Open Slots Full of Hate

By: Sarah Wolf

Date: 24th Aug 2021

”Hey hey hey, Iím on vacation every single day cause I love my occupation.” The wheel turns and the chain tightens, pulling the leather clad man laid out on the table by both his wrists and ankles. He murmurs instead of yells due to the rather large gag in his mouth. His eyes, propped open by small metal clamps that were digging into the sides of his mask. Not enough to draw blood but close enough. Dollface stood over him, one hand on the crank at the side of the table, the other patting his head ever so calmly. His eyes fixated on her, like a puppy to itís master. She leans down, and plants a kiss on his nose, before cranking the wheel again, and producing a terrible garbled yelp that comes with gagging. She steps back, watching his eyes tear up, and slowly undos the strap that keeps the gag in place, and removes the 6 inch long dildo from his mouth, with the move of her leg, she hits the release for the table, and he shoots up to a sitting position. A large amount of vomit is produced forth from him, all of it milk white, and stringy. He gasps for air, while apologizing vehemently over and over. She presses her forehead against his, and holds his chin in her hand. ĎNot yetí she whispers. She unhooks the man from the table, and instructs him to go shower, and go home. To come back when the mothers milk in his stomach isnít stronger than his will. She begins to hose the table down before heís out of sight, and is visibly disgusted by his weakness. They were just getting started. After he was gone and the area was cleaned, she looked around and saw nothing. It was unlikely to not have at least one client in the room. But somehow every harness, every table, every slab and cubby was clear. As rare as that was, it was also freeing. Some days she enjoyed this more than anything sheís ever done, and other days it just felt performative. As if she was living up to the expectations sheís established rather than enjoying it. It was days, days like today, that she would clear the house and get her head right. This was a job, but it wasnít her career. She did this for fun, and when it wasnít fun, she just didnít do it. She went around and wiped out all the cuffs, straps, and whips. Lysol to clean, leather oil to maintain. The floor was hosed down and swept and the places where rugs were thrown, vacuumed. Usually the only upkeep she did on a constant basis was the masks, which were already cleaned and in the midst of their drying process. She sat down and from across the room she spied her bag. The bag was not open, nor was it so tight that she could make out the contents, but she could feel itís presence inside simply from knowing it was there. The Bare Knuckle championship. A trivial piece of property thatís only worth was the fact that she won it against Anicka Swan. Had she been offered the chance, sheíd gladly have let Anicka have the belt, and just made it a straight up fight. She had learned what she wanted to know. She wasnít the hack she feared sheíd be. Fighting people in halls, or the like were one thing, but to stand up to Anicka Swan in a face to face fight. This proved she was right. Or at least was on the right track. Of course that track was now heading into rougher terrain. The mid season offering of Fight was announced sometime back as Toxic Tag. Which was self explanatory to anyone with a frontal lobe. Doll didnít think sheíd get stuck with just anyone, but him. This was low. And this was also incredibly neutralizing for both of them. The front office had to know that, or they were out of their mind more so than the previous front office. And that is saying something. Being paired with Vincent Black meant that they would either have to work together, or they would both lose. There was no doubt in Dollís mind, and she wagered in Vinís as well, that they would spend their time tearing apart each other, rather than their opponents. The reward of being partnered together at the end of this was no more a reward than the death penalty. Sheíd rather let him kill her than partner her. And sheíd rather, and was planning to, kill him to prevent the same. Crossing the room, she grabbed the bag and tossed it into a nearby closet, and slammed the door. While she would look at that door and see what was behind it, she would at least not have to ignore the middle of the room. As she slammed the door, she was confused by the bang that it generated. She reached for the doorknob to see what it was that had occurred inside, when the noise came again, and it was revealed to be the front entrance door, and not the closet. Sliding the door open, a large box of strawberry iced donuts appeared, and the chipper face of Miss Michelle peered over the other side.

Dollface
You know I donít eat those.

Miss Michelle
Oh no, well can you hold them so I can get the bag between my feet?

