Page 34 of I Dare You
The Punisher happily does as he’s told.He waddles on hands and knees toward the bathroom while I follow, grabbing handcuffs along the way.His stomach drags along the cheap carpet.Such a horrid sight.
Once in the bathroom, he looks up at me, waiting for further instruction.
He seems to have missed the plastic sheets laid out beneath him.
I snap a cuff around one wrist and secure the other cuff to the chrome basin pipe.
He loves the degradation, which is no surprise, considering he killed a fourteen-year-old and cut off her “titties” because he concocted a love affair between them.He kidnapped her, handcuffed her to a bathroom basin, and tortured her before ending her life.
He got out after five years for a technicality.Apparently, the crime scene was tainted.A mistake is made, and this bastard roams free.
His victim had a name.
But he took that and her dignity away.
So, now, it’s his turn.
A shiver runs down my spine.
The motel door opens a moment later.
She wears a matching wig to mine and bright red lips.
We do everything together.
However, not everything.
It gives me satisfaction to watch men suffer.But Jupiter needs more.
She needs blood.
The Punisher’s squinty little eyes sparkle in excitement.That’s soon short-lived when Jupiter enters the bathroom, and he sees the large knife she’s holding.Before he can scream for help, Jupiter slashes the knife across his throat, coating the white shower curtain with a spray of red.
The Punisher gurgles, gasping for air.His face turns red.The front of his pants is soon soiled.
“Ewww!She fucking pissed herself!”Smokes’s voice pounds at my temples.
That motherfucker wasn’t content with taking my virginity.He had to humiliate me more than he already was by ridiculing me.
Jupiter turns over her shoulder, her beautiful face slathered in blood.She understands my pain.“This is for you, baby girl.”
My stomach turns because this is horrific.This is wrong.I know it is.I could never do such a thing.
But who am I to judge?
She commences stabbing The Punisher over and over, ensuring his blood stays on the plastic sheeting.
Cleaning up blood is never fun.
I should know because my BFF, Jupiter Lemmings, isthe XY Killer, as the media have nicknamed her.Quite creative, I must admit, because Jupiter only kills men.
So, yes, my best friend is a serial killer.But that doesn’t mean she’s a bad person, right?
I mean, no one’s perfect…
I’m sitting on the carpet in the playroom with four of the older kids doing a thousand-piece puzzle.It’s of a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
“Oh, Lord have mercy,” says Sister Helen, holding her rosary beads tightly.
