BLINK by Josef Desade
 
The sound of a screen door slamming echoed relentlessly in my head...the jeep ahead of me. An unceasing ringing in my ears as leaves crunch softly underfoot, crushed into dust that blew away in the breeze. I hold the side of my head as I feel the rust on the handle of the jeep scrape against my fingers as I squeeze the handle and lift myself up into the dirty and ripped seat behind the worn steering wheel. A loud honk and I jumped, banging my head against the ceiling.
 
Fucking a... are you fucking serious?!
 
Breathe...breathe...concentrate...
 
Reality snapped back into focus as I examined my face in the reflection of the rear-view mirror. I’m fucking sweating...I hate it when I get all sweaty because I know the anxiety is right around the corner.
 
I shook my head...I could feel the abyss drawing near...
 
Try to fight it...try to fight it...
 
Slow breaths...slow...but that fucking bitch...why the fuck is there a fingerprint on the mirror...breathe...don’t let the walls close in...
 
Thump...thump...thump...
 
Exhale...
 
I wonder if anyone else finds it calming to just shake their head until everything becomes a blur...
 
Can’t stop it...
 
I repeatedly punch the steering column until my knuckles are swollen.
 
Fuck...great...now this fucking beeping won’t stop...
 
I hear myself screaming and know it’s time to go.
 
Fabric brushes against my hand as I reach into my pocket and pull my keys out.
 
The jingle and dull thud of them hitting the floor sounds deafening inside my head.
 
FUCK!
 
Stop fucking shaking...just fucking STOP!
 
What was that??
 
Red and blue...flashing...the sound of brakes.
 
Should I go for it? Should I throw this bitch into drive and just take it for a ride?
 
My sweat turned ice cold and then a sudden wave of nausea overtook me, followed by a strange calm.
 
I watched the stupid pig grunt as he pulled his swollen weight up from the inside of the car and started his slow waddle over towards me. Absolutely disgusting. He seemed nervous...as he should be. His hand rested on the unbuttoned holster where that beautiful metallic gleam peeked out from. More brakes squealing as two more cruisers pulled up.
 
Three...possibly more...
 
Click...the slow drone of the window going down.
 
Probably should put my hands where he can see them or some shit...
 
I watched the door slowly open and swung my legs to the side...
 
FUCK! I’m going to kill this bastard...
 
Cold glass and steel against my face...
 
My head began to pound...
 
I could hear him grunting right in my damn ear...
 
My fucking arms...I’m going to kill this goddamn pig...
 
I could feel the abyss calling my name...
 
Need to remember to breathe...breathe...but his fucking goddamn voice...
 
My surroundings blurred, and I watched the piece of shit stumble backwards as I yanked my arm free. His face felt like warm pizza dough in my grip and then there was the beautiful red mixing with sparkling jewels of glass. I smiled as the warm spray of blood slapped me across the face like an ex-lover and breathed in deeply the copper scent. Ripping a piece of broken glass from the car I laughed as I plunged it deep into that fucker’s neck.
 
No time to hesitate...right now action is needed...
 
I quickly reached down and pulled the Glock from the officer’s holster and I swear to fucking god time stood still as I saw the sunlight reflect off of it...the most beautiful fucking thing ever...
 
BANG...BANG...
 
Two shots from almost point-blank range at this point, as these other two shocked pieces of shit ran towards me.
 
Flesh tearing...cracking bone...the splash of a wave of brain matter hitting the pavement, as the Autumn leaves blew calmly on a cool breeze.
 
Flashing red and blue...
 
Three little piggies...well I guess that makes me the big, bad, motherfuckin wolf.
 
Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale...
 
My pants suddenly felt tight as I felt a smile creep up my face...
 
I took a step back towards the house...
 
Fuck it...this bitch is gonna get it.
 
 
 
I was running...my heart was pounding in my chest and I could barely breathe...
 
Stumbling...blinded by tears that streamed down my dust covered face...
 
My feet leaving the ground as I glimpse a twisting tree root poking out of the underbrush behind me...
 
I hit the ground hard, the little air still in my lungs flying out as I struggled; gasping.
 
