Reptile Shop

I walked into the store stalked the shop guys to find the personality that fit the guy who I had orginally came in here to look for. Why do I have to do this? Because I forgot which one of the two white guys with the shaven head and the black shirt and long shorts it was. i just know, one was friendly and the other was a douche.


Previous conversation went like this:

He was walking down an aisle, I came around the corner and said:
"Hellooo, can I bother you to get a tarantula for me?"
He stopped to think or listen and slowly began to walk again confirming with me:
"You want to BUY a tarantula?"
His face told me his mind was set on thinking about getting a box and grabbing the creature.
"No, can you take the tarantula out of the cage and can I hold it?"
Before I had finished he cut in and said:
"No, we don't let people hold vemonous animals." He continued to babbled on about something I didn't ask him and told me about an event they have this Saturday "so if I wanted to be entertained" that would be something I should go to. "But right now we're closing and we just want to go home". I wanted to rip his stupid brown hat he had on his head.


I recognized that voice. I followed him. Then I implusively went up to him.

"Soooo! Have you held the tarantulas?" I said causually leaning up against the glass that held a giant tortoise.

"No," he shook his head, "we don't let people hold vemonous animals here".

"Why?"

"Because..." He explained with irratation about how they could get sued.

"Oh, that's too bad."

"Yeah." He made himself look like he was busy.

"I was hoping these animals could be of some entertainment to me".

He told me about events.

"It would be such a sad story to have your sweet komodo dragon get runned over by a car..." I said without meaning it. I turned around and looked at the tortoise. "Or having kids break its shell because they thought it would be fun to ride this thing."

I watched his annoyance pump into his face and I watched him try to fight it off. He looked at me while I watched him. I flashed him my best smile.

"Animals should not be treated like just some object to make people happy," He spat through his teeth.

"What are they for then?"

He opened his mouth.

"Wait!" I put my hand to his lips. "Before you answer that, can you show me the backroom?" I pulled my shirt down and pushed myself onto him.

He thought about it and fought about it to himself. I grabbed his crotch and breathed into his neck.

He moved away from me and walked into the backroom.

"Hurry up." He called, not looking at me.

I ran through that door grinning at him. He began to walk to some place private. I pulled his pants down from behind, grabbed his crotch and squeezed. Hard. He fell to the floor mouth open, eyes wide. I tazed him at the back of his head and he was out.


Somehow my fantasy skipped this transportation part and he ended up tied to a chair in a room somewhere. He awoke.

"Finally!" I boomed into his face with a megaphone. "You're a sleepy head!" I threw the megaphone at him and it bouched off his head. I stood up and kicked him over. He fell sideways to the floor. It must have hurt. "Don't tell me you're going back to sleep..." I took a hose and watered him down. I focused on his face, making sure he's not going to drown while I blasted icy water at his mouth, eyes and nose. I turned off the hose. "You're paying for the water bill by the way". He shook against the chair. I took the fan and blasted it at him so it would dry him off. I pouted in his face. "It'll take forever for you to get dry this way..." I made a thinking face. "OH! I know!" I left the room, shut off the lights so he's left in darkness with the fan still on.

I went over the couch to read a book for a couple hours. I put some water to boil and brought it into the room.

I flicked on the lights and threw the boiling hot water on him. He screamed. I kicked him. He still screamed. I kicked him some more. He screamed even louder. I went over and kicked his mouth.

"My ears hurt!" I whinned.

He shook and tried to get out of the ropes. I stepped on his head and frowned down at him. He blinked up at me. I kept this up for what seemed like serveral minutes. I moved my foot over one of his fingers and stepped down. He screamed. I twisted my foot side to side. I lifted it and stomped down hard. A snapping sound. He screamed very loudly and I had to cover my ears and blink at him.

I manuevered him so he faced the ground and I sat on his back. I took a rope and put it at his mouth like a gag. I pulled back on it hard enough that the veins on his bald he showed from the strain. I rubbed the rope back and forth at his mouth really fast while still pulling his head backwards.

He started crying. Pulled off his pants. i walked to his view and shook my head at him. I put on some heavy duty gloves in front of him and walked back over to his pantless part. I took some stretchy beading wire and tied him up so tight he's purple. I took off one of the gloves and smacked at them with it. He screamed. I forcefully stuffed a whole jelly donut into his mouth and duct taped it. I took a marker and gave him big lips. I took out a camera and took pictures. "I'm going to show this to your boss... Your friends... And your girlfriend if you somehow happen to have one, though I don't think you do... No one likes you... Actually I don't even think your friends like you, they let you hang out with them because they feel sorry for you... But you should know they talk bad about you when you're not around..." I went up really close to his face and made show the flash of the camera got him good. I took a dozen pictures just so the flash would go off and blind him. "They're all going to know you're into this stuff..."

"OH!" I put down the camera in front of him. I took out a rubbery penis. "I dropped this in the toliet by the way, but I think you'll like it anyway". I ripped off the duct tape and shoved it into his doughnut filled mouth. I pushed though until I reached the end of my weapon. I pulled out before he suffocated and blacked out on me. I set up a video camera and tortured him with that thing. When I was done I showed him the recording and talked about what people would think of him after they see it.

I took a very expired uncooked egg and shoved it into his mouth. Taped him up a couple times. I beated him with whips and floggers and made sure to leave marks so if he says anything, no one would believe him because there are playmarks on him. I forced him to sign a piece of paper which I could use in court if I needed to, but I don't think I have to since I could just threaten him with showing people his pictures and video.

The end.