monster in bows
you can pull out the fangs but the sins still linger.
a few men have been going from town to town making money off the local hicks and rubes with
a very peculiar attraction, a hideous and obscene monster inside of a cage that has had its teeth
and claws removed surgically.
despite its viciousness, the monstrous captive is a fairly small beast, and very amusing to look at
when trapped inside it's cage. instead of screams and disgusted revulsion from the surrounding
audience, the air is filled with much laughter and taunting mockery.
it drools and snarls and spits snot, dressed to the hilt in bows and a bonnet stitched by an
exquisite tailor that would fit snugly against the frame of a small girl, although when the spotlight
stopped shining the beast will most often be found draped in a ragged shawl removed from the
corpse of a proletarian midget who was long rumored to have remained virginal her entire life
until she was supposedly discovered in the sleep induced visions of a high priest performing a
hideous sex act with a slithering serpent and thus found her end standing in the middle of a circle
of stone throwers for only a daughter of venom and devils would allow such a beast to claim it's
nest inside her womb.
on a whim they select a pretty young girl from the audience to throw a live animal into its cage.
on some occasions the poor monstrosity may find itself battling against a snake or a swarm of
wasps, but on this particular evening the contender is a live chicken basted in syringe after
syringe of the monstrosity's own blood, extracted and stored quite professionally while the
beast lay under a coma of chemical tranquility. it knows the stench of it's own blood quite well
from many previous lashings from owner and animal alike and as far as it's primitive brain can
perceive it can smell it's own death radiating menacingly from the shallow-brained bird that has
suddenly intruded upon the beast's metal cell, cold steel marked territorially by undernourished
urine.
the monster leaps forward, and although it has obviously starved for some time it simply can't
seem to eat the chicken, jaws gumming and dripping with drool, and in fact, for a moment it
seems like the chicken is winning for it not only has been deprived of many essential comforts as
well but also has been injected with a potent amphetamine formula designed to affect it's simple
brain with screaming psychosis. frothing with aggression it's pecking beak aims for the eyes and
genitalia causing the monster to run shamefully away, searching for a corner safe to cower in.
this routine got quite a chuckle from an audience so decrepit that violence without shame or
humiliation is always a waste of the few shillings they are expected to fork over, but just as the
giggles die down the monster seized the fowl abruptly with one quivering hand, broke the
chicken's neck with all the strength it could muster and ripped its wings right from their sockets,
flapping them above it's head as if imitating flight.
the audience applauded, but gum as it may, the monster still couldn't reduce the animal into a
mush fit for swallowing.
after this spectacle the beast's professional caregiver entered the cage dressed head to toe in
rubber and gave it a large injection of opiated tranquilizers, struggling to drive the syringe home
while "rock a bye baby" was played in the distance on an ancient out of tune calliope as they
dressed the monster in a bib and bottle fed it a mixture of blood, milk, and salt.
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with fresh blood spilled until the heart stopped beating the show is now over and all the
gamblers ante up, some quite begrudgingly. a final prize is given out at random as the curator of
events draws a random name from a bowler hat and awards a handsome young man with a
thick crop of red hair and a beautiful, husky, well endowed wife the remainder of the mawed
chicken for there is still plenty of unspoiled meat clinging to it's crippled bones. an old man
brandishing a wooden crucifix (with the nailed savior's stomach bloated and swollen from
starvation, an unspoiled vagina between it's bare legs even though it has the physique of a small
boy, and the head of a grinning boar), glares pure hatred from his ancient eyes at the young
couples blessing of mutilated meat even though he has bares the fattest gut in the village. it is
said that the head of the boar can be removed from the body of his idol, which he will fill with
rotten meat before screwing it back on to attract a halo of flies as the meat rots, and many
bottle necks buzz about this instant, drinking from his perspiration.
meanwhile the lucky, skilled, and successful with their wagers buy cigars soaked in a thin gruel
of poorly prepared hash oil and coal size lumps of adulterated, pockmarked opium from young
girls wearing authentic but customized secret police uniforms from an old totalitarian Reich that
choked violently on the special kind of death greed that is only downright satisfied with total
genocide. bottles of opium wine come uncorked, cigars meet flame, ass gets slapped, and the
champions of capitalism stagger off to child brothels with heads help high.