Warning: That…Boy, in it’s entirety, has periods of intense violence and has shocking imagery. Please do not read if you are easily offended, as it is not the author’s intention, not is it to be controversial for no reason.
Red red and the motion doesn’t stop moving over and under the hunger grows and grows and growls and roars and spits… spit split splitter why? WHY? damn I’m good she liked it good she liked liked it liked it. what. stop. no no no no NO NO NONONO! can’t you see this is what i want now don’t you see see see hell oh yes hell hell cascading levels of and the weight has fingers holding it down. look, oh look ooooo legs and tits and ass and hair and nails and eyes and runing away….Talk talk and the flight is alive and all i do is drive and walk away gone. Gone finished and it’s right bright light in sight and it’s GONE RED again…and there’s beating beating beating breathing beating STOP all gone. HA!
Ha. ha. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……
…and Ari wakes himself up, and the sweat is pouring down his face, his chest, his legs. Breaths come in short quick gasps at first, and his eyes bulge trying to look into the darkness of his room. He calms quickly, closes his eyes and controls his breathing, his heartbeat.
Ari is fifteen now, and he realizes he has a raging hard on. He gets out of bed and goes down the carpeted stairs. His footsteps are light to begin with, and when he reaches the hardwood floors at the bottom of the staircase it’s as if it was carpeted as well. The newly oiled door to the basement opens and shuts with the softest of sounds.
His father rarely ever comes down to the basement. It is so full of Ari’s mothers things, it’s painful for his father. Not Ari. He moves a few boxes, a trunk and unrolls wads of cloth and his mother’s clothing. He uncovers gagged Bree. She’s 16 and naked, except for the ropes and wires binding her. She soiled herself, and Ari cleans her off as she struggles, in her weakened state, to no avail. Once she is clean, he pulls down his pajama bottom.
When he’s finished, he wraps her with the cloth and piles on his mother’s clothing again. Bree was crying, the last he saw of her face.
“Goodnight Bree. Tomorrow, we’ll have a different kind of fun.” Ari goes up the stairs, glides over the wood floor, gets up the carpeted stairs to his room, and back into bed.
He sleeps though his dreams this time, and there’s a smile on his face.