Too Close For Comfort

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sweat running down her face.
    “Let's not be
coy, Wendy! Suck his cock!” With this, Michael ripped the masking
tape from Wendy's face and forced Ludford's warm, blood-soaked,
dismembered penis between Wendy's teeth. “ Suck it, you bitch!
Suck it, you slut!”
    Wendy sobbed
tears of terror; tears of desperation as she spat the blood-soaked
tissue from her mouth.
    “That's all you
are, isn't it? Just another little slut. The ultimate slut, in
fact! Oh yes, you're worse than the rest. You're ten times filthier
than Barbara North and a thousand times filthier than Ella
Barrington. Top-class prostitute, they called her! Fucking clueless
piece of shit, more like. Now, that Barbara – she was a bit of a
goer for an old bird. Filthy as you like! Had her on a
recommendation, as it happens. I've a feeling, though, that my
favourite is going to be you, Wendy. Oh yes – you're the next and
final one. It's you and then it's me. The world will be rid of all
its filth and all its sluts and I will die a hero; a martyr to the
cause! Do you remember the boyfriends you used to bring home from
school, Wend? Hell, I do. I remember every single one; I remember
their names; I remember the dates. I remember the bang-bang-banging against the wall; the screams and moans
coming from your filthy, slutty little gob and I prayed from that
moment that every horrible little slag on this planet should pay
the price. If they want other men to use them as objects of play
and gratification, why not me? Why can I not do as I please? Well,
I think you'll find I have! And now I'm going to die a happy man,
Wend. I'm going to die a happy man, being the last person ever to
fuck your filthy, slutty little body. Seeing as you're my sister,
though, I'll treat you with a little extra respect. I'll wipe my
dick for you.”
    Laughing like a
crazed maniac, Michael slung open the kitchen door, and waltzed up
the stairs. A thousand thoughts flew round Wendy's mind but she was
unable to see any of them for the one which pervaded all: she
was going to die .
    As he
re-entered the room a few minutes later, Wendy's hysterical fits of
sobbing had ceased and Michael's face seemed much calmer; resigned
to what he would have to do. It was almost as though the
post-interval curtain had just lifted on a whole new act of the
play. The dismembered member was now laying at a jaunty angle at
the foot of the kitchen cabinet to Wendy's right. She felt that
overwhelming doughnut-sugar urge to lick the blood from her lips
and mouth but decided against it. She spoke just two words.
    “Why,
Michael?”
    “Why? Why? Ho ho! That's a good one, Wend!” Deranged Michael was
back. “Who knows? Who truly knows? I may have my reasons, but does
that mean I truly know? Maybe it was the long, drawn-out hell of a
childhood that I put squarely on your shoulders.”
    “I didn't bring
you up, Michael.”
    “No, you
didn't, but you're the reason no-one else did. Mum and dad doted on
you. Why was it always you who was destined to go far? Why was it
you that dad had earmarked for the police force and me for your
first nick? Speaking of which, maybe it was the fact that my own
sister had me banged up!”
    “I didn't have
you banged up, Michael. I tried to help you kick your... your
problem. All I did was try to help.”
    “That's all you
ever do, isn't it, Wend? Try . You don't know what trying is!
My whole life I've spent trying to come to terms with the fact that
no matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I worked, I would
always be nothing. Do you have any idea what that's like? Being
tied back with an enormous elastic band? When no matter how hard
you pull away, it recoils and pulls you back twice as hard?”
    “That's no
justification for killing those girls, Michael.” Wendy's voice
sounded strangely calm, if a little grave.
    “I don't need justification, Wendy. I have a— thousand — and
one things going through my head right now, whizzing around inside.
Do you have any idea? Do you?

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