In the cell
I awoke in the cell, face down on the hard, narrow bed. The room was cold. I couldn't remember what I was in there for, but I somehow knew I deserved it. I wriggled awkwardly over onto my bruised back to get a view of the room. The walls were of bare brick, the ceiling of plaster, and the whole room was harshly lit by the morning sunlight that spewed inconveniently through the small, barred window. The only colour in the room was provided by my raw, red knuckles and the dark-blue steel door in the far wall. I tried to collect my thoughts and remember the previous evening's events.

Gin. A woman. Aniseed balls. A broken chair. A burning leg.

I could remember aspects of the evening, but I was unable to form them into a singular cohesive memory or sequence of events.

As I lay staring upwards, running these thoughts through my mind and conjuring erotic images from the broken plaster of the ceiling, I heard the steel door being opened. There was a cry from outside the cell as the door burst open with such force that it almost came off its hefty iron hinges. I sat up with a start. It was then that I became aware of the pain that was evidence of my considerable rectal damage. I winced, but my expression soon turned to panic as I saw the beast that had forced its way into my cell. The great behemoth shoehorned its hulking frame through the doorway with some difficulty. Its leg was the first part to enter the room; a great slab of a limb with three fat toes the size and colour of dead puppies. The knee was hideous, with flaps of skin spilling down the shin. The sound of the creature's roar was unbearable. It was the sound of a thousand tractors being hurled against a hotel wall by a great sexual elephant-dog. I thought that my nostrils might over-dilate, such was the volume and timbre.

Next came the giant's head, with a lower jaw that protruded so far in front of the upper part of the bovine skull that it could surely be seen by the yellow, pus-filled eyes that were sunk deep into the blistered face. Its torso, though powerful and bulky, was more slender than one would expect for a beast with such an enormous head. The nipples protruded well, and I admired them for a moment. They drooped slightly on account of recent lactation, the remnants of which were apparent upon the greasy abdomen.

I cowered in the corner, hoping not to be noticed, but this abomination of nature had already seen me. It advanced towards me. It's arousal could not be ignored.

So this was twenty-first century justice, Norfolk-style!
(stusut79, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 17:24, Reply)