Post by jerri on May 28, 2009 12:05:19 GMT -5
[“Different Strokes” by Syl Johnson ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQvCC75B21k ) is playing on a scratchy record player in the background of a darkened room. A man is tied to a bed, just beginning to come round. A camera is pointed at him whilst plugged into a television set.]
Gimp: Hey, I’m on TV!
[Jerri emerges from the shadows, a bag of cotton wool and a bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hands.]
Gimp: Hey, these ropes are tearing my wrists apart.
Jerri: I didn’t ask you to talk, did I?
Gimp: I’d do the zipper hand sign thing if I could.
[Jerri lunges at him and runs a knife down the middle of his chest suddenly.]
Gimp: Ow! You told me you loved me!
[Jerri dabs at the cut with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol.]
Gimp: Fuck! That STINGS!
[Jerri just chuckles to herself before continuing the bleeding line down his belly like she’s painting a picture.]
Gimp: Wait wait wait, I don’t need glasses to see where this is going. Just, please, don’t.
Jerri: I thought you wanted me to explore your nether regions.
Gimp: No, I said I wanted to explore YOUR nether regions. I’m starting to regret using such a cheap line.
[The gimp starts to squirm, turning his head violently from side to side as he tightens his eyes shut, and Jerri goes further. He starts to yell out but then stops suddenly.]
Jerri: You big baby, it was barely a scratch.
[Then she puts alcohol on it. You can imagine what sort of noise he makes.]
Gimp: You’re a fucking bitch!! You know that?!
Jerri: I couldn’t care less what you have to say; the phrase ‘sticks and stones’ is true.
[Jerri digs her knife back in, making two cuts parallel to the first and then another two outside of those. She then slashes horizontally across the five vertical ones until his torso looks like a chessboard. She bunches up an armful of cotton wool and drowns them in all the alcohol she has left and pounces on top of him. He, well, he screams again.]
Gimp: Please, wrap something cool around me! I feel like I’m on fire!
Jerri: Wait just a second, it gets even better.
Gimp: Oh shit.
Jerri: You’re going to love it.
[Jerri leaves.]
Gimp: Shit shit shit, I’m going to die.
[The gimp looks around, trying to find a way to free himself, but finds nothing.]
Gimp: Where the hell did she go?
[After a while the sound of chains being dragged along the stone floor can be heard.]
Jerri: Surprise!
Gimp: What the hell is THAT?!
[Jerri lifts up one of her favorite weapons off the floor, a razor sharp steel mesh, still coated thickly in blood and chunks of various peoples flesh (including her own).]
Jerri: I haven’t used this since I killed Scatman.
[She throws the net over him and scurries around the bed, tying each corner down. The steel cuts down into his skin as he screams a blood curdling scream.]
Gimp: Mfubpfh bfufgh futh puvfth!
[Jerri comically cups her hand to her ears.]
Jerri: What was that? I couldn’t make it out.
[The gimp spits blood at her face as forcefully as he can through the razor squares.]
Jerri: Having fun?
[She unties each corner of the net and peels it off him, revealing half inch deep squares all over his body.]
Jerri: Now that’s what I call pretty.
[She walks over to the record player and swaps over to “I Got The Blues” by Labi Siffre ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3N7C9g0eXWE ).]
Jerri: Now comes the real fun.
Gimp: Why are you doing this to me?!
Jerri: You don’t like it?
Gimp: NO!!
Jerri: Funny, and here I am starting to get jealous of you. Maybe I can play a little, you don’t mind do you?
[He half heartedly laughs.]
Gimp: Knock yourself out.
[She starts cutting her own arms and even punches herself in the face a few times. The gimp just starts to cry.]
Gimp: Why is this happening to me?
[Jerri tosses the knife aside.]
Jerri: You should be greatful, you have ME torturing you. And we haven’t even gotten started yet, so you should show some appreciation for what’s coming next.
Gimp: Oh Jesus fucking Christ, God help me. Oh father in heaven, Mary, Joseph…
Jerri: They can’t help you, they don’t exist, duh.
Gimp: I’d sell my soul to Satan right about now, he can’t possibly be any worse than you.
Jerri: Thanks sweetheart, you really touched a nerve.
Gimp: Was that a mixed metaphor?
[Jerri unties him from his restraints.]
Gimp: You’re letting me go?!
[She laughs.]
Jerri: Yeah, sure, feel free to run away.
[He falls flat on his face and writhes around in agony.]
Gimp: Why is there broken glass on your floor?!
Jerri: So I can walk around barefoot.
Gimp: You’re a freaking serial killer!!
[She hooks her hands around his armpits and hauls him up with all her strength. She props him up on her body as she handcuffs him to a chain that is attached to an adjacent wall. She does this to every limb before she starts attaching similar chains, albeit with hooks on the end of them, into the squares dug into his body.]
Gimp: Oh God, what the hell are you going to do?
