This is a freaky horror story that a friend of mine wrote. I asked if I could post it here and he said ok, so here it goes. I know the spacing is out of whack.
Be warned, it is quite disturbing.
Did you hear about the man who wanted to Become his boss? They weren't
friends, they weren't enemies, but he had a deep admiration for his
boss; we'll call the boss Jake. He'd spy on Jake, always trying to get
an insight into The Jake. Rummaging through the trash, sodomizing his
pets, the normal investigation for the truly Devoted. But his Work was
all in Vain. Growing increasingly frustrated this man turned to
self-mutilation with insects as an escape. During one episode the man
used fire ants to ease his seething Mind. Unfortunately for Jake the
man had a hallucinogenic reaction to the venom. The man went into a
horrible shock, coughing up blood and losing all bowel and bladder
control. But don't be fooled by the man's outward appearance. For in
his Mind he was thinking as clearly as ever. He needed to Become one
with Jake. Blood, hair, personality, virtues, vices, all had to Become
Jake's. That's what he was missing from his life, which seemed more
like a mission, now. He had discovered all of Jake's mannerisms, but
still needed Jake himself to complete the ritual of Becoming. The man
knew exactly how Jake exited his office building each night, at about 2
am, and where he would be most vulnerable. He came up from behind with
a crudely sharpened pole and stabbed Jake behind the knee. Hearing the
cries of pain the man winced in sorrow; after all, he wasn't a bad guy
at heart. But he had a job to finish. The man drove the pole,
embedded
in Jakes knee, to the ground, turning it in a clockwise motion to rip
out any remaining tendons. The man then grabbed Jake's head, that now
looked like a shining pearl, a monument to all that is beautiful in the
world, and repeatedly thrust it onto a concrete surface until he was
satisfied Jake was unconscious. You see, Jake needed to be alive to
finish the ritual of Becoming. It took almost no time to get Jake home
and into The Chair. Time flies when you're having fun. He then
started
to peel off Jake. At first it seemed harmless enough, starting with
clothing until Jake was completely nude. Setting the clothes aside for
later review, he still needed a better view of Jake. So he shaved Jake
from head to foot. Unfortunately for Jake he became conscious again.
Jake slowly looked around his new environment. His mind was still
slightly concussed, but it was slowly dawning on him what was going on.
That is when the screams started. He was in no physical comfort, yet,
save for his injured knee, and a dull throbbing in his head. Jake, who
was now almost completely aware of his surroundings, lashed out at his
restraints and with a string of half coherent insults. The man heard
what he could only describe as an aria from a divine being. But there
was still Work to do to Become. The man moved closer to Jake. His
body
language seemed almost flirty. He knew that to Become Jake he had to
Change Jake. He used his teeth like a sculptor uses a chisel and
hammer, taking off various bits of Jake's anatomy that were no longer
necessary. His face received the majority of the attention. Both ears
were digested, along with the tongue and the lower part of the nose.
He
took a moment to rest on the floor just in front of Jake. He stared at
Jake like a child would stare at a statue of Zeus. Jake was not simply
the man's boss, he was his master, no, his god. A concentration, an
idol, of all that is wonderful to have and to hold in this world. He
noticed that he was in the perfect position for the next step in
Changing Jake. Jake's legs were woozy from blood loss, and easily
splayed open. He looked down at Jake's blood soaked groin in disgust.
The man thought it was possibly the one thing that could be considered
a
flaw in his god. At this time he remembered one of Jake's favorite
answer to a clogged sewage line, "If there is some disgusting crap in
there, just reach in and pull it out." And so the man did. For a
while
Jake had been quiet from a combination of blood loss and resigning to
the fact that he was going to die. His screams were now renewed. The
man decided not to eat the genitals because it was the part that was
considered flawed on Jake, and it seemed a bit gay, and fagots were
sick. He put Jake's genitals in a jar filled with vinegar, then he set
the jar about three feet behind Jake with the clothes and shaved hair
covering the jar, to give Jake some decency. It was now 8 am and the
man decided to take a break from his work. He took a shower, he
changed
his clothes. He went to a local Weis to get breakfast. When he
returned blood loss had killed Jake, as expected. It was now time for
the final part of the ritual. He unstrapped Jake from The Chair and
set
him on the ground. He then positioned Jake with his chest on the
ground
and legs and arms spread out, like the DaVinci drawing. He reached for
a pair of scissors and cut a perfect line between the nape of the neck
and the buttocks. Then he made two smaller lines starting from the
center of the upper back toward the shoulders, in a "V" pattern. He
then, as gently as a gardener would peel back the petals on a rose,
removed the skin from Jake, every now and then stopping to cut
connective tissue. The man later thought this process resembled a
butterfly exiting his cocoon, starting first with the head and upper
body, saving the legs for last. But unlike a butterfly it was not what
was inside the cocoon that is important, but the cocoon itself. The
man
now had what he wanted, he could now Become Jake. He wanted to put
everything on, right then and there, but looking over at the pile of
clothes discovered that they were tainted with blood from the
extraction. He casually went over to the pile of clothes, with a smile
on his face. The man knew that the hard work was over. All he needed
to do now was find the style and size of clothes to complete his
Becoming. He went over to Kmart, with a normal happy complexion, to
buy
replacement clothing and sewing needle and thread. When he got home he
went to the bedroom to change into his new clothes, the ones that he
would wear for the rest of his life. The man moved the gun off his bed
so it would not get lost under his clothes after he threw them on the
bed. He thought he would need the gun in the abduction, in case things
went sour and he needed a little more force. The man smiled at himself
for having so perfectly planned the abduction that he never needed to
use the gun. He went back to work on the Jake suit with needle and
thread to patch up the holes in the knee that he unfortunately had to
make. After finishing the minor chore he collected the cloth part of
the Jake suit and noticed the size on the belt and how narrow the
shoulders were on the shirt. The man sighed and knew he'd have to make
some adjustments. He never tried on the clothes in the changing room
because they were not for him, but for his Changed self. He knew his
body was bigger than Jake's, but he didn't realize how much, until now.
