Pleasure in Pain
Chapter 2
Brandi left the 24-7 with a smile on her face, which was quite the rare sight. She happily walked the three blocks to her house; an abandonded mansion 4 stories tall. She entered into the kitchen and tossed her keys on a counter, then headed straight for a drawer.
"Well hello Mary fucking Sunshine. What's your problem?" came a ragged voice from across the room. Brandi looked up at a Felix the Cat clock on her wall. Its tail wagged back and forth monotonously in return.
"Good morning, KK," Brandi smiled. The expression was out of place and slightly demonic on her face. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a steak knife.
"Yes, it is good to see you remember what it is to be happy," Brandi walked over to a taxidermied rat and patted its head.
"I have a date tonight, Stuffy," Brandi replied and sat down at her kitchen table. She placed her arm on the surface and with her right hand slowly sliced a think line across it.
"AAH!" Brandi's orgasmic scream echoed through the dark and empty halls. She lifted the pressure off the knife and plunged the tip of it into the table.
"Mmkay, Brandi, if you could just refrain from ever doing that again-"
"Shut up, i need the moment," Brandi silenced the rat who followed her owner's orders. After about thirty seconds, Brandi opened her eyes and wiped tear that had formed on her cheeks away. "I needed that," she grinned.
"You're as weak as those you bring here," the clock spoke.
"KK, thanks for reminding me!" Brandi ignored the object's comment. She jumped up and ran through the halls of her house, passing by all the crappy furniture that filled it. She ran up two flights of stairs and walked into a hallway. She counted three rooms to her right and entered the third one.
The room was bare except for a desk near the door and a few sets of shackles attatched to one blood spattered wall. One was occupied. Brandi looked over at the young man who sat chained by the ankles to the wall. He wore baggy jeans, one leg of which was turned at an odd angle, and a blue jersey that read "Iverson" on the back. He had a shaved head and tan skin. Brandi slammed the door and he looked up. She smiled at him. Without breaking eye contact with him, she reached into one of the desk drawers and emerged with a long sword that resembled a katana.
"Shit, girl, why you gotta do me like this?" he asked pathetically.
"I'll answer that if you tell me why you had to comment on my appearance and laugh about it with your friends last week," Brandi said walking over to the slumped figure.
"Boo, you know i was just playing. You know, just messing with my boys," he tried to flash her a smile that had probably worked on many girls before her. Brandi looked down at him coldly and tapped the side of his face with the steel.
"You know, I've heard many excuses from people who were in the same position as yourself, some of them in that exact chain your tied up with, but none of them were so pathetic. I must say, you are the record low," Brandi told him, disgusted.
"Babygirl, please, lemme go. I'll do anything you want. I'll be your man, aiight? Lemme make you feel good..." he said looking up at her slyly. Brandi put her face right next to his, and straddled his lap. She put one arm around his neck.
"You really want to make me feel good?" she whispered in his ear. He nodded his head back and forth slowly. "Okay then," Brandi said and raised the sword above her head. He stared at her open mouthed, and she took advantage of his expression. With great power, she forced the sword down his throat. He coughed a squirt of blood all over her face, and convulsed for a few seconds before laying limp.
"Asshole," Brandi said to him, "Well, I better get to work," Brandi said and sliced a gash in his leg deep enough to see the bone, and all the way down his thigh.
2 hours later...
"That out to hold it," Brandi said, wiping blood off her forehead. She surveyed the structured of bloodstained bones that had been piled up against a wall. She looked around her surroundings.
"You will be locked up, you fuck! As soon as i get enough bones to fill you, you will never hurt anyone again, EVER!" she yelled. She spit on the floor and threw down her sword. She sighed heavily adn walked out of the room. She closed the door and replaced the padlock on it. She walked down the stairs and went back into the kitchen.
"So, you have a date? Giving in to your feelings...you are so weak. How about you just die?" Brandi heard the familiar voice from her wall.
"KK, shut the fuck up, i'm not going out with him because i want a boyfriend. What the hell, i hate men...and women now that i think about it," Brandi answered.
"Then explain why your going with him? Plenty of guys have asked you out and you turned them down," KK asked.
