5 Minute Horror Story – Fear Of Context – The Second Short Story From 2020TOO Book Two

“It’s FARKING stark, that’s what it is, and nothing any of you PRICKS can say will change my FUCKING mind about it!” Shaun spits venomously as he holds the blood drenched knife out towards them in a shaking hand.

Theodore smiles broadly and raises his hands into the air, while a sea of red continues to grow from his stomach. “Such a violin playing moment,” he says in obvious jest as he looks around at the others, then back to Shaun. “It would break my heart not to have one, if I had one that is.”

“W-What?” Shaun stammers as he shakes his head in a moment of confusion. “D-Do you mean it b-breaks your h-heart not h-having a violin or that y-you don’t h-have a heart?”

Theodore shrugs his shoulders and smiles wryly. “Does it matter which, for they both lead to the same ending at this point of our little game.”

“OF COURSE IT FUCKING MATTERS!” Shaun snaps with renewed vigour, darting the knife towards them aggressively once more. “CONTEXT ALWAYS MATTERS REGARDLESS OF WHEN IT IS GIVEN!”

“And there, that is why you’ll die, and I’ll continue as I always do. For you see Shaun my old mate, I see the bigger picture while you are focused on the miniature and meaningless.” he proudly boasts as he looks around the room with stoic poise while bopping his head to a beat that plays only inside his. He turns back to Shaun and gyrates his hips as if he was a stripper getting the audience

“W-W-What are y-you doing?”

“I am feeling the moment,” he says as he places his hands behind the back of his head, and pokes his tongue out, as he thrusts his groin forward with each gyration. “Can’t you feel it? The intoxication of it all!”

“N-N-No,” he stammers as he adjusts his grip on the knifes handle while wiping the sweat from his eyes with his free hand. “I-I-I, I don’t understand a-any of this.”

“I know, and it shows,” he says as he winks playfully towards Shaun, before he places his hands on his hips and really gets into the thrusting, abandoning the gyrating almost completely. “But if you closed your eyes, and let go, you would be amazed at what you can do.”

“I-I-I, I’M NOT CLOSING MY FUCKING EYES! I’M NOT! YOU’LL ATTACK ME! KILL ME! I-I-I, I’M NOT A FOOL!”

“You are so untrusting, what if I promised I wouldn’t attack you? What if I swore to you here and now, that I wouldn’t dare do anything while you had your eyes closed? Would that make you feel better?” he says as he places a hand up in the air, and the other over his heart.

“Y-Y-You promise?”

“I swear on all that I hold dear, I, Theodore Bestelli, will not make any moves towards you, whilst you have your eyes closed.” he says proudly.

“Y-Y-Your word?”

“My word, and as you know, my word is everything.”

“O-O-Okay.”

“Good, good,” he says as he places his hands on his hips again and begins slowly gyrating them once more. “From the top, and with a bit more depth,” he says with a broad smile, as he thrusts his groin forward with more gusto.

Shaun nervously smiles as he places his hands on his hips and starts to rock back and forth while his eyes gently close. “I-I-I, I feel it, I-I, I really feel it!” he says with excitement, seconds before he his tackled to the ground by several of the others, knocking the blade from his hand.

“Y-YOU PROMISED! Y-YOU FUCKING PROMISED!” he bellows as the horde tear into him, while Theodore continues to thrust his groin forward with each gentle gyration.

“And I ain’t moving buddy, just like I promised, but I never promised for everyone else,” he says with a wicked grin across his lips as Shaun is torn limb from limb.

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