Wrath White: Like Porno for Psychos

It was obvious the girls accepted his explanation reluctantly, skeptical of his reasoning. But G-town knew that by the time they were ready to hit the stroll again, they would have convinced themselves that he was right. It was the only way they’d be able to face the streets and they had no choice in that matter. It was either the streets or the back of G-town’s hand. Of course, they didn’t know about Cocoa yet. They would trip when they found out another one of G’s girls had been eaten. And G-town knew something none of his girls knew yet, that Desiree’ and Cocoa had not been the only girls attacked by that lunatic.

Cadillac Jim lost a girl just two nights ago. They found her with her breasts and snatch eaten away and her throat torn out. And Platinum K lost two of his hoes last weekend. They’d both been found with breasts, vagina, and buttocks completely consumed.

But G-town couldn’t let any of that mess with his money. He had a 500 dollar a night cocaine habit and a taste for French La Bleue, fine clothes, expensive cars, and opium and marijuana that went into the tens of thousands. He couldn’t allow some pussy-hungry, psycho werewolf trick to stop the flow of Benjamins.

G pulled another bottle of Absinthe from the glove compartment and began working on it. By the time the black van pulled up in front of Selena, G-town was somewhere over the rainbow.

He didn’t know if it was the opium or the absinthe, but the man behind the wheel of the van had a face that seemed to morph in and out between a piranha and a gigantic vagina with teeth. He stared at the hideous thing as it beckoned to Selena and wondered why she would even consider getting into the car with a freak like that.

Can’t she tell that pussy-face is the killer? The one who’s been eating whores out fuckin’ literally? That ho has no sense at all.

G rolled down the window and shouted for her, but it was too late. She disappeared into the van and it sped off down the street. G-town started up the Mercedes and followed them. He couldn’t afford to lose another moneymaker.

The van drove down Spruce Street, across Broad Street, and then made a left onto 11 thand another left onto Walnut. It drove a few more blocks before coming to rest in an alley beside an old recently renovated Colonial row-home. They got out and the man’s face was that of a piranha again. Two other girls got out of the van with them. Apparently, one girl was not enough. The man had a big appetite. Still, Selena was the best looking of the bunch and the man seemed acutely aware of that fact.

His eyes were huge and seemed to be lasciviously devouring Selena’s image. The rows of razor sharp teeth glistened and his gills undulated. Selena giggled and took his hand as he led her from the van into the alley and then from the alley into his house. G-town parked the E-class and followed behind. He still had the fat joint clutched between his teeth, smoking it like it was a cigarette.

There were no blinds on the tiny window in the kitchen door so he was able to watch everything they were doing from where he stood in the alley. The fish-headed trick wasn’t wasting anytime. He sent the other two whores on into the living room and kept Selena behind. He immediately began ripping her clothing off in a haphazard fury, like a child unwrapping presents on Christmas day. When her naked flesh was finally revealed, the piranha’s eyes glazed with a carnivorous lust. His serrated teeth glistened with some slimy goo that Selena still appeared oblivious to. She kissed him... right on those big fishy lips. G reminded himself to put his foot in her ass for that.

It finally occurred to G that perhaps the man’s face was really not that of a huge piranha or a rapacious vagina. Selena was a nasty freak, but even she wouldn’t kiss something that looked like that and no way Desiree’ and Cocoa would have gotten into a van with a mutant land shark. Maybe it was the opium allowing him to see through to the man’s soul. It was the only thing that made sense. Knowing the images he was seeing were not real did nothing to dispel them however. He watched in horror as the thing lowered its head between Selena’s thighs and began to feed.

He was gentle at first; lapping at her clitoris with lavish attention. His eyes swam in his head as if he was in a delirious rapture. Selena’s did too. He plunged a thick fat tongue that looked like some type of slimy pink sea slug up into her cunt and began fucking her with it, sliding it in and out and then flicking it across her swollen clitoris. Selena began to moan and scream as an orgasm built within her and then exploded, tossing her body into violent convulsions so furious it looked as if she would inadvertently snap her own neck or spinal cord. That’s when the piranha’s appetite got the better of him. G saw it coming a second before he sunk those hideous razor sharp teeth into Selena’s sweet vagina and began ripping off her labia, devouring them like some romantic fool plucking rose pedals. She loves me. She loves me not . The trick’s eyes shined with a hunger that defied reason as he consumed her salacious flower, burrowing between her thighs and chewing his way up inside her. Selena screamed and thrashed and beat at him, but he was too strong and she couldn’t shake him free.

“Motherfucker!” G exclaimed, letting the joint slip from his lips onto the floor. He broke down the door and staggered into the room with his shiny black Glock .40 pointed at the piranha’s head. Only now it looked like a pussy again and Selena looked like a blow up doll with exceptionally large vibrating orifices.

“Get your filthy hands off my ho!” G could barely hold the gun steady as the room began to swirl around him. He had to focus to keep the two in his sights. He had drunk way too much.

“Hello, son,” the piranha spoke, grinning from ear to ear with his gore-streaked maw, bloody strips of Selena’s vagina still drooling from between his fanged teeth.

“Back away from her!”

“Don’t you know who I am son?”

“I don’t know you, fool! A guy with a head that looks like a vagina with teeth? I don’t know no muthafuckas as ugly as you!”

“That’s the Absinthe talkin’. Look deeper. You know me, Tyson.”

“How did you know my name?”

“Look deeper.”

G stared at the man’s hideous countenance as he continued to chew. The man’s face lost its cohesion and began to run like melting lard. The piranha/pussy face fell away and the face beneath it swam into view. Now, G recognized him.

“Hundred Dollar Bill! You’re that old pimp from New Orleans, right? The one that hipped me to La Bleue?”

“Yeah son, but I’m more than that. Look deeper, Tyson.”

G-town stared at the old wrinkled brown face, the bushy eyebrows and goatee that were now almost completely white, the shaved head. Then he stared into the man’s cold black eyes. It was the eyes that gave him away. G remembered looking into those eyes while his own filled with tears, watching them stare down into his mother’s grave without a hint of remorse. He remembers seeing those eyes look back at him as he stood beside his mother’s tombstone watching his father drive away.

“Dad?”

The other whores came into the room now. They’d heard Selena’s screaming stop and figured it was time for them to earn their paper. They took one look at Selena’s ruined sex, the piranha’s blood-soaked whiskers, and G-town’s gun and began to scream. The piranha grabbed both of them by their throats, abruptly choking off their nerve-wracking shrieks, and turned back around to face G.

“But why? Why are you killing these girls? Why the fuck are you killing my bitches?”

“It’s about the power of creation, son, the power of a god! They have it and we don’t. What I’m doing here is taking communion, ingesting the very essence of creation. The pussy. The womb. The universe is in here, son. This ain’t just pussy here, boy. It’s heaven. It’s the motherfuckin’ house of God!”