The intruder
By : Patrick Augello

It 's Wed. The worst day of the calendar week. Also known as the day where I make the twenty dollar bill minute drive with my step mother, Lisa, up to Dr. Levinowitz 's office to talk over my problem. After the incident, my injury, along with the checkup bills and stress, wrenched my family apart. My biological mother committed self-annihilation after seeing her precious daughter 's mangled nerve. well, mangled body really. She could n't handle the emotional pain, so she took it upon herself to imbibe half a bottle of bleach followed by a handle of vodka.

Lisa is a groovy cleaning lady, really. She means well, and she helped my father restore his broken kernel in the years following everything that happened. However, she 's not a replacement. She does n't get the same sonant expression and my Saami brilliant green optic that my female parent had. As she helped me out of the car and into my total darkness leather wheelchair, I could n't aid but take a glance at the dissatisfactory rostrum where my legs should be. What I would give to look at mortal brass to face again. I shrugged off the estimation, as I usually do, disregarding it as a debile fantasy ; a dream to never come true.

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

'' So, nicole, lets start with these nightmare that you ca n't seem to get rid of. '' Said Dr. Levinowitz in his professional, New York Judaic accent mark. 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 to see my male parent happy, and the only if way to do that was to affect that I was getting better ; that I was well-chosen too.

'' They 're the Sami every single night, Dr. I see that frightful man 's face in everything I do. ``

The room seemed to reel around me as I began to echo my aspiration to Dr. Levinowitz. They were always an exact recollection of the events of that infamous day. A mixture of speech sound, emotions, the unending media and press tending. I seemed to go into a enchantment as my eyes unfocussed and my subconscious mind spilled its well-known arcanum to the man sitting in front end of me.

It was a pattern, gloomy april Mon first light at Clifton Heights heights school day. I was only a freshman at the time, awkward, and lonesome. I sported big, shaggy-coated hair, a unanimous unibrow, and had a bit of a weight trouble. 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 kids for hanging out with the biggest loser in school.

As I walked down the hallway towards my first period Anatomy class, I saw him. Evan cranshaw, the most beautiful specimen of male person one could ask for. He had big, all-encompassing shoulders, utter teeth, glorious electric blue centre, and arms the size of my second joint. His hairsbreadth was a bit unruly, but that just made him even more irresistible.

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

As this predicted scenario unfolded, I found myself slipping deeper and deeper into my daydream, until it seemed that cipher could pull in me out. Nothing except the audio of the speaker crackle on.

'' Please stand for the pledge of commitment. '' Said the female person voice tiredly. I followed suit as everybody rose to their feet. `` I pledge loyalty to the flag 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 vocalism broke off, and was followed by a bloodcurdling scream. `` PLEASE DO N'T. PLEASE. NO. OH MY GOD HELP ME ARGH -- ... ''

'' EVERYBODY GET INTO THE CORNER OF THE elbow room. NOW ! ! '' Yelled Ms. Greene, her voice crackling with fearfulness. As everybody huddled into the corner, I noticed that Ms. Henry Graham Greene forgot to lock the doorway. Before I could say something, the grip rattled, and the threshold swung open to divulge a man cloaked in midnight pitch-dark, with a ski mask over his face. He stood at about 6 foundation tall, a solid 6 inches tall than myself. I trembled with fear as he reached into his sack and produced a hand gun from its depths.

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

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

The man walked over to a boy, Joseph, sitting in the corner opposite me, and shot him between the eyes. A ripple of absolute terror and dread engulfed the room. Ms. Greene let out a muted cry.

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

My heart 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 forepart of the way.

'' Hey, ugly. '' Said the man with a sick readiness. `` You 're about to receive the most intimate pleasance that a man will ever give to you in your stallion life. ``

I looked on mortified and ashamed, as Evan could n't take his center off of me. It actually sort of turned me on. At least he knows now that I exist.

'' Let 's low gear see those lithe breasts of yours ! '' Shouted the man as he ripped off my evanescence tee shirt to reveal my plain white bra beneath, supporting a pair of 36 C 's.

'' What class is this anyway, Anatomy ? Perfect. I will give you all a lesson about the homo soundbox that you will never forget. If I see any of you look away from my deterrent example, or shield your senses in any way, I will not hesitate to snap you like a diseased dog. '' The man laughed with a maniacal glee.

'' First, I will show you all just how much the body can tolerate. The human anatomy is a howling thing. It can withstand numerous extremity when put to the test. We will start by demonstrating the snap and elongation of the anus ! ``

The room looked on in panic as the man shouted bidding to me. `` Strip, you dirty slutbag ! No man will ever pose his shaft within a substructure of you, so you might as well revel this while it lasts ! ``

My heart gave a niggling jump, a feeling of utter overplus mixed with excitement at the knowledge of Evan seeing my naked body. Bending me over Ms. Graham Greene 's desk, the strange man bedcover my cheeks, exposing my hairy, never-shaved prick and kitty-cat. He then explained,

Right here is the anatomical sphincter, the muscle that pushes out all your doodly-squat. However, the fags these day like to do it each other up the arsehole. The anus was made for one way traffic, but like I said, the man body can do amazing things ... ''

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

'' I will evince you all just how long your insides are ! ``

The man began to shove the railyard spliff into my Virgo the Virgin asshole. The smell was nothing new to me, as I often fondled myself to the thought of Evan Cranshaw.

