טוב, בגלל אופי היצירה הרגשתי צורך לכתוב איזשהו הסבר, ניתן
לומר מעין דיסקליימר או אפילו אזהרה. הקטע הבא הוא קטע אלים,
חסר משמעות וחסר פואנטה. מקורו במחשבה שלי על הקטע הכי אלים
שאני מסוגל לחשוב עליו, ואחרי שחשבתי על זה חשבתי שיהיה משעשע
לכתוב את זה. לכן, אם אתם לא אוהבים אלימות חסרת משמעות, אני
מציע לכם לא לקרוא את הקטע הבא.
לאלה שחושבים לעצמם "זה סתם גימיק"- סביר להניח שהצדק עמכם.
ולאלה שיחשבו שאני בנאדם חולני אחרי שיקראו את זה, מה אני יכול
להגיד? אני אישית חושב שאני די נורמלי.
ואני מצטער על הבעיות במבנה והכל, כנראה שזה מה שקורה כשכותבים
בעברית ואנגלית באותו סיפור.
זהו, מספיק לזיין את השכל, לאלה שעדיין רוצים לקרוא את זה, הנה
הסיפור.
התגובות לזה בטח יהיו משעשעות...

Something was wrong.
He woke up on a strange bed. Everything around him was
darkness. He tried to get up and realized that he was tied
up. Chained up, to be accurate. It was very cold.
His disorientation started clearing, and he now felt that
it wasn't a strange bed after all- it was some kind of metal
plate. The words operating table passed through his mind,
but that didn't feel right. An operating room was a highly
lighted room and it was full of noise and movement all the
time. This place, wherever and whatever it was, was as dark
and silent as a tomb (oh, yeah, that's what you ought to be
thinking about right now, he told himself). Besides, most
operations were something you knew about in advance.
He now also understood why it was so cold; he was
completely naked.
He tried to think of the night before, trying to find an
answer to where he was and why; maybe he had drunk too much
and was now in the middle of some weird sado-maso
adventure... but the night before had been a regular night.
He hadn't even gone out, as far as he remembered. Today was
a Tuesday, for Christ's sake.
Maybe it was all a crazy dream (nightmare)? It all seemed
so vivid and real somehow, but it was still more believable
than the thought that it was really happening.
And as he lay there trying to reason things out in his
drowsy I-just-got-up way, a dark figure approached. It
didn't turn on any lights, it didn't say anything, in fact
he didn't even see or hear it... and yet he felt it there.
Something was really fucked up here. Really.
The dark figure came closer, and now he could see it dimly,
as his eyes had adjusted to the almost total darkness. In
its hand the figure held a small but rather long needle. At
the sight of that needle, he felt something inside him
turning, and he swallowed dryly. The needle didn't look like
anything special, but the mere sight of it froze his flesh
and made his heart beat faster. When the figure's hand- with
the needle inside it- neared his body, he realized that he
was totally terrified.
The needle didn't go for his eye, or his neck, or anywhere
like that. It went toward his penis. God, if it had only
gone anywhere but there.
As he stared wide-eyed (and he barely saw it- he was
sensing what was happening more than seeing it), the figure
stroked his penis gently, and the erection came soon after.
He tried to will it not to come, but he had never been able
to control that particular body function ever before, and
now was no exception. His erect penis stood there, in the
figure's hand, and though he couldn't see his (hers? Its?)
face, he imagined it smiling, the biggest, cruelest, evilest
smile you'd ever seen.
He knew what would come next. He didn't know how he knew
it, it had just sunk in as a morbid realization, but he knew
it just the same.
He felt the needle's cold metal touching the edge of his
penis, and then slowly, gently, pushing into the hole in the
middle of its "head". At first it didn't even hurt, it was
just strange. Maybe even a little nice. And then it started
stinging. A sting like he'd never felt before. It felt like
when you've been holding yourself for too long, and then you
finally get to the bathroom and manage to pee, only without
the amazing relief that comes with it. From stinging it went
to burning, and from burning it went on to become
excruciating pain. He tried to scream, and only then
realized that his tongue was not there. This realization
felt like nothing compared to the enormous pain he was
feeling at his entire lower section. He felt as if an entire
forest was burning down there, inside him.
His mouth, which hadn't come to the conclusion his mind had
just reached yet (an understandable fact considering the
situation), was mouthing over and over the sentence "Just
cut it off, please just cut it off". Then there was a small
break in the series of screams to vomit, and then back to
screaming.
He could feel the needle creeping further inside, reaching
the base of the penis, and then, as the figure let it go and
went away, he felt the inside of the flesh there, that
softest of soft tissues, being cut and ripped up. The needle
had just grown thorns.
Then, as suddenly as it had all began, the pain stopped. He
felt the biggest relief any human being had ever felt, a
feeling much better than a hundred orgasms. His brain had
gone into trauma, he couldn't think coherently anymore, but
still, at that moment he was probably the happiest person on
earth. Nothing could top this feeling.
And then a current of electricity passed through the
needle, to the thorns and to the inside of his penis. The
electric shock, which felt more like an electric blast, made
his whole body jump in the air, and his useless vocal chords
screamed until they were simply torn apart. The relief was
gone, the unbelievable happiness vanished. This pain was the
biggest ever felt by any human being.
And then, one last thought, one final coherent sentence
passing through what used to be his brain: oh god, I have to
pee.
And there he was in some dark and silent room, naked,
twisted all over with pain and convulsions, drying vomit on
his face and chest, and peeing blood all over himself. And
in the end, he died of blood loss of all things.