The Vengeance of a Dog (556 hits)
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Submitted by Axolotol (View user info) at 2005-06-17 21:51:23 EDT
She thought she was so smart, so rich. Above it all. I wasn't good enough for her? I was too "low class?" I see now what a misery her life must be. No one to love but her money, and her little dog.
But how dare she! I'm sorry to erupt like that, Father, but it boiled my blood. I might not have been as wealthy as her, but my restaurant took in enough money that I could live well. I have my own apartment, I do not starve or want for food.
I met her a while ago at my friend Ricky's party. Ricky is a trader down on Wall Street, he has a bit of funds to set up get-togethers. She seemed to be attracted to me, and she took me to her apartment.
What an abode! It was a penthouse suite, the top three floors of the building. She still lived with her parents, and I could see why! A gigantic living room, with marble stairs, wide-screen TVs. Even that yappy little brown dog of hers had a room of its own!
I was stunned; I grew up in a poor place, you see, Father, so I had never been in such a rich house before. I minded my manners with her parents; I am not a barbarian. I am not a thug, not a petty thief wishing to take little knick-knacks from the tables. That's what her father thought of me. He hated me.
I could tell he hated me just from the way he looked in my direction as we were seated around the dinner table, how he spat out his sentences at me. No one else seemed to notice a thing. He glared at me with his bitter black eyes; I could feel his aura of hatred all around me.
We dated...yes, I guess you could say "dated" for about a week.
Then I invited her to my apartment.
What did she expect? A palace? I did the best I could with three rooms, but she...she even looked disgusted! Why I ever thought...that's beside the point.
We talked, or at least, I tried to talk to her, but she answered curtly. She only...Anyway, to get to the point I was trying to make, Father Patrick, she left. Not before exploding at me.
She called me a paranoid thief, which I hated, and a poor, deluded pervert, which I hated more. We stood up, and exchanged shouts. Now I knew it; now I knew she had used me.
She left the house in a rage, and I started to sink into my deep fury, the kind that has previously gotten me into trouble.
But I can be calm when I want to be...I calmed myself and thought of a plan. I would kill her, not physically, but emotionally. To do this, I needed several conditions met.
I waited a week for her to cool down and called her. She answered, and I told her I was very sorry for having been mad at her, and apologized for everything. It was hard doing that, because I was never wrong, but I still did. She was relieved, to be sure, and we laughed together. I asked was there anything to do for her to make up.
"Well, my family and I will be out of town for a few days, and my friends are busy," she said to me. "Could you look after Coco?"
Coco...that little rat of a dog. Yes, I said yes, I will, yes.
She dropped her, or him, or whatever off. That little rodent was like a pile of stinking feces, but she loved it, she loved it much more than she loved me. It was small, and brown, and roly-poly, and she thought it was cute. I told her to meet me at my restaurant so I could deliver the dog to her when she got back.
She left me with all necessary numbers, some dog food, thanked me, and left. I took the dog in my hands and stroked it to calm it down.
Here is the main thing I am confessing, Father. Yes...yes...you know. It started barking, so I took it downstairs, down to my restaurant. Its noise was unbearable. I couldn't even see straight.
I forgot the rat poison up in my room, so I put it in the meat grinder head first for a quick death. The lights were off, and the doors were locked. My ears, and mine alone were pleased by the squeals and screams. The skull was difficult to crack, but I managed it. I managed it well. I ground that entire puppy, less than eight inches long, into a thick paste. My special meat.
She returned a few days later and came to my restaurant. Being in the morning on a weekday, it was slow, and she was the only one in the room but myself.
"Thank you for taking care of Coco," she said, smiling at me.
"It was no problem at all," I replied. "He's a good dog. Speaking of dogs, you must be hungry after that plane ride. Care for a hot dog?"
I gleefully offered her one of the hot dogs made from the "Special Meat." She beamed at me bashfully and accepted the hot dog. It seemed as thought she liked me again. I almost felt sorry for her.
She took a bite and her face contorted. Gagging on the meat and spitting it out, she cursed and said, "What is this?"
I smiled. I smiled and laughed like I hadn't laughed in a while. I suppose my heartlessness is why I now sit inside a prison chaplain's office instead of my own bedroom or kitchen of my restaurant, but it was well worth it.
"It's a new kind of meat I'm using...it's very popular so far with the few customers I've given it to," I responded to her, still smiling.
"What is it?" she asked again, looking in horror at the discolored stick of meat sitting in her bun.
"Why, it's dog meat," I said, chuckling. "Coco, to be exact."
I laughed again. Her expression was priceless.
User Reviews
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2007-02-28 23:09:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
IT WAS FICTION
PLEASE PEOPLE IT WAS A SHITTY 15 YEAR OLDS ATTEMPT AT FICTION
Submitted by doctorj24 (user info) at 2005-06-30 14:11:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Disgusting story, well told, good picture.
Submitted by mazellan (user info) at 2005-06-18 14:20:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Psychotic tendencies are so fun. Glad to hear you actually like dogs though.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2005-06-18 13:46:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
This was intended to be fiction.
I didn't actually do this. I love dogs.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-06-18 07:07:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I guess you got the reaction out of me that you set out to get.
fuck you.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-06-18 07:07:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
fuck you.
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2005-06-18 06:43:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Don't believe it, but it was a good read.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-06-18 00:52:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
meh
Submitted by YELLOW-MAN (user info) at 2005-06-18 00:52:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i'm not sure if "Shenanigans" should be called on this or not but in either case, I know how you feel.
Submitted by Herpes (user info) at 2005-06-18 00:07:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm going to give you a positive rating, only because you spelled Vengeance right.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2005-06-17 23:57:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
cute picture, but the post is unreadable due to formatting.
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2005-06-17 23:27:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
So neurotic and blatantly self-indulged it reminded me of any of the Jacksons... Michael... Janet... Peter...
Submitted by Deidra (user info) at 2005-06-17 21:56:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
-2! Revolting! +2! Well Written!
Oh damnit just hold my hair back while I puke.