Night of Obscene Horror – Chapter Twenty Three

WARNING: The following chapter contains scenes of extreme violence and depraved sexuality that are not for the faint of heart or easily offended. Enjoy ;)

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10th September 2013

Green sat still, his body solidly fixed in the chair as he watched the events through the window. Beside him, West was similarly motionless. He could feel the excited tension in her body, building like a living thing, like the frantic crescendo of pleasure leading to an orgasm. This was what she had been waiting for.

On the other side of the glass the pale woman collided with the fat man, he got his hands up but not in time and she slammed into his body with a force that rocked his chair backward. The front legs left the ground and for a second Green thought it might topple over but the weight of the woman on the man’s lap brought the metal legs back to the floor.

The whole scene was playing out silently, like some freakish old movie. Green watched as the woman leant in towards the man as if she was going to kiss him. He felt for a moment as if he was spying on some lovers’ tryst, and then the woman’s mouth opened wide and she bit into the man’s upper lip. There was something in her eyes, something feral and not quite human. The frenzied, faraway look of a mad dog or someone who has just woken from a nightmare.

The man’s mouth dropped open in shock and he swung up at her with a clenched fist. The lip was stretched from his mouth to the woman’s, the skin horribly taut. His fist slammed into the side of the woman’s head and it bounced on her neck like a ball floating on a rough sea. Her eyes blinked shut for a split second but her teeth stayed fixed in the fat man’s lip. It stretched further, obscenely far, the flesh pulled so thin that it was almost translucent. Green thought it must tear, imagined it suddenly ripping like the skin of an orange, but it held and then the woman’s head snapped level again and her eyes opened. She bit down harder and now there was blood, flowing freely from around her lips and out of the corner of her mouth. The man lashed out at her again and this time she didn’t even seem to notice, it was as if the madness inside her was giving her a terrible strength.

Green saw the muscles in her jaw clench tighter and she jerked her head backwards. This time the skin didn’t stretch, it tore apart like wet clay in the hands of a potter. There was a spray of blood that covered both their faces and then the woman spat a chunk of rubbery flesh onto the white linoleum. The man’s thin pink lip and grey stubble lay there in a growing pool of crimson.

Green tore his eyes from it and looked at the man’s face. The stained and uneven teeth and rotten gums suddenly visible where the lip had been just moments before. He looks like he’s screaming, thought Green, then realised he probably was.

Behind them in the room the younger man stood. Green saw the motion and thought he might be about to intervene, to pull the woman off the other man’s lap. Instead he quickly unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He pulled his semi-erect penis from his faded boxer shorts and began to masturbate, his eyes fixed on the ruined face in front of him.

The fat man and the woman were oblivious to this. He had stopped hitting her; she sat on his lap contemplating him curiously, enjoying the sight of the damage she had wrought on his face. She looked like a cat examining a freshly disemboweled mouse. Staring back at her, the man lifted a hand to his mouth, feeling for the warm skin that was no longer there, his fingers colliding instead with the hard enamel of his blood coated teeth. They rested there for a moment and then he let his hand fall to his lap.

The man’s expression was appallingly calm. A minute ago he had looked like he was fighting for his life, now he seemed willing to accept whatever horrors may come. Green wondered if he had been infected by a similar strain of madness to the woman.

She moved again then with the speed of a snake and this time he did nothing to stop her. She tilted her head sideways as she darted it forward and clamped her mouth onto his puffy, red veined, alcoholic’s nose. Her jaw clenched again and she shook her head from side to side like a dog gnawing a bone.

“Jesus,” West murmured next to him. She had a note taking application open on her tablet and was frantically recording the events.

“Is this not what you expected?” said Green.

“It’s exactly what I expected,” she replied, and he could hear the excitement in her voice. “It’s just happening too fast, much too fast.”

Green looked back through the glass in time to see the pale woman spit the fat man’s bulbous nose out of her mouth and onto the floor. It landed on its tip, bouncing once and then coming to rest at the feet of the darker woman. He realised he had forgotten about her, so mesmerised had he been by the violence in front of him. She seemed oblivious to what was happening around her, her face transformed by a look of serenity like a nun might wear. As he watched she stood from her chair, her foot knocking the severed nose away from her. She moved like a sleepwalker across the room: past the younger man, still aggressively pumping his erection; past the fat man whose face was now split by a gaping, oozing wound that ran from his mouth to his eye; past the pale woman in his lap who was merrily licking the blood from around her mouth.

The walking woman reached a wall and stopped. She placed both hands flat on it at breast height, then pulled her head back. Green knew exactly what was going to happen, but he couldn’t drag his eyes away from the horrible scene. Even as she slammed her face into the wall his gaze remained fixed on her. The first blow shattered her nose, smearing it across her face. The second opened a deep gash in her forehead, it opened like a mouth, skin parting to reveal the pulsing flesh underneath. The woman calmly smashed her head against the wall a third time and when she pulled it back Green could see that the shape of it was now wrong, her brow dented flat where it should have been gently rounded. It reminded him of the Italian and he looked away.

“Should we stop it?” he said.

West looked at him and smiled. “How? Look at them, they’re lost to the world. Every one of them has had their mind shattered. Death will be a blessing.”

“But why?” said Green. “Why do this?”

“Because we have to get it right,” West said, looking back down at the notes she had made.

Green looked back through the glass and saw that the pale woman was still sitting on the fat man’s lap. Her hands were on his cheeks and clasping them, her thumbs resting on his eyes. He sat there motionless as she slowly forced those two digits into his eye sockets. Green could see the tension in them as they pushed against the small hard orbs. The left one went first, the eyeball popping in its socket, the clear jelly that had given it shape spurting out around the woman’s thumb and running down the man’s face like tears. The right eye followed, giving up and crying in sympathy for it’s partner. The woman kept pushing her thumbs into the now empty sockets, driving them deep into the wet cavities until they had disappeared completely. Blood ran freely down the man’s cheeks, mixing with that which seeped from his ruined nose and mouth.

The woman pulled her thumbs out suddenly and Green imagined he heard a wet sucking pop from each socket as they came free. He knew that was impossible though, everything he had witnessed had been without a soundtrack. The most explicit silent movie ever made.

Green felt his stomach churn as the woman raised each thumb to her mouth and sucked it clean. Until now it had all seemed horribly unreal, something he could dismiss as a nightmare or an hallucination. Suddenly he found himself remembering each of the four as he had found them on the streets. Unfortunate souls he had plucked from their bleak existence and delivered into something far worse.

The fat man was slumped in his chair, unconscious or dead, it was hard to tell which.

The Romani woman was on the floor, collapsed in a heap below the wall stained with her blood.

The black man was still masturbating. He walked awkwardly, with his fallen trousers tangled around his ankles, and his hand stroking up and down with a mechanical rhythm. He stopped when he was in front of the fat man and stood there gazing down at the ruined flesh that had once been a face.

Green realised what he was about to do and managed to turn his head away before the man ejaculated.

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