'Pill-Man' has another freaky sick-fiction sample!

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'Pill-Man' has another freaky sick-fiction sample!

From 'THE PLACE IN BETWEEN', a 3 novella collection of the starkest, most

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graphic violence and blood laden fiction in PRINT.

DIG:

"The motel room Sancho got for them was only

a few miles from base, but far enough away

to keep Del from knowing about it. She hoped. Luci

knew he'd kick her ass if she was discovered fucking

around on him again. But Sancho gave her uncut

virgin

shit. The most potent crack she had ever smoked.

She'd shake the vial until she heard the rock form.

It clink-clinked around and it'd make her wet. And

then when she was high, all she wanted to do was

fuck. Sancho was, after all, very handsome.

Luci had seen him for the first time at the
brig. He was striking. Even though Sancho looked like

he'd been to hell and back. She saw him coming out

as she was going in. Despite being underweight, covered

with bruises and a couple of chipped teeth, Luci

was blown away. Sancho was a wounded bird and

Luci definitely had the wounded bird syndrome. The

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beaten young man looked downtrodden and lost, but

he still smiled a huge, charming smile when he saw

her in the out-processing area. Seeing him looking

so forlorn made the maternal side of her swell. Luci

was coming to sign the paperwork so the military

could bury her 'father'. Well, sort of a de-facto stepfather:

He was sandwiched between her mother's 18th

and 20th boyfriend out of 30 or 40 something dudes

before her mother finally died years ago. Luci didn't

know why Rusty chose her as the next of kin:

"You have girlfriend, Vietnam Joe?"

"Don't need one, little yella sista. This dumb

bitch left us with her little tight daughter right

here. She's only half-gook, but slanty enough to get

the job done."

Maybe he still held on to those woefully pleasant

memories of gang-raping her when she was young.

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Her mom would be gone somewhere – usually at

work. Rusty would get himself nice and liquored up

and call over some friends. Then he would take her

down to the basement.

Rusty would shed his clothes, the criss-crossed

scars on his chest shining pale white against his red

flushed muscle and skin. He and his buddies would

run trains on Luci like she was some gook whore

they were having fond fevered memories of.

Luci finished squeezing the store-bought douche

up her vagina, trying to rinse Sancho's seed out of

her. Vague bad memories of telling her mother about

being raped by Rusty and his buddies pushed their

way to the front of Luci's mind. Showing her how

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to douche properly was her mother's only response

when she told her about the attacks. They were bad

memories, for sure. But that mean old bastard finally

died. She had the paperwork to prove it.

Luci was going to surprise Del with the proceeds

of the life insurance she was sure Rusty would

have left for her, but there was nothing. A few bits

and pieces of personal effects and not even any

retirement

benefits. Rusty ended his military prison

sentence with a Dishonorable Discharge. He would

have lost any benefits Luci might have been entitled

to anyway. What a piece of shit. Fucking Rusty. His

last act was inconveniencing Luci, without even

leaving her anything in return. And when she finally

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signed all the paperwork and collected his dog

tags, she felt the most uncomfortably horrible feeling

she'd ever had. Her entire body felt ice-cold and her

thinking became muddled. Luci felt like she'd hurt

her back. It was like she had twisted it in some weird

way because her back never did feel right after that.

Then, for the first time in years, the thought of

cocaine became much, much more than the wistful

wishes she'd had since rehab. It became a powerful

lusting urge that morphed into a full-blown obsession.

It happened right there while she was holding

Rusty's tags and signing paper work. She left the brig

and saw the hang-dog handsome young man waiting

for her. Luci felt an instant relief when she saw

the former sailor. She just knew he'd be able to help

her with her desires. Luci was right on the money.

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Sancho knew exactly where to go. It turned out to be

a very good thing that she'd kept her 30 mile drive

secret from Del, after all.

Christ, she thought, still squeezing the douche.

Imagine if Sancho knocked me up. Fuck! She knew

she should have made Sancho wear a raincoat,

but she always got caught up with the crack and

the cock. Luci couldn't help it. She tried what she

felt was her best to kick the love of cocaine, but its

grip on her was fixed tight. She was fine, she had

thought, following her months of rehab. But not now.

It seemed that these days the monkey clawed at her

constantly. She couldn't escape its magnetic pull.

Luci realized now that even when she was in rehab,

she was merely going through the motions. Luci

knew Del would never understand. Hell, maybe he

couldn't. He was such a Dudley fucking Do-Right, he

probably couldn't even conceptualize doing anything

he wasn't supposed to. He was a Navy man, after

all, and he was comfortable toeing a straight line

and obeying direct orders. Luci chafed at the very

notion.

Out of the shower, Luci dried herself off and got

dressed. She waited impatiently for the anti-anxiety

pill Sancho had given her to kick in. She couldn't go

home and face Del this twisted but luckily Del never

came home early."