The end for Bonnie

“Oh…ah…it’s coming out…” A sweaty oily man nests on top of a small asian woman. Layers of his fat, drenched in his own sweat, shake like lumps of jellies. A pair of slender legs is wrapped around his fat waist. Sounds of what appears to be a woman weeping resonates with the dirty man’s loud gruntings. The man grabs the small woman’s head by her hair and gives the woman a violent kiss.

“Yeah get pregnant you little chink.” The man smacks his crotch against the small woman’s bruised butt. The vagina slurps from being raw creampied. The man struggles to get his huge fat body off of the tiny body, as he spits on the woman’s face. He zips his pants and leave the room.

Bonnie is tied to an old hospital bed in a smelly, wet room without windows. Her arms are stretched out and tied to the corners of the bed. A huge ball bag stuffs her mouth at all times. Her white hair is dyed black and her empty eye socket is covered with a leather eye patch. Bonnie has been lobotomized and turned into a retard, and was put in one of the filthiest rooms in Gretchen’s asylum as the lowest-rank cumdump for the asylum staff. Gretchen didn’t make her forget. Retarded she may be, happy memories of her past life with her wife Bianca and the realization of herself being responsible for ruining her life and ending up as a subhuman meat toilet pierce her heart like a sharp spear every passing moment. She wants to kill herself every second but her restraints and the ball gag in her mouth deny her attempts.

The familiar sounds of a pair of high heels hitting the floor sneaks through the door cracks. Bonnie starts to tremble, and her eyes tear up. She makes the loudest noise as she can through the ball gag.

“Good morning, Bonnie.” Grethen opens the door and greets her. She covers her nose and cringes for a split second but immediately reverts back to normal: “Bollocks, I shouldn’t have told you it’s morning. Or did I do it on purpose?” Gretchen playfully takes out a dose of thioridazine and injects it in Bonnie’s neck.

“Yaaah, pooobised, meeeh…” Bonnie looks at Gretchen, her arms flailing towards Gretchen but are stopped by the chains.

“I did make you a promise, that I will make you forget all the pain.” Gretchen gently lays her hand on Bonnie’s forehead and wipes off some of her sweat: “but you have a debt to settle, no? You owe me money. Once you have made back all the money you owe as a, sex drive disposal unit, I shall set you free, in a manner of speaking.” Gretchen promptly leaves the room, leaving Bonnie squirming on her filthy hospital bed. Grethcen has already forgotten about how much money Bonnie owes her. She has made it all back from all the organs from Bianca anyways, not to mention nobody keeps a book at the asylum. Gretchen is only curious to see how much more suffering she can extract from her before Bonnie’s spirits are completely sucked away by the hell’s deepest depth, by when she’ll be cut open and vivisected. Maybe she has a chance to be reunited with Bianca afterall, only in parts, of course.