Wrath James White presents Poisoning Eros I & II (5 page)

“Hey wait! We’ve still got that giraffe thing going!
I’m telling you, that would absolutely make your career.”

“This is not a fucking career!” Gloria shrieked.
Tears streaked her face, and she suddenly felt as if the world were
closing in on her. Something about Bill Vlad, knowing that he was
involved in what she’d just been put through. It freaked her out.
She felt haunted. Trapped.

“I don’t know what the fuck this is—” She looked
back at the overflowing Jacuzzi, at the bubbling waters that had
turned completely black. Something broke the surface of the water
and slipped silently below the murky waves. A shudder shivered up
her spine.

“But this is not a career.” She slammed the door and
sprinted to the subway without looking back.

*

The money was going fast. Gloria was getting stuck
deeper and deeper in a cycle of damnation and chemical oblivion
from which she could see no possible way of extricating herself.
Fuck something hideous and terrible. Get money. Get high. Run out
of money. Get sick. Fuck something more hideous and terrible. A
self-perpetuating downward spiral.

It had been fewer than two weeks since Gloria’s
conqueror worm orgy. The geeks were calling every other day about
that damned giraffe and Gloria was almost desperate enough to do
it. It couldn’t be much worse than the shit she’d already done.
Like they’d said, a giraffe’s dick couldn’t be that much bigger
than a donkey’s and she’d taken that mule’s entire cock in her ass.
Gloria was thinking more and more about the giraffe as her stash
dwindled.

Then Vlad began calling again. His voice always made
her feel as if she were covered in slugs. Now it reminded her of
six-foot worms hung like stallions that screamed when you squashed
them. Gloria could still hear their cries. They had almost sounded
like words but sped up like a record playing at double speed. But
that couldn’t be, because that would have meant that they were
intelligent. She was pretty certain they weren’t.

“No, Vlad.”

“And what is it you think I was going to ask
you?”

“Whatever it is, it can’t be good.”

“It is better for thee to enter into life maimed,
than having two hands to go into hell, into the fire that never
shall be quenched. Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not
quenched …
You’re in hell right now Gloria. Your fire is not
quenched. It still burns within you, consuming your soul. I can
ease that pain for you and set your worm free. I just want you to
meet an old friend.”

What the fuck is he talking about? What the hell
does that mean, “set my worm free”?

“Just want me to meet an old friend, huh? And fuck
him?”

“Of course.”

Gloria could sense him smiling through the
phone.

“What is it, a werewolf or something this time?”

“There’s no such thing as werewolves. I want you to
fuck a demon, the one you helped me release from that teenaged boy
whose flesh he was imprisoned in. He was quite impressed with your
talents and wants more. It would be worth a lot of money.”

“No way, Vlad.”

“What are you going to do? Go back to fucking
donkeys and cows? You work for me now, Gloria. Me and only me!”

Gloria hung up the phone and tried to shake the
slimy trail of Vlad’s voice off her skin. The memory of the boy
who’d unraveled beneath her as she rode his bloated and ruptured
cock came slithering in from the dark edges of her memory. She
remembered how the boy’s soul had screamed from deep within him,
only to be drowned out by the roar of the demon as it ripped him
apart in its haste to be free. She could still see the innocence in
his eyes wink out like a candle flame as his soul expired and the
evil came blazing to the fore. She’d played a part in the
destruction of that boy, had taken away his innocence with her
diseased twat, allowing the demon to take full control, allowing it
to enter the world. And now it wanted to fuck her again. Cringing
inside, Gloria stumbled up from the couch and into the bathroom to
find her heroin works.

She wrapped the surgical tubing around her left
bicep and heated up her last balloon of heroin in a spoon held over
the stove. To hell with rationing out the little junk she had left,
just to keep from getting sick. Gloria needed to get high, as high
as she possibly could. She shot her veins with all the heroin she
had left. Minutes later she was drifting away. She’d figure out
what to do for her next hit after she came down.

If only I had enough heroin to never wake up
again
, she thought, as she fell into a deep haze.

Slowly the sun slid from the sky and crashed against
the horizon, bleeding fiery oranges, yellows, and reds across the
sky and drowning Gloria’s roach-infested apartment in shadows. She
watched the pyrotechnics through a slowly dissipating drug-haze. By
the time the darkness had completely taken over the sky, she was
sober. That’s when the geeks called again.

