(February 6th, 10:10pm)
Behind his desk, there he sat; James Grey, director of the century. Or director of the snuff century, if you prefer. He sat secluded in darkness, watching his old films. After finishing the last four minutes of it, he sighed and clicked off the television abruptly.
James: "Film after film, it's all the same. Nothing new."
He wanted to be like Lionel Starkweather. No. Better than Starkweather. He wanted to live up to his films, and become great and powerful, just like Starkweather. But he could never amount to that, not him. Not anyone.
James: "God dammit!"
He threw the tape across the room and watched it smash against the wall, breaking into several pieces with film everywhere.
James: "I'll never be good enough. Every single one of these shitheads that I use, they always fail. No one lives past The Redcoats. I mean, of course there will be the occasional fuck that gets a bit too far, but I have to do away with him because of his lack of interest in it all."
In order to be great like Starkweather, he needed to find someone good. Someone better, someone with potential. He needed somebody that would enjoy it, and be able to continue on at the same time. Just then, he got an idea. He was going to find somebody who could live up to it, and he knew just the person.
(February 7th, 7:57pm)
On the drive home from the work's 25th anniversary party, Ryan was tired. He didn't have too much to drink, knowing the fact that if he got hammered he'd still have to drive home, and we know how much "fun" that shit is.
Ryan: "Dammit, the Misses is going to kill me."
He'd forgotten that his wife wanted him home before 7:00pm so they could go out to eat. Man, what a night, huh? Ryan Blankenship was 27 years old and happily married with Elizabeth Blankenship, at 25 years of age. Both had been married for 6 years, and hadn't planned of ever leaving each other.
Ryan: "Shit, shit, shit."
Ryan pulled up in the driveway quickly as possible, parking slightly crooked. He didn't bother turning off the engine, so he hopped out of his car and ran inside.
Ryan: "Liz, I'm home!"
He looked around the house for her, but couldn't find her. He flicked on the light-switch in their bedroom. It was the master bedroom, a large on at that. It had a bathroom and a shower in it. Not to mention a small hot tub enough for three people to fit in. He looked at the comforter and the sheets on the bed. They were messy, out of place. Not the mention that the pillows were scattered about.
Ryan: "What the hell? Liz, why isn't the bed made? You know I've hated making the bed since we were in the 7t grade."
Ryan sighed pitifully and started making the bed and placing the pillows back on top. Just then he heard a muffled yelp in the kitchen. He looked at the bedroom door and tilted his head, waiting for another sound.
Stranger 1: "Hold her still homes! Hold her still!"
Stranger 2: "Shut up! You're starting to sound like a gringo every day you know!"
Ryan took a couple of steps towards the door, listening closely to who these unknown strangers were inside his house.
Stranger 1: "Whatever essay. Let's just fuck this stupid white bitch and find that stupid gringo!"
Stranger 2: "Yeaaaah baby! Who's you're poppy, bitch?"
About a half a minute later, he heard a shrill screams of pain and pleasure. Ryan's eyes widened and he ran to the kitchen, and hit the lights.
As soon as the lights came on, he was fueled by anger, hate, and fear.
His wife, Liz, was being raped by the two strangers, who appeared to be Hispanic, on the kitchen dinner table.
Liz: "RYAN!!! HEL-OOH! MMM! STOP IT!"
Stranger 1: "THERE'S THAT FUCKING VATO! KILL THE GRINGO, KILL THAT WHITE FUCKER!"
Ryan made a dive at one of them, but he was outnumbered by one. One of the Hispanic men pinned him down and jerked his head back,
Stranger 2: "You're too late essay, time for you to be punished homes."
While one of the Hispanic men held him down, the other shoved his wife on her knees and held his member in his right hand while keeping a firm grip on her hair with the other.
Liz: "Ryan! Help me!!"
Stranger 1: "Shut up you white bitch."
The Hispanic man slapped her and crammed his member into her mouth and started to violently force her to give him oral pleasure.
Ryan crammed his eyes shut, but the Hispanic man made him open his eyes.
Stranger 2: "No vato, you gotta see this shit homes!"
Liz let out muffled yells and moans while saliva and some puke dripped from her mouth the man's member.
Stranger 1: "Yeah you white bitch, you know how to suck a dick!"
Ryan: "LEAVE HER THE HELL ALONE YOU SON OF A-"
Ryan was cut off by a knee to his gut, as the other Hispanic man pulled his member from her mouth.
Stranger 1: "Now you take it in the mouth bitch!"
The Hispanic man ejaculated on her face and in her mouth, while she gagged wildly.
The Hispanic man that got through using Liz grabbed her face and pushed it close to Ryan's.
Stranger 1: "See what happens when you fuck with the Garcia's, bitch!"
