Wrath James White presents Poisoning Eros I & II (27 page)

“I have a feeling she’ll be delighted by it.”

“Well, fuck, let’s go! I feel like I should be
payin’ you!”

*

Gloria woke from her drug-induced stupor to the sound
of screaming. On the edge of the bed was a pregnant whore in a
fuzzy pink jacket. She wore a pink bikini that just barely covered
huge lactating breasts perched atop an enormous belly.

The woman was screaming at the top of her lungs and
backing away from Gloria’s bed. She tripped and landed on her ass
but kept scooting away. The blond boy whose life Gloria had spared
the night before was trying to drag the crazy bitch back to the
bed.

The whore’s screams intensified as Gloria rose from
her bed. An excruciating high-pitched shrill oozed from every pore
as she tried her best to scramble back up the basement steps,
fighting with the blond boy, kicking and scratching at him with her
long fake nails.

Gloria was tempted to kill her just to stop her from
screaming. “What’s this?” Gloria stepped off her bed, which had
been decked out like a throne, encrusted with gold and diamonds and
human teeth and bone.

“A sacrifice,” he murmured, head cowed. He trembled
in Gloria’s presence.

The six-foot demoness with skin like moonlight moved
quickly toward the two idiots tussling on the floor.

“A sacrifice,” he repeated. “She’s pregnant.” He
wrestled the woman onto her back so Gloria could see her bloated,
stretch-marked stomach. “I thought you’d be pleased. I brought you
two sacrifices, see. You can take the baby too.” He was smiling
like an ape with a handful of shit.

“Excellent.” The voice came from the stairs. Gloria
and the blond boy turned as Bill Vlad waltzed down the stairs,
looking more foppish than Hugh Heffner-esque in his silk smoking
jacket while chomping on a fat Cuban cigar. Gloria wondered just
what kind of look Vlad was attempting to pull off, and if he ever
realized how absurd he actually looked.

“How perfect, Nathan. I’m sure your goddess is
pleased with your thoughtful offering. I know I sure as shit am.”
Vlad smiled that unnerving stretching of the lips that revealed too
many teeth. He reached down and rubbed the whore’s belly.

The prostitute had stopped screaming and was staring
at Gloria, panting rapidly, shivering, making wheezing and moaning
sounds as if she was experiencing terror, shock, and withdrawal
symptoms all at once.

She reminded Gloria far too much of herself once
upon a time. “I don’t want it. Get it out of here.”

“But, Goddess …”

Gloria kicked Nathan in the side. He crashed onto
his back, grimacing in pain as he held his shattered ribs.

She reached down and grabbed Nathan by the front of
his shirt, pulling him partly off the floor. “I said get this whore
out of here! Take her back to whatever street corner you got her
from and never come back here again!”

Nathan’s bottom lip trembled. He supported his
busted ribs as he climbed to his feet and turned to leave,
struggling to breathe, wondering if he’d punctured a lung. The
whore scrambled to her feet with him, clutching his arm as if he
were her protector and not the one who’d brought her here to be
sacrificed.

Vlad stepped into their path and barred the
stairway. “No one’s leaving. The goddess will accept your
sacrifice.”

“No, Vlad,” Gloria started but Vlad ignored her,
raising his voice to drown out her protests.

“The goddess knows what it’s like to be human. She
knows what it’s like to be human
in hell
. And she never
wants to go through that again. Right?” Vlad chuckled, shaking his
head, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth in an overtly
sexual gesture that made Gloria’s skin crawl.

“Of course, if she doesn’t want to be a goddess
anymore we can always arrange for her to be human again. That way
the two of us can spend the rest of eternity in hell getting
reacquainted. How does that sound, lover?” Vlad smiled again and
chills raced up Gloria’s spine.

She rushed forward, grabbed the whore by the throat,
and tossed her flat on her back onto the bed. The girl barely
struggled, making this easier for Gloria. Vlad had made it rather
clear it was either the prostitute or Gloria, and she wasn’t about
to sacrifice herself for some whore. Not for a lifetime of
damnation.

Gloria stoically parted the prostitute’s legs,
leaning into her to keep her still. The woman struggled a bit but
she seemed paralyzed with fear, right up until Gloria began easing
one talon, and then another and another until she had all five
fingers up to the knuckles inside her. The girl began to kick and
scream, but Gloria held her tight.

