HIM CARED not for the nasty sex Jeremy wanted with them. It was disgusting. Maybe that is why Jeremy wore a baggie on his pee-pee. It was even nasty to him.
Did the word pee-pee just move in his head?
Him slammed his forehead with the palm of his right hand. Jeremy said not to think words like that. It made Him sound like a little baby who was stupid. Jeremy said if words like that came into his mind, he was to slap his forehead as hard as he could. That would remind Him to think right, so the talking could be right.
Him did not like the sting in his brain from the blow. More and more, following some of Jeremy's rules was not to his liking.
Don't cut yourself.
Don't speak this way.
Get rid of that stupid red doll.
Him liked his friend, but not his rules. That’s why the red doll was back. Jeremy said to get rid of it. The back of the closet was out of sight, and rid from Jeremy’s mind, until last week.
Him was lonely without his doll. Jeremy may have come first, but the doll was there when Jeremy wasn't. Now that his friend was back, he wanted Him to just throw her away? The doll kept the urges in check. The doll gave company. The doll was his friend. She didn't talk, but she did not have to. All she needed to do was be cut, and her red paint to fly off like blood.
Marlene had shoulder length brunette hair, full breasts, and a hairless crotch. As he gazed adoringly at her disfigurement from many nights of use, Him could see that she was ready for a fresh coat of paint.
He knelt to retrieve the cans of spray beneath the bed, and thought about when Marlene first came. His therapist had suggested it. It was either keep cutting his arm and be committed, or get the doll. Him never wanted to be locked up again, so he got the doll.
It is why Jeremy would find out at his next visit that Him was quitting.
The night before was great. The last few months have been good too. But watching Aunt Jemima on the T.V. got his brain moving. If cops were setting traps in alleys, and more and more people were paying attention, they would eventually get caught, no matter what Jeremy said.
Doctor Hilliard taught actions and consequences in session. Hilliard said that there was punishment for bad things. Him knew it when the suggestions to kill were first made by his friend, a couple of months ago. Still, the chance to cut on someone besides the doll, and himself, was too great to pass up.
Jeremy showed Him tricks on escaping detection. They worked and fun was fun. The cage was no fun.
In the cage there would be no doll.
In the cage there would be no pizza.
In the cage Him would be next.
The thought of the cage shuddered his body, as he stood Marlene in the corner of his basement apartment to dry.