There was no time for conventional surgery so he picked up a filleting
knife and an apple corer and went to work. After working for an hour
in
intense agony he was now ready to fit into the Jake suit. He wasn't
stupid, he cauterized the wounds so he wouldn't bleed to death. The
man
was a bit wobbly after having cut off some of his toes. This did not
stop him from getting into the Jake suit. It was still a bit tight in
places, but it would have to do until he healed and could work more.
He
gazed at himself in the mirror. The man had Changed. It took him
longer than most to finally hear the sirens. A pool of blood, a
missing
person, and a video camera in the parking lot tend to be condemning
evidence. There was no time to regret his hasty actions. His only
mission was to stay Jake. The man knew that the police would arrest
him
and take off his suit, if given a chance. So he picked up his gun from
behind the curtain and fired a few warning shots. This would make the
damn pigs think twice before coming in and taking off his Jake suit.
The man frantically ran around his house, looking for a chink in the
armor, but he was surrounded. The man thought he could never go back
to
his old life, now. He could never revert back to the old ways. He had
to stay the Jake. There was only one escape, and it was in his right
hand. The man heard the damn pigs breaking down the door, so he got on
his knees. He found it hard to put the gun in his mouth because of all
the laughing, but he still managed. The bullet did not kill him
instantly. This was no surprise, considering how much the gun was
shaking from the convulsive laughter. The man's brain was a shattered
and doomed shadow of it's former self. It could no longer feel pain or
anger or long term memory. It no longer thought it had Changed into
Jake, but was always Jake, and will always be Jake. For about 30
seconds Jake was in a magical place. He could feel the power of god
lifting his spirit and accepting him.
Sleep well.
Be warned, it is quite disturbing.
Did you hear about the man who wanted to Become his boss? They weren't
friends, they weren't enemies, but he had a deep admiration for his
boss; we'll call the boss Jake. He'd spy on Jake, always trying to get
an insight into The Jake. Rummaging through the trash, sodomizing his
pets, the normal investigation for the truly Devoted. But his Work was
all in Vain. Growing increasingly frustrated this man turned to
self-mutilation with insects as an escape. During one episode the man
used fire ants to ease his seething Mind. Unfortunately for Jake the
man had a hallucinogenic reaction to the venom. The man went into a
horrible shock, coughing up blood and losing all bowel and bladder
control. But don't be fooled by the man's outward appearance. For in
his Mind he was thinking as clearly as ever. He needed to Become one
with Jake. Blood, hair, personality, virtues, vices, all had to Become
Jake's. That's what he was missing from his life, which seemed more
like a mission, now. He had discovered all of Jake's mannerisms, but
still needed Jake himself to complete the ritual of Becoming. The man
knew exactly how Jake exited his office building each night, at about 2
am, and where he would be most vulnerable. He came up from behind with
a crudely sharpened pole and stabbed Jake behind the knee. Hearing the
cries of pain the man winced in sorrow; after all, he wasn't a bad guy
at heart. But he had a job to finish. The man drove the pole,
embedded
in Jakes knee, to the ground, turning it in a clockwise motion to rip
out any remaining tendons. The man then grabbed Jake's head, that now
looked like a shining pearl, a monument to all that is beautiful in the
world, and repeatedly thrust it onto a concrete surface until he was
satisfied Jake was unconscious. You see, Jake needed to be alive to
finish the ritual of Becoming. It took almost no time to get Jake home
and into The Chair. Time flies when you're having fun. He then
started
to peel off Jake. At first it seemed harmless enough, starting with
clothing until Jake was completely nude. Setting the clothes aside for
later review, he still needed a better view of Jake. So he shaved Jake
from head to foot. Unfortunately for Jake he became conscious again.
Jake slowly looked around his new environment. His mind was still
slightly concussed, but it was slowly dawning on him what was going on.
That is when the screams started. He was in no physical comfort, yet,
save for his injured knee, and a dull throbbing in his head. Jake, who
was now almost completely aware of his surroundings, lashed out at his
restraints and with a string of half coherent insults. The man heard
what he could only describe as an aria from a divine being. But there
was still Work to do to Become. The man moved closer to Jake. His
body
language seemed almost flirty. He knew that to Become Jake he had to
Change Jake. He used his teeth like a sculptor uses a chisel and
hammer, taking off various bits of Jake's anatomy that were no longer
necessary. His face received the majority of the attention. Both ears
were digested, along with the tongue and the lower part of the nose.
