Page 38 of Tinsel & Chrome

GUNTHER

Gunther Hughes was in an angry mood ever since this morning when he was given some incredible news from the outside.

It had been ten years since his whore daughter disappeared, but she was found alive, like a buried secret from long ago resurfacing to bring more bad luck to him.

The girl had always been bad luck, and Gunther sold her so she’d be gone forever.

He received a few thousand dollars, but he spent it all on liquor, gambling, or on the whores that danced at the local strip clubs that gladly took some extra cash to give him a blow job.

Gunther’s life as a prison inmate was not so bad, and the hours blended into days, then weeks, then months.

The food wasn’t so bad, and the blow jobs and card games kept the boredom away.

Naked, Gunther walked into the green-tiled room lit with fluorescent bulbs and cloudy with humidity, as two naked men stood under showers.

He didn’t wear his eye patch, the other prisoners knew the story about how his son had tried to kill him, only managing to gouge out his left eye.

He ignored the other men in the shower, grabbed the bar of soap, and began to lather his face.

He lathered the soap over his shoulders, arms, and chest, then stood under the showerhead to let the spray wash the soap away when suddenly, a muscular arm wrapped around his throat.

Gunther grunted and dropped the soap, clutching at the powerfully strong arm as it squeezed tighter and tighter.

He was lifted off his feet, soap stinging his right eye when he opened it.

Pure terror sank in, and he howled in pain when something sharp was jammed into his right eye.

His cries were muffled as a hand clamped over his mouth, and another sharp object punctured his left jugular vein.

He tasted blood and searing pain when his scrotum and penis were sliced off, and a razor-sharp object sliced through the major artery in his groin.

He was shoved and fell to the floor, footsteps echoing as the killers ran away.

He curled into a fetal position, holding the open puncture wound in his neck and the bloody open wound between his legs.

Blood squirted and sprayed from his femoral artery and jugular vein, and Gunther Hughes died on the wet and bloody tiled floor of the shower room in Jessup Correctional Institution.

To be continued...