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presents
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The Merciful Father
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by
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #46
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The Centre of Eternity : 615.552.5747 12/24 40 Megs
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Headquarters of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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Tudor Nightmare Village : 615.928.6071 3/24 ?? Megs
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To get in touch with me - Dissident (#75) Good Board
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From one hellaciously long dry-spell of January until now (April), I
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have returned. Whoopie fuck, eh? I think the whole damn group's kinda
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slacked off, but hell, 30+ files in a little over one month ain't too damn
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bad, even if it does burn everybody out...
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So, here is at least one person's glorious return to the realm of
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Toxicity, and oh what a return it is! Have a warm death...
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*^*$*@*$*^&%&#&!&#&%*^*$*@*$*^&%&#&!&#&%*^*$*@*$*^&%&#&!&#&%*^*$*@*$*^
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In from the harsh, cold, winter air at last. Bob walks in, hugging
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himself for warmth. He looks around the cathedral. Good, noone else in
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here, noone to hear.
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A slight smell of frankincense and myrrh fills his nostrils, relaxes him.
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He walks towards the man near the altar, the man in black with the white
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collar, the priest.
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"Well hello, Bob! What brings you by here today?" He knew very well
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why Bob was here. There was only one reason why anyone came to the church
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during the day on a Tuesday...not like the old days.
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"Father," he kneels, "I have need of confession. I have sinned, oh how I
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have sinned!"
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"Arise, my son, and let us go to the confessional. No sin can be so bad
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as that, to escape the loving forgiveness of our Father above."
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Bob, with obvious great effort, held back a sob. He was in pain,
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emotional, no spiritual, pain. The priest took it as a sign of the times.
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Probably ran a red light and is having a nervous breakdown over a sudden
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sense of morality...not like the old days.
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Into the small 'room'...each of them in a seperate side. The priest
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opened the small little window that was between them. Seeing Bob finally
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giving way to his tears, he closed the opening somewhat.
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Patience...he would speak when he was ready...
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"Father, what I have done is terrible...I cannot expect forgiveness!"
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"My child, God is merciful. It shall be His divine pleasure to lift the
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burden of sin from your soul! What is it that you have done?"
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Sobs wracked his body. Bob tried to speak, but could not find his voice.
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He cried; the priest waited, somewhat patiently.
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"I...I m--m--molested my..the..our baby, father! I looked upon its
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flesh, and I did lust! Oh father I did so many unspeakable acts! I have
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commited perversion! Oh dear GOD forgive me! I couldn't control myself!
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I..I made it..I had oral sex..and..and anal...Oh father can I be
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forgiven?!?"
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The blood drained from the priest's face as Bob spoke. A baby! Their
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baby was no more than a year old! And he had MOLESTED it? How DARE he---
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but..he had come for confession..
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"My son, I must admit, this is a most grevious sin... But it was the
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devil, Satan himself!, that made you do this terrible act! Do you repent of
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this sin?"
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"Oh YES dear God I repent I repent yes oh Jesus I'm so sorry!"
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Bob was bordering on the hysterical..he had to get this over with quick
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before Bob snapped on him..
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"By the power given unto me by God in Heaven who sayeth "whatever thou
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shalt loose upon the earth, so shall it be loosed by me in Heaven", I free
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thee of this sin, my son. God forgives you, for His mercy is limitless."
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For a long while, Bob simply sat and mumbled gibberish, sobbing.
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"I..Th..Thank you, father. Thank you very much... God forgives me. You
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are sure? I have done it before, father! This wasn't the only time!! Does
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He still forgive me? Does He still love me?!?!?"
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Not like the old days.
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"Yes, my little lamb, His love is unconditional. Nothing you do or say
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can seperate you from His love. Repent of they sin and ye shall be
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forgiven thy iniquities." Disgusting! Perversive!
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"Oh thank you God oh thank you Jesus dear God thank you! Father, oh
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thank you father. I will make a bigger contribution to show my thanks! Oh
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thank you so very much!" He exits and leaves the cathedral, walking as if a
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great weight has been lifted from his shoulders.
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The priest wrings his hands, the palms sweaty, his body trembling ever so
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slightly..sorrow? rage? disgust? The priest knows not, cares not.
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* * *
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Bob whistles a short tune as he drives home. The priest was probably
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right. It wasn't really THAT bad now that he thought about it. Besides,
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he'd add a little extra to the contribution, since it wasn't the average
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sin, and everything'd be taken care of.
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Ahhh, the house. He comes Lori, out of the house to greet him, holding
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their darling little baby boy. They both wave at him. He smiles and waves
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back.
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"Honey, where have you been? I called the office but they said you had
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left hours ago!"
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"I wasn't feeling all that good, so I just took a little drive out to the
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country. You know, kinda take my mind off work and everything."
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"Bad day at the company, dear?"
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"Yeah, you could say that.. No bother, I'm over it now. What's for
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supper?"