The world spun around as I tumbled down the hill and onto the river bed. I slowly stood up and brushed myself off as I picked ripped denim from a bloody scrape on my leg. Anger overcame my sadness for a moment and I screamed as I kicked the rocky ground next to the river that winded through the landscape. It felt like everything I knew had crashed down around me as I threw my ten-year-old frame to the ground. The sadness washed back over me in a wave as the water next to me licked at my heels and I buried my face into the sand and cried. It felt like forever that I lay there on the river bank, the salty tears falling off my face and making little explosions in the sand that I watched erupt through blurred vision. I don’t remember hearing anything before the nervous fingertips pressed against my shoulder and I looked up slowly to the figure that stood before me; a black shadow against the backdrop of the sun.
 
I wiped my face and felt the sting of sand getting into my eyes as my vision came back into focus. In front of me stood a little girl I knew from school. She was a grade behind me, but I knew her from the neighbourhood as well. In our middle of nowhere town in North-western Georgia everybody knew everyone. Strangers weren’t very welcome, and we were always considered a little strange by the rest of the state.
 
She looked down at me concerned...I always hated when people gave me that look.
 
Pity...even at ten I hated pity. It was something people gave to the people they looked down upon and dad always sa...
 
Dad...
 
The wood splintered easily with a loud cracking sound...
 
An animal like yelp to the right as a quick motion caught my eye.
 
I never liked this dipshit...
 
I hear myself giggling as the pistol in my hand cracks my roommate’s stupid fucking face.
 
Thump...
 
Fucking....piece...of...shit! Fuck you! Fuck you!
 
I start coughing as tears stream down my face because I’m laughing so hard as the steel reinforced toe of my boot repeatedly cracks into his head.
 
Crunch...crunch...crunch...it reminds me of the leaves outside as they were flattened beneath my feet outside.
 
I tell him he looks fucking stupid as he gurgles at me...what an annoying sound. He’s making a fucking mess of the cream coloured carpet spitting that shit all over the place.
 
A scream from across the hallway in front of me...
 
Shit...I thought he’d be easier to drag...
 
Into the bedroom...
 
Guess who’s home!
 
This stupid slut...look at her trying to hide behind her knees...stupid fucking cunt. Looking at me with those pretty eyes like an animal caught in the headlights of a car...god I’m fucking hard...
 
Thud...her boyfriend’s legs hit the hardwood floor. One more kick for good measure to this dipshit.
 
Crunch.
 
Her fucking screaming is driving me crazy...
 
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
 
This bitch just doesn’t know when the fuck to quit...
 
The world blurred as I shook my head...
 
I can’t take this...
 
If there’s one kind of person I can’t stand...
 
Strands of hair wrapped around my fingers as I felt her neck grow stiff as her eyes grew wide in terror as she stared at the ceiling.
 
A sharp sting as my hand connected to her face with a crack.
 
Fucking bitch...I told you to just shut the fuck up and you didn’t just shut the fuck up so now...SHUT THE FUCK UP.
 
I began to laugh, and she whimpered as she tried to shield herself from me. Her shirt was turning a beautiful crimson red as blood poured from her nose.
 
Face down into the mattress...a pool of red forming around her...
 
Thud...thud...thud...my fist was like a heartbeat against her lower spine.
 
All she had to do was shut the fuck up...
 
So fucking horny...I can’t take this anymore...
 
One little crack to the skull and you go to sleep...
 
Sweet dreams cunt...
 
Fabric ripping as I turned her across the bed and tore the fabric from her legs.
 
I started laughing uncontrollably...
 
Fucking bitch is going to wake up with this asshole’s battered face ready for a kiss...
 
I’m surprised by how quickly his face had turned into a swollen purple mess.
 
Disoriented moans...
 
Oh slow down honey, you’ll really be moaning in a minute.
 
She must of opened her eyes and seen her lover because she started screaming as I forced her legs apart...
 
Thud...
 
Stay the fuck down bitch...
 
Ripped panties on the bed...the sound of terror in the air...I was ready to fuck.
 
My belt jingled as it fell to the floor and the Glock made a pretty little click as it cocked while I put it to the back of her head...
 
Hold still bitch...
 
I always loved that unwanted moan they let out as I forced my way into them...
 
How the fuck do you like that you little slut?! Is that how you like to get it?
 
She was trying to fight back moaning but she was crying so hard she started to choke...
 
Her hair...so soft in my grip...I tightened my fingers and she tried to scream as she gazed into her boyfriend’s eyes.
 
