Into the Wolves' Den

by Jon Athan

Rape—it was like taking a person’s life away without killing them.

That bastard annoyed the hell out of me, but damn was he delicious. I love Thai food!”

Bloody chunks of his flesh were stuck in the tire’s grooves, like meat between a person’s teeth.

Finally, he thought, I can fuck an angel.

Fragments of his teeth fell out of his mouth like crumbs from a graham cracker.

She starved his sadomasochism by bottling her pain and refusing to give him a reaction.

He passed away in his expensive pool—dickless, footless, armless, lifeless.