Day 14 - Vapors (novel chunk)

    The next room he encountered was a more fully realized scene from Julie’s life.  She was in her apartment, a place that Mick himself had visited on occasion, looking every bit a grown woman now.  A knock at her door drew both of their attentions.  Mick hung back while Julie went to open the door.  He was shocked when she returned with Uncle Joe.
    “Was surprised to get your call,” Joe said.
    “Well, I’ve missed you.”
    Mick could see Julie putting on her coquettish attitude, something that was very effective at seduction, but was always a lie.  She used it almost like breathing to manipulate men, and he thought part of the reason she liked him is that he wasn’t so entranced by her pussy that he wouldn’t call her on her bullshit.  The relationship was reciprocal as well, since Mick certainly had his share of lies and head games that had almost morphed into a part of his personality.  Having a hot woman who saw right through him was rare, and enticing.
    Uncle Joe closed on Julie surprisingly quickly for a seemingly out of shape man.
\    “Why don’t you show me little girl.”
    “Whoa.  Slow down.  We’ll get to that.”
    “We’ll get to that.  We’ll get to that?  Bitch I said show me!” Joe roared.
    Just as quickly Julie was on the floor after a brutal, full force backslap from Joe.  He then pulled his belt loose and began to beat her with it mercilessly.
    “You’ve turned into quite the uppity cunt haven’t you?”
    Julie covered her head with her arms as the blows rained down upon her.  Mick could hear her sobbing into the floorboards.  His heart broke for her, but he could not change this scene that had already happened.
    “Good God,” Joe said.  “You always did cry pretty.”
    Julie looked up.
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.  Now c‘mere.”
    Julie crawled over to Joe, who had pulled down his pants.
    “You know what to do,” he said.
    “Yes.  I do, Uncle Joe.”
    Quicker than Mick had ever seen her move, Julie pulled a gleaming kitchen knife from under the sofa and lopped off Uncle Joe’s most offensive appendage.  The effect was instantaneous.  A shower of blood drenched the room.  Mick was shocked at the sudden violence and the crimson spray that threatened to paint the entire room like an overzealous horror film.
    Joe tried desperately to stop the tide, but to no avail.  And by the time he realized he was done, by the time he thought to turn from what he’d lost, to vengeance upon she who had done this, he no longer had the strength to strike.  He simply collapsed to the floor, whimpering, pathetic.  A semi-corpulent gelded heap.  It was a vicious end, but one that guaranteed this man would never hurt another woman.