Tuesday, May 26, 2015

DISCIPLINE by A. Bitter

The security guard crouches on his knees huddled up 

against the house to elude the feathery flakes that saturate 

the air and even the closest trees. Soon the cold wet 

will penetrate his clothes and chill his body.



He can’t leave. Instead he will peer into Maitress’ house and 

see the girls’ fun morph into agony.
     
             BUT HE IS NOT ALONE!                                                   

                            THE DAY


Pierre was hired to watch 2204 Green Street. He witnesses 

the monster entrap the three young girls. He watches the 

evil one undress them, rape them, sodomize them, and does 

nothing. He knows his place, knows his job. All he can do is 

hunker down outside the picture window, riveted by the 

goings on in the teacher’s brightly lit house. He is cold and 

wet and wishes he could leave. But he’ll stay and watch the 

girls entertain themselves while he waits for his boss to 

arrive.
            
The youngest wears Maitresse’ red patent heels and toddles

precariously on the stilts. The lassies mimic their French 

teacher, make fun of her walk, the “Maitresse walk,” the

pendulum swing of her buttocks.
            
Dior powder shrouds their faces. Hot Pink blush 

paints circles on their cheeks. Magic Noir pummels 

Channel No. 5, each seeks power over the other. The
mixture fails.
        
They emulate their teacher’s eccentricities, jab Maitresse’ 

canes at the imaginary students before them. Hurl 

commands and derisions just as their French teacher does.


They drew their lips outside the lines with Lancôme Ruby-


Red. Innocent eyes are ebony ovals. Auburn tresses are 


french knots á la Maitresse. Their bodies are gowned in 


swishy satins of amethyst, pink, and black, the fabrics 


studded with rhinestones and semi-precious jewels.


Dite moi!Bête!S’il vous plait!Maintenant!”


All is wonderful.Until…His eyes round with astonishment. 


When Pierre was a child, he witnessed rape, murder and 


torture. Today is beyond that.         


The girls realize the danger. But it’s too late. Evil has 


appeared wearing a Mardi-gras mask. He augurs death.        


The devil calms them. Hopes they'll participate. Assuages 


their fears, massages them with kindness. Suggests they 


indulge in girly fun.            



“Sashay! Model Maitresse’ clothes! Dance! Pirouette! 


Perform for the rolling cameras!”
            


Pierre watches the monster seduce the three to acquiesce. 


Their fears subside. They believe they are safe. They are 


not. Pierre can see that.


The fiend bellows, exalts in his manliness, controls, 


subdues, shackles, and defiles the youngsters. The 


innocents have become his pleasure.‎‎


WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP
            

Sounds pound…the sweet lambs are killed.            


The guard observes-- and does nothing.How could he?


Wails and yawls hammer his ears. The memory of this 


horror will repeat in his mind, play again and again, a 


youtube loop that refuses to close its endless re-runs. 


Nothing will ever extinguish this nightmare.


Aghast, his unblinking eyes are consumed by what takes 


place in the brightness inside beyond the naked glass. He 


feels today’s onslaught as if to his own body.But he performs 


his job.He observes...and does nothing.


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                       DISCIPLINE by Anikola Bitter


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Monday, May 11, 2015

THE PHILADELPHIA CRIME

After a short while he hears something much worse. Yawls pierce his ears. Sounds pound like hammer blows. The heavy thuds shake the building.

These are the same noises he heard when he punched sticks into the squirrels he'd trapped then killed to see what it would be like. Tonight it stretches on and on and...    

Will it ever end?

The bellows from the young teen girls slow, then stop. The crushing noises continue but howls no longer accompany them. Whimpers and soft wails lapse into faint groans that seem to come from far away.