SNUFF MOVIE by Richard Godwin

TKnC welcomes back crime/horror regular, Richard.

SNUFF MOVIE by Richard Godwin.

Frank was half way through a six pack of Becks one Saturday night surfing porn sites when he came across his wife Linda on one of them. He shouted ‘Hey Mamma give it some’ before his head shot towards the screen. The tattoo on the actress’s neck was all too familiar.

As Linda raised her cum drenched face and stared at the camera, Frank put his beer down with a thud and said ‘Fucking whore’. He watched the Becks sizzle and spurt up over the neck of the bottle and felt reality fade.

That evening he became mesmerised by the image of his wife sucking two cocks at the same time and getting fucked in every position imaginable.

Frank was a smart ass who had renamed himself after he got sick of being ridiculed at school. Clarence Faggot was never going to work and so he donned the name Frank Blackjack and stuck to it. When he got fired from the canning factory he set up a blog which he prided himself on for its honesty, when in fact he made cheap tawdry jokes about others and censored any attempt to challenge him. He decided he was a nihilist when in fact he didn’t even understand the term. He was about to get a lesson in its real meaning at the hands of a rampantly priapic Eros. While he thought he was smart Linda thought he was an asshole and humiliated him by appearing in over a hundred porn films while he bragged about his marriage.

That evening as he sat there staring at her betrayal he got up and looked at himself in the mirror.

He was overweight, greasy, and he knew most women would never look twice at him.

And so he planned his revenge.

Linda was chopping carrots when he came through for supper.

He watched her and thought she must have had more pricks in her than a dart board and sat down heavily to eat, filling his fat face with stew and vegetables.

‘Hey how about a fuck?’, he said to her as he let rip a rancid burp.

‘Frank you know I don’t like that talk’, Linda said, standing up and smoothing out the creases in her dress. ‘Besides I got church tomorrow.’

‘So?’, Frank said, and watched her retreat into the kitchen where the loud clatter of crockery told him the evening was at an end.

He went back to his office and sat watching his wife get fucked by an assortment of guys younger and better looking than him. He felt so angry he couldn’t sleep. She’d even got into bondage and seemed to have no limits to the depravities in which she would engage. Frank watched a masked man fuck her and stick clamps on her nipples and remembered the morning he woke to see blood on her nighty. He thought of the school bullies and his real name and wondered if it held an ineradicable mark that others could see.

The next day he put his plan to effect.



He went into Linda’s emails and found one detailing her rendezvous with Tommy the porn director of her latest starring role as Norma the whore next door. He bought a phone and called her from a bar. Disguising his voice, he said he had a job for her.

‘How did you find me?’, Linda said.

‘Tommy told me about you, said you’re the best.’

He hired a studio and bought a second hand bondage hood from a Neo Nazi. On the appointed day he went out on an errand a few hours before Linda slipped out of the house.

When she arrived at the studio Frank had it all worked out, he would buzz her up and stay in the mixing room and watch her through the one way mirror and get her to strip then he’d fuck her and shoot her with his Glock.

Linda buzzed right on the dot. She heard the intercom and walked into the brightly lit studio.

‘Hello?’, she said.

Frank clicked on the mike.

‘Hi Linda, this is a mild bondage film, I’m paying you double, all cash.’

She stood there chewing gum for a while before saying ‘OK’.

‘Get ready’, he said.

Linda began to strip, removing her top and bra and pulling down her tight red leather skirt, wiggling her hips to ease it over her thighs. She pulled down her panties and lay on the bed, putting her purse near her.

Frank stared at her gaping snatch and donned the bondage hood.

He walked into the room and unzipped his pants. Then he stuck his cock in Linda as he pulled the gun from his trousers.

‘I’m gonna watch you squeal bitch’, he said.

And as he looked at Linda he saw something he couldn’t define, a second ingredient in his recipe of betrayal.

There was laughter in her eyes, the laughter he’s witnessed countless times when she’d won an argument with him.

As he tried to decipher the meaning of her look Linda reached into her purse. Frank thought he heard a bird in the room and he felt his neck go warm. He put a hand to his throat and saw how red it was.

Linda was waving something in the air and as the blade swished he pulled out of her and staggered around his studio with a hard on and a bleeding neck thinking of abattoirs.

Linda got up and said ‘Frank you stupid son of a bitch, you ain’t worked for years, how do you think I been paying the rent?’

He saw the studio fade, thinking of his blog, searching for some dialogue and finding only blackness humming in his ears.

‘Welcome to your snuff movie’, Linda said.

She watched him collapse and went for a pee. Then she got dressed and went to her next job. 

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Bio: Richard Godwin is a crime and horror author as well as a produced playwright and poet. His work been widely published in many magazines and anthologies, including recently Pulp Ink and Lyrotica. 

Apostle Rising is his first published novel. Detective Chief Inspector Frank Castle never caught the Woodlands Killer and it almost destroyed him. Now many years later and still suffering from nightmares, he is faced with a copycat killer with detailed inside knowledge of the original case. Someone is crucifying politicians, and Castle and his partner DI Jacki Stone enter a labyrinth. At its centre is the man Castle believes was responsible for the first killings. He’s running a sinister cult and playing mind games with the police. And the ritualistic killer keeps raising the stakes and slipping through their hands. The body count is rising. Castle employs a brilliant psychologist to help him solve the case, and he begins to dig into the killer’s psyche. But some psychopaths are cleverer than others. 

Apostle Rising can be purchased at all major retailers as well as online at Amazon, the Book Depository and direct through the publisher Black Jackal Books http://www.blackjackalbooks.com/order

Visit Richard Godwin's website at http://www.richardgodwin.net where you can view a video trailer for Apostle Rising.

 

He conducts popular and searching interviews with writers at his blog http://www.richardgodwin.net/blog

His next novel is due to be released shortly.