Instant Flash - Episode #1 (titled Bloody Pervert)

On a cold night in November, no one was aware that I was out an about, roaming the dirty streets of New York. It was only a matter of time before I caught a ride home, hopefully a ride with a good driver, one I could be safe with, and most importantly, one that had a warm car. 1

I believe in fate, so when a rich looking car passes on by, I am not surprised. Freezing, I start to believe that I’m going to be sick when I get home. It’s about twenty five degrees out and I am not wearing a coat, so if I don’t get sick, then I’ll be surprised. Suddenly, a black Lamborghini Diablo slows down and the car door opens. 2

“You need a ride, Miss?” a dark and husky-voiced male asks, flashing a wide white smile. 3

“Yes. Will you give me one?” I say back in reply, bending over to look directly at him. 4

He slaps the red leather seat beside him, motioning me to sit. “Where to?” he chimes. 5

I point ahead when I’m seated. “Two miles ahead, second turn to the right on main street,” I reply, now cozy due to being a lot warmer than before. 6

He turns his head at me and asks, “What’s a fine young woman such as yourself doing in the middle of the street at this hour?” 7

“My car broke down and when I finally got someone to jump it, um…they had towed it away,” I reply with more sadness out of losing my car for the day than anything else. 8

He clicks his tongue and I realize something I hadn’t noticed before now—he has a gaping hole where his right ear would normally be. He sees me looking at it and says, “I got in a fight with my girlfriend two days ago.” 9

I cautiously ask, “Who won?” 10

He grins. “Me.” 11

I silently shiver at this and realize that we’ve pulled up at my house. I start to open my door, but he jerks my sleeve at him and rips a strip of tape off a roll that had been on the dash, wraps it around my entire head where my mouth is and licks the inside of my left ear. 12

“You taste so good,” he says and licks across my neck, to my upper chest, when he starts to rip at my shirt, exposing my purple sports bra. 13

He pulls my bra off and fondles my breasts, licking them and biting into them. He gets in between my legs and spreads them far apart, feeling around inside my skirt, touching and grabbing my ass. 14

I squeal from under the tape and mumble ‘bastard’ and then I pull a three inch long blade from my skirt pocket. I rip it through his neck and hop out of the Lamborghini Diablo. 15

“You bitch,” he says in a low hiss, while holding onto the gushing red slash in his neck, crawling sickeningly out of the car. 16

I pull the tape off my mouth and smile at him. “This is why Mom said to never trust anyone who calls you a ‘fine young woman’ on your first encounter, unless he’s rich and refined looking. Not just rich and fucked up looking.” 17

He gasps for air right before I throw the blade at him, hitting him dead center in the forehead, making him collapse as soon as the blade falls out of the other side of his head. Blood splatters everywhere and I pull my cell phone out of my skirt pocket, dial 911 and report a self-defense murder. 18

“Who may this be?” the person on the other side asks, all nice. 19

“Robin Tussle,” I reply and—though the operator can’t see it—pick up the blade, flip my chocolate brown hair back and shove the blade into my skirt pocket, still dripping with blood. 20

He says, “We’ll be there in just a bit. Hold on, Ms. Tussle.” 21

I hear a groaning sound from behind me and turn to see that the dead body is no longer dead, but is sucking its blood back up, its wounds all of a sudden bandaging themselves back up. 22

“Okay. I’ll hold on,” I reply and the operator hangs up, as do I. 23

The once dead, not dead anymore guy says, “Robin Tussle, eh? You’re the twentieth person to kill me. None of them have done so twice.” He grins, wickedly, taking a step toward me. 24

I smirk and ready my blade by my side. “None of those were me,” I point out. 25

He disappears all of a sudden and he comes from behind, grabs my wrist and licks the back of my neck, intentionally breathing on me. “You never thought of sex like this, did you?” he asks, shoves the blade out of my hand and holds it to my neck. 26

I shudder and smirk. “You think you got it all figured out, don’t you? But really…all you are…is a big piece…of fucking…shit!” I say and elbow him, but he manages to get the blade through my right side, making me cry out in pain. 27

