THE DEVIL'S DUE
His balls, saggy and smelly, swinging in my face when I arrive at his favourite chair.
“Sparky, my boys need cleaning. Be a good Sparky and clean them up, will you?”
Every contorted face met with a smack right across the cheeks. Every word of protest, procuring a slash with nails across the breast region..
The stench– oh the stench so putrid and fetid, twisting the guts until there came a need to wretch.
An attempt to wretch ending with a fist dug deep in the throat.
More and more thoughts rolled in, and I broke into tears.
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