the others stuck it into him. They left him without money and bleeding over the sidewalk.
Desperate, daddy began to pray. But he had no one to whom to pray. Meanwhile my mother had killed herself cause, though she hated daddy, she was unable to live without him. Once his restraining hand had been gone, she had blown all her money. She faced poverty and took sleeping pills instead.
I saw my mother’s dead body in the morgue on Christmas Day. It was the first dead body I had ever seen. The two cops there were anxious to return home to their warm Christmas meals. They told me to identify her.
I wanted to kill myself just as my mother had killed herself. This is my madness.
Meanwhile daddy realized all he had done, all he had destroyed through lust. He began to cry. Two tears ran down his cheeks. He raced to his only possession, his yacht, which moved, and moved off. Into the bloody sea. No one’s ever seen him again. I don’t know what happened to daddy. I decided to keep on living rather than kill myself.
(Thivai speaks)
Male
As long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a pirate. As long as I can remember, I have wanted to sail the navy seas. As long as I can remember wanting, I have wanted to slaughter other humans and to watch the emerging of their blood.
Insofar as I know myself I don’t know either the origin nor the cause of my wants.
It was a dark night for pirates.
Winter had approached all of us on the ship. One night whose beginning was death, three pirates squatting on the deck just like fat cunts or pigs held a consultation which lingered, like death, without becoming anything else. For one human they had taken during their last battle remained bound and gagged near the bowsprit. Their discussion became more confused, then too confused, at least for the victim who could still hear; the pirates had become increasingly drunk. A fat slob waddled over to the victim who was a child and raped her again.
She didn’t struggle as the other two did the same.
‘Afterwards I’d like to do it to you,’ the first pirate turned to the second pirate.
‘No. I’m younger than you so it’s possible for me to have a child. I don’t want one. Just cause it’s safe for you …’
‘Not if I do it in your asshole. In your asshole you’re safe.’
‘Just stop what you’re doing. Above all I don’t want to be pregnant!’
‘You don’t believe me. You don’t trust …’
‘No.’ The second one explained: ‘Why should I trust you? You tell me why I should trust you. You tell me why I should trust you who can’t get pregnant not to make me pregnant.’
The third pirate came in his pants. A round stain showed.
‘Don’t you believe I can fuck you and not make babies?’
Used to protecting his virginity like a girl, the youngest of the pirates capitulated. ‘If you let me alone I’ll let you do it tonight. But you’ve got to promise you won’t tell anyone.’
Fatty replied ‘I promise’ since he never meant anything by these words. ‘But you’re going to spread yourself for me now. Otherwise I want that thin trigger that thin cock you’re showing me so much, I’ll cut off your head to get at it.’ Among themselves, also, pirates’re murderous. ‘But after I come when you’re dead, you can do whatever you want.’
Fatty dove in, ground and pounded his cock up into the so tight it was almost impenetrable asshole. He pound and ground until the brat started wiggling; then thrust hard. Thrust fast. Living backbone. Jewel at top of hole. The asshole opened involuntarily. The kid screeched like nerves. After a while the kid felt Fatty become still. After a few more minutes he asked Fatty if he had come.
‘Shut up. Shut. Up.’ As it dropped out the final bit of sperm enflamed the top of his cockhole.
Barely mumbling ‘Now it’s time for me now it’s time for what I want’, the pirate who had just been fucked bent over the child tightly bound in ropes, already raped. His hands reached for her breasts. While sperm which resembled mutilated oysters dropped out of his asshole, he touched the breasts.
The three pirates turned away from the child. They went back to their work of gnawing and gorging themselves on Nestle’s almonds, Cadbury chocolate flakes, barbecued tortilla chips, green benas, toffeed vanilla, Lucozade, and Mars bars. They guzzled down can after can of swill.
The Captain, me, walked on deck. ‘What a group of pigs! Didn’t your teachers in all the nice boarding schools you went to, which you never talk about, teach you about nutrition?’
‘This ship isn’t a public school,’ Fatty blurted out through showers of Coca-Cola mixed with beer. ‘This shit is a pirate ship. And this is a philanthropic association.’
‘Sure,’ Captain Thivai, me, sneered. ‘I’m a sweet socialist government so I’m paying you to sit on your asses in the sun and get suntanned just so that you are so happy you will not revolt against my economic fascism.’
Fatty dared to oppose me. ‘No way. This ship is our philanthropic association, our place of safety, our baby crib. Since they have enough dough to be our charity donors, all the people outside it, all the people outside us here, are our enemies.
‘Since we live on this ship, we’re orphans. Orphans are dumb and stupid.’ Fatty was epileptic. ‘Since we’re stupid, we don’t know how to conduct ourselves in decent (monied) society and we kill people for no reason.’
‘Historically, weren’t some of the most violent political murderers,’ the punk added, ‘aristocrats?’
‘Do all of you have parents?’ I asked my crew, for I was astounded. ‘Do you generally come from good backgrounds?’
‘How can I answer a generality? So how can I answer any question?’ Fatty obviously came from a superior background.
‘Do you,’ pointing my finger at the youngest therefore the weakest of the lot, ‘do you, personally, have parents?’
‘I don’t have no parents.’
‘Me neither.’
‘Him also?’
‘No one.’
‘None.’
‘No one has nothing anymore.’
‘Then who’d you come out of and where d’you come from?’ I wasn’t going to be fooled by the scum.
‘That’s our business. Each one of us.’
The English pirate answered, ‘We’re not used to discussing private affairs. It’s not your business on whom we
