Control

Control

     Kill her. Take that pen and shove it in her eye.

     You know I can’t do that.

     Take that fucking pen and do it. What are you waiting on?

     We’re still in the open. Give me time to get her by herself.

     Time? Time isn’t given, time is fucking taken. Take it!

     In front of all these people? Give me a break. I think I’ll take the time I need to play it safe. I want her as much as you do, but not enough to spend the rest of my life in prison getting fucked by a 400 pound guy.

     Let me take control and we will take her together.

     No. I remember what happen last time you took control. I spent time in jail while you went deeper. If shit goes down this time, YOU will do the time and I will go hide deep away.

     Fair, let me get full control.

     Shut up, here she comes.

     “Yawning already? You just got here.” Sue said.

     “Yea. Late night.”

     “I have a headache and you don’t hear me bitching do you? Sign these papers and go back home. You have been going out of your zone. Next time that happens, I’ll have your ass back behind bars in a blink of an eye.” Sue barked.

     “Must be hard to drink all night and look at all these numbers.”

     “Just sign the fucking papers and leave. I need to do a house visit to make sure you’re not hiding anything. I will be bringing a piss cup to make sure you’re clean. I hope you have dirty piss, so I don’t have to look at you anymore.” Sue said.

     Please, let me kill her now.

     Not yet.

     “Hello! Daydream on your own time, mine is valuable.” Sue said.

     Papers signed. Let’s go home and get ready for this lazy bitch. I want to have fun with this one.

     “I will see you soon, Sue. Have a blessed day.”

     “Fuck off.” She said.

*

     Where is she? She was supposed to be here by now.

     She probably drank too much last night. When she comes in, you take control and do what you need.

     What I need? What we need. You don’t want to do any more time do you?

     No… but I…

     No. Simple as that. She is threatening us every time we have to meet with her. She’s our parole officer and a major pain in our ass.

     Yea. We don’t need a pain in the ass from her or from big bubba in the pin. I’m going to hide deep until it’s done.

     She’s here.

     Take control.

     “About fucking time. I been knocking for two minutes.” Sue barked.

     “Come in, Sue.”

     Shut the door and lock it. If she tries to run, it’ll give us time to get her back.

     “You wincing because of the sun or because you drank all night and got cum in them?”

     “Ha-ha. We have a comedian here.” Sue laughed

     Walk to the kitchen and get the zip ties. Make sure she doesn’t see you. She has a gun and is looking for a chance to shoot us.

     “What are you smiling about?” Sue asked.

     “Are we smiling? We haven’t done that since the day we got out of prison. Do you know when we quit smiling, Sue?

     “When you look at your dick to piss?” Sue said.

     “Later that day when we had to meet you. You been making our life a living hell since we got out.”

     “Why do you keep referring yourself as we?” Sue asked tentatively.

     “I am the dark one that lives within this body. He is deep inside right now and I am in control.”

     Get her! Don’t let her get to the door!

*

     I blacked out. What happened?

     When I told her about us, she freaked out and ran to the door. I grabbed a hand full of hair as she was running and slammed her head into the door. She started to yell, so I had to do something. You might not like this.

     Tell me you didn’t kill her in the living room.

     Well, no. I had to use that glass statue to hit her over the head and it shattered.

     Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can NEVER get another one of those. Where is she?

     She is in the kill room.

     How long have I been out?

     Only a few hours. Let’s go have fun with this lazy bitch. She would have put us away if you didn’t let me do this. She has been putting other cons away so she wouldn’t have to deal with them.

     You’re in control.

     “You look tired? Did you not get enough rest after we knocked your ass out?”

     “You can’t do this. They know where I am. You have a fucking ankle bracelet on and you’re on house arrest. Where can you go?!” She asked.

     “We’re not going anywhere today. Today is our day with you. We have you laying on your back so we can put a towel over your face and pour water over it. We might do this for an hour or so, then move on to something more fun. What do you think?”

     The towel thing is going to do what?

     It’s going to make her feel like she is drowning. It’s going to be fun. I left her legs free so we can watch them fling around.

     Look at her go. She doesn’t like that at all. Don’t do it too long, you don’t want to kill her yet. I can feel you have bigger plans for her.

     “Stop! I’ll do whatever you want. What, do you want to rape me? Is that it?” Sue asked.

     “We don’t like fake, ugly bitches with drawn in eye brows. Hold still. You have another half hour of this, then we will give you a break while we go get some… toys.”

*

     What happened? I went too deep and couldn’t see anything for a while.

     Well, I finished her with the towel and water over the face. Thought I went too long and killed her, but she came too as I started to chop her hair off. All of her makeup was off, so I wanted to give her a haircut.

     Looks like you did a shitty job. Like you did it with a weed wacker.

     Dull knife we had did just fine. Now she looks how she acts. She still needs to get a makeover to appear how she really is.

     I can’t see the table so clearly. What’s all laid out on the table?

     I had to go to ace hardware to get some tools. I got some pliers, duct tape, super glue, 4 inch wood nails, hammer, blow torch, some plastic sheets and some chocolate milk.

