Ian Alex Macs The Dog

Ian Alex Macs The Dog Ian Alex Macs The Dog

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Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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An angry man is awoken by a dog living in the flat upstairs for the last time.

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An angry man is awoken by a dog living in the flat upstairs for the last time.

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Submitted: November 13, 2012

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The Dog

The barking started at 230 in the AM and when it hadn’t stopped by 315 i got out of my bed and stormed out of my flat and pounded up the stairs to the bastards flat.

When i got to this cunts door i put my foot right through it to find the slob prick sat in his armchair playing some goddamned computer game, headphones on his fat fuck head, his fat fuck voice hoarse and illiterate roaring into a little microphone soaken in spit bouncing around in front of his vortex of a mouth.

Betsy, that bastard dog, was shut in a closet while this mountainous swine enjoyed his beer and pizza and his 50” tv screen. He hadn’t noticed me coming and he sure as hell didn’t notice me swinging the goddamned sledgehammer i brought with me into his crooked fucking back. The slob howled and crashed forward into his tv set which crashed onto the floor as he slid off the unit. I swung the hammer again, this time into his gargantuan ass and the head of it vanished into his rectum as this prick howled even louder.

I screamed at him, cursing and threatening, and then made my way for that bastard shut away in the closet.

I opened the door not in the faintest bit worried about the bitch attacking me - i’d pull her front legs apart and tear her fucking heart in half - and Betsy pounded out.

She ran for her master who was trying to crawl away - god knows where that fat fuck thought he was going to get to but he tried anyway - and started to kiss him.

I’m pretty sure i heard that slob shout “attack” over and over through his blubbering. It made me smile, but only for a moment. In the closet i found the dogs leash and i took it down from the hook where it hung. A piece of leather followed by a stainless steel chain which jingled when i grabbed it, and Betsy hearing this bounded from the fat prick and ran at me with glee, her tail crusted with dried shit wagging wildly.

I felt sorry for her, but nowhere near enough so that i would let her live. I put the leash on her collar and sniggered with disgust - why this dog had a leash or even a collar bemused me: that fat prick crying and crawling around on the floor with a sledgehammer sticking out of his ass never took her for a walk: what a fucking joke. She was fat and wheezing and killing her would be for the best. It was too late to save her.

I dragged her towards the fat fuck and pulled out the sledgehammer and it was like pulling a plunger from a toilet bowl. The mess that was sucked out covered the floor and soaked his pants. He howled louder now, and the dog started to bark again. I pulled down his pants to see the gaping wound of his asshole that i had made. It was big enough to put my knee in. I’d never seen anything like it and to be honest it made me feel sick, but i held back the spew and grabbed the dog by its head and brought it towards the cavernous mouth of the fat fucks asshole.

The dog was strong considering the lack of any exercise the bitch had ever had, but not strong enough to stop me forcing her snout straight into that ungodly hole. Once her whole mouth and jaw was constricted inside her masters broken asshole, with all my strength i pulled the leash as tight as i could and wrapped it around the fat fucks throat until it was tight enough to choke him and then i stood back and watched as the dog pulled with all her strength to get her mouth out of his asshole which in turn pulled the leash even tighter around his fucking throat.

It wasnt long before he was dead, strangled by his dog as she tried and tried to get her mouth out of his asshole, and finally, the bitch stopped. For some reason, as she slowly died, i patted her. I picked up the sledgehammer and wiped the mess from the head onto the dogs fur, and left the flat.

When i got into bed it was ten minutes till 4am. I had to be up in 2 and a half hours which pissed me off, but knowing that i would never have to hear Betsy barking again made me smile, and i fell asleep and had peaceful dreams.

 


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