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You all know the story behind this? No? Well, it's actually the "Skulltree", and is part of the back cover for Rubberman's Cage.. but some ladies on FB decided to rename it.. and now.. and now this is a thing. So. Yeah.
Fresh off the keyboard, unedited, and.. UNRATED... (there's a bad word in it.. like THREE TIMES!) from Rubberman's Cage-
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The
next room over was fairly large, and badly lit. The middle of the
room was a semi-organized pile of blankets, presumably with a
mattress underneath. The far wall displayed a selection of items.
Tools,
mostly. Lenth wasn't familiar with tools in general, but it seemed
obvious that some were modified by Citizens, maybe Mike.
A
ball-peen hammer had a few nails attached to the head. A claw hammer
had its claw battered down to be sharper than the original design. A
heavy pair of gloves hung with barbed wire wrapped around them with a
metal plate attached to shield the forearms. A set of crude, spiked
'iron knuckles' hung near those. Some longer tool no longer had its
original working end, and the metal shaft had been hammered down into
a blade, like a medium-sized sword.
Several
more items filled out the display, but Lenth was drawn to the largest
item, a sledge hammer. It stood on its head, handle sticking up. He
knelt next to it and felt along the handle, picking it up with a bit
of a grunt. He looked at Marcy, who was looking at him with a raised
eyebrow.
“Like
it nice and big?” she purred with a sultry smirk.
Lenth
heaved it up into both hands. “People fight with these? Seems kind
of stupid, by the time you get it swinging, the person you're trying
to hit would like... not be in that spot any more.”
“That
was supposed to get a reaction out of you,” Marcy said, slightly
disappointed and slightly frustrated.
“Huh?
I answered.”
Marcy
unzipped her top, past the navel, and arched back to nudge out a bit
of cleavage. It was a motion she'd done many times in the past, but
this time she did it with no seductive smoothness. Just quick, blunt,
and almost clinical. “Okay, a girl unzips in front of you, alone in
a room with a bed. What does that make you think?”
“Oh.
Oh! I'm sorry, I'll pick a better weapon and leave so you can get to
sleep,” Lenth said apologetically, turning back to the weapon
display.
Marcy
clenched her fists and shrugged. “It's no fun telling you I'm not
interested in actually fucking you when you don't take the bait!”
Lenth
dropped the sledge hammer where he'd gotten it from, and turned back
to Marcy. “I'm confused.”
Marcy
shook her head. “Yeah. Yeah, don't worry about it, I'm just wasting
your time anyway,” she flicked her hands dismissively at the
weapons. “go ahead, pick what you want. Don't rush on my account.”
“Well,
hold on, what's 'fucking', and why would I do it to you?” Lenth
asked.
Covering
her mouth, and reaching out with her other hand to some imaginary
audience, she turned about the room until she faced Lenth once again.
“Sex!” she yelled, “fucking means sex! Have you head
of sex?”
Lenth
nodded, and pointed at Marcy. “Yes. I have. I leaned all about it,
but I don't think creating children right now would help. Having more
people helping me find Six would be good, but I also learned that
children take a long time to grow inside-”
Marcy
screamed in exasperation, leaving a silent void.
After
a moment, Lenth rallied his courage to speak again. “I'm pretty
sure I remember being one, and it was a long time to-”
“Hush.”
Marcy said flatly, shaking her head.
“And
I've seen some children recently in the Provi-”
“Just.
Just stop now, Lenth.”
He
obeyed. As long as his curiosity permitted. “Marcy. Have you done
sex?”
She
put her hand on her forehead, and nodded small quick nods, biting her
lip. “Yeah. Yeah Lenth, I seem to remember doing sex a couple of
times.”
“Oh!
So where are your children now?”
Marcy
squinted at Lenth. “When I first met you, I said I needed to
educate you. I had no idea how bad it was. Just pick a weapon
already.”
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