"He's really skinny and bony, and i'm pretty tired so i don't feel like ripping through that much flesh tonight. We'll go out, i'll grin and bear it, he'll want to come back here to put the moves on me, and i'll just cut his head off..."
"I'll take her to a movie, pretend i'm interested in whatever she has to bitch about, because let's face it, everyone has something to bitch about, ask her if she wants to come in and when she's about to try something with me, i'll, how did i put it...ah yes, immortalize the moment," Johnny smiled to his friends. The Rev was sitting a top the stove next to the newly found pig timer. Johnny was just explaining to them what had happened that day, and what was to happen that day.
"You see, you have feelings. If you didn't you wouldn't have even gone up to that girl," Rev. Meat protested.
"I went up to her because she was interested in me and it's going to be an easy kill because she'll do anything i say," Johnny said annoyed.
"Are you quite sure?" the pig asked Johnny.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you said that she pulled a knife on you, so maybe she won't be as easy to kill as you think," the pig suggested.
"See? You asked her out because you have FEELINGS for her. Your mind couldn't deal with your repressing of human EMOTIONS anymore! Give in to it, Nny! Its perfectly okay to feel the way you do!"
"Rev, shut up! I guess maybe then i'm up for a challenge. I mean think about it, it all gets pretty boring. Every victim i've ever had was submissive-"
"Except Devi," the Pig interrupted Johnny.
"Yes, except Devi, but she's in the past. I know how to handle that kind of situation now. This will be fun," Johnny continued. "Shit, that reminds me, I'd better call her!" he said, running to his phone.
"NNY HAS A GIRLFRIEND! NNY HAS A GIRLFRIEND!" came a taunting chant from the kitchen.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP REV UNLESS YOU WANNA BE A MILLION PIECES ON THAT FLOOR!" Johnny yelled. There was silence. He let out a deep breath and picked up the receiver.
RING RING! The shrill noise of the phone cut through the air adn through Brandi's sentence.
"Maybe it's him!" Brandi yelled excitedly.
"You see, you are no better than the scum of the earth you look down upon Brandi," KK scolded.
"Shut up, God, did i say you could talk?" Brandi grimaced at the clock. She bounded to the phone.
"Hello?" she asked into it.
"Uh, hi, Brandi?" came a male voice on the other end.
"Yes?" Brandi asked.
"It's Nny. From the 24-7?" he asked.
"Oh, hi Nny. What's up?" Brandi sounded as cool as possible.
"Well, I was just wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tonight," Nny said, grinning evilly.
"Sure, where do you want to go?" Brandi asked.
"I was thinking of this new cafe in town," Nny suggested.
"I hate cafes," Brandi replied flatly.
"Me too, only assholes go there," Johnny confessed.
"Tell me about it. Some people you just want to take bacek to your house, tie them up to a wall and rip their skull open with a claw hammer," Brandi said, not laughing. Nny on the other h and laughed nervously.
"I know, if only we could."
"Who says we can't?"
"Uh, no one i guess," Johnny said uncomfortably. "Any way, where do you want to go?"
"Let's get takeout from Taco Hell and come back to my place," Brandi said.
"Your place...?" Nny asked, unsure. He mouthed the word 'fuck' to himself.
"Yeah, i have a really nice house. I'd love to give you a grand tour," she said.
"Ok then, Brandi, i'll meet you at Taco Hell say, 7:30?" he said, again cursing himself silently.
"Sure thing," she said.
"See you then."
"Goodbye Nny."
"Her place?" the pig asked with annoyance in her voice.
"Yeah, I know i fucked up," Johnny snapped.
"So are you going to kill her before or after you confess your love to her?" Rev said to Johnny.
"Alright, i've fucking had it with you," Nny jumped to his feet and pulled out a lighter. He lit the flame right under the Rev's nose.
"AHHH! JOHNNY STOP IT! PLEASE!!" the porcelin figure screamed.
"Are you gonna stop it?" Johnny asked.
"YES YES! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL JUST STOP IT!" the tip of his nose had become charred by now.
"I should smash you on the ground," Johnny replied thoughtfully, but allowed the flame to go out.
"So what DO you plan on doing about your location woes?" the pig returned to the matter at hand.
"I'll just have to kill her at her house, then," Johnny replied simply. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready."
