_EPISODE 1 *(INTERLUDE)*_
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My hands whisper across the peeling
paint of the damp walls while I feel my
way blindly down the halls. The
incessant drip dropping of water and
the stench of mold and mildew
assuage my nostrils. I smile.
I’m getting closer.
His fear is palpable as he whimpers in
the darkness. Soon he shall worry no
more, for I shall bring him out of the
darkness into the all-consuming light.
All dark deeds shall have their day in
the sun. Regretfully, today is not that
day. Now is a time for learning, a time
for change. We are as a teacher to
student or as a parent to child and I
will correct his behavior accordingly.
Reaching up, I pull the chain overhead.
It is the singular light in the room
where he is held captive. The slimy
green moss covered brick walls of his
personal hell have now been
illuminated. Dark pupils turn to
pinpoints. Like an animal, he huddles
as deep as he can into the iron chair
he’s bound to. Fear is reflected in his
eyes. A surge of power courses through
me. Smiling, I lick my lips
I grab his cheeks roughly between my
fingers causing his lips to purse as I
stare into his red-rimmed eyes. Yes,
you thought you were going to defile
me. To control me, but it is you who
will become the defiled, the damaged
and tormented; begging for my mercy
my eyes scream at him. My mouth
remains silent.
Slowly, I pull the scalpel from my
leather jacket and hold it up to his
right eye. He really does have lovely,
striking blue eyes. Those beguiling orbs
are useless to him here. I run the edge
of the blade swiftly over the top of his
eyelid. Turning to the other eye, I
quickly do the same, removing both
eyelids before he comprehends what
I’ve done. Grinning, I survey my
handiwork with pride. I’ve become
quite adept at this.
The man begins to squirm. He screams
around the black ball-gag in his mouth
as realization sets in. His wrists begin
to bleed from the handcuffs biting into
his skin as he fights against them.
Clicking my tongue, I shake my head at
him in disappointment. Leaning, I
place my face next to his.
“Now, now Harold.” My voice is low,
my warm breath against his cheek.
“Save your energy for later. This is
only the beginning.” Turning my head
toward him, I lick a stream of salty
tears mingled with blood from his soft
cheek. “Delightful!” Straightening, I
remove a small bottle of vinegar from
my jacket. Grabbing a few cotton balls
from a tray, I saturate them with the
vinegar and apply it to his severed
eyelids.
The bastard goes wild, like a rabid
dog.
“Hold still.” I grab him by his hair to
immobilize his head. “I’m doing you a
favor,” I growl. “This will staunch the
bleeding. You need to see or else
what’s the point?” Harold stops
bucking. Foam-like saliva covers the
ball, sliding down his chin like a
child’s bubble-bath beard.
Tears run steadily down his ruddy
cheeks. That’s to be expected from
someone with no eyelids to blink them
away. I pat his jaw with my black
leather-gloved hand and kiss him
lightly on the forehead. He is my child
after all and after every punishment
comes a little clemency.
I walk over to the flat screen T.V. and
DVD player, brought down and set up
just for special occasions like this.
Putting in the DVD, I press play. The
device is programmed to play the DVD
in a loop.
“Enjoy the show, Harold. I’ll be back
for more fun later.” Whistling my
favorite tune, I turn off the light. It’s a
fun game I play, finding my way out of
the darkness of Harold’s personal hell,
and into the light from above.


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*TO BE CONTINUED*

_EPISODE 3 *(LUDE)*_
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I am morose. My time with Harold has
ended. Already, I miss the stench of his
fear, the trembling of his lips as he
babbled incoherently while I did
unimaginable things to his manhood.
Well, not unimaginable to me.
My shoulders bounce from a
suppressed chuckle.
The look of disbelief on a person’s face,
the terror in their eyes; it’s a magical
experience that speaks to my soul. But
alas, in the end, I’ve only found one
cure.
It’s time to procure Harold’s
replacement. Finding a new pupil is
simple enough. It takes little to no
effort on my part. They really are like
lambs to the slaughter. My fingertips
tingle in anticipation. I hope this next
one is as much fun as Harold was. We
learned a lot from each other, Harold
and I.
Ah, here he is now. This one is more
alpine than Harold, with an abundance
of wiry blond hair and eyeglasses
perched on his bulbous nose. He’s a
timid one, with his slovenly grease-
stained sweat pants with coordinating
sweatshirt, and black Velcro shoes.
He shuffles past as I perch
unaccompanied on the park bench.
Circling back, he passes by again. It’s
evident in his eyes when he finally
reaches a decision.
Yes, that’s it. Come sit next to me. We
will become the best of friends, you
and me.
Resisting the urge to rub my hands
together in glee, I cast my eyes
downward with feigned reticence.



*TO BE CONTINUED*