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A Story by RLHJ

It took the hot river of piss running down my leg to make me realize I had thrown up.  My body fought itself, tensing and going limp; shaking. I struggled to keep myself upright. I stumbled back into the wall. I felt paint crumbling behind me.

My flashlight ran around the room, twitching, stopping to reassure me that we were alone. The paint flaked from the walls and lay like flecks of dandruff on the floor. The ceiling was a crossword puzzle of missing tiles.

I wanted to be somewhere else. I wanted to turn. I wanted to look away.

I couldn’t.

Sam had cut that poor b*****d’s tongue out. I watched as he thrashed about. The rope around his body pinching his flesh, making it look like sausage. The blood was spraying from his mouth as he screamed, making me think of impulse sprinklers. His screams quickly turned to a frantic gurgling. He began kicking at the floor and knocked himself and the chair he was tied to over. The blood began to pool by his head.

Sam turned and I saw the specks of blood on the front of his shirt. He was grinning. Drops of blood ran down his cheek into his thick caveman-like beard. He removed his glasses, bringing them near the bottom of his shirt. The blood smeared as he cleaned them, filling in the cracks around the lenses.

© 2011 RLHJ


Author's Note

RLHJ
This is a chapter of something. The posting instructions said to make a book, but I don't really give a shit about taking the time to figure out what it's talking about.

If you know how to count using Arabic numerals, I'm pretty sure you'll figure out the ordering. If not, I'm pretty sure reading isn't your thing, so you're probably not even reading this in the first place.

Unless you've got some kind of crazy dyslexia or learning disability, but if you've already taken offense to this, then fuck you.

For those that weren't offended, but aren't able to count: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9... That's probably enough for now.

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RLHJ
RLHJ

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Bikes. Pictures. Words. These are a few of my favorite things. In the last three years, I've moved about five times in three different states. I hate people from California. I'm from Michigan. I li.. more..

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