The whore moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh
God. Oh heavenly father. Oh fuck.”

Gloria shoved her fist inside, stretching the
whore’s vagina worse than any john ever had as Gloria pushed
through her cervix and into her womb, seizing the fetus inside the
woman’s uterus and dragging it out in an avalanche of blood and
amniotic fluid.

The whore writhed and screamed, bleeding all over
Gloria’s bed. Gloria held the baby up, the umbilical cord still
attached and trailing from the agonized mother’s bloodied snatch.
The fetus wailed like a tortured goat.

Vlad applauded slowly, smiling that lecherous,
predatory smile. “Wonderful, Gloria. But you’re not done yet.”

“What? I took the damned sacrifice! I took the
sacrifice! I played your demon-god for you,” Gloria said, raising
her arm to indicate the viscera hanging from her claws, her skin,
at the vital tissue shreds and clumps of busted blood vessels that
had once been on the
inside
of the whore now scattered on
the bedspread. “She’s
dead
, Vlad.”

“That
’s not.” He pointed at the fetus.

“Do what you want with it.” She held it up for Vlad
to take but he shook his head.

“I don’t want it,” he said, taking a step back. “I
think maybe you need to do something more than snap its little
neck.”

“But why?” Nathan cried, stepping from the shadows.
“I thought you—I thought you’d just …”

“Just
what
?” Vlad demanded, moving toward
Nathan. “What did you think? That we’d kill the creature’s mother
and maybe send him to live with Mary fucking Poppins? That this
thing
would have a happy ending? Just what were you
thinking?”

Nathan shook his head and his cheeks reddened.
“I-I-I-” he stammered. “I wanted to please my goddess. I didn’t
think that far!”

Vlad snorted. “And now? What did you think you’d
accomplish speaking up now?”

Nathan opened his mouth but had nothing to add. He
swallowed hard.

“Too bad, kid. I guess you didn’t think that
far—again.” Vlad turned to Gloria. “There’s still too much humanity
in you. You know that, don’t ya?”

She stared at him but knew he was right, knew the
empathy she felt for the whore and her progeny would be her
undoing. Beneath all of her demonic flesh and might, she was still
human, still Gloria. She didn’t know if this was a strength or a
weakness. Right now, it felt weak.

She was a
god
and shouldn’t have to
constantly remind herself. She looked at the knotted cords of
muscle running down her arms and the sharp talons at the ends of
her fingertips, still dripping in blood. There was nothing human
left in her besides her conscience, her soul. She was a demon, a
goddess, a being far superior to the wretched whore she had been,
the victim, far superior to these wretched creatures she still
pitied. But she didn’t feel love or compassion toward them. They
had, after all, never felt any for her. It was for them that she
had fucked thousands of men on camera. It was for them that she’d
had sex with dogs and pigs and cows and mules and horses. They were
the ones watching on the other side of the computer. They were the
ones buying that shit. They were the ones who could have helped her
and didn’t. She had felt compassion for Angela, her own flesh and
blood, and had been betrayed, had wound up in hell. Then she had
done it again, given up heaven for the ungrateful brat. Was she
about to be stupid again? Give up godhood for these selfish,
ungrateful, corrupt, and greedy humans?

Fuck, no.

She felt sorry for the baby, the way one might feel
having to put down a favorite pet. They were her pets now. They
were her fuck toys. Her cattle. Her sheep. And no matter how small,
they were here to do her bidding. Nothing more. If they were in her
place, they would have done the same to her. They had murdered her
soul and filmed it for all to see. What was the difference?

And just like that, victim became victimizer. Gloria
knelt on the bed beside the dead whore and raised her arms over her
head, stretching the umbilical cord until it was nothing but a long
string. The newborn wailed and kicked uselessly, its tiny bloody
body too new to this world.

“I think it misses its mother,” she said, bringing
it to her face to stare at it. Vlad huffed, as if preparing to
deliver another lecture on humanity, when she added, “I think I’ll
reunite them.”

