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  WHITE

  Father Nathan arrived at the Atlanta address an hour early. He was dressed in jeans and a button up shirt, his version of incognito. He walked up to the front door, and knocked. A big man dressed in a white suit came to the door.

  “Can I help you?” asked the man.

  “Yeah, I saw this on the internet.” Father Nathan said as he handed the man a print out of the webpage. The man gave it a glance, and glanced back him.

  “Do you have the payment?” the man asked Father Nathan.

  “I didn’t realize there was one.” Father Nathan said. “The page for further details wouldn’t open properly.”

  “So, it’s your first time at one of these events then?” the man asked.

  “Yeah, it is.” Father Nathan said.

  “I’ll tell you what, then. If you keep it between us, I’ll let you in for free this time since it’s your first,” said the man with a smile. “I mean, I have the power to do that you see. It’s my show.” He gives the Priest a wink and welcomes him through the door.

  “Wow, thanks so much. I appreciate that.” Father Nathan said as he reached his hand out in a display of gratitude. The man looked down at his hand, but wouldn’t accept the gesture of kindness and thanks.

  “You can thank me afterwards if you still feel that way.” the man said as he smiled.

  As Father Nathan entered the home, he was led into a large, open, dark living room. In the living room sat a man that appeared to be in his mid thirties dressed in a business suit, a woman in blue jeans and a pink t-shirt, an elderly gentleman smoking a cigar, and two people sitting in the far corner of the room that he couldn’t quite make out the details of. Father Nathan sat down quietly beside the man in the business suit. They were all seated on the same wall and the center of the room was lit up with the type of lights used for film productions. A video camera was set up on their side of the room, facing toward the center of the living room’s floor.

  “Is this your first time?” the man in the business suit seated next to Father Nathan asked as he noticed that he appeared nervous.

  “To one of these? Yes, yes it is.” Father Nathan said.

  “Well you don’t look like a man with the kind of money to spend to come to something like this. Twenty thousand is a lot to put down on this kind of party,” said the man. “But that bitch over there doesn’t look like she has it either. Apparently she does, or she wouldn’t be here right?” asked the man as he poked Father Nathan in the side with a laugh.

  “Yeah, you’re right.” Father Nathan said as he managed a small smile. The longer he sat there waiting, the more excited he grew in anticipation of what was about to happen. As his imagination began to run wild with ideas, he began to get an erection.

  Alright if everyone’s ready, we’ll get started.” the man in white said as he entered the room. “Sweety, if you want to come get undressed.” he said to the young woman in the pink t-shirt as he motioned for her to join him. She joined him in the center of the room and began to undress.

  Naked, the girl got into the floor and onto both knees. With the camera on, the man in white undressed as well. He penetrated her from behind. His thrust began slow, but increased rapidly. The girl moaned with pleasure. Father Nathan looked over and noticed the old man with the cigar masturbating, and thought about doing the same thing. He looked back toward the action in the center of the room and began to unzip his pants. The girl was beautiful, and he couldn’t help but get an erection.

  “This is some good shit, isn’t it?” the businessman asked Father Nathan, but the Priest didn’t respond, instead focusing on the show in front of him.

  As Father Nathan removed his penis and began to stroke it, he noticed the man in the center of the room, remove something from a bag on the floor to his right. The girl continued to moan with pleasure. As she reached climax, a gunshot was heard throughout the room, and the girls head fell forward, blood spilling from her mouth. The man had just shot the girl in the back of the head, but continued his sexual activity. The man in white reached climax, as did the old man with the cigar, and the show was over. He threw the girl onto the floor into a pool of her own blood, stood up, and began to put his clothes back on. “Thanks for coming, guys,” he said, chuckling at his own pun. “Maybe I’ll see you at the next show.” He gave a nod toward Father Nathan.

  Father Nathan sat there in complete shock at what he’d just witnessed.

  “Great show wasn’t it?” asked the businessman. “Worth every penny in my opinion.” he said as he stood up. Father Nathan looked at the businessman and noticed that he still had a slight erection. “They’ll sell you a copy of the DVD for five thousand dollars if you place your order right now in advance. It was real nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you at the next show,” he said as he walked out of the room.