Liz let out a small yelp and started to sob hard.
Tears silently streamed from Ryan's eyes as flashes started to pound at his thoughts. He started to remember when he had proposed to her. Their first date in the 7th grade. Their first kiss, their first hug. Everything they had been through and done together seemed like nothing now. To be forced seeing his wife raped, and force to swallow another man's seamen was too much. He felt like this was all his fault. If only he would have been there before 7:00pm.
Stranger 2: "What now gringo! How is your bitch looking now?!"
Liz continued to sob as she stared at him.
Liz: "R-R-Ryan."
Ryan tried to reach a hand out to hold hers, but the Hispanic man holding him back jerked it away.
Ryan: "I'm s-so sorry. I love you."
The Hispanic man holding Liz down grabbed a knife from the table.
Stranger 1: "Enough of this love bullshit, we need to get going homes. Say goodnight, gringos!"
Ryan's eyes widened.
Ryan: "NO!!!"
Liz: "I LOVE YOU-"
Her voice was cut off by a knife being shoved into the small of her back, as the Hispanic man twisted it once and snapping the spine before turning her around and shoving the blade through the front of her throat and out the back. The man then wrenched the knife out the side of her throat and her body fell with a sickening thud, her head dangling at a grotesque angle.
Ryan let out a sob and a scream and muscled the strength to break free of the man's grip and yank the knife out of the other man's hand.
Stranger 1 and 2: "AYE!!!"
Ryan dodged one of the men's punches and grabbed the other, stabbing him in his left eye several times before throwing him violently to the ground. He dodged a kick and anther punch before reaching around the man from behind.
Ryan glared angrily and clenched his teeth.
Ryan: "This is for my wife, you sick son of a bitch."
Ryan cupped the man's mouth and drew his head back, reaching around to rip the knife across his throat, slitting is messily before shoving him forward to the ground.
Sirens arouse as he stood there with blood, sweat, saliva, and tears on his face above the two men and his beloved wife. He started to think how his life will be without her. He looked at the knife, still crying. He wanted to end his life there, so he could be with Elizabeth. He wouldn't. he couldn't. He dropped the knife as the front door bursted open.
A man that looked like a local police officer ran in beside Ryan with a shotgun and aimed it at his head.
Officer: "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"
Author's note: That was just the first chapter of Blood Misanthropy. Read and review, if you will. Thanks.
Behind his desk, there he sat; James Grey, director of the century. Or director of the snuff century, if you prefer. He sat secluded in darkness, watching his old films. After finishing the last four minutes of it, he sighed and clicked off the television abruptly.
James: "Film after film, it's all the same. Nothing new."
He wanted to be like Lionel Starkweather. No. Better than Starkweather. He wanted to live up to his films, and become great and powerful, just like Starkweather. But he could never amount to that, not him. Not anyone.
James: "God dammit!"
He threw the tape across the room and watched it smash against the wall, breaking into several pieces with film everywhere.
James: "I'll never be good enough. Every single one of these shitheads that I use, they always fail. No one lives past The Redcoats. I mean, of course there will be the occasional fuck that gets a bit too far, but I have to do away with him because of his lack of interest in it all."
In order to be great like Starkweather, he needed to find someone good. Someone better, someone with potential. He needed somebody that would enjoy it, and be able to continue on at the same time. Just then, he got an idea. He was going to find somebody who could live up to it, and he knew just the person.
(February 7th, 7:57pm)
On the drive home from the work's 25th anniversary party, Ryan was tired. He didn't have too much to drink, knowing the fact that if he got hammered he'd still have to drive home, and we know how much "fun" that shit is.
Ryan: "Dammit, the Misses is going to kill me."
He'd forgotten that his wife wanted him home before 7:00pm so they could go out to eat. Man, what a night, huh? Ryan Blankenship was 27 years old and happily married with Elizabeth Blankenship, at 25 years of age. Both had been married for 6 years, and hadn't planned of ever leaving each other.
Ryan: "Shit, shit, shit."
Ryan pulled up in the driveway quickly as possible, parking slightly crooked. He didn't bother turning off the engine, so he hopped out of his car and ran inside.
Ryan: "Liz, I'm home!"
He looked around the house for her, but couldn't find her. He flicked on the light-switch in their bedroom. It was the master bedroom, a large on at that. It had a bathroom and a shower in it. Not to mention a small hot tub enough for three people to fit in. He looked at the comforter and the sheets on the bed. They were messy, out of place. Not the mention that the pillows were scattered about.
Ryan: "What the hell? Liz, why isn't the bed made? You know I've hated making the bed since we were in the 7t grade."