[She bats her eyelashes at him sweetly.]
Jerri: This is going to be fun.
[She continues attaching hooks to him, there is a lot of them on either wall beside them.]
Gimp: Please, the pain is so bad.
Jerri: Just relax, imagine you’re slipping into a warm bath.
Gimp: A warm bath?! You mean a warm bath filled with razor blades!
Jerri: Wow, you’re making me feel dirty all of a sudden.
Gimp: Oh Christ, please somebody help me!
Jerri: It’s time to get this show on the road.
[Jerri walks over to a device on the wall with a handle.]
Gimp: Wait, that doesn’t…
[Jerri starts turning the handle and the chains starts to pull.]
Gimp: Ow!!
Jerri: Feeling the stretch?
Gimp: Oh God the pain!
Jerri: It’s about to get even better.
[She turns the handle even faster and the chains pull him every which way. The square shaped wounds also start to grow larger and bleed heavily.]
Jerri: Now that’s just uncomfortable, let’s kick it up a notch.
[The gimp screams at the top of his lungs as he is pulled in every direction with such force that his skin starts to break. Jerri has, however, used surgical precision to make sure his body stays in tact just enough not to collapse into cubes.]
Jerri: Feeling the burn?
Jerri: I knew you’d like this. Shall we continue?
Gimp: …
[She grips the handle again and smiles.]
Jerri: Now this is really going to hurt.
[She spins the handle as fast as her hands can turn it. The chains stretch the gimps ridiculously deformed body almost all the way out to the edges of the walls. He looks like a giant waffle covered in strawberry syrup.]
Jerri: I’ll be back.
[She cheerily skips up the steps and looks back with a smile on her lips and a wink in her eye.]
Jerri: Don’t go anywhere.
[The camera follows Jerri from behind as she walks through her house.]
Jerri: Where did I put them?
[She makes her way to the kitchen and snatches up a burlap sack. She runs back through the house.]
Jerri: Phew, you’re still here.
[She walks up to his quivering, mangled body and opens the sack.]
Jerri: Nothing in this world, and I mean nothing, beats Chinese fireworks.
[She starts thrusting rockets into his gaping wounds. But not just so they’re sticking out, she shoves them right in so that only the fuses are poking out. ]
[Then she ignites them.]
[Sparks fly out of the gimps body as blood starts to flow like a river. It doesn’t take long before an explosion of gore paints the room red. Jerri pulls a cigarette out of her pocket and lights it, covered from head to toe in the gimp’s mushy carcass.]
Jerri: I’ll be damned if Kevin tries to outdo me.
Gimp: Hey, I’m on TV!
[Jerri emerges from the shadows, a bag of cotton wool and a bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hands.]
Gimp: Hey, these ropes are tearing my wrists apart.
Jerri: I didn’t ask you to talk, did I?
Gimp: I’d do the zipper hand sign thing if I could.
[Jerri lunges at him and runs a knife down the middle of his chest suddenly.]
Gimp: Ow! You told me you loved me!
[Jerri dabs at the cut with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol.]
Gimp: Fuck! That STINGS!
[Jerri just chuckles to herself before continuing the bleeding line down his belly like she’s painting a picture.]
Gimp: Wait wait wait, I don’t need glasses to see where this is going. Just, please, don’t.
Jerri: I thought you wanted me to explore your nether regions.
Gimp: No, I said I wanted to explore YOUR nether regions. I’m starting to regret using such a cheap line.
[The gimp starts to squirm, turning his head violently from side to side as he tightens his eyes shut, and Jerri goes further. He starts to yell out but then stops suddenly.]
Jerri: You big baby, it was barely a scratch.
[Then she puts alcohol on it. You can imagine what sort of noise he makes.]
Gimp: You’re a fucking bitch!! You know that?!
Jerri: I couldn’t care less what you have to say; the phrase ‘sticks and stones’ is true.
[Jerri digs her knife back in, making two cuts parallel to the first and then another two outside of those. She then slashes horizontally across the five vertical ones until his torso looks like a chessboard. She bunches up an armful of cotton wool and drowns them in all the alcohol she has left and pounces on top of him. He, well, he screams again.]
Gimp: Please, wrap something cool around me! I feel like I’m on fire!
Jerri: Wait just a second, it gets even better.
Gimp: Oh shit.
Jerri: You’re going to love it.
[Jerri leaves.]
Gimp: Shit shit shit, I’m going to die.
[The gimp looks around, trying to find a way to free himself, but finds nothing.]
Gimp: Where the hell did she go?
[After a while the sound of chains being dragged along the stone floor can be heard.]
Jerri: Surprise!
Gimp: What the hell is THAT?!
[Jerri lifts up one of her favorite weapons off the floor, a razor sharp steel mesh, still coated thickly in blood and chunks of various peoples flesh (including her own).]