Harder...harder...I could feel her body reacting as she tried to feign disgust but she couldn’t hold back and started to scream in pleasure.
 
That’s fucking right bitch...
 
I need to stop laughing...I can’t breathe...I need to...
 
A scream broke my concentration...
 
I said to shut the fuck up!
 
BANG.
 
Her boyfriend’s face exploded spraying her with bits of bone and brain matter.
 
I felt a warm release as I exploded into her.
 
A rush as I used her as a springboard and jumped up.
 
Struggling...scrambling...fuck this bitch.
 
Where ya going, hun? Our date just got started...
 
Darkness...cold sweat...shivers down my spine...a ringing in the ears...
 
I sat straight up in my bed, frantically looking from side to side.
 
All a dream...a stupid fucking dream...nothing more...
 
Slow down...deep breath...exhale...
 
I wonder what my shrink is gonna say about this one...
 
What a fucking joke...
 
Therapy never helped me. It didn’t solve the thoughts...didn’t silence them...
 
Suppression...but you can’t suppress darkness for long however; it always finds a way to get its inky tendrils through the smallest crack...before you know it BAM...the plaster is beginning to crumble and you open your fucking mouth to breathe but find that you’re choking on your own shit as it pours into your goddamn soul.
 
It ripped out any form of light that was left inside until all you knew was apathy...and the haunting thoughts...raw emotion...way back in the blackened depths...the ones that you thought you silenced...but deep down in the dark...way in the fucking depths...they were lying in wait within...hidden in the shadows of your soul...just waiting to find that tiny little crack...
 
A quick glimpse of the ceiling and then the wall as morning sun rays flittered across the canvas before me.
 
A dark hallway...the sound of someone crying at the end behind a partially closed door...my little feet cautiously crept towards the crack...
 
My cousin was crying...his clothes dishevelled...for just a brief second our eyes met and then he lowered his towards something on the ground...
 
I looked down and saw my father’s handkerchief bunched up on the floor...white against red... the contrast glared back at me...
 
For a moment everything was fuzzy...confusion...and then fear took hold as my cousin pulled my uncle’s revolver from the side of his bed and put it to his head...
 
BANG!
 
Tears falling...everything slowed down...screaming...horrible inhuman screaming...
 
Suddenly everything grew distant as a high-pitched ringing drowned out the rest of the world...
 
Sudden clarity...red everywhere...
 
My mother holding my cousin...but what was wrong with his face? My uncle on his knees...tears streaming...big black boots...the smell of oil and wood...
 
My father was looking at me as he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt...why was he smiling...leaning forward...
 
I watched him pick up the handkerchief as he winked at me and left the room...
 
Leaves crunching under foot...the sound of the rake scraping the ground...it’s that stupid fucking cat again...always on my damn steps looking all smug...cloth against my face, the scent of sweat and cologne; a cool breeze as a chill goes down my spine...orange, yellow and red exploding into the air, falling to the ground like feathers...Squeal of tires...burning rubber in the air as metal connects with metal...a seat belt sways against the side of the light blue steel...screaming...a child crying...the mother running from the car and yanking on the man’s arm as mascara runs down her face like oil...SLAP...the man backhands her...I can feel my eyes lighting up...kicking and screaming the child under his arm...SLAM...metal against metal...a cloud of dust as the tires spin...I see in my head fire....sparks...a burning flame....then there was silence as the car sped away into the distance...a blurred landscape as my vision goes side to side...I know what needs to be done....THUNK...THUNK...Squeals...THUNK...the cat tore away across the yard...I lower my head...clumps of sticky hair stuck in the rake...what a mess...a big orange crescent rising in the sky...as if the moon fell on its back just to create a Cheshire cat smile that looked down and mocked me...
 
