(no subject)
This is second section from my last post
“Thank you for your analysis, I’m sure the bloody bat was the clue that broke the case”, I say, smiling sardonically at the kid. The bat look as though it’s been dipped in a pot of chunky tomato soup as it lies isolated on the kitchen floor.
“Robbery?” he asks, eyes ready for action behind his wire-rimmed glasses, poking around the body with his ball point pen. “Look at this”, he says, as his pen goes too deep into victims chest as if bone didn’t exist anymore. “The scapula is destroyed” as the four-inch BIC pen plunges into soggy skin. Everything is in order, the furniture matching the curtain; kitchen floor swept and mopped, the only oddity, the body laying dead center in the living room.
“No robbery. Too messy, he knew him,” I say.
***
The plastic bag is cold intrusive over my head. I blink twice and then try to imagine this into a dream state. I flex my hands towards my face, no action. They seem to be bound with duct tape behind my back. It’s a well lit dining room/living room. His eyes are greenish blue as he began rapping duct tape across my neck, sealing the bag.
“What the f---- is …” I stammer, halfway whimper, as the words that stumble out my mouth come back as a hard gulp of air. My eyes bulging, I begin to scream, and try to kick my legs from the burning rope across feet, I thought were free, my lungs burning, brain light, body heavy. My toes wiggling restrictively, as I realize, there are no clothes on my disgustingly thin body. My blue suit I put on this morning is gone; all that’s left a blue bra and some satin orange panties but, this is no time to be self-conscious about matching. After adding more tape, this man calmly sits in a recliner five feet away from my face. He moves as if I wasn’t there, first going into the kitchen to get some food off the stove and then sitting down, holding a beer. My screams, muffled gasps, not to much longer. I began taking short breaths as my mind begins to wander around the room. I sit next to this old Technicolor T.V, the carpet is gray and drab, all the blinds closed, it seemed to be an apartment in the sketchy side of south town.
As soon as someone said they read a bit, i'll put up the other parts.
“Thank you for your analysis, I’m sure the bloody bat was the clue that broke the case”, I say, smiling sardonically at the kid. The bat look as though it’s been dipped in a pot of chunky tomato soup as it lies isolated on the kitchen floor.
“Robbery?” he asks, eyes ready for action behind his wire-rimmed glasses, poking around the body with his ball point pen. “Look at this”, he says, as his pen goes too deep into victims chest as if bone didn’t exist anymore. “The scapula is destroyed” as the four-inch BIC pen plunges into soggy skin. Everything is in order, the furniture matching the curtain; kitchen floor swept and mopped, the only oddity, the body laying dead center in the living room.
“No robbery. Too messy, he knew him,” I say.
***
The plastic bag is cold intrusive over my head. I blink twice and then try to imagine this into a dream state. I flex my hands towards my face, no action. They seem to be bound with duct tape behind my back. It’s a well lit dining room/living room. His eyes are greenish blue as he began rapping duct tape across my neck, sealing the bag.
“What the f---- is …” I stammer, halfway whimper, as the words that stumble out my mouth come back as a hard gulp of air. My eyes bulging, I begin to scream, and try to kick my legs from the burning rope across feet, I thought were free, my lungs burning, brain light, body heavy. My toes wiggling restrictively, as I realize, there are no clothes on my disgustingly thin body. My blue suit I put on this morning is gone; all that’s left a blue bra and some satin orange panties but, this is no time to be self-conscious about matching. After adding more tape, this man calmly sits in a recliner five feet away from my face. He moves as if I wasn’t there, first going into the kitchen to get some food off the stove and then sitting down, holding a beer. My screams, muffled gasps, not to much longer. I began taking short breaths as my mind begins to wander around the room. I sit next to this old Technicolor T.V, the carpet is gray and drab, all the blinds closed, it seemed to be an apartment in the sketchy side of south town.
As soon as someone said they read a bit, i'll put up the other parts.