The trespasser
By : Patrick Augello

It 's Wed. The spoilt day of the week. Also known as the day where I make the twenty minute cause with my footstep mother, Lisa, up to Dr. Levinowitz 's office to talk over my job. After the incident, my hurt, along with the medical throwaway and stress, wrenched my fellowship apart. My biological mother committed self-destruction after seeing her precious daughter 's cut up human face. wellspring, mangled soundbox really. She could n't manage the aroused painful sensation, so she took it upon herself to wassail half a bottle of blanching agent followed by a handgrip of vodka.

Lisa is a dandy woman, really. She means well, and she helped my father mend his broken heart in the years following everything that happened. However, she 's not a replacement. She does n't take the Sami soft face and my same hopeful unripe eyes that my mother had. As she helped me out of the car and into my black leather wheelchair, I could n't help but pack a glance at the unsatisfying dais where my peg should be. What I would give to look at somebody face to fount again. I shrugged off the idea, as I usually do, disregarding it as a feeble phantasy ; a pipe dream to never come true.

'' I 'll see you in an time of day, Nicole. '' Said Lisa with a reassuring timber as she turned her back on me and Dr. Levinowitz.

'' So, nicole, lets start with these incubus that you ca n't seem to get rid of. '' Said Dr. Levinowitz in his master, New York Jewish speech pattern. He spoke with a kind of boredom, as if I was just another patient to him. Another sad 18 year old girl. I wondered why I even still came to see him, remembering that it was because of my undying wish well to see my father happy, and the only if way to do that was to pretend that I was getting better ; that I was happy too.

'' They 're the Saame every single night, Dr. I see that horrible man 's fount in everything I do. ``

The elbow room seemed to spin around me as I began to recall my dreams to Dr. Levinowitz. They were always an claim anamnesis of the events of that infamous day. A mixture of auditory sensation, emotions, the unending media and mechanical press attention. I seemed to go into a trance as my eyes unfocussed and my subconscious nous spilled its long-familiar secrets to the man sitting in front of me.

It was a normal, dreary April Monday morning at Clifton superlative high schoolhouse. I was only a freshman at the clock time, awkward, and lonesome. I sported big, bushy hair, a self-coloured unibrow, and had a bit of a weighting problem. I had one friend, named marissa, and she had been acting quite distant lately. She never really wanted to be seen with me, always fearing that she 'd be looked upon as `` uncool '' by the pop small fry for hanging out with the biggest also-ran in school.

As I walked down the hallway towards my first period figure course, I saw him. Evan cranshaw, the most beautiful specimen of male one could ask for. He had big, all-encompassing articulatio humeri, perfect teeth, brilliant electric blue optic, and arms the sizing of my thigh. His whisker was a bit robustious, but that just made him even more irresistible.

I followed him into class, preparing myself to succumb to the never-ending bore of Ms. Graham Greene 's interpreter, knowing that within five minutes I will have disconnected myself completely from the line material to fantasy about the flawless man sitting two seats to the right of me.

As this predicted scenario blossom out, I found myself slipping bass and deeper into my daydream, until it seemed that nothing could pull me out. Nothing except the sound of the loudspeaker crackle on.

'' Please stand for the pledge of loyalty. '' Said the distaff phonation tiredly. I followed suit of clothes as everybody rose to their feet. `` I pledge allegiance to the sword lily of the United State of America. '' Nobody chanted the familiar assurance along with her except me. Typical. `` And to the democracy, for which it- ... '' The voice broke off, and was followed by a bloodcurdling scream. `` PLEASE DO N'T. PLEASE. NO. OH MY GOD avail ME ARGH -- ... ''

'' EVERYBODY GET INTO THE box OF THE ROOM. NOW ! ! '' Yelled Ms. Greene, her interpreter crackling with fright. As everybody huddled into the niche, I noticed that Ms. Henry Graham Greene forgot to lock the door. Before I could say something, the handle rattled, and the door swung open to reveal a man cloaked in midnight black, with a ski mask over his font. He stood at about 6 feet tall, a solid 6 inch taller than myself. I trembled with fearfulness as he reached into his air hole and produced a paw gun from its depths.

'' Well well well. Look at we have here ! This is going to be as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. '' Through the eye slits in the ski mask, I saw the man 's Prunus amygdalus eyes twinkle with delight.

'' That would simply be too slowly ... '' He thought out loud. `` I think I 'll have some fun with you lot before finishing you all off. But first ... ''

The man walked over to a boy, Joseph, sitting in the recess opposite me, and shot him between the eyes. A ripple of out-and-out holy terror and apprehensiveness engulfed the way. Ms. Greene let out a smother cry.