Gloria took a deep breath, preparing to take a step
so far outside her nature, her humanity, there would be no going
back. With this act, her humanity would forever be a thing of the
past. Part of her wondered if there truly was such a thing as
inhuman cruelty. She wondered if there was anything so cruel that
humans had not done it many times before. In Hitler’s Germany, in
Darfur, Rwanda, Europe during the Inquisition? Was there any act so
heinous that committing it would make you truly inhuman? Truly
monstrous? Truly evil? She was about to find out.

Grabbing the infant around its middle, she shoved it
back inside the whore’s snatch headfirst, pushing the squealing
newborn deep inside its dead mother’s cavity.

“Oh, God, no!” Nathan screamed, blood draining from
his face, fingernails dragging track marks down his cheeks.
“Please!” he sobbed, falling to his knees.

Gloria’s body quivered, shaken by her own cruelty,
but not yet finished. She had not yet gone far enough, not yet gone
beyond her own humanity, beyond child soldiers being forced to gang
rape women and chop off the limbs of their own parents. She had not
yet gone beyond the Nazi death camps, the human experiments,
lampshades made of human skin and placed on display at museums. She
had not yet gone beyond the physical interrogation techniques like
burning, skinning, dismembering, dislocating limbs, and mutilating
genitalia that were employed by the Christian church to ferret out
witches. She hadn’t gone beyond virgins being stoned and burned
alive for sinning against Allah by letting themselves get raped
against their will. She hadn’t gone beyond women like her being
forced to suck off donkeys to feed their heroin addiction or get
gang-banged by fifty men and then covered from head to toe with
their cum for a couple thousand dollars. What she had done so far
was nothing. It was amateur, small-time.

She turned her attention now to Nathan. “You,” she
said, trying to put the self-confidence in her voice she didn’t
quite feel yet. Trying to sound the way she imagined a god should.
“Come rescue him if it means so much to you.”

He looked up at her. “Ruh-really?” He wiped the snot
and tears from his face.

“Better hurry. I don’t think he can breathe in
there.”

Nathan swallowed hard again and licked his lips.
With one great effort he got up off his knees and hurried to the
bed. “Bless you,” he said, near hysterics. “You are magnificent.
You are truly a goddess.”

Gloria watched as he reached inside the whore. The
baby had stopped crying, but that didn’t dissuade his efforts. He
gently pulled the tiny feet until they were protruding from the
hole.

“You’re too slow!” she said. “Here—let me give you a
hand.”

And with that, she grabbed Nathan’s head and began
to push him inside the dead whore’s snatch. He screamed and punched
blindly, but she held him steady, slowly shoving him inside, his
head inside the cavity now. Gloria’s tremendous muscles strained as
she forced him inside the whore’s bleeding vagina, tearing it wide,
cracking the woman’s pelvic bone and separating it as Nathan’s
shoulders followed his head into the dead woman’s uterus, and then
his arms, pinned against his torso. The whore’s body was acting
like a giant anaconda, seeming to contract and expand to
accommodate Nathan’s body, tearing and splitting as Gloria forced
him farther inside. Nathan’s muffled screams echoed through the
bleeding rents in the prostitute’s abdomen. Dripping red muscle
fibers and popcorn-colored globs of fat gleamed through the large
open wounds, and through those, she could see Nathan’s face, no
longer screaming, turning blue. Gloria pushed from one end while
holding the mother’s body still with her other hand, until Nathan
was buried up to his hips inside the dead flesh.

The whore’s body had split like a cheap suit up the
middle, and mother, baby, and Nathan began to ooze out through the
gaps, a liquefying mess of blood and fecal matter. The whore’s legs
were almost perpendicular, her body split like a wishbone. The
lower half of Nathan’s body hung out from between her splayed legs,
kicking and twitching a bizarre Saint Vitus dance that made it look
like the whore was still alive and convulsing, trying to give birth
to a man-sized baby.

“Did you find him yet?” she said, laughing, crying,
breathing hard as if about to come. “Did you find him yet?” she
said louder, as if he simply hadn’t heard her. She would have been
incredibly shocked had Nathan been able to answer. She knelt down
and kissed Nathan’s lips where his face was visible between the
whore’s ruptured ribcage. One breast saturated in blood flopped on
the side of his face.

She whispered, her lips still touching his. “Still
think I’m magnificent?” Tears ran down her cheeks onto his lifeless
face.