  As Father Nathan left the home and pulled away in his car, he realized that he girl had been murdered for the sake of being called art and pornography. In his search for the extreme, Father Nathan had found more than even he could comprehend. Masturbation aside, he still considered himself a celibate Priest, because he’d never physically been with a woman, and after seeing that horrific display of events, he knew he never would. He felt that he had lost his soul that day, and deserved whatever punishment God found suitable for him. Father Nathan vowed that whenever God’s day of judgment on him came, he would accept his fate, but God help whoever was with him. From that day forth, he’d never be the same man again.

  DAYCARE

  “Open your fucking mouth, Priest!” Brandon says as he grips Father Nathan’s chin.

  “Just pinch his nose,” says Angie. As Brandon pinches his nose, Father Nathan opens his mouth and gasp for air.

  “Now...do it now!” Scott says from behind. Angie lifts the cup up and begins to pour the feces into Father Nathans mouth. She stops, and Brandon lets go of his nose. Father Nathan begins to gag and vomit erupts upward in a fountain and splatters his face, shoulders and the floor.

  “Oh yeah!” says Brandon. “We’ve got a spewer!” They all laugh. Michelle and Sister Sarah continue to cry.

  “I can’t take this, just kill me. Just kill me now,” pleads Father Nathan.

  “Now what fun would that be?” Brandon ask.

  “Oh we’re going to kill you, Father. Just not right now.” Angie says as she leans into the Priest and licks the feces from his lips. “Yum. Now open the fuck back up.” She motions for Brandon to take a hold of his head and pinch his nose again. With Father Nathan’s head lifted back and his mouth open, Angie begins to pour what’s left of the feces into his mouth. The Priest vomits and it gets onto Angie’s shirt. “What the hell?” Angie ask. “You shouldn’t have done that. This is one of my favorite shirts, fucker.” She grabs the cup and begins to spoon the vomit off the floor into it. She scrapes what vomit she can off of her shirt into the cup as well. Angie places the vomit filled cup to her lips and sips it, and then spits her mouths contents into the Priest’s face. “Pinch his nose again.” Brandon takes hold of Father Nathan’s head as Angie pours the vomit into the Priest mouth. Father Nathan immediately gags and vomits it back up. Angie moves out of the way. “Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson,” she says as Father Nathan holds his head as he coughs and tries to catch his breath. Angie takes a step back, reaches into their duffle bag, and pulls out a knife. “Who’s next?” she ask.

  “How about her?” Scott ask as he looks at Michelle.

  “The one we said we wouldn’t kill?” Angie ask.

  “Yeah why not.” Brandon ask.

  “Fuck it.” Angie says as she cuts Michelle’s feet loose and stands her up. Michelle screams.

  “Please no! I’m pregnant.” Michelle pleads with them.

  “I know that. How far along are you?” Angie ask Michelle.

  “Seven months.” Michelle answers. “Please, just don’t hurt me or the baby. Haven’t you done enough here?”

  “Haven’t we done enough? We’re just getting start
ed, honey.” Brandon says as he laughs.

  Angie pulls up Michelle’s dress to reveal her pregnant stomach.

  “My God!” Michelle says closing her eyes. “Why have you forsaken me?”

  “I think we’ve already established, that God isn’t here, now haven’t we?” Angie says. “I’m pretty sure that’s quite evident by the priest having just eaten a cup full of shit.” She laughs as she runs the back of the knife horizontally across Michelle’s stomach.

  “Please don’t do this.” Michelle says.

  “Do it, Angie!” Scott says from the back of the room. Angie smiles.

  “What do you think, Brandon?” Angie ask her Brother.

  “I think you should assist her in delivering the baby early.” he says with a laugh.

  “Please don’t!” Michelle pleads again.

