The Garden of Lir

Cutaneous Myiasis

'I never signed up for this. Get us out of here!' Wailed one of Glynn's henchmen, Tunny from the Drod; a savage little man want to proving his toughness to the bigger members of the group and others, usually earning a hiding for his behaviour, one he was lax to curtail.
'Shut the hell up, or I swear I'll eat your face!' Growled an ill tempered Boron, as savage as Tunny with the toughness his smaller companion lacked, although not as quick in mind or heel.
Glynn laughed, he would think, wait it out and have revenge, no one would get away with making a fool of him.
His Queen, fuck her, he never needed her, he would regain his kingship and start his own concubine of 'queens'. His fantasising was cut short.
'I don't like the darkness you hear, I don't like it! I get nightmares, the demons, they come for me, I don't like it in here!' Tunny screamed.
'Coward!'
'I'm not a coward!'
It was Tunny who was first to piss his pants then relieve his bowels to no one's surprise.
Eventually everyone had to let go of their bladder's pride.
The smell was atrocious and no sane person would survive it for long.
Three more days passed and the foulness had attracted flies from somewhere.
They each had started to collect sores on the underside of their legs.
'You bastards, feed us!' Tunny would continually howl until his voice became panting followed by hollow tears.
Glynn was still able to keep his wits at least for now.
On morning the door was opened and a pail of water was thrown on this sorry band of prisoners followed by scraps that had been collected from feasts above.
'You lot make me fucking sick!' Jane Holland, one of Badger's friends said. 'Filthy, stinking, rapist bastards. Rot here, as soon as you're all dead we can finally clean this up. Baby killers like you shouldn't be allowed food.'
'Whore! Whore!' Wailed Tunny.
'What's the matter Tunny, scared of the dark?'
Tunny spat some foul mixture from his crusted lips. He failed to hit her with it, instead it stuck to his chin limply spooling onto his sweat saturated top.
Jane laughed. 'You're without doubt one of the most pathetic human beings I have ever met.'
Glynn spoke softly, preserving his energy. 'I'll kill you one day.'
'No you won't, if I feared that I'd cut your throat right here and now.' Jane turned back to Tunny.
All the men had either cursed her or threatened her but she knew not to rise to deadman's curses.
'You never liked the dark did you Tunny? The monsters already came for you, now you're one of them.'
'No, no I'm not! It's not my fault!'
'Never is. You always needed your big hero here by your side didn't you, couldn't do anything for yourself.'
Glynn chuckled.
Tunny looked at him in shame. 'Let me out! They'll come for me, I see them looking at me when I close my eyes. Red, angry, nothing there, I can't sleep, they torture me...'
'That's very interesting but I'm getting out of here because I'm about ready to wretch up.'
'No please, I'll do anything!'
'Turncoat!' Hissed Boron.
'Fuck you Boron the Moron!'
'Don't call me that worm!'
'I hate worms, don't call me a worm, I'm warning you!'
Even Boron laughed at this.
'Save me, get me out!'
'If you leave without me I'll kill you too.' Glynn warned.
'I wouldn't do that to you, you know this.' Tunny whined like a scolded hound.
Jane held her finger in front of her. 'Ah. You mentioned worms.'
'Don't call me a worm!'
Jane had a half full potato sack on her back which she put down, a wicked grin enveloping on her faunish features.
'I would rather not do this.' She gagged as she undid Tunny's fly zipper then opened the bag and began to pour maggots on him.
'What are you doing? No! No! What are you doing? Stop! Stop!'
Jane poured the maggots around all the soiled men until the sack was completely empty.
'No less than you deserve, but you can always eat them if they don't eat you lads.'
Tunny's screaming was going through her.
'Shut the fuck up, you're enough to make my ears pop.'
'I'll enjoy slicing your heart out.' Glynn hissed.
Jane turned and left, glancing around to see Tunny's face in a cartoon caricature of fear.
'Pathetic, you look like Punch from that awful puppet show.' She left them all to the darkness once again.