“How about pigs? We’ve got a whole kennel full of
pigs that you could fuck for a grand.”

“A grand?”

“That’s all it’s worth. The novelty has pretty much
worn off the farm sex thing. People want to see women fucking more
exotic animals. Now if you’d do the giraffe, then we could
talk.”

“I’ll take the grand. When and where?”

“Back at the loft. Where else? Meet us here at
midnight.”

“Why so late?”

“Because it’s already ten o’clock. It’ll take you an
hour just to get here and I’m sure you want to freshen up a little
for the camera.”

Ten o’clock? Had she really been out for that
long?

“Yeah … uh … sure. I’ll be there at midnight, but no
more surprises. If I see anything that looks like you got it from
Vlad, I’m out of there—right after I kick both of your asses.”

“Don’t worry. That guy freaks us out too. I don’t
think we’ll be dealing with his ass anymore. He wanted us to hand
over all the copies of that worm tape to him. We told him to go
fuck himself. So you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Somehow Gloria doubted that. Vlad wasn’t the type of
guy to just go away. Not when he wanted something. If there was one
thing being a smack-addicted porn queen had taught her, it was that
there was always a reason to worry.

By the time Gloria’s fifteen-year-old BMW pulled up
outside the rundown old building, she was in the first stages of
heroin withdrawal. Her skin felt as if a legion of ants had crawled
beneath it. Her body temperature rose and plummeted. Gloria’s teeth
rattled while she simultaneously shivered and perspired. Her legs
wobbled as she stepped from the car and walked into the
loft/makeshift barn.

“Jesus, Gloria, you look like shit. How much weight
have you lost?”

Gloria hadn’t even noticed her body wasting away.
She looked at herself in the mirror as she undressed. Her
cheekbones were sharp and prominent, her ribcage jutted from her
skin, and her eyes had sunken deep into her skull. Even her knees
and elbows looked sharp and knobby. She couldn’t remember the last
time she’d eaten. All the drugs she’d been consuming had completely
sapped her appetite.

“You look sick. Are you all right?”

“Do you have any toot? Any blow?”

“Sure. You want some X too?”

“Why not?” She shrugged.

Gloria snorted the blow and dry-swallowed two pink
tabs of X. The geeks led her to the pigsty where three
four-hundred-pound hogs wallowed in mud and excrement.

“Just get in there and do your thing. Oh, and
afterwards you get to suck us off too. Just like old times.”

Gloria turned away to stare at the pigs. Somehow she
found them less distasteful.

It took a while to get the pigs in the mood. Gloria
sucked their mud-streaked cocks and jacked them off until they
finally got the hint and began trying to mount her.

“Okay, roll camera!” Jordan shouted as the largest
of the hogs clamped his hooves around Gloria’s waist and slid its
long slender cock inside of her.

“Suck the other one off while that one is fucking
you!”

“Look like you’re enjoying it, will you? Let it cum
on your face. Now lick your lips!”

“See if you can get it to tit fuck you. Get the big
one to fuck you in the ass. Turn and spread your ass-cheeks for the
cameras so we can see. Stick out your tongue. Yeah, perfect. Hold
that pose. Don’t wipe it off. Let it drip down your chin.
Perfect!”

They filmed for nearly an hour, with Gloria taking
inch after inch of hog-dick in her mouth, ass, vagina, and between
her big plastic tits. The camera zoomed in on her as she rose from
the hog pen to show the mud and swine semen dripping from her
various orifices.

“You know, that was pretty good. I think we can sell
this,” Colin said.

“Yeah, it’s okay. But it’s not going to make us
rich. They show this type of shit on every other website. People
come to our site looking for something special, not just another
slut sucking up pig sperm.” Jordan looked at Gloria with disgust
and disappointment etched on his face.

“Are we done now? Because I’m tired and I really
need to score before I crawl out of my skin.” Gloria was standing
naked in the middle of the room, trying to clean the mud and semen
off her body with two filthy beach towels.

“I need something to wash that taste out of my
mouth. Those fucking things tasted terrible. I’ll never eat bacon
again.”

