Don’t you dare turn your head away!
Don’t you dare turn your head away now. You been watching me, watching my friends, and you ditched over friends twelve ways from Sunday to get your ass in this limousine. You saw my girl here at the club last week, and I could have sworn you were going to trip over yourself running to the bathroom to rub one out. For months, you’ve been trimming your look, making your style fit in and appeal more to the scene kids. You must have lost, like, thirty pounds to fit into those pleather pants you have on, baby. Your ink is still fresh and bright; those nipple piercings still healing.
You mutilated yourself, baby. You damn near killed your own identity just so the crowd would think you were one of them… better than them. You filled your skin with poisons. You cut away at your flesh. You starved yourself, painted yourself, and you rebuilt your entire wardrobe. Those stupid retro sunglasses and that fuzzy vest took money for you to put together. Your outfit’s so new, I don’t think you even had time to take off all the goddamned tags.
All of this just so you’d fit in. All of this so you could belong to the crowd and forget yourself. All this wasted time, wasted life, just so you could fit some goddamned demographic.
When you saw the limo door open, you must have thought you hit the damned jackpot. Finally, those elusive scene queens that only bother to show up every few months were giving you the time of day. Yeah, you thought that open door was an invitation for a night out you would never forget, didn’t you? Well, guess what, darling… You did win the goddamned jackpot, since I know you’re never going to forget tonight.
My girl in the latex piece over in the corner? Yeah, she’s got it pretty rough. She missed Purgis but couldn’t stand going another few weeks hiding herself away from giving some head. That caught your attention, didn’t it, little buckaroo? It’s not what you think. My girl over there… all of us, really… have this condition. When she peels off that latex suit and gimp mask, you’re going to see.
There she goes…
Look at that! Don’t turn away. That puss, those sores… That’s what we all look like when you rip away the bullshit, baby. Once you get a long look at someone, a real good look at them, no matter how hard they work to hide their flaws, deep down you can see people for what they really are. We are all just rotting piles of flesh, dying slowly, baby. Once you can look past the makeup, the hair, the shitty sunglasses, you’ll see the truth.
Don’t try and run, honey! You sit your dumb ass down on the floor, and I won’t have to hurt you again. You bought this ticket, baby, and you are going to ride this ride all the way to the end. Do I sicken you? Does the sight of her make your stomach turn? Well, this next trick is going to make you lose what screaming strands of sanity you got left. That crowbar she’s got in her hands? She’s going to use it to crack your skull open, baby. Once that shitty half-shaved hairdo of yours is out of the way, all five of us are going to frenzy on your gray matter. That’s what you have left to look forward to… the refugees from a Hammer horror flick chewing on your gray matter. Your eyes will roll back, your body will go crazy, and hell, you may even piss yourself. But in those moments don’t be bashful, baby.
When we’re chewing away at the gray bits in your head, we’ll be living your life.
The rush of it, darling. In just seconds we will live your entire life. Think about that. Every adrenaline rush, every time you spent extra long in the bathroom, every victory you’ve had in life, and every embarrassing moment you never told anyone about. We will get to experience it all, baby. For once in your life, you will finally have people that completely understand you.
Now honey, if you ever were a religious person, I would start praying. You can’t see the look in my girl’s face over your shoulder, but right now she is positively salivating inches away from the back of your head. That crowbar is the sexiest thing that she has ever thrown about, and right now baby, about half an inch of skull is all that is keeping an addict from getting her fix.
It’s good to get to know you, baby.