Chapter 2
Brandi left the 24-7 with a smile on her face, which was quite the rare sight. She happily walked the three blocks to her house; an abandonded mansion 4 stories tall. She entered into the kitchen and tossed her keys on a counter, then headed straight for a drawer.
"Well hello Mary fucking Sunshine. What's your problem?" came a ragged voice from across the room. Brandi looked up at a Felix the Cat clock on her wall. Its tail wagged back and forth monotonously in return.
"Good morning, KK," Brandi smiled. The expression was out of place and slightly demonic on her face. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a steak knife.
"Yes, it is good to see you remember what it is to be happy," Brandi walked over to a taxidermied rat and patted its head.
"I have a date tonight, Stuffy," Brandi replied and sat down at her kitchen table. She placed her arm on the surface and with her right hand slowly sliced a think line across it.
"AAH!" Brandi's orgasmic scream echoed through the dark and empty halls. She lifted the pressure off the knife and plunged the tip of it into the table.
"Mmkay, Brandi, if you could just refrain from ever doing that again-"
"Shut up, i need the moment," Brandi silenced the rat who followed her owner's orders. After about thirty seconds, Brandi opened her eyes and wiped tear that had formed on her cheeks away. "I needed that," she grinned.
"You're as weak as those you bring here," the clock spoke.
"KK, thanks for reminding me!" Brandi ignored the object's comment. She jumped up and ran through the halls of her house, passing by all the crappy furniture that filled it. She ran up two flights of stairs and walked into a hallway. She counted three rooms to her right and entered the third one.
The room was bare except for a desk near the door and a few sets of shackles attatched to one blood spattered wall. One was occupied. Brandi looked over at the young man who sat chained by the ankles to the wall. He wore baggy jeans, one leg of which was turned at an odd angle, and a blue jersey that read "Iverson" on the back. He had a shaved head and tan skin. Brandi slammed the door and he looked up. She smiled at him. Without breaking eye contact with him, she reached into one of the desk drawers and emerged with a long sword that resembled a katana.
"Shit, girl, why you gotta do me like this?" he asked pathetically.
"I'll answer that if you tell me why you had to comment on my appearance and laugh about it with your friends last week," Brandi said walking over to the slumped figure.
"Boo, you know i was just playing. You know, just messing with my boys," he tried to flash her a smile that had probably worked on many girls before her. Brandi looked down at him coldly and tapped the side of his face with the steel.
"You know, I've heard many excuses from people who were in the same position as yourself, some of them in that exact chain your tied up with, but none of them were so pathetic. I must say, you are the record low," Brandi told him, disgusted.
"Babygirl, please, lemme go. I'll do anything you want. I'll be your man, aiight? Lemme make you feel good..." he said looking up at her slyly. Brandi put her face right next to his, and straddled his lap. She put one arm around his neck.
"You really want to make me feel good?" she whispered in his ear. He nodded his head back and forth slowly. "Okay then," Brandi said and raised the sword above her head. He stared at her open mouthed, and she took advantage of his expression. With great power, she forced the sword down his throat. He coughed a squirt of blood all over her face, and convulsed for a few seconds before laying limp.
"Asshole," Brandi said to him, "Well, I better get to work," Brandi said and sliced a gash in his leg deep enough to see the bone, and all the way down his thigh.
2 hours later...
"That out to hold it," Brandi said, wiping blood off her forehead. She surveyed the structured of bloodstained bones that had been piled up against a wall. She looked around her surroundings.
"You will be locked up, you fuck! As soon as i get enough bones to fill you, you will never hurt anyone again, EVER!" she yelled. She spit on the floor and threw down her sword. She sighed heavily adn walked out of the room. She closed the door and replaced the padlock on it. She walked down the stairs and went back into the kitchen.
"So, you have a date? Giving in to your feelings...you are so weak. How about you just die?" Brandi heard the familiar voice from her wall.
"KK, shut the fuck up, i'm not going out with him because i want a boyfriend. What the hell, i hate men...and women now that i think about it," Brandi answered.
"Then explain why your going with him? Plenty of guys have asked you out and you turned them down," KK asked.
