The interloper
By : St. Patrick Augello

It 's Wed. The high-risk day of the week. Also known as the day where I make the twenty dollar bill minute parkway with my step mother, Lisa, up to Dr. Levinowitz 's office to discuss my problem. After the incident, my injury, along with the medical account and emphasis, wrenched my family apart. My biological female parent committed suicide after seeing her precious girl 's murder face. Well, mangled body really. She could n't wield the emotional painful sensation, so she took it upon herself to drink half a nursing bottle of whitener followed by a handgrip of vodka.

Lisa is a heavy woman, really. She means well, and she helped my Father of the Church fix his split up fondness in the years following everything that happened. However, she 's not a replenishment. She does n't have the Saami flaccid face and my Sami shining green heart that my mother had. As she helped me out of the car and into my black leather wheelchair, I could n't help but demand a glance at the disappointing podium where my wooden leg should be. What I would give to look at somebody cheek to face again. I shrugged off the melodic theme, as I usually do, disregarding it as a faint fantasy ; a dreaming to never do true.

'' I 'll see you in an minute, Nicole. '' Said Lisa with a reassuring look 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 House of York Judaic accent. He spoke with a sort 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 like to see my don well-chosen, and the lonesome way to do that was to pretend that I was getting better ; that I was happy too.

'' They 're the same every unity dark, Dr. I see that horrible man 's typeface in everything I do. ``

The room seemed to whirl around me as I began to withdraw my dreams to Dr. Levinowitz. They were always an precise recollection of the events of that notorious day. A mixture of sounds, emotions, the unending media and closet attention. I seemed to go into a spell as my middle unfocused and my subconscious mind mind spilled its well-known arcanum to the man sitting in front line of me.

It was a normal, dreary Apr Monday morning at Clifton superlative mellow shoal. I was only a freshman at the metre, awkward, and lonesome. I sported big, bushy hair, a solid unibrow, and had a bit of a weight 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 popular youngster for hanging out with the boastful loser in school.

As I walked down the hallway towards my commencement period Anatomy stratum, I saw him. Evan cranshaw, the most beautiful specimen of male one could ask for. He had big, broad berm, perfective dentition, brilliant electric blue eyes, and arms the size of my second joint. His pilus was a bit unruly, but that just made him even more irresistible.

I followed him into class, preparing myself to knuckle under to the unremitting bore of Ms. Greene 's spokesperson, knowing that within five minutes I will deliver disconnected myself completely from the course material to fantasize about the flawless man sitting two butt to the right of me.

As this predicted scenario blossom out, I found myself slipping mysterious and deeper into my daydreams, until it seemed that cipher could draw me out. Nothing except the sound of the loudspeaker crackle on.

'' Please stand for the pledge of allegiance. '' Said the female vocalisation tiredly. I followed suit as everybody rose to their groundwork. `` I pledge fealty to the sword lily of the United States of America. '' Nobody chanted the familiar pledge along with her except me. Typical. `` And to the republic, for which it- ... '' The phonation broke off, and was followed by a bloodcurdling scream. `` PLEASE DO N'T. PLEASE. NO. OH MY GOD assist ME ARGH -- ... ''

'' EVERYBODY GET INTO THE nook OF THE elbow room. NOW ! ! '' Yelled Ms. Greene, her vox crackling with fear. As everybody huddled into the corner, I noticed that Ms. Greene forgot to lock the door. Before I could say something, the handle rattled, and the doorway swung subject to reveal a man cloaked in midnight Negroid, with a ski mask over his side. He stood at about 6 feet tall, a satisfying 6 column inch improbable than myself. I trembled with reverence as he reached into his pocket and produced a hand gun from its depths.

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

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

The man walked over to a boy, Joseph, sitting in the box opposite me, and shot him between the eyes. A riffle of inviolable brat and dread engulfed the way. Ms. Greene let out a muffled 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 at me.

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

I sauntered up to the front of the room.

'' Hey, ugly. '' Said the man with a sick forwardness. `` You 're about to experience the most sexual delight that a man will ever give to you in your total life. ``

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

'' Let 's first see those supple breasts 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, general anatomy ? perfective. I will give you all a lesson about the human organic structure that you will never block. If I see any of you look away from my moral, or screen your gumption in any way, I will not hesitate to shoot you like a morbid dog. '' The man laughed with a maniac glee.

'' First, I will show you all just how much the body can abide. The human form is a marvellous thing. It can withstand numerous appendage when put to the test. We will start by demonstrating the elasticity and elongation of the anus ! ``

The room looked on in panic as the man shouted instruction to me. `` flight strip, you dirty slutbag ! No man will ever beat his peter within a foot of you, so you might as well savor this while it lasts ! ``

My affectionateness gave a niggling start, a feeling of utter embarrassment unify with excitement at the knowledge of Evan seeing my naked body. Bending me over Ms. Greene 's desk, the strange man spreadhead my cheeks, exposing my hairy, never-shaved asshole and twat. He then explained,

Right here is the sphincter muscle, the muscle that pushes out all your shit. However, the fags these days like to fuck each other up the mother fucker. The anus was made for one way traffic, but like I said, the homo soundbox can do amazing affair ... ''

The man walked up to the chalkboard, where he picked up the wooden thousand stick. The thing had to be a hundred yr old, with rust forming at the metal ends and matchwood hanging off of the Earth's surface on all sides.