Ryan sighed pitifully and started making the bed and placing the pillows back on top. Just then he heard a muffled yelp in the kitchen. He looked at the bedroom door and tilted his head, waiting for another sound.
Stranger 1: "Hold her still homes! Hold her still!"
Stranger 2: "Shut up! You're starting to sound like a gringo every day you know!"
Ryan took a couple of steps towards the door, listening closely to who these unknown strangers were inside his house.
Stranger 1: "Whatever essay. Let's just fuck this stupid white bitch and find that stupid gringo!"
Stranger 2: "Yeaaaah baby! Who's you're poppy, bitch?"
About a half a minute later, he heard a shrill screams of pain and pleasure. Ryan's eyes widened and he ran to the kitchen, and hit the lights.
As soon as the lights came on, he was fueled by anger, hate, and fear.
His wife, Liz, was being raped by the two strangers, who appeared to be Hispanic, on the kitchen dinner table.
Liz: "RYAN!!! HEL-OOH! MMM! STOP IT!"
Stranger 1: "THERE'S THAT FUCKING VATO! KILL THE GRINGO, KILL THAT WHITE FUCKER!"
Ryan made a dive at one of them, but he was outnumbered by one. One of the Hispanic men pinned him down and jerked his head back,
Stranger 2: "You're too late essay, time for you to be punished homes."
While one of the Hispanic men held him down, the other shoved his wife on her knees and held his member in his right hand while keeping a firm grip on her hair with the other.
Liz: "Ryan! Help me!!"
Stranger 1: "Shut up you white bitch."
The Hispanic man slapped her and crammed his member into her mouth and started to violently force her to give him oral pleasure.
Ryan crammed his eyes shut, but the Hispanic man made him open his eyes.
Stranger 2: "No vato, you gotta see this shit homes!"
Liz let out muffled yells and moans while saliva and some puke dripped from her mouth the man's member.
Stranger 1: "Yeah you white bitch, you know how to suck a dick!"
Ryan: "LEAVE HER THE HELL ALONE YOU SON OF A-"
Ryan was cut off by a knee to his gut, as the other Hispanic man pulled his member from her mouth.
Stranger 1: "Now you take it in the mouth bitch!"
The Hispanic man ejaculated on her face and in her mouth, while she gagged wildly.
The Hispanic man that got through using Liz grabbed her face and pushed it close to Ryan's.
Stranger 1: "See what happens when you fuck with the Garcia's, bitch!"
Liz let out a small yelp and started to sob hard.
Tears silently streamed from Ryan's eyes as flashes started to pound at his thoughts. He started to remember when he had proposed to her. Their first date in the 7th grade. Their first kiss, their first hug. Everything they had been through and done together seemed like nothing now. To be forced seeing his wife raped, and force to swallow another man's seamen was too much. He felt like this was all his fault. If only he would have been there before 7:00pm.
Stranger 2: "What now gringo! How is your bitch looking now?!"
Liz continued to sob as she stared at him.
Liz: "R-R-Ryan."
Ryan tried to reach a hand out to hold hers, but the Hispanic man holding him back jerked it away.
Ryan: "I'm s-so sorry. I love you."
The Hispanic man holding Liz down grabbed a knife from the table.
Stranger 1: "Enough of this love bullshit, we need to get going homes. Say goodnight, gringos!"
Ryan's eyes widened.
Ryan: "NO!!!"
Liz: "I LOVE YOU-"
Her voice was cut off by a knife being shoved into the small of her back, as the Hispanic man twisted it once and snapping the spine before turning her around and shoving the blade through the front of her throat and out the back. The man then wrenched the knife out the side of her throat and her body fell with a sickening thud, her head dangling at a grotesque angle.
Ryan let out a sob and a scream and muscled the strength to break free of the man's grip and yank the knife out of the other man's hand.
Stranger 1 and 2: "AYE!!!"
Ryan dodged one of the men's punches and grabbed the other, stabbing him in his left eye several times before throwing him violently to the ground. He dodged a kick and anther punch before reaching around the man from behind.
Ryan glared angrily and clenched his teeth.
Ryan: "This is for my wife, you sick son of a bitch."
Ryan cupped the man's mouth and drew his head back, reaching around to rip the knife across his throat, slitting is messily before shoving him forward to the ground.
Sirens arouse as he stood there with blood, sweat, saliva, and tears on his face above the two men and his beloved wife. He started to think how his life will be without her. He looked at the knife, still crying. He wanted to end his life there, so he could be with Elizabeth. He wouldn't. he couldn't. He dropped the knife as the front door bursted open.
A man that looked like a local police officer ran in beside Ryan with a shotgun and aimed it at his head.
Officer: "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"
Author's note: That was just the first chapter of Blood Misanthropy. Read and review, if you will. Thanks.