“Get her something to drink, Colin. Then maybe we
can discuss the next scene.”

“What next scene? You wanted me to fuck the pigs—I
fucked the pigs! Now just give me my thousand bucks so I can get
out of here.” Gloria was starting to get that claustrophobic
feeling again, like enemy forces were ringing her in.

Jordan nodded. “Just relax. It’s not about the
giraffe. I’ve got something else lined up and I’m willing to pay
you almost as much. I’ll get us some coffee and we’ll discuss it.”
He looked across the room and back at Colin. “Who’s that?”

Gloria glanced up, looked across the room to see
what Jordan was talking about.

Oh no.

She hadn’t seen him in more than three months, but
she’d heard his voice crawl through her phone just last night,
aurally molesting her. The ring of red hair around his bald head,
the ridiculously oversized gut hanging over his belt, that
handlebar mustache, those cold black eyes, and those sharpened
teeth were unmistakable. Her own personal Satan. Suddenly Gloria
felt as if the air within the barn was beginning to cook, the
oxygen being sucked out. She swooned and fell back against the
pigsty.

Colin glanced up from watching the recorded footage
on the tape and shook his head. “It’s that fucking Vlad guy. The
one who sold us the worms.”

“What the fuck’s he doing here?”

Colin raised an eyebrow, shrugged.

“Hey, man—I told you we don’t have any more use for
your services. So what the fuck are you doing on our set?” Jordan
hadn’t moved at all, and Gloria suspected Jordan must have sensed
something. After all, Vlad was rather formidable.

Vlad approached them, ignoring Jordan’s question and
focusing directly on Gloria, shaking his head as he walked. “I’m
very disappointed. Very. Gloria, my sweet. What did I tell you the
last time we spoke?”

Gloria pulled the towel closer to her body, almost
hugging it, as if it could shield her. It draped across her
breasts, covered her torso.

“I seem to remember telling you that you work only
for me. Am I mistaken? Did I not say this to you?”

“I, um.” Gloria swallowed. She didn’t know what to
say to him—was his question rhetorical? Did he know exactly what
he’d said to her—as she knew? Of course she remembered him saying
that, had thought it strange. But should she admit it to him?

Colin approached Jordan and stood beside him, arms
crossed over his chest, facing Vlad. “My partner asked if he can
help you. You haven’t answered.”

Vlad smiled, revealing his razor-like fangs, and
Colin backed up a step. “I was talking to Gloria. Surely you
fellows have better manners than that.”

Colin nodded, lower jaw unhinging slightly.

“Good. I was beginning to worry.” Vlad turned back
to Gloria. “Let’s go.”

She rose up from the floor and snatched her folded
clothing from a chair.

“Hey, wait a sec,” Jordan said, shaking his head as
if waking from a deep sleep. “Gloria’s working for us. I don’t know
if you’re her pimp or her goddamned father and I don’t care, but
you can work out the money with her later. Right now we’re making
movies.”

Vlad cocked his head. “Is that so?” He walked over
to one of the tripod-mounted cameras, looked through the lens, and
then turned the camera toward the men and switched it on. “Let’s
film then.”

Vlad slowly turned his head until he was facing the
three hogs that had been released from the pen. He raised his hand
and nodded, and the hogs raced across the room, sliding along
animal feces and piles of straw, their hooves clicking when they
made contact with the hardwood floor.

The men barely had time to scream as the hogs
attacked in a mad frenzy, knocking Colin and Jordan to the floor,
tearing at them with frothing jaws, biting into their faces,
ripping out their throats. The men were shredded into
unrecognizable pieces.

Gloria’s shock was broken and she doubled over to
vomit.

When the hogs were finished, they sat obediently
beside the body parts and waited, as if for Vlad to make another
command.

Vlad ignored them, took Gloria’s hand, and led her
into the street and away from the loft.

*

“You smell like pig shit,” Vlad snapped, pulling
Gloria through darkened streets, tripping over litter strewn about
on the sidewalk. “Is that what you like? To smell like pig
shit?”

Gloria stopped, yanked her hand away from Vlad’s
grip. “Fuck off!” She pulled her hand against her body and massaged
the wrist. “You don’t own me. No matter what you think.”