  “I think you’re right!” Angie says as she begins to cut Michelle across the stomach splitting her open like a ripe watermelon. Michelle falls to the floor as blood flows from the wound. Angie reaches into the incision with both hands. “Now where’s that precious baby?” Angie ask as she feels around inside of Michelle. Michelle lies on the floor barely moving any longer, only grunting. Angie begins to pull out Michelle’s internals one by one. Michelle gives a final convulsive shudder and dies lying on the floor. “I think I have it.” Angie says as she pulls a baby from Michelle’s wound. “I do have the little shit!” The baby appears dead as she holds it up by its feet. “The little fucker’s dead though.” Angie says disappointed as she looks at Scott. “Fuck it.” She says as she takes her knife and slices the baby across the throat. She lifts it into the air and lets the blood flow into her mouth. “Here do something with it.” She cuts the umbilical cord and hands the baby over to Scott.

  “What do you want me to do with it?” Scott ask as he takes the baby from Angie.

  “I don’t know. Go cook the little bastard. I’m hungry. What’s a party without food right? Put it in the oven.” Angie says.

  Scott goes into the kitchen and looks through the cabinets until he finds a roasting pan. He places the baby in it, puts it in the oven, sets the temperature, the timer, and shuts the oven door.

  “So, Sister,” Angie begins as she walks over to Sister Sarah, “do you like to fuck?” she ask as she laughs.

  “No,” says Sister Sarah keeping her head down, with tears flowing down her face.

  “Well what do you do when you get your period, Sister? I’m sure with you being a virgin nun and all, surely you don’t use tampons right?” Angie ask. Sister Sarah doesn’t answer her. “Do you even know what a tampon looks like?” Sister Sarah continues to remain silent. “Here, I’ll show you.” Angie reaches into her pants and pulls out her tampon. The tampon is covered in blood. “You see that ,sister? That’s what a real woman does.” She places the tampon under Sister Sarah’s nose. “Smell that blood.” Sister Sarah turns her head away making Angie angry in the process. “Don’t turn your head away. You do what the fuck I say.” She takes the nun’s head with one hand and holds it still as she presses the tampon into Sister Sarah’s lips. As blood squeezes from the tampon and into Sister Sarah’s mouth, she gags and spits it out. “How’s it taste, Sister? It taste good doesn’t it?” Angie ask. “Blood has an amazing flavor, I think. Don’t you think so, Brandon?”

  “The best.” Brandon says.

  “I’m sorry, sister.” Father Nathan says to Sister Sarah. “I’m sorry for this whole night. It’s my fault. I brought this evil upon us.”

  “I’ve had about enough of you Father. It’s time for you to go.” Angie says as she takes the knife and cuts the priest free. Father Nathan sits there in shock not sure of what he’s supposed to do now that he’s been set free.

  “Are you letting me go?” he ask.

  “Not really.” Angie says as she reaches in and slits his throat with her knife. Father Nathan grabs the wound as blood spews out of it in all directions, and he begins to run down the hall.

  “Should we go after him?” Scott ask.

  “Nah, he’ll die in a minute or two.” Brandon says. “Leave him be.” Brandon looks over at his Brother. “Scott, you’re still a virgin aren’t you?”

  “Yeah I am, why?” Scott ask.

  “Virgin, meet the other virgin.” Brandon says as he pulls Scott over to Sister Sarah. “What do you say Scott? Are you ready to become a man, and make this nun a woman?”

  “I’m more than ready!” Scott says. “I’ve been ready my whole life!” he says as Angie and Brandon laugh at him.

  “Well cut her free, Brandon.” Angie says. “Sister, if you try and run away, I’ll kill you where you stand, but if you do as you’re told, I might let you live through the rest of the night. Do you understand me?” Sister Sarah just nods her head up and down in response. “Good,” says Angie. “Now, Scott, get your clothes off. You’ve got a nun to fuck.”

  SCISSORS

  Father Nathan stumbles down the hall, blood bubbling out between the fingers clamped onto his neck. And all he can think about is Junior in the last bedroom on the left. He needs to get to him before he dies, and set him free. He knows he’s dying, and there’s nothing he can do about it. He opens the door, and sees the boy is still tied to the bed. Junior looks up at him dispassionately.

  “Father, forgive me for I have sinned.” Junior says as he smiles. He notices the blood that is flowing down the priest's cassock. “Why, Father, red is definitely your color!” Father Nathan can’t respond, but stumbles over to the bed and unties one of Juniors hands.