I yank the blade out and notice from behind that I’m bleeding heavily. A pen-like thing stabs me in the neck and the next thing I know, I black out. 28

I wake up and the sun is out, shining brightly through what looks to be a window to the basement of some house. I pull at my arms, but notice that they’re chained up and that my legs are chained up, too. I look around me and see all kinds of knives, scissors and other metal objects are laying on tables. I also notice that in the corner next to me is a big box of what looks to be fingers, toes, noses, nipples and tongues. I gag at this and hear the door to the room slam shut, in walking the fuckhead that tied me up. 29

“Hey, Robin; you’ll come to love what I’m doing to you, sweetie,” he says and pulls at my skirt, yanking it off. He then rips my shirt and bra off—I had put them back on after I first killed him—and slips my panties down. 30

Exposed, I feel something wet and slippery crawl across my vagina and go in between the lips. I shudder at this and look to see that the old fuckhead is licking me and is doing so in a very rough way. 31

“You don’t have the slightest idea of what I’ll do to you when I get set free,” I say to him through clenched teeth, as he trails his fingers up my stomach, to my chest, and then circles his index finger around my breast. 32

I pull my head up and bite his finger off, spit it out and he moans in pain. “You’ll regret that you did that, bitch,” he says to me and adds, “I thought you were likable, but I guess not.” 33

He leaves the room in anger after picking his finger up, and then reenters a few minutes later with a small pair of scissors clutched in his right hand, snapping them open and shut in midair. 34

“So, what you gonna do, whack my vagina hairs off?” I ask him, disgustedly. 35

He grins and shakes his head ‘no.’ “Something much worse than that,” he replies and holds the scissors over my body, then moves them to my nipples. 36

I gasp at this and remember the box next to me is full of things like this. “You better not,” I say but it is too late. 37

He snaps my left nipple right off and I cry out in pain. “You like this, bitch?” he asks, grins and snaps my right nipple off, then chews on them for a few seconds. 38

I gag at this and he grins at me. “I think you ought to shut the fuck up, or you’ll have no penis when I get out of this,” I warn, still bleeding from where he had whacked off my nipples. 39

He smirks. “You should shut up or you’ll be without any hands or feet,” he warns back, picking up a long knife, winking at me. “I’m not kidding.” 40

I groan as he climbs on top of me, shoving his penis inside my vagina, thrusting himself back and forth as quickly and roughly as he can, making me moan in pain. “You should love this part,” he points out and sticks his tongue inside my mouth, licks my breasts afterwards and then shoves his penis inside my mouth, making me suck it. 41

I moan as he drives a knife deep into my stomach, not one time but three times. “I can hardly breathe,” I mention very weakly and he laughs. 42

He smiles at me. “That’s the whole point, love,” he says and drives the knife into my neck, leaving it there. 43

He leaves the room and I lay there, struggling for air, as I’m bleeding from my stomach, nipples and my neck is throbbing like hell. I pull at the chains on my wrists and start to feel a wetness spilling down my arms. I look to see that it’s blood, and that I’ve also broken loose from the chains. I sit up from the table and notice the feet chains are already unlocked and I’m free to move…though I hurt very badly. 44

I look over at a table that I see and notice that a bottle says ‘rejuvenation potion.’ I open the bottle with what little strength that I have and drink from it. All of a sudden, my wounds heal up and I feel as strong as I’ve ever felt. 45

I think of the bastard and grab my clothes to put them on—which I do—and I am suddenly zipped to where I’m standing behind him. I smile at this and notice that I had just now flashed into the best position that I have ever had against someone. I continue to smile and notice that the drink had done it. The drink had given me an instant flash of power and had put me in a perfect position to win this battle. 46

I pull the blade out of my pocket and drive it through his head, rip down his chest and torso, all the way through his ass, and his body falls into two big slices, slamming to the ground, blood and guts pouring all over the floor. 47

I nod and smile. “You will never win against me,” I say in a dull manner, walk out the door and head home. Hopefully, no more bastards will bother me ever again. 48