ANGELS

"Open your legs wider!" Snarled Jeff, his face hot
and sweaty against mine. The hell I would! This
dildo would make me wider then a turkey carcass
and if he turned it on to vibrate-then what?!
"Stop this Jeff." I pleaded, hell why not? Groveling
is what I do best-next to lying that is, oh and smoking.
"Becka, sweetness, open them NOW!" He hit me
with the back of his hand across my cheek, pop!
Oh yeah he had a ring on which had taken a nice
slice out of my face-the stars were twinkling again, I
could easily have slipped back into apathy and just
let it happen. Is that what Pru did? Just let it
happen, the hell I would! I could taste my own
blood, not unpleasant but rather salty. I wanted
to die with my menthol fags, a pizza and some
lovely hunk stroking my brow. Not like this.
This was so violent and ugly.
Then if God was watching indeed he sent me an
Angel (albeit a very fat one) who flew into the
room like a fury. Behind her was a pale, skinny
Angel without any clothes on....
"What the fuck are you doing to my girl?" Roared
the Angel and THWACK! Hit Jeff very hard in
the mouth with a handbag (did heavenly bodies
carry bags? Anyways....)
"Call the fucking police!" She commanded,
the skinny nude Angel, they both seemed familiar,
bloody odd though!
Jeff grunted, the Angel, for it was her sat down
heavily on his back. He was not going anywhere.
"Get off me you fat bitch!" He hissed, Angel pressed
down harder, I was sure I could hear a rib crack.
I felt the huge sex aid being pulled away, it was
a relief I can tell you even though it had only
entered me by a millimetre.
"Oh dear Becka you are bleeding." Said the nude
Angel:"Come on, we'rd better try to get dressed.
I've found my clothes, but the other's must have
taken yours." I heard her fumbling around.
"Put this on." I was handed an electric blue rubber
dress which had a gaping hole at the back.
Silently, with stars and the occasional muttering
from the fat Angel and Jeff. I pulled on the dress.
"I've called the Police, they put me through
to a Detective Straw-hold on Becka we can make
it."
I however was thoughrily engrossed with the
sudden arrival of a Benny Hill nurse.
"Anybody moves and I'll let you have it!" She
warned. What was it? Was it something I could
use?
"Oh God!" Groaned the skinny Angel who was
dressed in just a bra and pants.
The nurse had in her hand something that looked
like the world's biggest blur.
I tried to focus-impossible.
What is it?" I croaked.
"It's a gun Becka, a big fucked out gun." Said the
skinny one.
Becka Martin