He Sharted on the Highway

The First Shart

The stiff, rusted metal door creaked open slowly, I had to ram my thigh into it to get it to open. It slammed forwards before jolting to a stop in front of the disgusting specimen on his knees before me. That pathetic, snotty nosed little man with big ears and dimpled cheeks, both which happened to be flushed bright red in fear and/or embarrassment. I cracked my whip against the jagged floor, and revelled in his sudden jolt of fear.

His eyes darted around the room to which he was confined to the whip beside me. I smirked at him, his fear excited me. I stepped forward slowly, grin widening as he started quaking in terror, wriggling around in his restraints with pure desperation in his eyes.

I stepped in front of him, watching with interest as he continued to shake fervently. Silence loomed over us for moments, days, weeks, years.

To say this man was vile would be an understatement. He was a horrible being, having committed horrible crimes, that in turn had horrible consequences. His ego had led him to this moment, into Cell 748 in my dungeon. But what could he have possibly done that was so disgusting? Well, truth be told...

He sharted on the highway.

I had had ENOUGH of his crimes, I was OUTRAGED that he had the indecency  to even think about doing that. I simply couldn't deal with seeing him repeatedly on the news, walking past hundreds of papers that highlighted his crimes. My skin boiled in contempt and rage, and I finally lost it.

I stepped forward, glaring at him fervently before raising my arm . The whip goes sailing down toward him, forever branding his skin.

He shrieks, having jolted in shock and wails pathetically as I hit him again and again. The whip crashes down,  creating several delicious sounding cracks in the air.

He falls, twisting and writhing in desperation as he tries to escape but the chains around his arms are locked to the floor and tug him backwards. He's forced to keel over to his back, legs arched upwards in pain. His mouth is gagged but I hear his screams clearly.

I'm inflicting pain, and it excites me.

I hit him again, and through his mouth comes something that almost sounded like an excited moan. I stare in horror as he moans and moans, breath hitching in desperation. I get angry again, how dare he start to enjoy this! I open the door and furiously toss the whip out of it, watching it skid slightly before resting on the cold dungeon floor.

All I hear is him heavily breathing, wincing quietly whilst I step outside. My hand grabs a huge oil rig next to me and I haul it upwards before marching back into the cell. I stare him down, he's shivering violently and squeaking quietly in exhaustion and pain. It's sad to see, really, as he attempts to lift himself up but fails and thuds against the floor in vain. That's when I noticed that the concrete floor below him had left jagged little marks in his skin, decorating him like the slimy little lizard he was.

With his skin raw and red with lumps the colour scarlet, he attempts to poke his back, stupidly fighting with his cuffs as attempts to learn how bad of a state he was in. 'Nice,' I think to myself. 'Let's catch that stupid little mouse by surprise, while he's still distracted. Surely that will inflict upon him more pain.'

I ripped the top of the oil rig open and had to step back as the smell of freshly heated oil hit me harshly, almost making me choke. I took a moment to recover before I stepped forward once again, smiling sweetly at the boy in front of me and tipped the oil onto his skin.

He actually screamed, his voice crackling in his throat as he flopped around, oil sizzling against him as I poured more and more. His eyes bugged out of their sockets, his legs flailed wildly. I grinned, laughing as his voice died and he stopped moving, laying lifeless on the floor. Oil dripped off his body, pooling underneath him as he silently lay, unaware of the room around him.

I paused, walking around him slowly as if he were my prey before deciding that he breathed air no more. I wiped my forehead, it was boiling in here now.

I walked over to the door and let it slam behind me, but not before I kicked the lifeless man before me, once known as Chalice Skarp.