"He's really skinny and bony, and i'm pretty tired so i don't feel like ripping through that much flesh tonight. We'll go out, i'll grin and bear it, he'll want to come back here to put the moves on me, and i'll just cut his head off..."
"I'll take her to a movie, pretend i'm interested in whatever she has to bitch about, because let's face it, everyone has something to bitch about, ask her if she wants to come in and when she's about to try something with me, i'll, how did i put it...ah yes, immortalize the moment," Johnny smiled to his friends. The Rev was sitting a top the stove next to the newly found pig timer. Johnny was just explaining to them what had happened that day, and what was to happen that day.
"You see, you have feelings. If you didn't you wouldn't have even gone up to that girl," Rev. Meat protested.
"I went up to her because she was interested in me and it's going to be an easy kill because she'll do anything i say," Johnny said annoyed.
"Are you quite sure?" the pig asked Johnny.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you said that she pulled a knife on you, so maybe she won't be as easy to kill as you think," the pig suggested.
"See? You asked her out because you have FEELINGS for her. Your mind couldn't deal with your repressing of human EMOTIONS anymore! Give in to it, Nny! Its perfectly okay to feel the way you do!"
"Rev, shut up! I guess maybe then i'm up for a challenge. I mean think about it, it all gets pretty boring. Every victim i've ever had was submissive-"
"Except Devi," the Pig interrupted Johnny.
"Yes, except Devi, but she's in the past. I know how to handle that kind of situation now. This will be fun," Johnny continued. "Shit, that reminds me, I'd better call her!" he said, running to his phone.
"NNY HAS A GIRLFRIEND! NNY HAS A GIRLFRIEND!" came a taunting chant from the kitchen.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP REV UNLESS YOU WANNA BE A MILLION PIECES ON THAT FLOOR!" Johnny yelled. There was silence. He let out a deep breath and picked up the receiver.
RING RING! The shrill noise of the phone cut through the air adn through Brandi's sentence.
"Maybe it's him!" Brandi yelled excitedly.
"You see, you are no better than the scum of the earth you look down upon Brandi," KK scolded.
"Shut up, God, did i say you could talk?" Brandi grimaced at the clock. She bounded to the phone.
"Hello?" she asked into it.
"Uh, hi, Brandi?" came a male voice on the other end.
"Yes?" Brandi asked.
"It's Nny. From the 24-7?" he asked.
"Oh, hi Nny. What's up?" Brandi sounded as cool as possible.
"Well, I was just wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tonight," Nny said, grinning evilly.
"Sure, where do you want to go?" Brandi asked.
"I was thinking of this new cafe in town," Nny suggested.
"I hate cafes," Brandi replied flatly.
"Me too, only assholes go there," Johnny confessed.
"Tell me about it. Some people you just want to take bacek to your house, tie them up to a wall and rip their skull open with a claw hammer," Brandi said, not laughing. Nny on the other h and laughed nervously.
"I know, if only we could."
"Who says we can't?"
"Uh, no one i guess," Johnny said uncomfortably. "Any way, where do you want to go?"
"Let's get takeout from Taco Hell and come back to my place," Brandi said.
"Your place...?" Nny asked, unsure. He mouthed the word 'fuck' to himself.
"Yeah, i have a really nice house. I'd love to give you a grand tour," she said.
"Ok then, Brandi, i'll meet you at Taco Hell say, 7:30?" he said, again cursing himself silently.
"Sure thing," she said.
"See you then."
"Goodbye Nny."
"Her place?" the pig asked with annoyance in her voice.
"Yeah, I know i fucked up," Johnny snapped.
"So are you going to kill her before or after you confess your love to her?" Rev said to Johnny.
"Alright, i've fucking had it with you," Nny jumped to his feet and pulled out a lighter. He lit the flame right under the Rev's nose.
"AHHH! JOHNNY STOP IT! PLEASE!!" the porcelin figure screamed.
"Are you gonna stop it?" Johnny asked.
"YES YES! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL JUST STOP IT!" the tip of his nose had become charred by now.
"I should smash you on the ground," Johnny replied thoughtfully, but allowed the flame to go out.
"So what DO you plan on doing about your location woes?" the pig returned to the matter at hand.
"I'll just have to kill her at her house, then," Johnny replied simply. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready."
