Dough Man

"Fag!" Yelled Timmy, a young cunt who thought he was better than everyone. He was yelling at an older gent who had lost an arm during a freak axe AXEident (lol). The old mans name was unknown by everyone. No one knew him or even where he came from. He was just that one armed man who loved to make bread.

The next day rolled around and Timmy was no where to be found. Was he hiding in a bush? Was he smoking my grandmas kush? Was he tied up in the one armed mans basement? Yes. Yes he was.

"You, my boy, are a rare specimen. A dumb-fuck. And thats why you deserve what's coming. You know that bread I make? My guess is yes. So that delicious bread is made from a special family dough. Young boy dough." He smiled and began humming an erie tune that doesn't leave a persons mind.

Timmy saw the gleam of the knife. He closed is eyes and began to quiver with fear. How could a man with only one arm do this? His gigantic cock. It has fingers of its own. Fucking genius. Thats what happens when your arm gets cut off. You get a dick with both balls and hands.

Anyways, the man started with the dough. He was playing with it while making eye contact with the boy. Very uncomfortable eye contact. Little Timmy tried looking away but something was keeping him staring into the mans eyes. Then it hit him. The man had no eyes. They were fuckin' gone. He was thinking and wondering why he has never noticed that until now but then it his him again. He was always wearing sunglasses. Duh. Fucking dumbass.

"Are you ready?" Asked the old man.

Timmy replied with a cunt answer, "What the hell!? No!"

"Eh too bad."

There was nothing Timmy could do except scream. His once blue Nike shit was covered in his own blood and pubes. The old man liked to collect all of the hair of his victims.. Don't ask. Just read. Silence was finally here. Timmy was now part of the mans next bake sale.

Part two coming soon! Thanks for reading. :) But whatever you do. Don't insult the Dough man.