The Demon in the Doll

Chapter 17

Hello again. It's me, Wangtu. The last time we met, I was torturing Ted Bundy in hell. Anyway, King Chemosh placed my spirit inside the doll, and I was released as soon as young Buddy stuck his dick up Mindy's ass. So there I was in all my glory standing in the middle of his room. I wasn't dressed as a Roman soldier. No, I was actually wearing a pin-striped Armani suit with Stacy Adams leather shoes and a 400-dollar red silk tie.

I looked beautiful, and I smelled fantastic. A potent mixture of honeysuckle and cinnamon. On top of that, I had also changed my name and adopted the moniker given to me by Chemosh. Cornelius was out the window. Instead, I was Dr. Dick Peterman, proud graduate of Harvard Medical School. According to my bona fides, I had actually graduated at the top of my class, and I was now a world-renowned psychiatrist. Planet Earth simply adored me. I had plaques and letters of appreciation out the wazoo. Good for me.

I glanced around the room after the smoke had cleared. The boy was under the bed. However, he was so large that half his legs were sticking out for me to see. He appeared to be trembling. Viking, my ass.

I said, "Did you shit your pants?"

No response.

I repeated myself. "I asked you a question. Did you shit your pants?"

"Go away." He said it as if he were a timid mouse begging a cat to leave him alone.

I said, "Buddy, you're the one who asked me to come. I'm not here to torture you. At least not right away. On the contrary. I'm here to be your friend. I guess you could call me your buddy, Buddy."

"Go away, Wangtu."

I have to admit the truth. I became a tad nonplussed.

"Who told you my demon name?"

"The witch Elizabeth."

I sighed heavily and lit a cigarette. "I know her. That little whore has quite the mouth, doesn't she? I guess I'm going to have to set her straight."

"I don't know anything about anything. I just want to be left alone."

"Too late for that, Buddy." I took a puff from my cig and blew the smoke across the room. "And never call me Wangtu again. To you, I'm Doctor Peterman. Got me?"

No response.

I was a little disappointed up to this point. I had actually known Buddy's mother Wanda before Buddy had been born. We'd had quite a good time together. She wasn't a coward like this sniveling pussy under the bed. That was for sure.

I said, "Are you coming out, or am I going to have to drag you out?"

He began sobbing and begging for his life.

I laughed out loud. "Tears? Are you joking? How can you call yourself a Viking? You're more like a little rabbit hiding in a hole."

I grabbed him by his feet and gave the boy a good yank. Even out in the open, he still refused to look at me. He kept his eyes covered by his right arm.

"Buddy, I'm not here to hurt you...at this particular time. I'm here to teach you. Are you familiar with the first Star Wars movie? The one that was made back in the day?"

He nodded timidly.

"Well, you should see me as Obi-won Kenobi and you are Luke Skywalker. That's our relationship. It's like peaches and cream. French fries and ketchup. Milk and cookies. Bleach and ammonia."

"So what do you want?"

"I want us to have fun."

"OK. I'm not stopping you from enjoying yourself. Feel free."