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- Part I of The Roger Gail Saga: The Cleansing.
Oh Mother. Dearest Mother. Oh how I envy you. Always perfect… always… clean. You’ve taught me a few things in this time I was your son. You taught me how to be clean. You taught me how to clean.
“Roger,” you would always say to me, “I’m not going to be here forever to keep you clean. You are going to need to learn how to keep yourself clean.” After you told me this the first time, you handed me a bottle of Clorox Bleach and a large piece of steel wool. “Clean yourself for Mother.” You said to me. I poured the bottle of bleach over my head, and began scrubbing… The pain was worth it in order to be clean. Blood is a sign of cleanliness you always told me. Then, after I finished cleansing myself, you rewarded me. You reached for my… center… and stroked it. The pleasure was almost too much to bear.
But now you’re dead. And your head, is frozen and in my shed.
It was I who ended your existence. You didn’t give me what I wanted, so I took it from you by force. Oh the ecstasy that was bestowed on me when I crammed my center in your mouth. In and out. IN AND FUCKING OUT. Gah! Just thinking about it is getting me off… I just might have to do it again. Your skull is not enough for me anymore.
“SHE WOULD NEED TO BE SPLIT OPEN.”
Ten years have passed since I have ended my mother’s life. I have been living a rather simple life, teaching the fucking idiots of today. How I would just love to kill them all. Filthy fucking creatures. But, it was all worth it in the end when I would return to my humble abode and I would dig Mother’s head out of my freezer and then… well… I’ll leave the rest of that to your imagination, but let us just say that I relive quite a vivid memory from my past.
I reached my home and hurried over to the shed that contained my freezer. I dug around a bit inside, but I did find it. Mother’s head. I stood there, and just stared at the disembodied cranium, It looked rather old and disgusting after many hundreds of uses. Then it struck me. The head was filthy… Mother wouldn’t really be thrilled about me doing this with such a disgusting object.
4:15. My day has been long and hard, dealing with those simple, filthy creatures all day long. There is nothing more satisfying then washing off the dirt and grime of a long day. Mother was the only who understood this feeling. This lust for a cleansing. I entered my bathroom. The baby-blue tile with the white outline. The color resembled those old public towels pulled down by every filthy human until the dry, cleanness ran out, and I was left with nothing but wet, ungodly filth.
I began running a bath. The hot steam soon filled the room, fogging the mirror, making the tiles slippery and sweaty. Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt, letting it lay on the floor. My naked body no longer shivered and pulsed for cleanliness. The steam surrounded me like the tightness of a mother’s womb. Mother’s womb was so tight, so… pleasurable. I slid my feet into the scalding water; my skin soon turned blotchy with red burns. Hot enough to cleanse, but not hot enough to scar. Scars were filthy. Burning was right.
Oh, Mother, I would never throw your body away. Throwing away Mother’s body would be sinful. I had spent the good part of every morning for a month wrapping parts of Mother's soft, aged body with plastic wrap. Wrapping her body preserved her innocence and saintly beauty. To prevent the hot water from penetrating her wrappings, I coated her body in Vaseline. Ugh, the Vaseline. I would rub the Vaseline over my naked body, making sure to carefully coat my center. Mother laid on her bed. Her eyes no longer watching me. The pressure to coat Mother became too much. That fucking animalistic sense overwhelmed me and I could no longer take the pain. I sprinted over to Mother’s wrapped body, her skin and luscious, clean curves pressed tight on the plastic wrap. I slammed my body onto hers, rubbing the Vaseline over every inch, every curve. My center being pulsed and throbbed like never before. I closed my eyes as I felt her presence over power me. My animalistic sense tore a hole in her wrappings as I penetrated deep into my Mother’s center. Never before had such a pleasure been felt. Oh, Christ the pleasure of her cold, tight, safe center. That fucking dirty cunt coated in that bastard’s seed. I would protect her innocence. I would remove that bastard’s seed. Before I burst, I slid out of Mother, and crawled down below her stomach. I had never seen Mother’s center before. It was so… so… natural and innocent. Except for what was inside her. My rage burned deep in my center and I slid my tongue into her deep womb. Not long enough. She would need to be split open. I hurried out to the shed, in search of the solution to this problem. A wood axe would do just nicely. I took the axe and hurried back to Mother. When I saw her there I wasn’t sure if I should do this, she was so beautiful laying there, so innocent. I made my decision. I propped Mother up on her neck where her pretty head used to sit and leaned her up against the tub, it took some time to get her to balance, but it was worth it. I brought the axe down onto her center, one time, two times, THREE TIMES. I enjoyed it. She was split open, my tongue was free to reach into her, but then I made an observation… one that changed my way of thinking… one that made me change. Mother was filthy. A corpse. A fucking desecrated corpse. A FUCKING, MAGGOT INFESTED, FILTHY CORPSE. Mother was unclean… and my actions have, in turn, made me unclean. I must become clean once again.
I laid the two halves of Mother, oh wait… I remember that she was still connected together by the top of her vertebrae, but that’s beside the point. I laid her in the bath tub and turned on the scolding hot water. As the steam was filling the room, I ran down the stairs to the basement. There was a little room at the far end of the basement with a blood red door. I walked over to the door and opened it. Inside this room is where Mother kept all of her… Implements… I grabbed two, one gallon jugs of Clorox brand bleach and walked back up to the bathroom. I uncapped the bottles and poured them into the tub, her hard flesh began to rot and melt away in the mixture. I let her ferment in the tub until all that was left was two halves of a nice, pearly white skeleton.
I drained the tub, as the ooze went down the drain I picked up what was left of Mother. She had achieved the ultimate form of cleansing. She was forever clean. I took the skeleton and placed it in a trunk that I had lying in my basement. I laid a blanket over top the trunk and nailed a picture of mother onto the wall above the trunk. Fitting… don’t you think?
I woke up the next morning, ready to begin the day. The daily routine of “wake up, eat, teach, eat, bathe, eat, read, sleep” was so mundane, but perfect for me. When I got to the school, I was feeling rather good. Ready to teach and all… that was until… He came in. There was this boy, Colton was his name. He was a disgusting child. You see, Colton was a farm boy; he worked on the farm for his family by milking cows and doing whatever the fuck farm boys do. He was always late to class, always interruptive, and had a voice that would grind at your ears until all you want to do is deafen yourself with the nearest sharp object. Colton walked up to me and asked me about a question on the homework I assigned last night, and then I noticed something… His persona radiated with the smell of shit. Not just animal shit. But human shit.
The smell was too much for me to bare. I ran out of the room and vomited on the floor in front of the Spanish room. At that moment I decided…
Colton needs to become clean. He must be cleansed.