Subcutaneous Magazine Fall 2016 | Page 39

Harry had been walking through suburbia all day . As night fell , he decided to cut between two houses through backyards and to other streets . He stopped , hiding behind some bushes whenever he saw movement . Lights from one home in particular drew him closer .
A figure appeared in one of the windows . It was a woman , and he was amazed that he recognized her : the ball-squeezing nurse from the hospital . A fury grew inside Harry , and he snuck to the back door . He somehow knew it would be unlocked , and he slowly turned the knob , letting himself in through a small laundry room . He snuck through the house , finding the nurse in the den , sitting on a sofa with her back to him . He carefully walked in , making little noise . He crept up to within a few feet of her before she noticed him and screamed .
“ I see you remember me ,” Harry said through gritted teeth , lunging over the couch . He tackled the nurse with an inhumane strength , dragging her to the floor . He ripped her pajama pants down , covering her mouth with the forearm of his left arm .
“ I ’ m not sure how well my cock works ,” Harry said , pulling down his pants , “ but I know it still has feeling , thanks to you .”
Harry raped the nurse , paying her back with added interest for what she had done to him . She struggled against him , but he was able to keep her down with his good arm . His forearm slipped from her mouth , and she screamed . He wondered if anyone would hear , but he managed to keep plunging into her .
Halfway through , Harry ’ s body stiffened and he fell , reeling onto his back . His body was in immense pain again , and he couldn ’ t move his appendages . Instead of feeling the hard , wooden floor on his back , he felt soft mattress . “ That ’ s right ,” the nurse said , cooing . She appeared out of the corner of his filmy , opalescent eyes . “ Just lie there .”
Harry was no longer in the nurse ’ s home . He was back in the white hospital room and his body was once again wracked with pain . He couldn ’ t move . The nurse was in her pink scrubs again , holding a pillow . She moved it , placing it over his nose and mouth , putting just enough pressure to keep his decrepit body from moving . As stars swam into his vision , already darkened by the pillow , he wondered how much of what he had seen since the plane crash had been a dream and what was reality .
Harry ’ s body fell , landing hard on rocky ground , inches from a stream of lava . The heat scalded his mangled body . Souls screamed and echoed all around him . Four-legged beasts sprang from caves , grabbing and pinning him to the ground with their razor-sharp claws . Blood trickled down Harry ’ s body as Lucifer stood over him . Harry shouted to be let go , to be released . He struggled against the beasts , but to no avail . He was willing to do whatever it took for his freedom from the creatures who were binding him .
Lucifer stood over Harry and laughed -- a hollow , suffocating sound . “ You have returned , begging .”

Title : “ The Old Man ’ s Dogs ” Artist : Dan Moran