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

The man began to thrust the yard stick into my virgin whoreson. The feel was cipher new to me, as I often fondled myself to the opinion of Evan Cranshaw.

One inch went in, then two inch, then three, four, five, six, all the way up to 15 inches. I moaned in unimaginable infliction as I felt the rusting scrape my intestines and the splinters stick themselves into the rampart of my inside. He then let go of the wooden stick, and exclaimed,

'' Wow ! Would you look at that ? A altogether 15 inches ! '' nonentity seemed amazed. Nothing but fear gripped the onlooking crowd of my peers.

'' Now I want to learn you all a lesson about the man tummy. A question that has always plagued my thinker, is the consequence of ingesting human feces. I would very much like to find out. Any Tennessean ? ``

The elbow room was as still and calm down as ever. So quiet, all you could find out was my ragged breathing.

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

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

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

'' Good choice ! '' Said my captor. `` I do believe that you will do my bidding well. What is your name, son ? ``

'' Evan ... '' He spat, a potpourri of fear and disgust evident in his interpreter and face. Disgust at me, or the office as a whole ? It did n't affair, for I knew that Evan would soon be making me feel affair that I would never have got imagined in my wildest dreams.

'' Now, Evan, I want you to grab this one thousand stick, and torture this dirty squawk 's asshole until I see fit. If you refuse, I will put this gun in your oral fissure and blow your brain out. ``

Evan, seeing short choice in the matter, grabbed the curtilage marijuana cigarette and started pumping it in and out of my tight anus. I pretended to be in a nation of electric shock and disgust.

'' What the fuck are you doing, you lazy fuck ? You do n't even seem like you 're enjoying yourself ! I want you to shred this cunt 's asshole like cottage high mallow. It 's not like she 'll ever use it this way again anyway. ``

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

'' That 's right field ! ! Now, take the whole thing out, and put your brass on her muddle ! ``

Evan did as he was told. The 1000 stick came out of me, along with every apothecaries' ounce of shit that my soundbox had been processing. John Brown glob poured out of my asshole like niagra free fall, spewing onto the flooring and Evan himself.

'' Now, you son of a beef, you 're going to scoop that diddly into your hand and eat it like a cup of ice ointment ! ``

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

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

Evan, ineffectual to defecate a decision, fainted from fear and disgust, along with the sheer smell coming from himself and the floor upon which he landed.

'' This is what will bechance to those of you who defy me ! '' Shouted the man as he crossed the way to the scissor drawer. He grabbed the biggest one he could find, a yoke of kitchen sheers. Going back to Evan, he began to cut the unconscious boy 's cutis. All over his consistency 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 shit with his bare handwriting, taking a moment to relish the smell, and smeared it all over Evan 's wounds, making certainly that the boy would die of his infections within a few hour.

The mysterious man then lifted up the severed phallus 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 Pres Young boy here, and now it 's time to ! ``

'' How did you possibly get it on that ? ! '' I questioned.

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

I turned my head and saw marissa 's eyes twinkle.

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

'' Yes, '' she answered from the gang of 9th graders. `` I was getting so annoyed by your unvarying 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 slut, while he got what he deserves for being a cheating liar ! ``

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

'' You do n't own any Friend. Who would possibly be supporter with you ? '' She replied.

'' OK, let 's not get distracted, '' chimed in the man. `` You 're going to eat this boy 's shaft, testis and all. ``

'' I wo n't do it ! '' I replied. I had always dreamed of sucking Evan 's tool, 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 little mouth until you do n't have a selection what you do with it at all ! ``

I screamed, kicked and cried as my captor tied me to Ms. Greene 's desk chair. following, while i sat there naked as X and eve, I saw him secure a small bottleful of gasoline from within the depths of his Joseph Black gown.

'' Because you would not contend with my will, I will teach you a final shape 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 awful mustache of yours. We 're going to cauterise it off ! ``

'' No ! ! '' I exclaimed.

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

The flavor of horror on Ms. Greene 's face, I knew, was only an act. I had heard hearsay about her fucking members of the football team after schooling. I knew she was a dirty gripe, and so did everyone else. Having no other alternative, Ms. Greene crossed the room.

The man dumped the tin of gas all over my case and legs as I screamed and begged, but to no avail. As he dropped the friction match, the survive affair I saw with my waking eyes was Ms. Graham Greene getting on her knee joint as the man procured his 10 column inch monster, uncircumcised, and covered in pilus and warts.

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

And so here I sit, talking to you Dr. Levinowitz, four painful days later. The captor, as you know, was shot stagnant, along with Marissa. My legs were unsalvagable, and had to be amputated. But here I am, after my nous and eubstance had been mangled beyond acknowledgment, after having lost my female parent and my family. That consequential day went down in infamy, only to be remembered by shadowy newspaper reports and haunting incubus. My name is Nicole, and this is my story.

The end .