THE DECLINE OF THE
“Pauli, you shoulda
heard the bitch scream and
plead and shit. Man, I got another bitch lined up. Come on along with me
tonight and enjoy the fun.” Pauli’s skinny little body and shoulder length
dirty hair gave him the appearance of a wet rat.
you gotta stop that shit. I
saw it on the news a while ago. They’re callin’ you the “Midnight Sadist”. They
claim you already did six. Cops are gonna be out in force tryin’ to catch your
ass.” Wilbur, his shaved head glistening with nervous sweat, tamped out his
joint in a tabletop ashtray.
“You think them dumb
cops got enough sense to
bring me down? Bullshit, man.”
“Hey, this bitch I’m
gonna do tonight lives
alone, vacant lot behind her house, damned careless about strutting around
inside buck nekked. She wants me to fuck her up, see.” Wilbur scribbled down
the address on a scrap of paper and tossed it on the kitchen counter. “You get
a boner, man, jes’ drop by about midnight.”
Wilbur had stooped in weeds
behind the house
for nearly an hour. The brunette chick had moved about the house, shades up,
first in a robe, then nude. “Look at them tits,” he mumbled to himself. Then he
saw her sitting at a kitchen bar, sipping a drink. She’d put the robe back on, but
she was still beautiful.
Wilbur crept to the back
trying the knob. Incredibly, it was unlocked. He stepped quietly into the
kitchen. The victim’s back was toward him.
“Ready to meet the
Midnight Sadist, bitch,” he
said, trying to growl like the animal he was.
She turned. He was startled
to see she was even
more attractive up close. “Well, hello, baby,” she smiled. “You don’t have to
be concerned. I like it rough. My friends call me outright kinky.” She slid off
her stool, allowing the robe to open brazenly. “Would you like a drink before
we have a good time? I think you’re gonna be able to satisfy me just fine.”
Wilbur stood, mouth agape
as she stepped to the
fridge, came away with a bottle of red wine, and filled a glass on the bar. He
reached out and fondled her, then took a bar seat and drank his wine. He
realized he had become very excited. He first felt lightheaded, then dizzy…very
As Wilbur slowly regained
his senses, he
realized he was spread-eagled on a metal table, his hands and feet attached
with electrical wire which cut into his flesh.
He was naked, a gag stuffed in his mouth in what appeared to be a
The brunette, now nude,
was holding an
extension cord, plugged in overhead. Then he saw the business end was only bare
wires. She touched the wires to his crotch. Beneath the gag, he tried to
“Wakey, wakey, Wilbur,
honey. You need to be
wide awake.” She gave him another two seconds of the wires. “I know your name
cuz’ you dumb bastard, you were carrying a wallet. Bet that’s you mama’s place,
just a few blocks away?”
Wilbur shook his head frantically.
the wires to his armpit. “Not nice to lie, you little prick. When I’m done with
you two, I’ll visit mama and give whoever is in her house some of this.” She
dug the electricity into his navel.
Wilbur twisted in spasms
of agony. “My God,
had she said two?”
Then he heard groans. As
he twisted his head
sideways, he gasped in horror. His brother, Pauli, was spread, feet and hands
bound to the corners of a table next to his. She suddenly yanked the gag from
Wilbur’s mouth. “Yes, Wilbur, your loving brother showed up as I was getting
you fixed up on my table. Said he was concerned for you. He should be, Wilbur.
I gave him a little wine, and now he’s all ready for a little fun, too” She
stepped around to the next table and gave Pauli two hits with the bare wires.
Pauli’s muffled scream couldn’t escape his gag.
Wilbur sobbed. “Please,
miss, I really ain’t
that midnight sadist guy, honest. I was jes sayin’ that shit. Please,
lemme go.” He urinated on the table.
She jabbed him in the crotch
with the extension
cord again. “Remember, baby, not nice to lie…or pee on my table.”
He shrieked again, then
sobbed, “Oh my god.”
“Wilbur, the young
lady the Midnight Jack Off
butchered night before last was my little sister. She must have suffered. I’m
sure you enjoyed the shit outta that. Now it’s time to pay for your
Frantically, Wilbur blurted,
Godammit, I’m the Midnight Sadist, but I ain’t did that one, honest. Lemme go
now dammit! Please lemme go!”
“Let your ass go,
you little fuck? How ‘bout
little brother Pauli here?” She gestured to the next table.
“Fuck Pauli. Jes’
let me go. You can fuck him
up all you want.”
She waved a kitchen knife.
“Shame on you,
Wilbur. I told you I like it rough…except that I’m a pitcher, not a catcher. I
originally planned to carve on you two a couple of hours or so. But I just
visited my dentist who said my teeth were very good. I’ll just use those pearly
fuckin’ whites until I lose my taste for the pair of you, if you follow my
She turned back to Pauli,
leaned down and bit
off part of his left ear. Pauli stained to scream through his gag. She spat the
ear in Pauli’s face and turned back to Wilbur. As she leaned down to his crotch,
he screamed in anticipation. “Wilbur, darling, I’m glad I had this basement
soundproofed.” She stuffed the gag back in his mouth.
“And Wilbur, I want
you to feel the same
gratitude as I do toward the nervous hospital for letting me out early. They
were so nice to tell me I was cured. Guess they fucked up a tiny bit? Stupid
shrink suggested I was some kinda
damned vampire. What did he know? I just like my meat rare. One thing I learned
from another inmate was to always do this buck assed nekked. Keeps your clothes
close to Wilbur’s crotch, she smiled sideways at his terrified eyes. “Wilbur,
please remind me before I finish here to make sure your little mama back at her
little house is gonna get the same as you.” She bent back down. “Except she has
no little pecker to chew off.” She smiled and showed bared, long white teeth.
Clifton, forty years a cop, has been shot at, shot,
stabbed, lied to and about, and often misunderstood. He currently lives on a
dusty north Texas ranch, where he doesn’t give a damn if school keeps, or not.
Clifton has published approximately 120 short fiction pieces, including upwards
of fifty in Bewildering Stories Mag. He currently has three novels
available through Amazon and other outlets: Nights on Fire, Murdering
Homer, and Dragon Marks Eight. He blogs at
Lyon is an illustrator for horror/sci-fi and pulp fiction websites
and magazines. She is also founder and senior editor for the independent
poetry publisher, Subsynchronous Press. An SFPA Rhysling Award nominated
poet, her poems have appeared in journals such as Eternal Haunted
Summer, Jellyfish Whispers, Scfifaikuest, Illya’s Honey,
and Red River Review, as well as numerous
anthologies. Her short stories have appeared recently in Night
to Dawn, Yellow Mama, Black Petals, Sirens Call, and Tales
from the Moonlit Path, among others, as well as in numerous horror
anthologies such as Night in New Orleans: Bizarre Beats from the Big
Easy, Thuggish Itch: Viva Las Vegas, and White
Noise & Ouija Boards. She appeared, briefly, as the uncredited
"all-American Mom with baby" in Purple Cactus Media’s 2007
Arizona indie-film, "Vote for Zombie." Having lived in France,
Brazil, Canada, and several states in the US, she now resides in southern