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* * *
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ring...ring...ring...
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damn that accursed phone...
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ring...ring...ring...
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it's fucking 3am, who's calling?
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"Hell-the-fuck-o, this better be important!"
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"Child molestor!" The whisper is harsh, but soft. Apparently from a pay
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phone. Wait...how did this guy know?
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"Who is this? Who the fuck IS this?"
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"Bastard son of the devil! Sinners are cast into the fire for eternity!"
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"What do you want?" A whimper crept into Bob's voice. He had only told
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the priest, but he wouldn't be doing this. Someone must have heard, he must
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have told, oh God no, if this got to his co-workers he'd lose his job!
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"I want you like you want your little baby, lust-monger! <CLICK>"
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The dial tone split through his skull.
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Someone knew what he had done.
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The calls continued for several nights. Never did they awaken Lori, for
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he was never asleep. He knew the calls would come and answered the phone as
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soon as it began to ring. He lost sleep, and when he did sleep, his dreams
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were nightmares, filled with scenes of what he had done to his child.
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Then suddenly, they stopped. The calls simply stopped.
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But the next day, the letter came. It was written in crayon, with a
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painful color scheme and sloppy writing that only a child could love.
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"I know what you did. I'm going to tell your wife and your boss. I'm
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going to report you to the police. Vilest of devil spawns, you deserve to
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die for your acts!"
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He burned the letter and flushed the ashes. Now it was coming in the
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mail. If Lori happened to open a letter addressed to him..or if it was
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addressed to her! Oh Jesus, his whole life could fall apart!
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More letters came. All said basically the same thing. Someone, somehow,
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had known what Bob had done, and apparently wanted to avenge the child.
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But, like the calls, the letters eventually stopped coming. Two weeks
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passed. Never did the priest act any differently than normal, so it was not
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him. Who? Perhaps it was no matter..he had changed his number and the
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calls no longer came. The letters no longer appeared in his mailbox. Maybe
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his tormentor was going to leave him be.
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"Oh SHIT I'm late!" Bob hurriedly gathered his briefcase together and
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grabbed a cup of coffee. He rushed to the door, kissing Lori on the way
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out. "I'll be late tonight, I've got some paperwork to finish before the
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meeting tomorrow."
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He quickly got into his car and drove off, heading for the office.
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He headed for the highway. Luckily there wasn't much traffic now; he was
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racing along at optimum speeds.
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A red light! Damn! He pressed down on the brake pedal. It gave a bit.
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No brakes! They were working a bit ago! Oh shit, if he'd been paying
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attention! He had noticed they were getting worse and worse!
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Frantically he pumped the pedal, a big truck was coming, its horn
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blaring. His car didn't slow, the brakes were totally gone. Into the
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intersection - the truck smashed into the rear of his car spinning him
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wildly around down the highway - he slammed on the emergency brake and the
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car skidded some more - sliding to a stop in the middle of the road.
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"Are you a fucking IDIOT?!? You goddamned son of a bitch! Look what you
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did to my truck! I had the fucking light you pig shit!"
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"M..my my brakes went out! I..I'm sorry!"
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"Yeah! You better fucking be sorry! I'm gonna sue your ass, mister!"
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Bob unconsciously scribbled down his insurance company onto a business
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card and gave it to the raving truck driver and drove away as best he could,
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slowing down with the emergency brake.
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Eventually he made it home.
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He sat in his driveway, stunned into silence.
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This was no coincidence. Whoever had been harrassing him was now trying
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to kill him. Should he report it to the police? COULD he report it to the
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police? The person could easily turn him in for molesting his baby if he
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went to the police! Would they believe any story he could come up with?
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Bob came to a sudden realization. He was fucked.
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Lori had begun to worry about Bob ever since the accident. He had been
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very jumpy, and very paranoid. He started at the slightest noise, and
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always looked behind him wherever he went. He was afraid to be alone, and
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yet afraid to have anyone around him.
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And he would not explain what was wrong. He would change the subject
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whenever she brought it up. Something was bothering him, and he did not
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want her to know. Well...he must know best.
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"Yeah, I've noticed it, too! He's been a real nut case lately!"
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"Hey, I heard Jim's thinking of--"
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the conversation was interrupted as the subject of the discussion walked
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into the office. Bob.
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Everyone at work had noticed his strange behavior of late, and quite
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frankly had begun to think maybe the job was getting to him. Must be his
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nerves, or so everyone had come to think.
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Bob worked as best he could, trying to keep his mind focused, yet
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constantly wondering if his tormentor and would-be assassin was in this same
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room with him. They stared at him, all of them. Maybe they already knew.
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Maybe all of them knew what a terrible thing he had done. Whoever it was
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that tormented him must have told them. It would be in the papers. He
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would lose his job, then the police would arrest him and he'd spend the rest
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of his life in prison.
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He had begun to chain smoke.