'' That was to shew you all that I wo n't be bluffing today. YOU ! Up front NOW ! ''

My centre sank as the nameless man pointed his gloved finger's breadth at me.

'' I SAID NOW ! DO N'T KEEP ME WAITING ! ''

I sauntered up to the strawman of the way.

'' Hey, ugly. '' Said the man with a fed up eagerness. `` You 're about to receive the most intimate delight that a man will ever generate to you in your entire life. ``

I looked on embarrassed and ashamed, as Evan could n't contain his eyes off of me. It actually kind of turned me on. At least he knows now that I exist.

'' Let 's initiatory see those lissom breast of yours ! '' Shouted the man as he ripped off my evanescence tee shirt to let out my plain white bra beneath, supporting a pair of 36 C 's.

'' What class is this anyway, anatomy ? Perfect. I will make you all a lesson about the human body that you will never forget. If I see any of you look away from my moral, or shield your senses in any way, I will not pause to fritter you like a pathologic dog. '' The man laughed with a maniacal glee.

'' First, I will show you all just how a great deal the dead body can endure. The human human body is a marvellous thing. It can withstand legion extremities when put to the mental testing. We will originate by demonstrating the snap and extension of the anus ! ``

The room looked on in panic as the man shouted bid to me. `` strip, you dirty slutbag ! No man will ever nonplus his cock within a base of you, so you might as well bask this while it lasts ! ``

My marrow gave a picayune jumping, a feeling of double-dyed superfluity motley with excitement at the knowledge of Evan seeing my naked body. Bending me over Ms. Graham Greene 's desk, the strange man cattle ranch my nerve, exposing my hairy, never-shaved bastard and pussy. He then explained,

Right here is the sphincter, the muscle that pushes out all your jack. However, the fags these days like to make out each other up the asshole. The anus was made for one way traffic, but like I said, the man torso can do bewilder things ... ''

The man walked up to the chalkboard, where he picked up the wooden yard stick. The thing had to be a hundred age old, with rust forming at the metal ends and splinters hanging off of the surface on all side.

'' I will record you all just how long your interior are ! ``

The man began to jostle the yard stick into my virtuous asshole. The feeling was nothing new to me, as I often fondled myself to the thought of Evan Cranshaw.

One inch went in, then two inch, then three, four, five, six, all the way up to 15 column inch. I moaned in inconceivable pain as I felt the rust mark my bowel and the splinters stick themselves into the rampart of my interior. He then let go of the wooden stick, and exclaimed,

'' Wow ! Would you appear at that ? A whole 15 inches ! '' Nobody seemed amazed. nix but concern gripped the onlooking crowd of my peers.

'' Now I want to teach you all a moral about the homo stomach. A question that has always plagued my judgment, is the consequence of ingesting human feces. I would very much like to find out. Any volunteers ? ``

The room was as still and restrained as ever. So hushed, all you could hear was my get at respiration.

'' nonentity ? wellspring then, why do n't we have you choose, mantrap ? '' Said my captor, turning to me.

This was my chance. I knew that I was going to be tortured into insanity, so why not enjoy it a bit ? With a seemingly loth face, I pointed at Evan.

'' I 'm so sorry, '' I muttered quietly, secretly relishing the musical theme of Evan succumbing to my body.

'' undecomposed selection ! '' Said my captor. `` I do consider that you will do my summons well. What is your name, son ? ``

'' Evan ... '' He spat, a mixture of fear and disgust evident in his vocalisation and typeface. Disgust at me, or the situation as a whole ? It did n't matter, for I knew that Evan would soon be making me feel things that I would never let imagined in my furious dreams.

'' Now, Evan, I want you to seize this grand stick, and anguish this dirty bitch 's dickhead until I see fit. If you refuse, I will put this gun in your mouth and blow your mentality out. ``

Evan, seeing minuscule choice in the matter, grabbed the curtilage stick and started pumping it in and out of my stiff anus. I pretended to be in a United States Department of State of seismic disturbance and disgust.

'' What the fuck are you doing, you lazy have a go at it ? You do n't even look like you 're enjoying yourself ! I want you to tear up this cunt 's asshole like cottage cheese. It 's not like she 'll ever use it this way again anyway. ``

'' Following the ill man 's command, Evan began to violently slam dance the pace marijuana cigarette into my being, wrenching it, tearing it asunder. I felt the thousand reefer rip my inside, and I knew that I was internally bleeding. I moaned with a miscellanea of pure pain and X.

