Cruelty Without Beauty Part 2:
Promise of Storm
A short story by Feind Gottes
“I promise my love.”
The words play in an incessant, non-stop loop in my head. They were the last words he said to me, the last words he said to anyone. I hear his voice again and again in my head driving me on. I am fulfilling my vow to him and will die doing so if need be. I feel nothing but an undying hatred for this world and every last son of a bitch walking on the face of it. Nothing would make me happier than to see it all burn. Maybe one day, until then I’ll take one little piggy at a time.
“Don’t worry Lucifer, Momma will take care of that idiot.” I pat him on the head before returning to my space beneath the garage.
Again I check all directions several times before entering. I should enter from inside just to be safe but that was just no fun at all. A grin finds its way back to my lips as I descend the stairs. Just the smell of my special place with the lingering scent of cooked meat calms me slightly. Thoughts of playing with my little piggy should help me calm the rest of the way down. He was in for one long mother fucking day but I suppose they all were to him now. I almost laughed but that damn sheriff still had me wound tight as a compressed spring so that was out of the question. Damn I need some relief! I hit the hidden latch ducking inside; Deputy Swann doesn’t even bother to lift his head to my presence anymore. What a pity.
“Well looks like you’re missed pigfucker. Don’t worry, no one will ever find you down here but that little visit from your boss stressed me the fuck out so I hope you were resting ‘cause it’s gonna be a bumpy fuckin’ ride! If I don’t get some relief I’m gonna explode! You don’t want me to explode, do ya pigfucker Joe?” My piggy frantically shook his head in the negative, “No? Yeah I thought not. Take a deep breath my little piggy this may hurt a little.” For good measure I give him a nice hard slap where I had just carved him up to feed Lucifer and myself not twenty minutes ago.
My little piggy’s back was a network of red rivers with all the tributaries that feed the bloody flow dripping into an ocean of red at his feet. His screams had stopped at some point in the middle of my rampage but I kept going. I may have went too far since there is no movement from the Deputy now. I don’t see him taking in any air so I suppose I should check to see if it’s disposal time. Damn shame, the fucker had tasted awfully good but sometimes ya just gotta do what ya gotta do. There was always more where he came from so fuck it, I’m done.
I strip off my bloody rags that are already sticking to my skin. I loved the feel of the warm spray hitting me but there may not be a grosser feeling than sticky dried blood. Fucking shit smells and sticks to you like Elmer’s finest. I had a shower down here but it could wait a minute. I plop down in my big comfy Pappa San chair admiring my handiwork with my blood coated and still dripping blade on the table beside me. I couldn’t help but smile.
I had started off trying to be all artistic but at a point rage overtook reason so what I was staring at now was pretty much a complete fucking mess. The pentagram I had started with was still visible among the jagged cuts crisscrossing the pig’s body everywhere. Satanic things always make me laugh, like there’s a Satan when there’s no God, “Yin and Yang mother fuckers!” I can’t help unleash a round of laughter at the sound of my own voice breaking the dead silence.
No point in taking a shower before the bloody work was done. I hit the catch on my pulley system and the bloody deputy dropped to the floor like a 50 pound sack of potatoes. His legs folded under him like limp noodles making him wobble for a moment like a drunk in a back alley right before he passes out in pool of his own vomit. I watch my pig fall over smacking his face hard on the cement floor with the sound of a raw steak slapped down on a cutting board. If he wasn’t dead that would have knocked his ass out for sure. The thought made me smile again as I pulled the cord of my little Stihl chainsaw. It roared to life filling the room with its buzz as I move to the deputy to carve him to pieces.
It was quick work with my little chainsaw slicing the meat to bits with all the effort of a hot knife through butter. I packaged up some of the meat to save for Lucifer and tossed the rest into several thick black garbage bags for disposal. The head I saved off to the side letting the blood drain for my little collection. I did love skulls so very much. I know keeping incriminating evidence was a no no but I just couldn’t help it. Fuck, if anyone ever found this place I was pretty well fucked anyway so why the fuck shouldn’t I keep something for myself. Little things made me happy and skulls were such little things.