The blur of the road...I always found a serene quality to the constant movement as if one was watching a symphony of colour as the pavement blended with the green trees...the blue sky...yellow lines...flashing like a movie reel in my mind as they danced in the headlight, flickering through space...time ceased to have a meaning...everything was calm within utter chaos...weightless...visions playing before my eyes...answers...a static feedback echoing around me...immortality...infinity...a wrinkle in time that pulled me in like a lover’s soft caress...wrapping around my body as everything ceased to be...purity...menacing neon lights...lips floating in the darkness...the tranquil night takes on a darker visage...pernicious vibes surround me...whispering in my head...spiralling along uneven twists and turns as everything slows to a crawl...menacing hills looming over me...a burning city in the distance...burning bright...into the gaping mouth and everything is red...unexplainable fear...the doorway is closing...growing smaller...instinct...reaching through the fog...the lights went out...I lay on my floor shivering...there was blood everywhere again. Paralysis overtook my body and I lay still. A catatonic calming sensation overtook my body...blink...the world went dark...a strange light through the window as if something was burning...blink...the world went dark...my face stuck to the floor in a pool of blood...blink...the world went dark.
 
A flashing light...on, off...on, off...red and then black again. The phone in front of me on the floor...a voicemail. An unknown caller on the other end...my cousin had been reported missing. The detective on the other end left a phone number to call back. Stretching and climbing to my feet, shaking off the dreams from the night before. A soft beeping in the other room as the aroma of coffee drifted through the air. Best part of waking up...a long, exaggerated yawn...everything in its place on the kitchen counter. Watching the slow stream of liquid pour into the mug another yawn escaped me. The warm liquid hitting the back of my throat as I walked towards the half open doorway...descending...step by step into the eternal dusk that was only broken by a single bulb.
 
It’s amusing, the horror in my cousin’s face when the hood comes off. Why doesn’t he understand this is the only way to heal the past? That fucking whimper...what a fucking coward. There is no fucking room for cowardice in this household. How the fuck does he expect to heal without facing the beasts from the past?! I wish I could remove the ballgag but he would just start screaming again...I thought he would revel in watching his demons exorcised but all he fucking did was scream while I slowly flayed my father’s back. At least dad had shut his goddamn mouth after a few hours, now I had to babysit this fucking baby until he could get a grip on himself.
 
LOOK IN HIS FUCKING FACE YOU COWARD! TELL HIM YOU AREN’T AFRAID ANYMORE!
 
I shook the chair, chuckling as he squeezed his eyes shut. This was going to take longer than I expected. A groan came from father as he slowly turned, the chains holding his arms to the beams glinting in the light of the single bulb. A swift fist to the midsection and he vomited up the remains of whatever he had eaten before I had picked him up the night before. Disgusting...fucking disgusting. The scent of bile was overwhelming and this whole scenario was just pissing me off.
 
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?! ARE YOU A FUCKING BABY?! WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO CLEAN UP THIS MESS?!
 
No patience for this right now, it would have to wait until later. Perhaps after a few more hours my cousin would come to his senses...if he didn’t finish this himself he would never heal. A sigh escaped me as my fist connected with the piece of shit for a second time. The little bitch looked like he wanted to cry...but there are no tears allowed in this household, right dad? Piece of shit. I felt my cousin shudder as I patted his head and walked towards the stairs...he wasn’t ready yet. The door made a satisfying click as it shut behind me...now where did I leave my coffee?
 
SLAP!
 
The belt came down like a whip, leaving a bright red welt across her back. Again and again it slapped against her skin. Tears soaked my face as mother cried out in pain. I turned to look away and he grabbed the sides of my face, his nails tearing into my skin. A yelp escaped me and suddenly I was seeing stars as I felt my legs go out from under me and slammed into the wall. I couldn’t stop shaking and he was screaming in my face...I’m sorry...I’m sorry...I couldn’t stop saying it as he spit in my face, the scent of whiskey on his breath. His boot caught the side of my head and everything went dark for a minute as I crumpled into a pile on the floor. Play dead...just play dead...I heard the belt come down hard again...the buckle connecting with bone as it cracked mother’s skull...her body lay limp over the table as I heard the zipper on his pants sliding down.
 
Red knuckles...white skin...shakes again as I gripped the steering wheel...disoriented I looked around at my surroundings...a woman was watching me from the doorway of a gas station with a worried look as she quickly ushered her kid inside. Had I been screaming again? I glanced at the passenger seat, scanning along it...orange...orange...where had they gone? Leaning over I blindly felt around the floor of the backseat until I heard the familiar rattling. There they are...squeezing the cap I felt it turn...nice and smooth...the little white pills fell into my hand with a shake and I downed them as I took a deep breath and cleared my head...The shakes were getting worse with each passing day...the meds would stop them they had told me...bullshit! All part of a fucking plan to dope us all up...take away our minds...stop us from thinking clearly...blood was what would make it stop. The past needed to bleed for us all to heal, how else could they expect things to get better?
 
