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Clutching, You

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Handcuffed in Horror
‘Let’s get you to the bathroom, shall we darling?’

‘Mm!’

WARNING: GORY HORROR

Submitted: September 11, 2019

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Clutching You

 

‘Let’s get you to the bathroom, shall we, darling?’

‘Mm!’

I carry you to the bathroom.

Clutching you.

‘Would you like to go to the toilet?’

‘Can I, Raymond? Please, say yes?!’

‘Why, of course you can!’

I carry you as far as the toilet.

Clutching you.

I rest you on the gleaming white porcelain rim.

The toilet is standard design with a fitted oak wood seat. The seat and the lid are both in the up position. The seat is wobbly. It has a screw loose, like me.

Blood drips onto the rim of the toilet and dribbles like blood from a pulled tooth down over the rim, under the dirty edge, the bacteria hidden where disinfectants cannot reach, and into the bowl. I rest you on the rim.

Clutching you.

As the blood diffuses in the wine green urine, clouding the urine feint brown with its flow. I rest you on the rim.

Clutching you.

As your blood drizzles in ferric, haemic, sheens down the side of the toilet. The suspension of you in the urine turns brown, Balancing, you carefully on the rim close to the edge of the toilet, I reach up and pull the handle, flushing your blood down the toilet. The water flushes your blood. The water turns clear, clear as an invigorating waterfall in the tropics.

The two of us, making love, our bloods intermingling, in the tropics.

Clutching you. I was, clutching, you. Clutching you!

‘Would you like to make love under the waterfall, baby?’

‘Mm!’

I ease you off the rim, and watch your bloodied, bleeding, heart slide on its own bloody goo, into the bowl. You splash around momentarily in the clear water, clouding the bowl-water red with haem.

‘Make me a waterfall, won’t you?’ I hear ya say.

I reach up and pull the handle. I create a waterfall. And watch you bob about. In the scarlet red.

‘Happy?’

‘Mm! Very!’

‘Love you!’

‘Love you, too!’

I leave you bobbing around happily in the toilet while I return to the bedroom and remove your tourniquets.

I return to the bathroom.

Clutching you…


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