Sleaze Land – Chapter 18 (Ring Around the Rosy) Part 1
“Divide and Conquer.” Julius Caesar
“What’s with this one?”
“I got carried away.”
“What’s he supposed to be, anyhoo?”
“Shell… shell… What?” the pretty one asked with a tilt to his head that always drove Tiny wild.
“Shellacking, you pretty little thing. I was going for a varnished look. You know? Cuz this one here put the pretty over the fetid rot.”
“Pretty? I don’t see it,” the smaller one remarked, as he raised up on tippy toes to get a better look at the one they all called ‘Red’. The one who had been the top dog in Hollywood for so long everyone knew his face.
Tho none now dared speak his name.
“So… what are ya gonna do with him if he can’t even walk?”
“Yeah… wasn’t supposed to be like that, when I started,” Tiny remarked dryly, as he examined his latest work.
“This un maybe is best used only as set dressing.”
“Yeah, set dressing.”
“Is that why you left his junk hanging out like that?” the one in pigtails asked, as he fondled the man’s bait and tackle.
But the man, who had been made to look like he was frozen in carbonite couldn’t even squirm… he was so fixed in his immobile state.
All he could do was direct his eyes.
“I figured it left more room for growth,” Tiny told the man he’d die for with a tiny smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“You’re incorrigible,” the Harry-Styles wannabe said, with a shove to the giant’s hairy shoulder.
“But we need to get moving. The fire’s died down, and Headquarters wants us to begin the games.”
“So, who are we sending out first?” Tiny asked, as together they both looked around the large dungeon-like room where more than 80 men were chained.
All of them in strange and unusual costumes of the alien’s design.
“Let’s send that bastard, Clide. Never did like him. I think he even smuggled weed onto the island, tho I have no idea how.”
“Clide and who else?”
“Clide and Jane… you know… the one which sold his daughter’s reputation, so that Emile guy could buy some fake pride.”
Tiny nodded and giggled. Cuz to be honest, he really, really liked the costumes he’d made for both of those men, and was anxious to see how they’d hold up under pressure.
“You think any of ‘em got a real chance?” the small one asked, just as his friend hoisted him onto his shoulders.
“Really? Who?” the Dorothy-look-alike asked, just as he settled his own bait and tackle against the giant’s hairy neck.
“That Aussie fucker, I reckon.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The way I hear it… they’re gonna use him up until there’s nothing left. Gonna drag him through the Pimp Trials, and the evacuation. Maybe even launch his ass into space with the survivors. You know… as a reminder… of what can happen when you sell yer soul fer a bit of ass.”
© Raena Exe 2022
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