Steam filled the small bathroom rolling out like a cloud through the open door. “Show them nothing but cruelty without beauty. Promise me.” His words roll through my head in an endless loop making me truly smile. Brian Warner had been the only man I had ever loved in any way at all. He had been everything to me. His memory kept me going, kept me strong. I had made a promise that I would never forget or cease to fulfill at any cost. Losing him had been the worst moment of my life but he was forever with me, guiding me, helping me, urging me on. He only lived in my head now but he lived on in every slice, every cut and every no good, worthless piece of filth I removed from the world. I did miss the way he held me, the feel of his lips on me kissing me ever so tenderly and the sex. Oh My, the fucking sex had been out of this world!
Without thinking my hands drifted down my body tracing the outline of my breasts just as he had so many times pinching my nipples erect then down further. My hands slid slowly down across my belly finding their way slowly between my legs just as he had done so many times. I could feel him standing behind me as though he were back from the grave to make me feel like a woman again. He always held me so tight yet with such tenderness beneath his powerful hands. I could feel him becoming aroused with my ass held tight against him as his fingers did their magic between my quivering thighs. His touch had always made me shudder clear through to my soul, if I had one. My skin was on fire for him. The water poured down over me as I felt him finally enter me. This was heaven to me. My body shook as an orgasm ripped through me feeling him behind me, against me, so deep inside me and moaning for more. I felt him tense with me as we climax together, as one. My legs quiver beneath me no longer able to support my weight, I collapsed into a fetal position with the hot spray of the shower washing away the tears now freely flowing down my cheeks. I want him back so badly I ache, but he is gone and I know it. I’m helpless but to sit there until the water goes cold.
Sam Phillips sent one screaming over the wall in dead center for a grand slam but Sheriff Brown was too lost in thought to even notice his favorite player had just achieved the feat for the first time ever. His mind was stuck on Luna Warner. The wood chipper incident was only the most recent accident to happen to one of Luna’s neighbors. He could think of three others off the top of his head. He didn’t want to think lovely little Luna was a killer but the accidents were all suspicious now that he thought about it. Sure living in the countryside could be dangerous but he couldn’t think of any other fatal accidents other than one that didn’t involve someone within spitting distance of Luna Warner. He knew she was a little eccentric sure but a killer? He just couldn’t see it but how many things could just be coincidence? He may be a small town sheriff but had he really been that much of an idiot? He couldn’t stop thinking about it now.
Thoughts led to action now that his curiosity was peaked. Opening the filing cabinet behind him it was time to start looking to see just how many of Luna’s neighbors had succumbed to odd accidents. He pulled out a stack of files praying that he just had an overactive imagination. He had never had nor needed any hunches like he saw cops have in movies or TV but he had a “gut feeling” now and it was making him sick. It didn’t help as he combed through police files making a stack of possible suspicious accidents. He found far more than the three that had sprung to mind and they just kept piling up.
I began to lose myself in thought on the trek back to the house. It had been a long day already. As I reached the row of pines shielding the backside of the garage, Lucifer poked his head out of his humble little abode staring at me. I could hear his tail thumping against the inside as I got closer.
“Awww good boy. You keep a watch for Mommy now. I have a nice steak for you later baby.” I patted him on the head with Sheriff Brown still on my mind.
I meander my way to the house still lost in thought. I need to lie down and let my mind find the answer. Sometimes my love would find me in my dreams and I needed him now. My Brian always had a way with solving problems if I only had him here with me again. I lay down on the pillow top Queen bed he had ravaged me on so many times with my thoughts sadly on another man, the good sheriff. I was no believer but saying a small prayer couldn’t hurt anyway. I wished my Brian would come to me in my dreams with a solution though I didn’t need to pray, he was with me always and I know he’ll provide as he always had in life and even now in death. I closed my eyes feeling him hold me in his strong arms whispering in my ear as he kissed me softly.
The solution would present itself I was sure of it. My dreams were always wicked. The good sheriff didn’t really stand a chance against the storm coming his way. My dreams are dreams of death.