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...presents... Bear Trap of Love
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by Krass Katt
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>>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Steven came from a very unloving family. Although he was an only
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child, his parents were usually too busy despising each other to pay him much
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mind. His most vivid childhood memories were of sullen faces, threatening
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fists, and constant bickering. It is no wonder then, that at a very early age,
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Steve decided marriage was a trap to be avoided at all costs.
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In accordance with this resolution, Steve spent his early teenage
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years, for the most part, avoiding the opposite sex. Sure, there were moments
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when a hint of perfume or the curve of girlish hips would arouse in him that
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vague animal lust so peculiar to the pubescent male. But those lapses were
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always short-lived, for his built-in defense mechanism would soon conjure up
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pinched images of his mother's owlish face so grotesque he would turn away from
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the object of his longing with disgust.
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Strangely enough, it was this very reticence that made Steve most
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appealing to those he sought to evade. Also, by the time he was seventeen, he
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had become so darkly handsome, with his flashing black eyes and chiseled
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features, that every girl in his class longed to be the one to unlock the
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mysterious brooding that possessed him.
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At first, Steve was puzzled by the alluring glances of the girls who
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sized him up as he took his seat in History or English class. When the awful
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truth finally dawned on him, he reacted like all true masters of any game - he
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used his knowledge to conquer and destroy his opponent. Naturally, being so
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young, Steve saw these objectives in purely sexual terms.
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So began a long string of girlfriends that the found, unwrapped, an
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unwound. If this description sounds a bit cold and formulistic, it was meant
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to be, for Steve soon developed a foolproof strategy that could be described in
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no other manner.
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Invariably, each of Steve's encounters began when he permitted the
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female to make the first move. This gave his "prey" a false sense of security
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while, at the same time, making him appear vulnerable until he had gained a
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girl's complete trust. That usually didn't take long, considering his natural
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cunning and facility with the tender phrase. As some of the beraved ladies
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were to remark after his disappearance, "Steve could charm a vampire out of a
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blood bank!"
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Another useful tactic Steve learned after two or three "romances" was
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to keep his woman off guard through a mixture of sweetness and cruelty. As a
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matter of fact, it seemed that a girl became hooked on him even sooner if he
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was lackadaisical about returning her phone calls or avoided her in the halls
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at school. It was also this same enigma that made it doubly hard for him to
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dispose of a lover once he had his way with her. Each abuse he heaped upon a
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girl always made her want him twice as bad. Little did she understand this his
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strained conversation and paleness were merely manifestations of the human
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animal balking from a trap.
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Despite all the turmoil caused by his love life, Steve's senior year in
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high school went very well until a couple of weeks before the prom. At the
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time he was between girls and had to decide which lady should be given the
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privilege of taking him to the dance. He had pretty much narrowed it down to a
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pair of luscious juniors (who had been in hot pursuit for months) when the most
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peculiar thing occurred one morning before homeroom period.
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As was his custom, Steve was strolling down the hall "taking
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inventory." He was so intent on rating each girl he passed - noting her
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figure, face, and future possibilities - that it took him a while to realize
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that he, too, was under surveillance.
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Fearing that a teacher or a principal had guessed his game, he wheeled
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stiffly around, half expecting to discover a ferret-faced adult behind him.
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Instead, he found himself examining the shapeliest girl he had ever
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encountered. Such a judgment was easy to make, considering she stood framed in
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a sunlit doorway which revealed every shadowy curve of her body through her
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dress. Ironically, the same dazzling glare that highlighted her figure, also
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masked her cocked face in a blinding aura of amber light.
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As Steve took note of every delicious inch of the girl's body, he
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became instantly aroused. He started to compliment her several times with his
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old line but found his throat so unnaturally constricted that he was unable to
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speak. Disarmed in this manner, he felt almost naked himself. In fact, he was
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so uncomfortable, he never questioned why such a dainty girl should wear a
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spiked chain bracelet more befitting the Hell's Angels than a High School
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girlie.
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At last, the girl shot Steve a dazzling smile, and he began babbling
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disjointed phrases that could have made no possible sense to anyone but her.
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When he walked dazedly away a few minutes later, even he could recall only that
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the girl's name was Hester, and that HE had asked HER to the prom. He still
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had not distinctly seen her face. It's doubtful he could have resisted,
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anyway....
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On the night of the big prom, Steve was uncharacteristically
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apprehensive. He stayed locked in his bedroom all evening, adjusting his tux
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and fussing over his appearance. Finally, with the eighth chime of the hall
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clock ringing in his head, he stomped downstairs to hiss goodbye to his
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parents. He was especially uncivil to his mother when she dropped his date's
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corsage while snatching it from the refrigerator. His father's joke about him
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looking like a "stiff in a monkey suit" went over about as well.
