The trespasser
By : Patrick Augello

It 's Wednesday. The worst day of the week. Also known as the day where I make the twenty minute movement with my step mother, Lisa, up to Dr. Levinowitz 's spot to discuss my problems. After the incident, my wound, along with the medical bills and stress, wrenched my home apart. My biological mother committed suicide after seeing her precious girl 's mangled human face. well, mangled soundbox really. She could n't treat the emotional pain, so she took it upon herself to drink half a nursing bottle of bleaching agent followed by a hold of vodka.

Lisa is a great woman, really. She means well, and she helped my father heal his demote heart in the old age following everything that happened. However, she 's not a replacement. She does n't take in the like diffuse face and my same bright green eyes that my mother had. As she helped me out of the car and into my fateful leather wheelchair, I could n't serve but take a glimpse at the disappointing pulpit where my legs should be. What I would give to look at somebody face to face again. I shrugged off the idea, as I usually do, disregarding it as a rickety illusion ; a dream to never get along true.

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

'' So, nicole, lets start with these nightmares that you ca n't seem to get rid of. '' Said Dr. Levinowitz in his professional, New York Jewish accent. 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 care to see my Father of the Church happy, and the only way to do that was to feign that I was getting better ; that I was happy too.

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

The way seemed to spin around me as I began to recall my dreams to Dr. Levinowitz. They were always an exact anamnesis of the events of that infamous day. A mixture of audio, emotions, the unending media and closet tending. I seemed to go into a spell as my eyes unfocused and my subconscious nous spilled its well-known secrets to the man sitting in front of me.

It was a normal, blue April Monday morning at Clifton Heights high school school. I was only a freshman at the clip, awkward, and lonesome. I sported big, bushy hair, a solid unibrow, and had a bit of a system of weights 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 big loser in school.

As I walked down the hallway towards my outset catamenia chassis socio-economic class, I saw him. Evan cranshaw, the most beautiful specimen of male one could ask for. He had big, broad shoulders, everlasting dentition, brilliant galvanizing dingy eyes, and arms the size of my thigh. His hair was a bit unruly, but that just made him even more irresistible.

I followed him into stratum, preparing myself to succumb to the constant tidal bore of Ms. Greene 's interpreter, knowing that within five minutes I will ingest disconnected myself completely from the course material to fantasise about the flawless man sitting two seats to the right hand of me.

As this predicted scenario unfolded, I found myself slipping profoundly and cryptical into my reverie, until it seemed that nothing could rend me out. Nothing except the sound of the loudspeaker system crackle on.

'' Please tolerate for the pledge of allegiance. '' Said the female vocalism tiredly. I followed suit as everybody rose to their feet. `` I pledge loyalty to the flag of the United States of America. '' Nobody chanted the familiar assurance along with her except me. Typical. `` And to the republic, for which it- ... '' The vocalization broke off, and was followed by a bloodcurdling scream. `` PLEASE DO N'T. PLEASE. NO. OH MY GOD helper ME ARGH -- ... ''

'' EVERYBODY GET INTO THE recess OF THE ROOM. NOW ! ! '' Yelled Ms. Greene, her voice crackling with fear. As everybody huddled into the nook, I noticed that Ms. Henry Graham Greene forgot to engage the room access. Before I could say something, the hold rattled, and the door swung unfold to let out a man cloaked in midnight sinister, with a ski mask over his face. He stood at about 6 human foot magniloquent, a solid 6 inch grandiloquent than myself. I trembled with reverence as he reached into his pouch and produced a hand gun from its depths.

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

'' That would simply be too easy ... '' He thought out forte. `` I think I 'll suffer some fun with you lot before finishing you all off. But firstly ... ''

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

'' That was to testify 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 at me.

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

I sauntered up to the front of the way.

'' Hey, ugly. '' Said the man with a ill eagerness. `` You 're about to encounter the most intimate pleasure that a man will ever move over to you in your full aliveness. ``

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

'' Let 's showtime see those supple chest of yours ! '' Shouted the man as he ripped off my evanescence tee shirt to reveal my plain stitch blank bra beneath, supporting a pair of 36 C 's.

'' What course is this anyway, human body ? perfective. I will give you all a lesson about the human consistency 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 waffle to spud you like a pathological dog. '' The man laughed with a maniacal glee.

'' get-go, I will show you all just how very much the physical structure can tolerate. The human figure is a miraculous thing. It can withstand numerous appendage when put to the trial. We will start by demonstrating the snap and elongation of the anus ! ``

The room looked on in panic as the man shouted program line to me. `` Strip, you dirty slutbag ! No man will ever stick his shaft within a invertebrate foot of you, so you might as well savor this while it lasts ! ``

My heart gave a niggling jump, a feeling of utter superfluity mix with upheaval at the knowledge of Evan seeing my bare soundbox. Bending me over Ms. Graham Greene 's desk, the strange man spread my brass, exposing my hairy, never-shaved bastard and kitty-cat. He then explained,

Right here is the sphincter, the muscle that pushes out all your diddly. However, the fags these days like to fuck each other up the shit. The anus was made for one way traffic, but like I said, the human organic structure can do amazing things ... ''

The man walked up to the chalkboard, where he picked up the wooden railyard stick. The affair had to be a hundred days old, with rust forming at the metal ends and splinters hanging off of the aerofoil on all slope.

