Pest is sitting in his office staring at Barbie, she's tied to a pole with her arms behind her back. Clothes tattered, face bloodied, and tears and mascara have stained her face where the blood hasn't. He's sitting down in a cloth folding chair just watching as she tries to fight her way to freedom. Every movement tightening her restraints, sobs escape every few seconds. Suddenly Pest's phone rings, and he answers it while trying to shush Barbie.

Mr WGWF:Hello, Boss. What's up?

Hushed tones.

Mr WGWF:Hold on, lemme put you on speaker phone.

He sets the phone on the table and turns on the speaker capability.

Mr WGWF:Ok, you're good. Wanna run that by me again?

Boss:You fool! You told them Shane hired you. Why would you do that?

Mr WGWF:To throw them off your trail. It was that, or admit who hired me, since people still think I'm working for Chris Page.

Boss:What's wrong with working for Chris Page? He's a better distraction than Shane fucking . Shane might actually investigate these claims now. He might find out that I'm planning to murder him!

Mr WGWF:Not before I kill him. Besides, I made the claim to Peter and Dim. Those two are the human equivalents to the short bus. If the short bus was going to camp, and was the slowest kids there. If anyone else caught it, they'll probably just ignore it. Peter and Dim are at this point just crying to Feder hoping he'll come out of retirement to come help them. They'll need his help.


boss:Did you notice John Madison got involved?

Mr WGWF:Yeah, of course I did, but it wasn't going to be a hard thing to guess. John Madison always gets involved when Peter is. And less surprising is him speaking for Dim. It's almost as if Dimallisher is incapable of speaking for himself. But it's not an issue, because John Madison will predictably attempt to send the Black Circle in. All will be well, because I can handle them.


Boss:You sound as if you've got things under control. If that's the case, why did you feel the need to kidnap that girl?

Mr WGWF:That's just a little pre-party celebration I have lined up. See, Wednesday night before I step foot in the arena, I'm going to torture this bitch until she begs me to fuck her, so it can end. That's irrelevant at this point, her begging won't stop me. Nothing will.

Boss:Fine, I'll call you after the match. Did you have anything to do with Dim's kidnapping?

Mr WGWF:Why would I do that? Doing that would definitely mean that John Madison would have been involved, before Dim went missing it would be only a 75% chance. Now, it's guaranteed, because Peter is physically incapable of succeeding on his own. It's like his Achilles heel or something.

Boss:Good, I'll be watching you.

The line goes dead, and Pest continues to just sit there staring at the phone.


Barbie:Why are you doing this to me? I promise I won't tell anyone what you did, or who you are. Just let me go.

Mr WGWF:What I did? I didn't do anything, yet. And who I am? You know me as a man in mask, that is all. Don't worry, though, you'll be free to go soon enough. It will all be ok in the end.

He stood up from his chair, in his dingy basement office, walked over to her. Still in his torn suit and ratty shoes, and just towered above her. She looked up at him, her eyes got wide as she begged for forgiveness or mercy, all without uttering a syllable.

Mr WGWF:What's the matter, my sweet? Do you think I'm going to hurt you?

She just nodded. The tears started again.

Mr WGWF:No, my dear. I'm not going to hurt you now. You're just going to have to stay put for a while.

Barbie:But you told your boss you were gonna torture me.

Mr WGWF:Now you're implying I'm a liar? My feelings are hurt. I did say I would hurt you, but not now.

She just looked up at him with tears dripping down from her big puppy dog eyes. Pest raised his hand, and delivered it unto her face in a very quick downward backhand motion.

Mr WGWF:Are you happy now?

She whimpered and blood formed at her lips. Her oh so perfect ruby lips.

Mr WGWF:Then don't imply I'm a liar, or look at me like that. Now, tell me something, Barbie.

Barbie (weakly):What?

Mr WGWF:How many cocks have you stuffed into your whore body?

Barbie:What?

Mr WGWF:How. Many. Cocks. Have. You. Stuffed. Into. Your. Whore. Body?

Barbie:I'm a virgin. I've never had sex, I've never even given a blowjob.

Mr WGWF:You expect me to believe that?

Barbie:Yes. It's the truth. I've been saving myself for marriage. It's what God wants.

Mr WGWF:Do you believe God wants you to end up in this piss filled hell hole with me? Because I don't believe there's a god in any realm that would let an innocent girl like you end up in this basement with me. Would he want you tied to that sewage pipe? Tied with your piss stained panties? Tell me, Barbie, do you believe your god wants my cock in your ass?

She shakes her head violently. Her crying intensifies.

Mr WGWF:No, of course not. But your god isn't here to stop me. No one is. You have no savior, not your father. Not god. Not Jesus. Not even Peter fucking Gilmour. There is not a single goddamn soul here to stop me from raping you for hours upon hours. To keep me from slapping that stapler I have in my desk right up on your labia and sealing it closed. You are here in my hell hole with me, and me alone. I think it's time you stopped crying and accepted your fate. No one will save you. Not a single fucking soul. No one will hear you down here, and crying will do nothing.

