Whispers - Volume 1: A Collection

by Keane, Stuart

  "Hey, HEY. DON'T! Get away." He can't see the ants from this angle, he can only feel them crawling over his sweaty skin. His flinching does nothing, he just thrashes, antagonizing the ants further. They spread out across his body, following the soda, which has spread like a demented, brown flower.

  Nothing happens for a minute.

  Mr. Porter flinches. Then he screams.

  The ants begin to bite.

  I stand back and watch him suffer.

  It's not long before his body is covered in red spots. The ants make their way to his face. As he is pinned, he can't fight them off. Thrashing about simply annoys them, which results in more bites.

  If I had a cock, I would get a hard-on watching this.

  He screams in absolute agony and I know the ants are inside him, biting him, ruining him. A guttural noise comes from his throat as his body spasms. Blood seeps from the straw and his penis, dripping to the carpet below.

  It takes forty minutes for them to reduce him to a shivering wreck.

  Once done, I spray ant killer on the body. I pick up my scalpel and go to work.

  One Year Later

  "A thousand dollars?"

  "That's right."

  "The fee is a bit high, isn't it?"

  "I'm the best."

  The blonde woman with the pretty eyes looks me up and down. "You sure? You've only got one eye."

  "Kids love scary clowns. It's all the rage nowadays."

  She laughs, pushing her hair behind her ear. I reckon I'll be fucking her in about a month. "Yep, kids are a little weird." She hands me a cheque.

  I smile. "Thank you, this will do nicely."

  "You'd better be worth it. Jamie is a fussy kid. He had a clown before and he raved about it. His name was…Bobo…or something? Do you know him?"

  "We’re acquaintances. We chat now and then." She looks down into her handbag. As I gaze over her tight body and amazing tits, I smile. She hands me a business card. "Call me if you have any troubles."

  "Thank you, Mrs. Porter."

  "Please, call me Janine." She nods and walks away. After a moment, she stops and turns back. "Sorry, what was your name again?"

  "Chunks. Chunks the Clown."

  Mrs. Porter, newly widowed, walks off into the distance.

  I smile and laugh. A small boy comes over to me. "Can I have a balloon mister?"

  "Fuck off, kid."

  I walk away, planning my next action.

  I wasn't finished with Porter's life, not by a long shot.