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The phone rang.
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"Bob Peterson's desk. Bob here."
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"Hi Bob." It was the same whisper.
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"H-hello. W-who are you? What do you want from me?"
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"You better come home Bob. Something's wrong with Lori."
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Bob felt his heart stop as he heard the muffled scream of his wife. That
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bastard was in his house! Lori!
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He hung up the phone and ran from the building - as quickly as he could
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he got into his car and raced home, hoping he would not be too late - oh God
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do I deserve this? I repented oh Jesus why is this happening to me?
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Slide into the driveway - jump from the car and run into the house -
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screaming for Lori, but no answer - up the stairs and to the bedroom
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In the middle of their bed, soaking up a puddle of her own blood, lay the
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corpse of his beloved, Lori, an ice-pick through her heart.
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"Oh God Lori! Lori Lori Lori Lori!!!" He went to the bed and picked her
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body up, held it close and rocked back and forth, repeating her name over
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and over. "Oh please be alright please be ok oh God help her help her!"
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He knew she was not breathing. Her heart was not breathing. She did not
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move. She was dead, and he knew it very well.
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Shock settled into his mind, when suddenly he realized something that
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horrified him even more! She was nude! Oh God she must have been raped
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too! Oh Jesus why did this happen?!?!?
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Then the shock left him; the sorrow left him.
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He was angry.
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He had been tormented and harrassed, someone had tried to kill him and
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had now killed his love. Someone would pay.
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"You will PAY!!! Do you hear me?!?!?!? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!!!!!"
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He screamed as loud as he could, releasing everything he felt inside into
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the words.
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"I think not, baby fucker."
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Bob turned around to face the bearer of the voice, behind him and in the
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doorway. There stood the priest. Shock once again settled into Bob's mind.
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A priest? The father he had confessed to! The father that had listened to
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countless confessions! A vigilante priest?
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"Your baby is dead, too."
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"You bastard!" He somehow got those two words out before he choked up.
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"How does it feel to be the victim of a great evil, Bob? Does it hurt?
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Imagine how that baby felt. You, its FATHER, doing the sin of sins to him!"
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Bob could only stare.
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"Do you want to live, Bob? Do you want to continue living, perhaps turn
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me in and avenge the death of your family? Or would you prefer to die now,
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Bob? Do you want me to kill you now?"
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It was too much for his strained mind to take. Bob passed out.
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When he awoke, he found that he was having difficulty breathing.
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Oh, his face was in his pillow. Must have been a dream, he must have just
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been sleeping. What a nightmare!
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Then he realized that he was strapped to the bed.
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The voice of the priest broke through his panicky thoughts-
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"Good mourning Bob. This is the last one of your life."
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"Oh God please save me from this madman! What have I done? What can I
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do? I'll do anything, please oh please just don't kill me!" His voice was
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shaky; he found that he could not control his bladder any longer. Pissed in
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his pants...no...he wore no pants...he was nude.
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'I want you like you want your little baby.'
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The words came back to him, words spoken to him by the priest, on the
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phone one night when all this had started. Suddenly he knew what he must
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endure soon.
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"As you do, so shall it be done unto you."
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He felt the manhood of the priest enter his rectum and drive deep. His
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asshole screamed in pain as the shaft broke open the walls of his hole. He
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screamed, it hurt, it hurt so bad.
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"Think of how the baby felt, Bob! Feel how the baby felt!!"
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The priest banged away at Bob's ass, a small trickle of blood joining
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with the semen from the father's lovemaking.
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He tied Bob's hands and feet, unstrapped him, then rolled him over and
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strapped him down again.
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"That wasn't all you did to the baby, was it Bob? Was it?!?!"
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The priest took Bob's cock into his mouth and sucked it, sucked it hard.
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Bob could not keep the erection down. Slowly his dick grew to its full
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size, the priest giving him head all the time.
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Then suddenly Bob felt teeth sinking into his rod! The priest bit down
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hard below the head of Bob's dick! Bob roared in agony, the pain! Fire
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spread through his groin, blood running over his balls, and the priest spit
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the head of Bob's dick into his face.
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Scream after scream ripped through the air, Bob knowing a pain worse than
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any he had ever felt. The priest just stood there, at the foot of the bed,
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watching with some kind of grim satisfaction as his victim knew the
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vengeance of the Lord.
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"Oh God oh GOD oh PLEASE SAVE ME oh God oh JESUS HELP ME PLEASE!!!"
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"He does not hear the prayers of the wicked, Bob. But I do. I hear you.
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And I follow the example of my saviour, for I am indeed merciful, Bob."
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Bob choked off his screams, an uncanny calm filling his entire being.
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The priest brought forth the shotgun he had laid at the foot of the bed.
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Bob watched as the merciful father brought the gun up, aimed, somehow heard
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the shot, and knew release from the pain.
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(c)1990 Bloody Afterbirth/Toxic Shock
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