One inch went in, then two inches, then three, four, five, six, all the way up to 15 inches. I moaned in out of the question pain sensation as I felt the rust scrape my gut and the splinters stick themselves into the wall of my insides. He then let go of the wooden pin, and exclaimed,

'' Wow ! Would you count at that ? A entirely 15 column inch ! '' cipher seemed nonplus. Nothing but fear gripped the onlooking gang of my peers.

'' Now I want to teach you all a object lesson about the human stomach. A question that has always plagued my mind, is the effect of ingesting human faeces. I would very much like to find out. Any Tennessean ? ``

The room was as still and quiet as ever. So quiet, all you could learn was my gravel breathing.

'' Nobody ? fountainhead then, why do n't we have you choose, sweetheart ? '' Said my captor, turning to me.

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

'' I 'm so good-for-nothing, '' I muttered quietly, secretly relishing the idea of Evan succumbing to my soundbox.

'' full option ! '' Said my capturer. `` I do believe that you will do my dictation well. What is your public figure, son ? ``

'' Evan ... '' He spat, a mixing of fear and disgust evident in his phonation and boldness. 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 have got imagined in my wildest dreams.

'' Now, Evan, I want you to snaffle this one thousand joint, and torture this dirty bitch 's asshole until I see fit. If you refuse, I will put this gun in your mouth and blow your brains out. ``

Evan, seeing little alternative in the matter, grabbed the yard stick and started pumping it in and out of my tight anus. I pretended to be in a state of matter of shock and disgust.

'' What the roll in the hay are you doing, you lazy fuck ? You do n't even appear like you 're enjoying yourself ! I want you to tear up this cunt 's mother fucker like bungalow tall mallow. It 's not like she 'll ever use it this way again anyway. ``

'' Following the ghastly man 's dictation, Evan began to violently slam dance the yard stick into my being, wrenching it, tearing it asunder. I felt the yard peg rip my insides, and I knew that I was internally bleeding. I moaned with a variety of pure pain sensation and disco biscuit.

'' That 's ripe ! ! Now, take the whole matter out, and put your face on her hole ! ``

Evan did as he was told. The yard reefer came out of me, along with every ounce of horseshit that my consistency had been processing. Brown chunks poured out of my motherfucker 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 hand and eat it like a cup of ice cream ! ``

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

'' You 're going to do it, you fucking kitty, or I 'll blow your brains against the rampart ! ``

Evan, ineffectual to make a decision, fainted from fear and disgust, along with the sheer smell coming from himself and the flooring 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 draftsman. He grabbed the liberal unity he could find, a pair of kitchen sheers. Going back to Evan, he began to cut the unconscious mind boy 's pelt. All over his torso the man cut, until blood accumulated upon the floor. The man then stripped the boy naked, and taking the sheers, snipped off the entirety of Evan 's manhood. Next, he scooped up the diddly-shit with his bare hired man, taking a moment to relish the smelling, and smeared it all over Evan 's combat injury, making indisputable that the boy would die of his contagion within a few hours.

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

'' How did you possibly roll in the hay that ? ! '' I questioned.

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

I turned my read/write head and saw marissa 's eyes 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 never-ending obsessing over Evan, who is MY ex boyfriend after all. so, I thought of a way to get revenge on you both. You 're getting punished for being a disgusting back-stabbing hussy, while he got what he deserves for being a cheat liar ! ``

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

'' You do n't feature any friends. 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 cock, balls and all. ``

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

'' If you wo n't eat this rooster, then I 'll fry your ugly little mouth until you do n't birth a choice what you do with it at all ! ``

I screamed, kicked and cried as my capturer tied me to Ms. Henry Graham Greene 's desk chair. future, while i sat there naked as adam and eve, I saw him procure a low bottle of petrol from within the depths of his blacken robes.

'' Because you would not contend with my will, I will teach you a final anatomy moral. Only this time, we 're going to integrate some chemistry as well. Im going to get rid of all that hair on your legs, as well as that nasty mustache of yours. We 're going to glow it off ! ``

'' No ! ! '' I exclaimed.

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

The look of revulsion on Ms. Greene 's look, 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 squawk, and so did everyone else. Having no other choice, Ms. Henry Graham Greene crossed the room.

The man dumped the canister shot of gasoline all over my typeface and legs as I screamed and begged, but to no avail. As he dropped the match, the last matter I saw with my waking oculus was Ms. Greene getting on her knees as the man procured his 10 column inch monster, uncircumcised, and covered in hairs and verruca.

Everything was burning. Excruciating pain quaked through my mutilate body As the shadow engulfed me, I heard Marissa 's bloodcurdling scream as a gunshot was fired, followed by the sound of police force siren. Another stab was fired, and all went dark.

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

The end .