Philadelphia, PA
12:30 A.M.
WAITRESS POV:
It smells. It smells like dog piss. Does charlie live in this filth? I wouldn't be surprised - he's such a disgusting person...appearance wise and, according to this gibberish about monkey penis on the walls, inside as well.
Where the fuck am I, anyway? I begin to wonder, looking around the room. It looks like some sort of room for Satanic rituals or something, with all this "Devil Inside" bullshit on the walls.
Suddenly, I hear screaming coming from below. Is that Charlie?
"ITS GONE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !" I hear, repeatedly.
I look down, and I see a glimpse of him running around the bar in circles - and.. holy shit- is he naked? I jump through the hole in the floor out of impulse, and because I'm curious.
I use my beautiful grace, and swiftly land on a barstool. Smooth, cause lady..this bitch is back.
Theres blood, everywhere..I hear wimpering coming from the back office. As I cautiously approach the door, terrified, because you never know what bitch could have a knife on them, I turn the knob.
The crying is loud, theres blood everywhere. From the window, to the wall..haha..Its, everywhere.. Behind the desk I hear something..someone..a wimper so cruel and devastating.. I almost ran out right then..
I start to smell it, the wretched smell, a smell I'm not unfamiliar with, infact. Its dog piss.
Slowly, I go around the desk, and look underneath.. I see Charlie, facing the corner in tears..naked.
I greet him in a low voice, and suddenly he turns around to face me, looking mortified himself. Where his dick used to be (or I'm assuming so, anyway), there is now a bleeding wound. It looks like a hot dog, you know, after you dice one for salad, or chili toppings ( personal preference). It's just a bleeding, half cut pole.
I scream, he screams. He cries. I cry. His entire world is ending, as well as mine, because I am looking at my worst nightmare. Not a dickless man, no, the fact that I am hugging him in attempt to comfort. Disgusting.
I feel like a Serbian Film has suddenly become my reality.