     Chocolate milk?

     Yea. I’m thirsty.

     “Wake up, Sue.”

     She isn’t moving. No way she can be dead, we only been gone for an hour.

     Let’s see if she stays asleep after we pull one of her nails off. Hand me the pliers.

     Get them yourself. You’re in control. I feel myself going deeper. I see one of my old tricycles from when I was younger.

     Go then, I will fill you in. This won’t take long. Which one to do first? I think I’ll do her pinky nail first. This is going to be easy. Nice, long nails; she must get them done every week.

     “My fucking nail! What are you doing?!” Sue screamed.

     “We’re doing your nails, Sue. Don’t you like it? If you’re wondering why your hands are duct taped to the chair, it’s so we can do all of your nails at once without interruption. Doesn’t that sound like fun?!”

     These nails are coming off easier than I thought. You’re missing this, buddy. She is screaming like a pig. I almost want to pull one of our nails off to see what it feels like. They come off without any effort.

     “Stop moving your fucking fingers, or we’ll cut them off one by one. You want me to do just your nails, or do you want to lose fingers?”

     “Nails!” Sue said with snot coming out of her nose.

     Just two more nails to go. Saved the thumbs for last. These might give us trouble.

     “Look at that. You look so pretty now. No eye brows, no hair, no nails and no makeup. Now you’re looking more like yourself instead of wearing a disguise to trick people. I have to say, I liked you better with nails, though. Let me put some nails back on you.”

     You got nails for her?

     Yea. 4 inch wood nails.

     “We’re back. Are you ready for your new nails? You should be use to this.”

     “Please, just let me go. I won’t say a word.” Sue pleaded.

     “You know what, Sue? I know for a fact you will not say a word to another soul about this.”

     “Please. Don’t. What are you doing? What’s in your hand?”

     “We have super glue. It’s for your mouth. Hold still or we’ll sew your mouth shut.”

     No one can hear her. Why are you gluing her lips shut?

     She sounds like a pig. I don’t want to hear that. Your ass been hiding for some time. Stick around and enjoy this.

     I can’t even look at her. I’m going to slip back.

     Leave me to do the dirty work for us.

     “Let us put on your new nails, Sue.”

*

     Before you ask, I put a 4 inch wood in each finger. No use for the duct tape anymore. The super glue didn’t last long; she ripped her lips apart on the first nail I hammered in her finger. She passed out after 4 nails.

     I think she might be dead.

     Don’t be silly. She didn’t lose that much blood.

     What’s next?

     I am going to do her toe nails next, then I am going to cover her in that plastic wrap and set her on fire. She’s always trying to look hot for everyone, so she’ll die being hot.

     This is going too far now. I thought you were just going to torture her for a bit, then, I don’t know.

     What?! Let her go? You know we can’t go back. I couldn’t do the first stent in the slammer. I spent those years playing in your childhood. Which fucking sucked by the way.

     Well, I’m not doing time if we get caught again. You’re fucking doing it. And I will go back and live in my shitty childhood while you get fucked by a 400 pound queer.

     “Wake up, Sue. It is almost over. Just a few more hours of unbelievable pain and you’ll be free and so will we.”

     “You’re letting me go?” She asked with blood, snot and tears running down her face.

     “Letting you let go of this life. You’re not needed anymore.”

*

     The fire is too big! If it reached the floor above, my house will go up in flames! Do something!

     It won’t get that high. She is still kicking but she’ll be gone soon enough. And who cares if the house goes up? They’ll come back here looking for her.

     They won’t find our torture room. We can bullshit our way out of an investigation. 

     Fuck! It’s reaching the wood floors. I think we need to get this fire under control. She’s dead now anyways.

     Go in the kitchen, the fire extinguisher should be up to date.

     Why are there cops outside?

     Why are they armed and aiming at the house?

     Maybe she had a panic button? She been gone pretty much all day. I was hoping she had other calls after us. Fuck. They’re hitting the door in.

     “Get on the fucking ground!” A cop yelled.

*

     “How long has he been like this, Dr. Sokolov?” The nurse asked.

     “6 months, yesterday. They brought him here after he tortured and killed his parole officer in a brick room under his house.”

     “Oh my God.”

     “They thought he was just trying to plea insanity, but he’s been like this the whole time. Eyes never move and he never speaks, but his brain is fully functional. He just slumps to the side and stares at the wall, like he is in a dream. We never witnessed anything like this before. Very interesting case.” Dr. Sokolov said.

     “I guess he’ll be easy to take care of. I’ll get to it. I’m sure you’re busy, Doctor.”

     What now?

     What do you mean? I am not spending time in prison. I’ll just stay in my childhood the rest of my life.

     Funny, because I’m not spending it either. I’ll just go back to other memories I can find in here. Not too many fond memories, though.

     I’m sure you can find a few from my 20s. At least we have each other.

     Here we go! I like this memory. She was pretty cute and this night looks like fun. I think I’ll relive this for a few years.

     “Doctor! He’s smiling!” The nurse yelled.

The End

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.