Apeshit (22 page)

whitey-tighties, and shoves his penis deep into the thing’s

asshole. The creature shrieks and struggles, but it is too

damaged to push Jason out.

“That’s right, bitch,” Jason says. “You fuck with me

and I’ll fucking rape you.”

Crystal watches in shock and awe as her boyfriend

fucks the creature. The sight both disturbs and excites her.

Jason ass-rapes the thing just as violently as he was beating

it with the bowling ball. He punches it in the kidneys as it

whines and whimpers for mercy. He rips on its dead fetus

arms to make it scream louder.

The female creature in the basement wails and howls,

thrashing at the door, but she can do nothing to stop Jason

from molesting her mate.

Jason’s father wasn’t afraid of anything. Not a single

thing. It was his goal in life to make sure that Jason was not

afraid of anything, either. Whenever he learned of some-

thing Jason was afraid of, he would make him face that fear.

When Jason was a kid, he was afraid of the dark, so his dad

locked him in a closet for a weekend. When Jason showed a

fear of spiders, his dad put his hand in a black widow’s web

so that it would crawl onto his hand and bite him. When

Jason showed that he had a fear of being picked on or beaten

up, his dad paid three kids that were two grades older to

bully him every day until he wasn’t afraid of them anymore

and finally fought back.

The one that bothered Jason the most was when he

was in junior high, the time that his dad discovered that he

was homophobic.

His dad said, “What the fuck is so scary about a faggot?”

Jason replied, “I’m not scared of them. I just think

homos are gross. There’s a huge difference.”

“What’s so gross about them?”

“Butt sex is disgusting.”

“Do you think fucking a woman in the ass is disgusting?”

“No.”

“Then why would two faggots fucking disgust you?

It is exactly the same thing. It’s just a dick fucking an as-

shole. You’re not disgusted, you’re afraid.”

“I’m not afraid!” Jason said.

“You’re afraid to be around faggots. You’re afraid

people might suspect you are a faggot if you are okay with

faggots. You’re afraid that you might actually be a faggot

and don’t know it yet.”

“No way,” Jason said.

The next day, Jason’s dad rented some gay porno

films and forced his son to watch them. He was only thirteen

years old and hadn’t even seen straight porn before.

“What bothers you so much about this?” his dad said,

pointing at the television screen. “It’s just two men sexually

gratifying each other. Just as you will do with women some

day. Just as you do when you jerk off.”

“Fine,” Jason said. “I get it. I don’t have a problem

with gays anymore. Just turn it off.”

“Why do you want me to turn it off?”

“Because I can’t take it anymore.”

“You can’t take it because you’re scared of it. If you

were straight and you weren’t scared you’d just be bored

right now. If you were gay and you weren’t scared you’d

be turned on. Since you can’t take it that means you’re still

scared.”

“No, I’m bored,” Jason said.

“Bullshit,” his dad said. “I can tell when you’re lying.”

Jason’s dad made him watch the gay porn all night

long. The next day, his dad brought home a young brown-

skinned male prostitute that could hardly speak English.

“I’ll show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of,”

Jason’s dad said as he took off his clothes.

His dad fucked the male prostitute in the ass, right

next to him on the couch in the living room, forcing him to

watch.

“So what’s so scary about this?” Jason’s dad said as

he fucked the young man.

“Nothing,” Jason said.

“What is so wrong about fucking somebody in

the ass?”

“Nothing,” Jason said.

The prostitute didn’t seem to be much older than Ja-

son. He also didn’t seem to have been a prostitute for very

long. Jason watched his face as he cringed in pain. The boy

closed his brown eyes as tight as he could and buried his

black hair deep into the couch next to Jason.

“Are you still afraid of homosexuality?” his dad

asked.

“No,” Jason said.

“Then why don’t you take a turn and prove it,” his

dad said.

Crystal’s flap of breast meat smacks against the side

of her chest as she gets up from the floor. She looks down

into her shirt to see the mangled piece of flesh which was

once her breast. It was the larger breast of the two. The one

with the perfectly shaped nipple. Her favorite part of her-

self. She is glad that she is alive, but she feels ruined. She

feels that she will never be able to go back to the Crystal she

was only one night before. She wants revenge.