He walked away from her and to his desk. The lights in his basement go out as he walks away from her. She panics when she loses sight of him for a few seconds, but soon they come back, and he's standing there holding a stapler. She screams, but his silences her with a quick slap across the face. Quickly she begins to understand his plan. He takes hold of her luscious lips and pules them out before pulling them in his stapler. Quickly he slams it down, sending tiny pieces of metal through her lips, and moving over to repeat the process. She is crying even more now, but the words are muffled.

Mr WGWF:Did God stop me? No. No one stopped me. There is no god. Let this be a lesson to you. God is not real, and neither is the concept of Mercy.

He grabs her by her pretty blonde hair and raises her up. She stands about 5'6", a foot shorter than he does. She's shaking very badly, and when he touches her cheek, her soft cheek, she pulls back in horror. Utterly afraid of what he's going to do to her. She tries to jerk herself free, but it's no use. He moves his hand down from her cheek to her shoulder. Where one of her blonde curls is resting, so peaceful. So calm. Inviting.

Mr WGWF:Do you want to go free? Will me untying you solve your problems? You still have to try and find your way home from here.

He lifts her blonde hair, and raises it to his face. Hidden by a mask, but still filled with a disgust for her, and yet a longing. She can see it in his eyes, he longs to feel her. He longs to test her flesh with his own. A whiff. That's all it takes for his eyes to change from the longing disgust to pure purification. He rips her golden lock from her head, root and all. Her eyes widen and she lets out a muffled shout.

Mr WGWF:What? I can't quite make that out?

She jerks back in pain and horror, and he puts his free hand on the back of her neck, pulling her head close.

Mr WGWF:I'm going to staple your fucking nipples, bitch. Then I will bend you over that desk and fuck you. When I've finished fucking you, I will staple your pussy shut. Blink if you understand.

She begins to blink furiously, and goes for a headbutt. Another solid backhand followed by him grabbing one of the edges of her tattered sweater and ripping it. Leaving her arms and part of her back covered, he eye balls her exposed breasts. Slowly he raises his hand to one of her nipples and begins to pinch and roll it in his hands. He can feel the terror in her as he does this, but continues for a few minutes before placing the stapler around it. He slowly presses down, giving her the ability to feel every nano second of it puncturing her skin. He does the same to her other breast as well.

Mr WGWF:Did you like that? All the girls these days have pierced tits, and they pay a lot more than you did. You're just going to be so popular when your friends see your body modifications. Everyone will jealous of you.

He slams her head back into the sewage pipe behind her, and pulls her forward before slamming it again. She does not wince at this. Her eyes have shifted from crying to pure anger. She starts trying to open her mouth, every time she does her lips bleed even more. A small chuckle escapes Pest's mouth before he walks behind her and takes her hands in his. Her fists are balled up and trying to get free. He hears her grunt and then the sound that can only be described as a meat Ziploc being ripped open.

Barbie:If I get free, I will make you pay for that. I promise you, I will make you pay.

Mr WGWF:Oh, I hope so. Hey look, you're free.

He unties her hands, which she quickly pulls to her, and begins to rub her wrists. Pest walks in front of her, looks her up and down, her skirt is the only article of clothing left in any level of normalcy on her body. He turns his back to her and walks to his desk. She walks towards him as he sits the stapler down and then turns to face her. She looks so good, the staples really work for her.

Barbie:You do know what's going to happen next, right?

Mr WGWF:Oh, but of course. You're going to try and kill me, and I'm going to have to take it.

Barbie:No, I told you you'd have to pay for what you did. What you did was teach me a lesson.


She walked towards him, trying to look seductive, but limping from some unknown leg injury. She stops right in front of him and drops her skirt.

Barbie:You wanted me to beg you. Well, here I am. Asking you to take me.

A dirty smile crept across his face, as he stood up and grabbed the back of her hair in one solid motion. He threw her across the desk and dropped his pants.


After a series of hardcore pounding he pulls back and raises his pants. She rolls onto her back and smirks at him.

Mr. WGWF:Worth the wait?

Barbie:I don't know. You only fulfilled half of those promises.

She picked up the stapler and tossed it to him. He looked at her before leaning forward and placing the stapler on her lips and slamming it shut. Four times in all, and with each staple she let out a slight moan. Pest dropped it and turned towards the door.

Barbie:What happens to me now?

Mr. WGWF:Now, you go on your own way and do as you please. You can go to the cops and tell them what happened, but I'll be gone. And all you have is the name Pest. And a mask.

She holds his phone up so he can see it, and dances it around in the air.

Barbie:I have your phone. And your DNA.

Mr. WGWF:The phone is a burned phone, and without anything to compare it to the DNA is useless. Besides, it will only go to a dead man.

Barbie:What if I want to come with you?

Mr. WGWF:You'd need new clothes. And I'd say there's something wrong with you.

Barbie:Is that a no?

Mr. WGWF:No, I just said there's something wrong with you.

He walked out the door and gestured for her to follow.


A Pest and his Barbie.