He
took a moment to rest on the floor just in front of Jake. He stared at
Jake like a child would stare at a statue of Zeus. Jake was not simply
the man's boss, he was his master, no, his god. A concentration, an
idol, of all that is wonderful to have and to hold in this world. He
noticed that he was in the perfect position for the next step in
Changing Jake. Jake's legs were woozy from blood loss, and easily
splayed open. He looked down at Jake's blood soaked groin in disgust.
The man thought it was possibly the one thing that could be considered
a
flaw in his god. At this time he remembered one of Jake's favorite
answer to a clogged sewage line, "If there is some disgusting crap in
there, just reach in and pull it out." And so the man did. For a
while
Jake had been quiet from a combination of blood loss and resigning to
the fact that he was going to die. His screams were now renewed. The
man decided not to eat the genitals because it was the part that was
considered flawed on Jake, and it seemed a bit gay, and fagots were
sick. He put Jake's genitals in a jar filled with vinegar, then he set
the jar about three feet behind Jake with the clothes and shaved hair
covering the jar, to give Jake some decency. It was now 8 am and the
man decided to take a break from his work. He took a shower, he
changed
his clothes. He went to a local Weis to get breakfast. When he
returned blood loss had killed Jake, as expected. It was now time for
the final part of the ritual. He unstrapped Jake from The Chair and
set
him on the ground. He then positioned Jake with his chest on the
ground
and legs and arms spread out, like the DaVinci drawing. He reached for
a pair of scissors and cut a perfect line between the nape of the neck
and the buttocks. Then he made two smaller lines starting from the
center of the upper back toward the shoulders, in a "V" pattern. He
then, as gently as a gardener would peel back the petals on a rose,
removed the skin from Jake, every now and then stopping to cut
connective tissue. The man later thought this process resembled a
butterfly exiting his cocoon, starting first with the head and upper
body, saving the legs for last. But unlike a butterfly it was not what
was inside the cocoon that is important, but the cocoon itself. The
man
now had what he wanted, he could now Become Jake. He wanted to put
everything on, right then and there, but looking over at the pile of
clothes discovered that they were tainted with blood from the
extraction. He casually went over to the pile of clothes, with a smile
on his face. The man knew that the hard work was over. All he needed
to do now was find the style and size of clothes to complete his
Becoming. He went over to Kmart, with a normal happy complexion, to
buy
replacement clothing and sewing needle and thread. When he got home he
went to the bedroom to change into his new clothes, the ones that he
would wear for the rest of his life. The man moved the gun off his bed
so it would not get lost under his clothes after he threw them on the
bed. He thought he would need the gun in the abduction, in case things
went sour and he needed a little more force. The man smiled at himself
for having so perfectly planned the abduction that he never needed to
use the gun. He went back to work on the Jake suit with needle and
thread to patch up the holes in the knee that he unfortunately had to
make. After finishing the minor chore he collected the cloth part of
the Jake suit and noticed the size on the belt and how narrow the
shoulders were on the shirt. The man sighed and knew he'd have to make
some adjustments. He never tried on the clothes in the changing room
because they were not for him, but for his Changed self. He knew his
body was bigger than Jake's, but he didn't realize how much, until now.
There was no time for conventional surgery so he picked up a filleting
knife and an apple corer and went to work. After working for an hour
in
intense agony he was now ready to fit into the Jake suit. He wasn't
stupid, he cauterized the wounds so he wouldn't bleed to death. The
man
was a bit wobbly after having cut off some of his toes. This did not
stop him from getting into the Jake suit. It was still a bit tight in
places, but it would have to do until he healed and could work more.
He
gazed at himself in the mirror. The man had Changed. It took him
longer than most to finally hear the sirens. A pool of blood, a
missing
person, and a video camera in the parking lot tend to be condemning
evidence. There was no time to regret his hasty actions. His only
mission was to stay Jake. The man knew that the police would arrest
him
and take off his suit, if given a chance. So he picked up his gun from
behind the curtain and fired a few warning shots. This would make the
damn pigs think twice before coming in and taking off his Jake suit.
The man frantically ran around his house, looking for a chink in the
armor, but he was surrounded. The man thought he could never go back
to
his old life, now. He could never revert back to the old ways. He had
to stay the Jake. There was only one escape, and it was in his right
hand. The man heard the damn pigs breaking down the door, so he got on
his knees. He found it hard to put the gun in his mouth because of all
the laughing, but he still managed. The bullet did not kill him
instantly. This was no surprise, considering how much the gun was
shaking from the convulsive laughter. The man's brain was a shattered
and doomed shadow of it's former self. It could no longer feel pain or
anger or long term memory. It no longer thought it had Changed into
Jake, but was always Jake, and will always be Jake. For about 30
seconds Jake was in a magical place. He could feel the power of god
lifting his spirit and accepting him.
Sleep well.