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Friday 16 October 2015

From "In The Wicker Wood" - this is rough - beware.




Thud! Thud! The hammer hit the spike and it went further through his wrist and into the wooden railway sleeper. Anto screamed loudly and O’Neill said “No one to hear Anto! Sticky fingers Anto? Sticky with blood this time not my dope. You robbed me. You put a consignment at risk by running away:”
This was a good trip the girl decided, better than the usual buzz, as she looked on with both horror and fascination.
Horror, that Anto was getting this punishment for just feckin' a few grams of dope, and fascination at the scene before her.
Anto screaming and struggling on his back on the railway sleeper: between the tracks, crucified by that one spike through his left wrist, his legs trashing and banging on the gravel, his free arm trying to push the big man off, as each blow drove the spike deeper into the wood and broke his tendons, burst his veins and scraped his bones.
Her shouts and her moans, at the orgasm crashing through her, were drowned out by his screams and the crash of the hammer blows.
She had come before when Anto hit her a dig as he came and she cried dig me again, dig me again Anto, harder, harder, again. But never crashing, spasms like this. The next one not waiting for the previous one to finish, on and on, damp, and breath taking and knee trembling.
Wave after wave, pounding on, as the blood spurted and Anto groaned and the sweat, she was sure it would be cold sweat, ran off his face and mingled with the blood pool, on the in-fill stones, between the train rails.
Almost silence, the hammering outside had stopped. Inside her heart still pounded, her breath gasping air, gulping to draw some more into her lungs.
She fell to her knees, collapsing onto her side. Anto moaned and sobbed,. She thought he was trying to say stop, but only sobs of pain came out from his mouth, bloody also now where he had bitten his tongue and dug his teeth into his lips, red rich, foaming, bubbly blood.
The big man stood up, panting, out of breath. Slowly, with menace, he spoke to Anto. “The next time I will kill you. Find some hole and crawl into it and hope that I don’t fall in on top of you some night. OK!”
He turned towards her, took her left hand and placed it on the cold rail. She tried to struggle free but he held her tight forcing her down with his body weight, digging his groin into her back, she could feel her nipples harden against the cold stones.
You fucked up as well. Now you will have to work for your fixes, now that this shaggers free supply is gone. Just to remind you though!”
She saw him start to raise the hammer. He crashed the hammer down crushing her middle fingers onto the rail.
As the pain hit her befuddled brain she realized, this is real, this is not another trip, she screamed and still screaming fainted.


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