Cigarettes...that’s why I had stopped here...the door slammed shut behind me as I listened to my footsteps on the pavement, my boots making a calming thump...thump...with each passing step. Leaving the slight chill of outside behind...warmth from inside as a bell jingled, turning to a clang as it rested against the glass door. A line at the counter...some fucking idiot arguing about the price of a bag of chips...the lady from outside pouring coffee at a counter...the little child...scanning the room I caught sight of him in the back corner near the restrooms. Thump...thump...boots against tile...a smile spread across my face as the child looked up from the candy bar he was trying to reach that was just too far from his grimy fingertips. He took a step back, uncertainty written all over his face as I reached past his head and took hold of the candy bar that had eluded him.
 
Dangling just over his head, he smiled as I dropped it into his waiting arms before his mother yelled at him with concern to stay at her side and shot me a dirty look. Fucking cunt...should teach her a lesson about giving dirty fucking looks to strangers, then maybe she would think twice before being a fucking bitch. Thump...thump...into line as the woman went out of her way to avoid me until I was in front of her. The clerk looked like cattle to me, empty soulless eyes as they handed the pack of Newports over the counter. Satisfying pat as the pack hit my hand and the crisp sound of cellophane tearing as I pulled a cigarette out and shot a smile over my shoulder at the bitch and walked out the door.
 
Oh father dearest...I’m home...the bulb flickered to life as my heavy steps resounded through the basement. Oh...how rude of me, did you want a smoke? A sizzling as my cigarette was snuffed against his face. A sudden jolt as his body spasmed...fucking little bitch, that’s all you are. At least my cousin had finally stopped his sniffling...stupid fucking coward...just as bad in the end as the rest of them...I tried to help him but some people just want to wallow in their own suffering...I could feel the shakes coming back as the scent of copper filled my nose...stumbling back up the stairs...falling to my knees...pulling myself back up, hand on the cool countertop...
 
The orange pill jar caught my eye next to the sink...the pills...that’s what was doing it...they were causing the shakes...fuck what the therapist had said...a little musical tink as they bounced back and forth against steel, spiralling round and down the drain. A sharp pain as my fist clenched and the plastic bottle cracked, causing a jagged little line of blood to form in my palm...I stared at it as my body shook, teeth held tight together. Stumbling back to find a chair...missed...the floor rushed to greet my face.
 
Ragged and wild eyed, it scrambled across the floor on its hands and knees like some strange insect before the chains reached their length and she was flung backwards. A quick rush of air as he flew past me in a rage, steel toe boots connecting with her jaw...CRACK! She screamed incoherently and he yelled for me to come closer...cautiously creeping up behind him as he threw her on her back and stomped her pale stomach...she clenched her hands over herself and curled up in a ball as tears created little streams on her dirty face...I shouldn’t be scared of the thing he said...she couldn’t hurt me as long as she was on her leash...it was time to celebrate...he was screaming in her face...the thing that used to be Mother looked pathetic...like a starving dog, chained up and left to die. His boot connected with her face and she grew still...as quiet consumed the room the fear dissipated...I took a deep breath as he grinned at me, parting the things legs and lifted her skirt...tonight I was thirteen...it was time to become a man.
 
The girl smiled shyly at me, her pale skin almost glowing against the deep red of the comforter. Her blonde hair was draped over one shoulder as she put her arms our to either side and let me tighten the restraints. Excitement was overwhelming me as the clasp locked in place around her neck and she bent her legs to the side to show me the prize she held between her thighs. I humoured the cheap whore and ran my fingertips along the inside of her leg as she exhaled in approval. I lifted a fishnet covered leg and put it over my shoulder as I slowly teased her with my tongue.
 
It was a struggle tonight not to let my agitation show as the scent of latex reached me from the bitches cunt...not only was she thirty-eight minutes late, the fucking slut didn’t even clean up after being a cum dumpster for whatever scum she had been with earlier. One thing Father had always been right about, a whore is not human, far from it. They were just like cattle awaiting a slaughter. Dirty pieces of shit that deserved no human rights and should be used up and then put to pasture like the filthy animals they were.
 