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Even behind the wheel of the old man's car, Steve couldn't relax.
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Nothing playing on the radio satisfied him, and he skipped from station to
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station as he wondered why he had not seen his date since that morning in the
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doorway. It seemed just plain and unnatural that she hadn't called him on the
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phone or, at least, waited around for him after school. Was it possible that
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she actually planned to stand him up? How foolish he would look if he went to
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the biggest social event of the year with no lady hanging on his arm!
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Only visions of Hester's sweet, shadowy body kept Steve from totally
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panicking as he turned on to Denizen Street and headed toward the address the
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girl had given him during their only encounter. Could it be that such a
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glamorous creature actually lived in such a dingy neighborhood? He spotted her
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soot-blackened apartment house sitting dwarfed beneath the smokestacks of a
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meat processing plant. As it was, he barely noticed the reek of old blood from
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the slaughter- house next door when he leapt from his vehicle and charged up
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the front steps.
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With his pulse thundering in his temples, Steve tapped lightly on the
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front door. Although it was a muggy May night, his teeth chattered, and his
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eyes had a vague, glazed look about them. He was forced to rap more vigorously
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before he discerned the clatter of high heels approaching from inside.
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Finally, the door creaked open and Steve was blinded by a blast
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furnace-like flash of light. Only Hester's enticing voice told him he was
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indeed at the right address. He did not step inside, however, until her hot
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fingers closed about his own.
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When the boy's eyes had adjusted to the glare, he found himself
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standing in a cavernous living room, the entire back wall of which was
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dominated by a fireplace. A mantel lined with hideous ebony curious ran the
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full length of this wall. Elsewhere about the chamber were scattered various
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pieces of furniture made of polished black oak. These glistened with such
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brilliance, they appeared to generate their own light.
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Steve's eyes eventually came to rest again on Hester where she stood
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with the firelight dancing seductively on her face. Her own eyelids were coyly
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downcast, and she was attired in a black formal gown that sparkled with her
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every movement. Her plunging neckline attracted Steve like a buzzard to a
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corpse. The sinister rattling of her spiked chain bracelet went totally
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undetected beneath the lustful thudding of his heart.
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Sensing her advantage, Hester ensnared Steve in her arms and led him
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in a crude waltz around the room. At that moment, as if on cue, soft music
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began to play. Steve was so bewitched by the sensual nature of this melody, he
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lost track of the course their dance followed across the living room and
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through an adjacent hallway. The next thing he knew, Hester had released her
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embrace, retreated a step, and slipped her dress off her shoulders and onto the
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floor. By now all thoughts of the prom had slipped from Steve's mind, as well.
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Steve blinked in amazement as he drank in every slinky curve of the
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girl's naked form. At last, he realized that he was in a dimly lit bedroom,
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and that she was motioning for him to lie back on the waterbed behind him.
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When she saw that he was too numb to respond, she took his hand and ran it
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across the satin coverlet over the bed. This simple act brought him
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unspeakable pleasure and seemed to promise even more.
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With the recklessness only carnal lust can produce, Steve tumbled
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backward and reached out his hand for his lover. He hit the coverlet with a
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sploosh that made the gooseflesh thick on his buttocks. The next instant he
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felt himself sinking out of sight in a benumbing tank of dank liquid. He was
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completely out of breath by the time he touched bottom, shoved off with one
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foot, and propelled himself to the surface. When he broke water, he was
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greeted by the first real glimpse of Hester's eyes.
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A scream rattled from Steve's throat, and he sank from sight a second
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time. With the freezing water deadening his limbs, it felt like an eternity
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before he again hit bottom. When his foot finally did touch, a pair of jaws
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clamped shut around his ankle. Sharp teeth tore into his flesh, and clouds of
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blood bubbled upward past his face. In an animal frenzy, Steve kicked and
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thrashed until the lack of oxygen choked the fight out of him. Only as his
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tuxedo-clad form sagged to the bottom of the tank, did he see the bear trap
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that secured him, as well as several other unsprung traps on the bottom of the
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tank.
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Meanwhile, two crimson pupils peered expectantly downward into the dank
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pool. Just as the water quit bubbling, the faint buzz of a doorbell echoed
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from the hall. Hester glanced once more into the water, then pulled the satin
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coverlet in place over the bedframe. As she left the room to answer the door,
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her hellish eyes were cast coyly downward. Her formal black gown sparkled with
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every delicious movement of her hips.
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_ _ _____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321
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(U) |=====================================================================
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.ooM |1989 cDc communications by Krass Katt. 09/30/89-#115
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.
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