Johnny woke up in sheets that were so soft when he woke up
he thought he was back home with his father and he turned over with a
relaxation he had not felt for now decades of time. He opened his eyes to a
lavish hotel room and for a second believed he had a bad nightmare and all the
things he thought that had occurred for now decades were not a reality. As soon as that thought
formed itself a thug that was clearly connected to Skinny Sam appeared in his
presence. “Eat up! Sam says you
need to gain some weight before we can pull our scam on that dirty politician”
he said. Johnny looked over to see a table filled with food he thought he
forgot existed with white linen that he quickly realized how much he missed as soon as
he touched its silky threads. He became cognizant that he was wearing no clothes and he wasn’t quite sure what had occurred since his last memory.
He knew Skinny Sam had his way with him for cocaine and that Tatiana sold him
for a scam but he did not understand why he was now treated to such a lavish life when before he was left in the room of the terminals. He decided it
was best to just go with it and not question this heaven. He ate everything on
the room service cart and as he did so he did not recall how long it had
actually been since he had a real meal beyond the scraps that had been his subsistence.
His skin felt taught against the blood that had curdled to
stop the blood flow on his face.
But the food he ate seemed to heal all his woes of life. He was back to
the good life of his old days where his daddy took care of him and made his
life easy. When his belly was full he grabbed the remote on the nightstand
hotel table and turned it on sinking into the Egyptian sheets. Skinny Sam’s
thug stood on the edge of the room unnoticed by Johnny who reveled in relaxing
like his old day memories reminding him of his previous Valhalla life. After a few
hours of relaxing he fell asleep again to the TV playing on and Skinny Sam’s
thug remaining quiet in the corner of the room.
Rooskie pulled and dragged another precious trunk into the
house he shared with Tatiana but as he knew Tatiana was not there tonight. This was the night she had her terminal patients that would give her their shirts off their backs not to die and to be saved at any price. She didn't provide any saving to anyone but she did take the last of their money joyfully every time.
As he struggled to position his latest trunk into the room in the right place for him to do what he needed to do to perform his ritual craft he once again swore this would be the last time. He moved over to the small desk and pulled out the necessary items as his guilt started to overwhelm him until finally his lust released him. Dutifully the thread wrapped around the needle in just the right way, his large fingers moving with finesse. He grabbed into the trunk and pulled out the piece after piece of seasoned flesh that was just right to break away with a tug like leather that was close to fully cured. The small face he carved needed to be just right. Stitch after stitch he crafted his latest victim into the small doll that gave him ultimate power. The skin the hair the nails all were miniaturized and sewn into the replica of his victim until he could feel the perfection and all his senses were aroused.
As he struggled to position his latest trunk into the room in the right place for him to do what he needed to do to perform his ritual craft he once again swore this would be the last time. He moved over to the small desk and pulled out the necessary items as his guilt started to overwhelm him until finally his lust released him. Dutifully the thread wrapped around the needle in just the right way, his large fingers moving with finesse. He grabbed into the trunk and pulled out the piece after piece of seasoned flesh that was just right to break away with a tug like leather that was close to fully cured. The small face he carved needed to be just right. Stitch after stitch he crafted his latest victim into the small doll that gave him ultimate power. The skin the hair the nails all were miniaturized and sewn into the replica of his victim until he could feel the perfection and all his senses were aroused.
He took his small victim and placed it close to his chest
breathing deeply. This is the only time Rooskie felt safe and secure. He was in
complete control and it aroused him quickly. Only the small dolls he created of his victims
and Tatiana could excite him like this and as he petted his doll he came
easily. Before falling asleep he opened his last trunk and placed it inside to
rest with the thousands before this latest prize. He used to hate the smell of the open trunk but no longer, it was natural to him,
something to revel in and better than any drug he had ever taken. It made him powerful in a world he always felt unsafe in. This was his only solace, his
only time when he felt happy and blissful sleep swept over him with ease.
