HUSH

Through your life I’m sure you will here little saying/old wives tales, infact you have probably already heard ones like, The early bird catches the worm or You shouldn’t throw stones in glass houses…. Of course they all have hidden meanings some more hidden than others, but as a rule they are all either meant to make us better people or to keep us safe in our day today shuffling. My favorate is Children should be seen and not heard. It’s what my parents always said, Well dad mainly he was a great scientist or something and didn’t like to be disturbed, my mother was less strict in-fact she was beautiful and kind. Ah I see you picked up on the use of past-tense, so sit back and listen to my tale (thank you for coming by the way).

It was mid evening in June about 7:30 p.m. if i recall, dad was in his study I was with mum playing a game of cards, I was 11 on the night that changed everything forever. At about 7:45 the front door blew open with a large bang, several men in black clothes entered our home. Mum acted first hiding me in a cupboard, telling me to be quiet, I was! I could see fear in her eyes. Two men came and held mum while another argued with dad, a large guy hit dad twice, not satisfied the leader had the goon spin my father to face my, brought him to his knees pinning him while the leader held my dads eyes open, he gave a single nod. The two men punched mother in the face then ripped open her blouse slugging her in the gut , she coughed blood, still my dad would not give what they wanted, I could see tears running down his cheeks (he never cried). He never spoke not when they tore my mothers skirt not even while they took turns raping her and slit her throat, his eyes held open the entire time, all this i saw I was numb, cold I wanted to scream but could barely breath. Dad didn’t even speak up when they dragged me from my hissing spot and drew the blade across my throat killing me! The last thing I saw as my blood mixed with mums was a bullet pass through my dads face… I believe they burnt the house down leaving our bodies behind.

Anyway that was twenty years ago, those men are all dead now and trust me I took my time on each one especially the two that took my mothers life, I’ll spare you the details as it would spoil our time together. Now you see the last guy i took three days out on him, he was the leader and he gave me you before I ripped out his tongue and placed it next to his testicles on a little steel tray in front of his eyes, oops too much info.

So this is how you find yourself tied naked to this chair duct tape across your mouth, oh and that pipe I shaved up your ass is the gas Line, your body should be filling up right now, you do look a little bloated. Trigger time, this lit sufferer is pinned into this book of matches, when the sufferer burns down enough the matches ignite then the gas and the best bit is you get the front row seat. One last thing as I leave you…….spit to face

Tisssssss Fizzzzzzzzz booom

Fin