Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Pockets Full of Sin

He drops to his knees and screams in anger, clenching his hands into fists and slamming them into the ground.

“I’ll fucking kill you, Drake!” he yells, as tears stream down his face. He looks up, into Drake’s eyes; anger burns within him, and Drake smiles.

“No, you won’t,” Drake says as he steps towards the bars of the cell. “You won’t be doing a lot of things, not anymore. I’ve beaten you. I’ve won. Now, you can rot here in hell, like you deserve to, you piece of shit!”

“I swear, whatever it takes, I’ll get out, and I’ll make everyone you love pay. Then I’ll make you suffer for a long time before I slice you from ear to ear—like I did to Jefferson,” he snarls, spittle dripping from his mouth, blood seeping from the grazes on his knuckles.

“Good luck, but you better move fast. Or haven’t they told you yet?”

“Told me what?”

“I guess they haven’t, then,” Drake says, his smile broadening. “You’re being moved to F block in a few hours, and next Monday, you’ll face the chair.”

“Bullshit! That’s not going to happen, not while I’ve got plenty of fucking things to do. Not while you’re still breathing, you slimy piece of shit.”

“Please, Lucas, let’s not get stuck in muddy stupidity. You butchered forty-eight women, acting out demented fantasies from your favourite films with their bodies—videotaping it. And after all that, you put it live on YouTube for the whole world to see. So, really, what the hell did you think was going to happen once I caught you? Did you think you were going to be allowed to keep breathing? Did you think Hollywood was going to come calling? Fuck, if I’d had it my way, I would’ve put a bullet in your brain. But Martinez was with me, and it would’ve been more trouble than it was worth. So, you’re going to die the right way, and I’m going to watch. Then I’m going to go home and fuck my wife until she cums on my cock.”

Lucas hangs his head and begins to laugh slowly.

“What the fuck is so funny?”

“Too many things, pig. But you haven’t been home in days, have you?”

“What?”

He looks up at Drake, smiling dementedly. “I said, you haven’t been home in days, have you, pig!” he yells.

“What the fuck are you talking about? What have you done?” Drake yells as he grabs at him through the bars. Lucas latches onto Drake’s arm and snaps it. Drake screams in agony. Grabbing a handful of Drake’s hair, Lucas pulls him to the bars and licks his face as guards run towards the cell.

“Boo!” Lucas yells, biting down on Drake’s nose, severing cartilage and flesh as the guards force him away. Drake stumbles backward, clutching his face, his other arm hanging limp.

Lucas spits the severed piece of Drake’s nose at him from within his cell and laughs. “Run home, pig, run home and see what I left you!”