Trigger Warning: Extreme Horror: Contains Strong Sexual Content, Violence, Drug Use, and Language. by John Raptor Page A

eyes.
    The Clown flinches (a little).
    “Better get tested in three months,” I tell him. “I got Hep C, you fucking ape-man piece of shit!”
    The Clown seems unfazed and starts to whistle “Don’t Worry, Be Happy,” as he ganders at the torture instruments lined up along the cinderblock wall.
    I just want it to be quick…but I know it won’t be.
    I wish I’d die of a heart attack. Right now.
    Die of fear.
    Is that possible?
    I see the Clown select a… what the fuck is that?
    And as my mind puts the pieces together, I think, yes, it most definitely is possible to die of fear.
    The Clown is holding a steel strap-on with a pointy knife head. ( Think I saw this in a Brad Pitt movie once .)
    My skin tries to crawl off my bones as I shriek.
    The Clown sets the steel dildo on the floor with a hollow clang , then reaches above my head and tugs a string, which switches on a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. After this, the Clown saunters over to the rusty door and slams it closed (because it wants privacy?) The sound is like trains clashing together; it reverberates off the walls and in my skull—a hive of vibrating, buzzing bees.
    Then, the rusted bolt slides home.
    Thwock!
    Trapped. In this room…with that thing .
    This fucking ape-man piece of sh—
    The Clown’s big latex fingers begin to undo the pom-pom buttons on his baggy, multi-colored (red, yellow, blue, and green) one-piece suit. He rips away the ruffled collar, revealing the neck of the latex mask. Tears the suit open…
    What the fuck?
    The Clown’s one-piece slides down his slender shoulders, revealing breasts and a patchy vulva.
    Fuck me.
    It’s a she-ape.
    Fucking cunt.
    At first, I think it’s in my head…then I realize the words are bouncing off the cinderblock walls: “FUCKING CUNT!”
    The She-Ape removes her big clown shoes, then attaches the strap-on to her waist and strokes the steel shaft, purposefully slicing her hand on the blade-head and laughing behind her latex mask.
    I scream, my throat scratchy and raw, and try to say, “Leave me the fuck alone, you she-ape cunt!” but the words won’t come out.
    The She-Ape plants her bare feet on the wooden chair, on either side of my outer thighs, her ass sticking out into the room as she lowers the steel cock toward my mouth. I clamp my lips shut (the way I did when my brothers tried to push it in; but they pinched my nose, and when I gasped for breath—). The She-Ape cuts my lips with the blade and when I cry out, slides the cold steel into my mouth and throat.
    The She-Ape humps. Hard.
    I see a piercing white ligh—
     
     
     
    Robert
    The linoleum in the kitchen is yellow and peeling. Smiley faces stare at me from pink wallpaper, which is also peeling.
    The Bunny forces me into a chair at the kitchen table. Sitting across from me is Gramma Wilkins, who looks older than time itself. Her face is a sea of wrinkles that bunch together whenever a facial expression presents itself; looks like a fucking bulldog. Her eyes were blue once, but now they’re milky white (cataracts?) Liver spots dance across her boney arms like freckles on a ginger kid.
    She stares at me with those glassy eyes—which appear to be hanging for dear life to her skull’s hollow sockets. Next to her is a small globe; not colorful like the ones you see in a kid’s classroom, but tan and brown. Tan waters and brown lands. Ugly fucking thing.
    She spins it with her boney fingers and the seven shit-colored continents blur against the tan seas.
    “The sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the heavenly bodies will be shaken…there will be great distress, unequaled from the beginning of the world until now—and never to be equaled again. If those days had not been cut short, no one would survive, but for the sake of the elect those days will be shortened. People will die of fright in anticipation of what is coming upon the world. And then they will see the Son