MicroHorror

I was castrated last week. They thought it would lessen my urges. After the second day, sans balls, I was back at it… or at least trying. It isn’t a sexual thing.

Then they pulled my teeth and hacked off my fingernails. Fools. I don’t use teeth or goddamn fingernails. They tried shock therapy. Shit, I didn’t even flinch.

Not much left for them to do, short of killing me. Good luck with that. I won’t feel the chair, and lethal injection couldn’t be any worse than the formaldehyde already oozing through my veins.

Wooden stake? Beheading? Garlic shoved up my ass?

As long as I don’t smile after sunset, they’ll never guess. Why would I smile? It’s all gray gums and black holes. I have no nuts and no nails to scratch them with.

The fangs only come out at night.

And they aren’t taking those.

“Hey, guard… come here.”