Shit We’re Gonna Need

10/02/17
AXEL to
ROTTEN BOY

Hey, bud, here’s some more shit we’re gonna need for the shoot. Some silk sheets so no one gets rug burn. Filters to soften the lights, no one wants to see pimples on asses. Some good MDMA for the girls, and some Xanax so they’re not grinding their damn teeth on film. Lube. Lots and lots of lube. Some nice robes. A space heater to keep everyone warm. And a bottle of good champagne to celebrate our first film! This is happening, buddy.

AXEL to
ROTTEN BOY

Okay, on to the next flick. Here’s what we’re going to need for the shoot tonight. Some classy bondage gear, handcuffs with pads so no one gets hurts. Rubber sheets for the bed. Cocaine and Xanax for the girls. Viagra for the guys. Buckets of lube. A bottle of Jim Beam and a case of Coors.

AXEL to
ROTTEN BOY

What happened last time was fucked up. But, dude, I got to tell you, it looked good on film! The hits we’re getting are off the charts. We could make this work for the shoot tonight. We’re going to need a lot of rope, and lumber to make a serious rack. Some kind of whip that doesn’t really cause pain but looks nasty. A ball-gag. Can we get some kind of utility razor that will scrape and cut, make ‘em bleed but not really hurt ‘em? Chains and padlocks. OxyContin for the girls so they don’t feel any pain. Some hoods and creepy masks for the guys. Fuck the store-bought lube, just get five gallons of Crisco, we’ll fill up metal buckets with it and have them all over the set. Bring me a handle of cheap vodka and some orange juice.

AXEL to
ROTTEN BOY

Looks like we’ve established a brand and got to go for it. We’re going to need plastic sheeting, more handcuffs, blind folds for the girls, executioner hoods for the guys. And a nice wooden paddle, something with some heft and weight to it that can do some damage. Rohypnol is probably the best bet for the girls this time, so they don’t even remember what happened. It’ll be easier that way. If they’re passed out cold in the scene, fuck it, might make it more powerful. Though the screaming is a nice touch.

AXEL to
ROTTEN BOY

Where can we find girls no one is going to miss? Did you put that ad on Craig’s List? Make sure it can’t be traced back to us. I got some good dope but we need syringes. Bring a lot more plastic sheeting this time. And put some nails through the paddle. Get me a good pistol, I’ve been feeling nervous lately. A Glock.

AXEL to
ROTTEN BOY

I can’t emphasize this enough, more plastic sheeting! And get me some good meth and a box of syringes. Looks like we might need some shovels, a pick axe and lime. Can we trust these guys to keep their fucking mouths shut? Each of us should have a gun this time. And bring a bottle of expensive champagne to celebrate. We’re fucking millionaires, buddy! I told you we could make this happen.

~ fin ~

Matthew Brockmeyer

Matthew Brockmeyer lives in an off-grid cabin, deep in the forest in Northern California, with his wife and two children. He is the author of the novel Kind Nepenthe. His work has appeared in numerous publications, both in print and online, including, among others, Deciduous Tales, Infernal Ink, Timeless Tales, Not One of Us, Body Parts Magazine, Pulp Metal Magazine, and the anthologies The Edge: Infinite Darkness, After The Happily Ever After, and One Hundred Voices. Discover more at www.matthewbrockmeyer.com.

Matthew! This short left me laughing my ass off. Just picked up your debut novel. You've got a new fan.
DB Darlene Kennison
October 14, 2017

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