“Hold it down for me,” Crystal says, ripping her boy-

friend out of the creature.

Jason’s member is covered in a foul black odor.

“Hold it down,” Crystal says. “It’s my turn to fuck it.”

“How does it feel?” Crystal shrieks as she fucks the

lobster boy with her butcher knife. “How does my dick feel

in there, you freak!”

She holds the knife down to her crotch as she plunges

into the creature, as if she is fucking it with a knife-shaped

dick. The butcher knife stabs rapidly in and out of the crea-

ture’s asshole, cutting the rectum open, leaking rivers of

blood down the back of the thing’s gray legs.

Jason has all of his weight on its shoulders. Crystal

doesn’t want to touch the creature with her skin, so he holds

it down for her. While holding the mutant down, he begins

to skull-fuck it. He drives his feces-coated penis into the

hole on the top of the lobster boy’s skull, where the fetus

head used to be. He forces his member down the dead fetus

throat into the creature’s brain.

As they gang-rape the creature, among the moaning

and whimpering, Crystal meets Jason’s gaze.

“What?” Crystal says as she knife-fucks.

“Nothing,” Jason says as he skull-fucks.

She smiles. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He smiles back. “Like what?”

“Like that.”

Jason diverts his eyes and blushes. Then he looks

back at Crystal.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you,”

Jason says.

Crystal’s eyes brighten and begin to water.

“I love you, too,” she says.

After Jason cums into the creature’s brain, and the

creature’s mind becomes drunk and foggy, he says, “Want to

get the other one?”

“Yeeeaah,” Crystal says in a sassy voice. “That one

is pregnant.”

Desdemona enters the cabin with her guts thrown

around her shoulders like a scarf. She diverts her eyes so

that she doesn’t have to see Kevin’s body hanging in the

entryway, then trips over the mutilated creature on the living

room floor. It stares weakly at her and it gurgles, as though

begging for her mercy.

Jason and Crystal enter the living room with the fe-

male creature. The thing’s face is smashed and bloody, as if

it had been hit with a sledgehammer a few times. Its wrists

are bound with an old television cord. Crystal carries a card-

board box filled with tools from the basement.

“What’s going on?” Des croaks at them.

Jason kicks the female creature’s legs out from under

her. “We’re going to teach them a lesson.”

Crystal digs through the box of tools. She pulls out a

hatchet, a machete, a wood saw, a hammer, nails, a crowbar.

She licks her lips and deeply inhales the metallic smell of the

tools like they are roses.

“What do you need those for?” Desdemona asks.

Crystal gives a handful of nails to her boyfriend.

Jason grips their prisoner tightly and holds a nail steady

against one of the creature’s arms, as Crystal hammers the

nail through the wrist into the kitchen counter. The female

screams.

“You might want to go upstairs for a while,” Crystal

tells Des.

The male creature gurgles and foams at them with

rage. It tries to get up using its broken limbs, but can only

muster up the strength to get one foot off of the floor. Jason

kicks it back to the ground.

“What are you going to do?” Desdemona says.

Crystal hands the hammer to Jason and takes a swig

of scotch.

“We’re going to torture the bitch and force her

man to watch,” Crystal says, with a smile in the corner

of her mouth.

After Jason nails the female’s other wrist to the kitch-

en counter, he drags the male creature across the floor and

nails its limbs to the opposite wall.

“What the fuck?” Desdemona says. “Why don’t we

just get out of here?”

“They deserve this,” Crystal says, her eyes wild with

excitement.

Des can tell there’s something wrong with her best

friend. She wonders if Crystal is drunk or high. She won-

ders if her friend has snapped.

“Just kill them and let’s go,” Desdemona says.

“We can’t kill them,” Jason says. “They won’t die

for some reason.”

“Then tie them up or cut off their feet so they can’t

chase us,” Desdemona says. “Let’s just leave.”

“We’re doing this,” Crystal says.

“No, you’re fucking not,” Desdemona says, stepping

into Crystal’s face.

“Go upstairs or we’re going to lock you in the base-