Discount

 

I lie awake in bed.  I know what is about to come through that door.  My anus 

puckers with every passing thought.  The shadows play tricks on my already 

damaged psyche.  Is that him?  No, it's the potted plant.  Everything seems 

to mimic his shape.

 

I see that smile, full of teeth that are better suited for straining than 

chewing.  His eyes gleam with a vile, psychotic glee.  His disheveled hair 

fans out every which way, but his eyes, they are watching me.  It's like the 

eyes take pleasure from my discomfort.  Staring into them is like staring into 

the very depths of hell.  

 

He throws off the covers and tears a hole in my tightie-whities by my asshole.  

I hear the tell-tale "tfffffft" and feel cold against my asshole.  At least 

he's lubing me up some, even if he is using WD40.  Conflicted tears stream 

down my cheek.  His pubic hair is just as unruly as the hair atop his 

horrifying countenance.  As his massive crankshaft hits my prostate, I wonder.

Did I really need that pina colada air freshener that bad?