking joke. Vampires, werewolves, guys who explore “sexual” freedom, where’s willy wonka hiding at in this fucking cartoon?”
