Splat

By Christopher Ridge

A five story collection of the sick and twisted, the demented and the fed ups of society. Stories you will not be able to unread. 

If you like gory tales of revenge and on the extreme side, this may be for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Ridge
• Release date: Nov 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386882602

Christopher Ridge

Christopher Ridge is a creature feature horror and sci-fi writer. He enjoys B horror movies, aliens, monsters and mutant insects and such. To get an idea of what his stories and short novels are like think ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES, THEM, and IT CAME FROM OUTER SPACE. He lives in Indianapolis Indiana with his wife and two sons.

Book preview

Wanted to write a sick and twisted erotic story. Of all the stories I've written this one I remember most. It was almost published in an anthology by a publication I contribute to but later they wrote me and told me they had to hold back on it. No holds are barred with this one. Pretty brutal.

FOR THE LOVE OF PAIN

Chucky was feeling exceptionally horny that day. Its been a long time since he had his fix.

Not sex. Sex was out of the question and caused too many problems. His friend, Janet showed him how he could have the similar experience and even better.

Wow was it something,

First it started with a few love taps.

A couple whacks with the hammer to the hand. Not enough to break the bones, at least not at first, but enough to leave a good bruise and a painful hand for a week or so.

Then it was the smack me in the head with a 2x4. The feeling of his head throbbing filled him with ecstasy. Blood dripping off the wood.

Yes, baby. That was awesome.

Want another?

Hit me up , baby.

I bet you want it harder.

Oh, I like it harder.

I bet you do, you prick.

What did you call me?

You heard me. Now shut your mouth and take your beating like a man.

WHACK.... WHACK..... WHACK....

Oh, God that hurts.

You're such a wuss.

My head feels like a basketball.

Looks like one too.

After that things got boring real quick. It got to the point he wanted a real good beating. Done by a professional.

I know just the place, she said. This guy will beat you to a pulp, gut you like a fish and make you take a bath in your guts. How you like them apples?

Oh, man. That sounds too good to be true.

We'll go tonight.

What's this place called?

That, my friend is a secret.

****

The pace she took him was underground. Below the sewers and it smelled like it too. Rats ran along the walls, squealing.

She banged on the door three times.

Secret code? he asked.

It's the password.

The slide on the door opened and two eyes stared back them. The slide closed and the door opened.

A large beefy giant of a man motioned for them to come in, Maggots dripped from his swollen lips.

A flashing strobe light lit up the dark room. People dressed in leather and whips, painted faces.

A cacophony of screeching guitars. Screaming. Yelling. Punching.

Whips snapping.

Leather on skin,

Flesh smacking flesh.

A couple in the corner sucked on each others necks.

Biting.

Flesh tearing.

Whatdaya think? she asks.

This is great.

Is it what you expected?

More than I expected.

That's good right?

Real good. Just what the doctor ordered.

Someone call a doctor?

Woman dressed in scrubs and wearing a face mask danced in front of him. Blood dripping from the chunks of flesh on her apron.

He was certain he recognized those blue eyes. There was a tiny tattoo of a scull and cross whips on her neck.

Everybody he looked at had it.

Even Janet. All these years he'd known her it never occurred to him to ask her what it was about.

Now he knew.

They all know your a virgin, she told him. They're going to show you a good time tonight. I hope you're ready for this.

I'm ready he said.

The doctor has some medicine for you, the doc said. Come this way.

She gave him a pill and told him to take it.

He saw Janet taking the other one and watched her go off into a another room with some guy dressed as an exterminator. So, he thought