'' That 's right ! ! Now, take the totally thing out, and put your nerve on her kettle of fish ! ``

Evan did as he was told. The yard stick came out of me, along with every ounce of shit that my body had been processing. Brown University chunks poured out of my arse like niagra falls, spewing onto the floor and Evan himself.

'' Now, you son of a bitch, you 're going to scoop that shit into your hired man and eat it like a cup of ice pick ! ``

At this, Evan began to sob. `` I wo n't do it, I wo n't do it, '' was all I could pick out among the boy 's supplication.

'' You 're going to do it, you fucking pussy, or I 'll blow your Einstein against the wall ! ``

Evan, ineffectual to make a conclusion, fainted from fear and disgust, along with the sheer olfactory sensation coming from himself and the floor upon which he landed.

'' This is what will happen to those of you who defy me ! '' Shouted the man as he crossed the room to the scissor drawer. He grabbed the biggest ones he could find, a pair of kitchen sheers. Going back to Evan, he began to cut the unconscious boy 's cutis. All over his organic structure the man cut, until ancestry accumulated upon the storey. The man then stripped the boy naked, and taking the sheers, snipped off the totality of Evan 's manhood. Next, he scooped up the shit with his bare script, taking a moment to relish the odor, and smeared it all over Evan 's combat injury, making sure that the boy would die of his infection within a few hours.

The cryptic man then lifted up the severed penis and turned back to me. `` You 're going to eat this shag cock, '' he ordered to me. `` I know you 've been wanting to get a mouthful of this Cy Young boy here, and now it 's time to ! ``

'' How did you possibly know that ? ! '' I questioned.

'' Maybe your, uh, 'friend'is n't really so friendly to you at all ! '' He said with malice.

I turned my school principal and saw marissa 's eye twinkle.

'' You ! '' I shouted. `` You 're the one who is behind all this ! ``

'' Yes, '' she answered from the crowd of 9th graders. `` I was getting so annoyed by your constant obsessing over Evan, who is MY ex fellow after all. so, I thought of a way to get revenge on you both. You 're getting punished for being a disgusting back-stabbing fornicatress, while he got what he deserves for being a cheating liar ! ``

'' But marissa ... '' I cried in exasperation, `` I thought we were Quaker ... ''

'' You do n't have any champion. Who would possibly be friends with you ? '' She replied.

'' Okay, let 's not get distracted, '' chimed in the man. `` You 're going to eat this boy 's rooster, nut and all. ``

'' I wo n't do it ! '' I replied. I had always dreamed of sucking Evan 's peter, but I had imagined that it would still be attached to him.

'' If you wo n't eat this cock, then I 'll fry your ugly minuscule oral fissure until you do n't have got a option what you do with it at all ! ``

I screamed, kicked and cried as my capturer tied me to Ms. Greene 's desk chairwoman. following, while i sat there naked as hug drug and eve, I saw him procure a small bottle of gasoline from within the depths of his Negroid gown.

'' Because you would not argue with my will, I will teach you a final general anatomy object lesson. Only this prison term, we 're going to comprise some chemistry as well. Im going to get rid of all that hair on your legs, as well as that tight mustache of yours. We 're going to cauterize it off ! ``

'' No ! ! '' I exclaimed.

'' Yes ! '' He replied. `` And the thought of it is turning me on so much that I 'm going to own your dear old teacher here suck me off while you 're burning alive ! ``

The look of horror on Ms. Greene 's font, I knew, was only an act. I had heard rumour about her fucking members of the football squad after school. I knew she was a dirty kick, and so did everyone else. Having no early pick, Ms. Greene crossed the room.

The man dumped the canister of gasoline all over my case and legs as I screamed and begged, but to no avail. As he dropped the match, the last thing I saw with my waking eyes was Ms. Graham Greene getting on her knees as the man procured his 10 inch monster, uncircumcised, and covered in fuzz and warts.

Everything was burning. Excruciating pain quaked through my mangled body As the iniquity engulfed me, I heard Marissa 's bloodcurdling shriek as a gunshot was fired, followed by the sounds of police sirens. Another shot was fired, and all went dark.

And so here I sit, talking to you Dr. Levinowitz, four painful yr later. The captor, as you know, was shot dead, along with Marissa. My ramification were unsalvagable, and had to be amputated. But here I am, after my psyche and body had been mangled beyond recognition, after having lost my mother and my kinsperson. That eventful day went down in infamy, only to be remembered by faint newspaper reports and haunting nightmares. My name is Nicole, and this is my story.

The end .