  Junior looks down by the bed, as the Priest falls into the floor with a thud and dies. Junior unties his other hand, gets out of bed, and walks out of the bedroom.

  In the living room, Scott has Sister Sarah on the floor. She’s given in to what’s happening to her and isn’t putting up a fight. Brandon and Angie cheer Scott on, as he suddenly stops what he’s doing.

  “What’s wrong?” Brandon ask.

  “My dick came out.” Scott says.

  “Well put it back in.” Angie says laughing at him. As Scott places it back in, he continues to have sex with the Nun. He places his right hand on Sister Sarah’s shoulder, and Brandon notices blood on it.

  “Angie, look at that.” Brandon says pointing to the blood on Scott's hand. She giggles at the sight.

  As Angie and Brandon watch, Scott looks up toward the hallway. “What the fuck?” Scott says as he stops. Scott gets thrust backwards against the wall behind him by an unknown force. The sheet rock shatters in a puff of dust and Scott tumbles to the ground, stunned. Angie and Brandon gasp in shock then whip their heads around to notice a teenage boy standing at the edge of the living room.

  “Who are you? Where’d you come from?” Angie asked in a panic.”How did you do that?”

  “He was fucking her wrong.” Junior says as he walks by Sister Sarah and looks down at her. “Wasn’t he Sister?” He winks at the Nun. Junior looks around at the damage the trio have caused.

  “We’re just having a little fun.” Brandon says as he picks up his .45 and points it toward Junior. “Now sit the fuck down, kid.”

  “Tell us how you did that.” Angie says referring to the force he used against Scott.

  “It was easy,” Junior says. “Kind of like this,” he says as he reaches over and picks Scott up from off the floor, and in a blur of motion, reaches into his chest, and pulls out his still pumping heart with a wet slurp. Angie screams out of fear.

  “I’ll kill you motherfucker! Don’t you move!” Brandon says pointing his gun at Junior.

  “Kill him, Brandon! Kill him! He’s not human! He can’t be!” Angie says as she grabs onto Brandon’s left arm out of panic. Brandon pulls the trigger of the gun but it doesn’t fire. Junior begins to walk toward them. Brandon looks down at the gun.

  “Shoot him!” Angie says.

  “I’m trying!” Brandon says as he tries to pull the trigger again. Junior walks over to him, takes the gun away, and points it in Angie’s direction.
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  “This is how you properly discharge a firearm.” Junior says as he pulls the trigger, the gun fires. Angie falls to the floor, her head split open from the gunshot. Junior looks at Brandon, and smiles.

  “Fuck this!” Brandon says as he runs toward the door. As Brandon reaches the door, he’s pulled backwards and violently thrown to the floor on his back and is unable to move. Junior walks over to the duffle bag by the wall and looks through it. He finds a pair of scissors, removes them, and stands over Brandon as he lies motionless on the floor.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Brandon ask.

  “Only what you deserve.” Junior says. He unzips Brandon’s pants, pulls down his underwear, and takes out his flaccid penis. Junior takes the scissors in his right hand and looks down at Brandon.

  “Nah kid, don’t do it.” Brandon says realizing what’s about to happen. “We didn’t mean any harm you see. Like I said, we were just having a little fun.”

  “I can see that.” Junior says looking around the room again. He looks at Sister Sarah. “Sister Sarah seemed to be having a lot of fun.” Junior says as he takes Brandon’s penis in his left hand, stretches it out, places the scissors at the end, and slices it lengthwise up the middle. Brandon screams in pain.

  “What’s wrong with you man?” Brandon asks, through clenched teeth.

  “Don’t you know?” Junior ask.

  “Know what?” he stammers as Junior begins to cut out his testicles.

  “That I’m sick, just like you.” Junior laughs as he rips open Brandon’s shirt. “Any last words?” Junior ask Brandon.

  “Yeah you little fuck. This birthday sucked, and fuck you!” Junior places the scissors directly into Brandon’s chest pulling them down through to his stomach. Brandon dies as Junior smiles delighting in what he has just accomplished. He gets up and walks around the room and notices Michelle is dead. He bends down and checks on Sean in the floor next to his own blood, and notices that he has died as well.