She swung her legs over my broad shoulders, wrapping them around me as she tried to ply my tongue closer to her disgusting filth. Fucking stupid cunt wants to be eaten, well why not give her what she wanted...I sunk my teeth in, tearing flesh as I ripped her clit away from her body with a snap, her screams whipping me into a frenzy. I felt control slipping away but medicine never went down easy. I reached into the back pocket of my pants and felt the hand carved handle of the knife I had picked just for tonight. It glimmered in my eyes for a moment before I plunged it deep into her disease, repeatedly fucking the stupid bitch with it. Her screams reached a fevered pitch as the blood poured down my arm...
 
Dirty fucking cunt, you like that you whore?! I bet you do! Who the fuck said you can go to sleep, open your goddamn eyes and shut your fucking mouth...
 
She started to spasm as I ripped the knife out and began to stab at her stomach. Such a beautiful sight, like watching a rose bloom as each downward plunge created a new smile in her skin. The flow of blood began to slow as it soaked into the blankets below her. A waste of flesh...bitch probably had aids...well now she will be in the trash where she belongs. The bed bounced a little under my weight as I hopped off of it and wiped my hands off on the foot of the comforter. Her face was contorted like some strange Halloween mask that someone had stuck on a wet bag of leaves.
 
The bones were the hardest to cut through...Father guided him as the saw worked its way into the ivory. The flesh fell away in chunks, slow drizzles of blood forming pools on the floor as they dripped to the ground where they began to congeal. It felt like I had been cutting for hours, methodically being guided by my father’s more experienced hands. My hands were sore by the time it was done and I stepped back to look at the pieces of meat that had once been Mother. I thought I would have wept, but no tears came. She had served her purpose and if she had been more attentive over the years and less disobedient perhaps she still would have had one, but Father said this time would always come. I felt his hand on my shoulder and glanced over to see a look of pride in his eyes for the first time in my life...I had become a man.
 
Grogginess...hushed voices...a strange beeping from behind my head. It was hard to breathe as the bright light blinded me. Where am I? What is all of this? The light grew more bearable as I blinked my eyes and everything began to come into focus. The scent of disinfectant reached my nose and I almost gagged as the beeping continued in my ears. So hard to breathe...something stuck in my throat...a hard yank and a tube came out...turning to the side a heart rate monitor came into view...my mouth felt like cotton as I slowly pushed myself up on my elbows, my muscles sore and weak beneath my weight.
 
I reached for a glass of water that sat on a table next to the bed as a nurse came running in, a look of excitement on her face. She was rambling...yelling for a doctor...something about a coma...out for a week...what had happened? Why was I here? I took a gulp from the glass and felt the cool water rush into my throat as a stickiness filled it and I coughed, the force of it shaking my entire body as a slight pain reverberated in the back of my head. I fell back on a pillow as a doctor came into the room and began to look at a chart at the foot of the bed.
 
My head ached as I tried to remember...quick flashes of distant memories...a sudden pain. There was yelling...familiar faces from what seemed like dreams...rent money was late...someone shoved me against a wall...threats...it was all hazy. My legs were all pins and needles as the sudden movement from my body started to wake them up from the slumber they had enjoyed the past week. The memory of crunching leaves beneath my feet...it was starting to come back as I saw my Jeep parked at the curb...stride by stride getting closer...a shout from a doorway as a screen door slammed shut...I turned to yell something back and before I could react it hit me...flying through the air...spinning...face down I hit the pavement as my vision blurred...tail lights speeding off in the distance....darkness...
 
The doctor was talking now, his voice booming in the small room. He was telling me it was a miracle that I hadn’t suffered any serious injuries other than the concussion that had caused the temporary coma. My roomate’s face flashed in my mind as he continued on, anger welling up beneath my calm demeanour. I listened as he went on to tell me about the accident and that they would be able to release me after a night of observation as long as I had a family member I could call. My father’s shit eating grin ran through my mind as the doctor turned and walked into the hallway, leaving the nurse to tend to me.
 
So, is there someone you would like us to call?
 
Yeah...my cousin...he has a nice big house...wouldn’t mind taking me in for a few days...we have unfinished business anyways...
 
THE END
 
NB: This story first appeared in Horror, Sleaze, and Trash.
 
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