'' I will usher you all just how prospicient your insides are ! ``

The man began to shove the K stick into my virgin prick. The tone was nothing new to me, as I often fondled myself to the thought of Evan Cranshaw.

One inch went in, then two column inch, then three, four, five, six, all the way up to 15 inches. I moaned in inconceivable botheration as I felt the rust fungus scar my gut and the splinters stick themselves into the walls of my insides. He then let go of the wooden joystick, and exclaimed,

'' Wow ! Would you look at that ? A whole 15 column inch ! '' Nobody seemed get. Nothing but concern gripped the onlooking crowd of my peers.

'' Now I want to teach you all a lesson about the human stomach. A dubiousness that has always plagued my mind, is the outcome of ingesting human feces. I would very much like to find out. Any military volunteer ? ``

The room was as still and placidity as ever. So still, all you could hear was my ragged respiration.

'' cipher ? fountainhead then, why do n't we have you choose, knockout ? '' 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 reluctant face, I pointed at Evan.

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

'' in effect alternative ! '' Said my captor. `` I do believe that you will do my bidding well. What is your gens, son ? ``

'' Evan ... '' He spat, a mix of veneration and disgust evident in his voice and face. Disgust at me, or the state of affairs as a whole ? It did n't matter, for I knew that Evan would soon be making me finger thing that I would never have imagined in my furious dreams.

'' Now, Evan, I want you to grab this yard joystick, and torture this dirty bitch 's prick until I see fit. If you refuse, I will put this gun in your mouth and spoil your brains out. ``

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

'' What the piece of ass are you doing, you lazy fuck ? You do n't even look like you 're enjoying yourself ! I want you to shred this snatch 's whoreson like cottage cheese. It 's not like she 'll ever use it this way again anyway. ``

'' Following the regorge man 's command, Evan began to violently slam the yard peg into my being, wrenching it, tearing it asunder. I felt the G stick rip my inside, and I knew that I was internally bleeding. I moaned with a mixture of pure pain and X.

'' That 's right ! ! Now, take the whole thing out, and put your boldness on her hole ! ``

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

'' Now, you son of a bitch, you 're going to scoop that SOB into your hired man 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 spot among the boy 's pleas.

'' You 're going to do it, you fucking pussy, or I 'll bollix your psyche against the paries ! ``

Evan, unable to shit a determination, fainted from fear and disgust, along with the sheer olfactory property coming from himself and the floor upon which he landed.

'' This is what will materialize to those of you who defy me ! '' Shouted the man as he crossed the way to the scissor drawer. He grabbed the biggest single he could regain, a pair of kitchen sheers. Going back to Evan, he began to cut the unconscious boy 's cutis. All over his body the man cut, until rip accumulated upon the floor. The man then stripped the boy naked, and taking the sheers, snipped off the entirety of Evan 's manhood. adjacent, he scooped up the crap with his bare helping hand, taking a moment to relish the olfactory sensation, and smeared it all over Evan 's wounds, making sure that the boy would die of his infection within a few hours.

The mysterious man then lifted up the severed member and turned back to me. `` You 're going to eat this fucking dick, '' he ordered to me. `` I know you 've been wanting to get a mouthful of this 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 headspring and saw marissa 's eyes twinkle.

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

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

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

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

'' okey, let 's not get distracted, '' chimed in the man. `` You 're going to eat this boy 's cock, bollock and all. ``

'' I wo n't do it ! '' I replied. I had always dreamed of sucking Evan 's dick, 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 slight mouth until you do n't deliver a option what you do with it at all ! ``

I screamed, kicked and cried as my captor tied me to Ms. Greene 's desk chair. Next, while i sat there naked as adam and eve, I saw him procure a minor bottle of gasoline from within the profundity of his black robe.

'' Because you would not contend with my will, I will teach you a final soma object lesson. Only this time, we 're going to incorporate some chemistry as well. Im going to get rid of all that hair on your legs, as well as that nasty moustache of yours. We 're going to burn it off ! ``

'' No ! ! '' I exclaimed.

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

The facial expression of horror on Ms. Graham Greene 's aspect, I knew, was only an act. I had heard rumours about her fucking members of the football team after schoolhouse. I knew she was a unsportsmanlike gripe, and so did everyone else. Having no early choice, Ms. Greene crossed the room.

The man dumped the canister of gas all over my face and legs as I screamed and begged, but to no avail. As he dropped the match, the terminal thing I saw with my waking eyes was Ms. Greene getting on her knees as the man procured his 10 inch demon, uncircumcised, and covered in hairs and wart.

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

And so here I sit, talking to you Dr. Levinowitz, four painful old age later. The captor, as you know, was shot dead, along with Marissa. My stage were unsalvagable, and had to be amputated. But here I am, after my mind and body had been mangled beyond realization, after having lost my mother and my family. That eventful day went down in infamy, only to be remembered by vague newspaper publisher reports and haunting nightmares. My public figure is Nicole, and this is my story.

The end .