Jerri: I haven’t used this since I killed Scatman.
[She throws the net over him and scurries around the bed, tying each corner down. The steel cuts down into his skin as he screams a blood curdling scream.]
Gimp: Mfubpfh bfufgh futh puvfth!
[Jerri comically cups her hand to her ears.]
Jerri: What was that? I couldn’t make it out.
[The gimp spits blood at her face as forcefully as he can through the razor squares.]
Jerri: Having fun?
[She unties each corner of the net and peels it off him, revealing half inch deep squares all over his body.]
Jerri: Now that’s what I call pretty.
[She walks over to the record player and swaps over to “I Got The Blues” by Labi Siffre ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3N7C9g0eXWE ).]
Jerri: Now comes the real fun.
Gimp: Why are you doing this to me?!
Jerri: You don’t like it?
Gimp: NO!!
Jerri: Funny, and here I am starting to get jealous of you. Maybe I can play a little, you don’t mind do you?
[He half heartedly laughs.]
Gimp: Knock yourself out.
[She starts cutting her own arms and even punches herself in the face a few times. The gimp just starts to cry.]
Gimp: Why is this happening to me?
[Jerri tosses the knife aside.]
Jerri: You should be greatful, you have ME torturing you. And we haven’t even gotten started yet, so you should show some appreciation for what’s coming next.
Gimp: Oh Jesus fucking Christ, God help me. Oh father in heaven, Mary, Joseph…
Jerri: They can’t help you, they don’t exist, duh.
Gimp: I’d sell my soul to Satan right about now, he can’t possibly be any worse than you.
Jerri: Thanks sweetheart, you really touched a nerve.
Gimp: Was that a mixed metaphor?
[Jerri unties him from his restraints.]
Gimp: You’re letting me go?!
[She laughs.]
Jerri: Yeah, sure, feel free to run away.
[He falls flat on his face and writhes around in agony.]
Gimp: Why is there broken glass on your floor?!
Jerri: So I can walk around barefoot.
Gimp: You’re a freaking serial killer!!
[She hooks her hands around his armpits and hauls him up with all her strength. She props him up on her body as she handcuffs him to a chain that is attached to an adjacent wall. She does this to every limb before she starts attaching similar chains, albeit with hooks on the end of them, into the squares dug into his body.]
Gimp: Oh God, what the hell are you going to do?
[She bats her eyelashes at him sweetly.]
Jerri: This is going to be fun.
[She continues attaching hooks to him, there is a lot of them on either wall beside them.]
Gimp: Please, the pain is so bad.
Jerri: Just relax, imagine you’re slipping into a warm bath.
Gimp: A warm bath?! You mean a warm bath filled with razor blades!
Jerri: Wow, you’re making me feel dirty all of a sudden.
Gimp: Oh Christ, please somebody help me!
Jerri: It’s time to get this show on the road.
[Jerri walks over to a device on the wall with a handle.]
Gimp: Wait, that doesn’t…
[Jerri starts turning the handle and the chains starts to pull.]
Gimp: Ow!!
Jerri: Feeling the stretch?
Gimp: Oh God the pain!
Jerri: It’s about to get even better.
[She turns the handle even faster and the chains pull him every which way. The square shaped wounds also start to grow larger and bleed heavily.]
Jerri: Now that’s just uncomfortable, let’s kick it up a notch.
[The gimp screams at the top of his lungs as he is pulled in every direction with such force that his skin starts to break. Jerri has, however, used surgical precision to make sure his body stays in tact just enough not to collapse into cubes.]
Jerri: Feeling the burn?
Jerri: I knew you’d like this. Shall we continue?
Gimp: …
[She grips the handle again and smiles.]
Jerri: Now this is really going to hurt.
[She spins the handle as fast as her hands can turn it. The chains stretch the gimps ridiculously deformed body almost all the way out to the edges of the walls. He looks like a giant waffle covered in strawberry syrup.]
Jerri: I’ll be back.
[She cheerily skips up the steps and looks back with a smile on her lips and a wink in her eye.]
Jerri: Don’t go anywhere.
[The camera follows Jerri from behind as she walks through her house.]
Jerri: Where did I put them?
[She makes her way to the kitchen and snatches up a burlap sack. She runs back through the house.]
Jerri: Phew, you’re still here.
[She walks up to his quivering, mangled body and opens the sack.]
Jerri: Nothing in this world, and I mean nothing, beats Chinese fireworks.
[She starts thrusting rockets into his gaping wounds. But not just so they’re sticking out, she shoves them right in so that only the fuses are poking out. ]
[Then she ignites them.]
[Sparks fly out of the gimps body as blood starts to flow like a river. It doesn’t take long before an explosion of gore paints the room red. Jerri pulls a cigarette out of her pocket and lights it, covered from head to toe in the gimp’s mushy carcass.]
Jerri: I’ll be damned if Kevin tries to outdo me.