Excerpt from Dissection House novel

Stephanie Jensen
Jul 27, 2017 · 3 min read

I tap my fingers on the table, and hum to myself. I can tell that security guy is staring at me. I just ignore him. The wall has some weird looking geometric designs in neutral colors, really 80’s style. It seems that this whole facility was never updated. Everything is worn down, what they play on TV is old and the books they have are old. Once you start to study mundane stuff like wallpaper, it doesn’t become so bad.

“The doc is right, you do look bored.”

I look up and see that security guy is now at the other side of the table, staring right in my face. He’s wearing a dumb grin like it’s his badge. His voice is one of those that sound like he always has a nasal infection.

I roll my eyes and look back at the door, actually looking forward to Victor coming in so this security jackass will leave me alone.

“You want me to make this fun?” He asks.

“No,” I answer.

“You were so quick to answer. You didn’t give me a chance.”

“It’s because I don’t care.” I snap that last one, hoping he’ll care.

He’s quiet. Thank God.

“You’re really pretty,” he suddenly says.

I almost let out a loud grunt, but instead I just stare at the wall.

“I don’t even get a ‘thank you?’” He asks.

“No,” I say.

“Is the reason why you killed so many people is because you’re a bitch?” His voice is starting to get angry.

I’m not going to respond.

“You know what? A bitch like you deserves to be choked. To be slapped around. To be hit, and raped.”

Now he gets my interested. I turn around to face him. He’s pissed, but pissed in the way where he wants to be even more pissed. I can tell in his eyes, they look hungry.

I laugh. “What else does a bitch like me deserve?”

“What you did to those men!”

“Sorry, I don’t have a penis.”

I can tell that one really did him. He starts to turn red, and his face is puffing out. He looks like he’s about to explode.

“Well, the same thing you did to those men. But with your vagina!”

I laugh. He’s getting more furious by the second, but he’s also really stupid. I can’t help but find it funny.

“Is that what you would do to me?” I ask.

His whole face widened, looking shocked that I said that. “Yes,” he says. “Yes I would.”

“Would you beat me?”

“Yes!”

“…Rape me?”

“Yes!” His face still holds rage, but he’s becoming more intrigued.

“So you’ll rape me?” I sit closer to him, looking at him with hard eyes.

“Yes. I will.” His face becomes even more intrigued.

“Why is that?” I glare at him.

“Because you’re a dirty, bitchy slut!” He practically screams it.

I laugh. “Show me how you will do it,” I say.

He looks taken back at that. He gives me a confused stare.

“Come on! Come here and show me how you will rape me.” I stand up, and walk to the side of the table where he’s standing.

He just stands by the table, motionless. Stares at me blankly. Like he doesn’t know what to do.

Oh well, it’s my turn.

I jump onto him. He screams, falling down. As we land hard on the ground, my mouth is right next to his cheek. I bite off some of his skin. He wails like a little baby, and tries to fight me off. He successfully did; he’s now above me, holding me down on the floor with his arm outstretched. At this angle, I’m in full view of his gun. I quickly grab it and shoot him.

Stephanie Jensen

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I’ll use this to share my horror writing and song lyrics. Prospective horror novelist. Vocalist/lyricist of the band Street Weave.