Doll takes the box and as Michelle bends down to grab the bag at her feet, Doll takes a deep breath of the donuts, and Michelle snaps back up, having heard and knowing precisely what it is. Dollface smiles for a second, before burying the urge, and taking the donuts to the table to the left of the door. Michelle sits down, and kicks her shoes off, and rests one under her leg. She pulls out two pints of milk, one regular, and one oat milk. The oat milk is slid to Dollface, and before it reaches her, she pulls a donut from the box and takes a bite. Michelle swatches as she eats the donut in silence, and looks around the room. Michelle takes a bite and points to the closet, asking silently if the man in the box would like one, and Doll shakes her head, silently referencing that heís gone. Michelle shrugs and goes back to her donuts. The two sit in silence, eating their donuts and drinking their milk. Doll sees a bit of frosting on her finger, and she places her finger in her mouth to suck it off. When she pulls her finger away, a small stripe of blood surfaces on the tip of the finger, having rubbed against the shards she calls teeth. Her mouth had become accustomed to the jagged, razor sharp shards, but her finger had not. Seeing the blood, enraged Doll to the point of shaking, and Michelle rose and spun around the table, embracing Doll tightly.

Miss Michelle
I know. Dollface breaks the hug and sits back down, wrapping her finger in a napkin, and taking a drink of her oat milk. Michelle makes a funny gag noise, and returns to her seat. I donít know how you drink that shit.

Dollface
Itís good.

Miss Michelle
So. Whatíre your plans for the day?

Dollface
….I have a date.

Miss Michelle
SHUT UP!? WHO!?

Dollface
Relax. Just a friend. Heís gay.

Miss Michelle
Like what youíre into has anything to do with genitals. Do I know him?

Dollface
Iíve never seen you two in the same room. Howís that?

Miss Michelle
Donít be bitchy to me while you eat my donuts.

Dollface
When you leave, can you take a package for me? I need to have it overnighted. Iíll venmo you the money.

Miss Michelle
Nah, donít have to. I still owe you from that time at the place with the thing.

And so there they sat, finishing their donuts and drinking their respective milks. The conversation would turn from nothing to Michelleís baby, to Damon and Brandon, and to a few other things before a delivery arrived, and Michelle had to depart. Doll instructed the men where she wanted it installed, and slid them a very large envelope as a tip. Watching from inside, she sat patiently as the tank was installed, the pipining was put in place, and smiled as it was all buried and concealed. The workers didnít quite understand why this was being installed in such a way, but it wasnít their business. It was hers. As soon as they were gone, she walked out to the area in the back of the property the shed sat on, and pulled a tarp away from the area adjacent to the work area. A long shaft made of concrete with metal slabs connecting the sections together. Over the next few hours, Doll would use a mobile wynch system to lower herself down to the bottom of the shaft, stopping along the way to connect a line of pvc pipe and secure it to the wall. Reaching the bottom, Doll looked at pipe as it went all the way up, and through the concrete to connect to the system sheíd just had installed. She still had to run the tubing, and the wires down, but the hard part was over. It only took a few hours and a handful of trips to get all of what she needed down to the bottom of the shaft. She had made sure none of it had torn on the way down the pipe by taping the tube carefully and also covering it in soap. She tested the drains on either side of the large slap in the middle of the shaft, and smiled, or her version of it. Ascending, she looks down at the 30 feet below her, and she steps on a pedal disguised as rock, and a slab of concrete which is decorated as dirt on the top slides into place, making the entire thing look like nothing more than a dirt yard. In a few hours, heíd be lowered into the pure pit, strapped to a table and treated to an IV to keep him hydrated, and calm, a catheter to help his waste to the drain, and a tube extended down his throat to keep him nourished. Doll does not expect him to learn from this. She does not expect anything from him other than what she has already gotten. Which is nothing. Nothing worth saving, Nothing worth teaching. But she will do it anyway. Maybe some part of her is still hopeful. Maybe some part of her just wants to make him suffer. She wonders if heíll beg or plead. She wonders if heíll wait for his boyfriend to come save him. She wonders how heíll take the news that heís in an identical pit right next to him. She wonders if the tears heíll produce will dehydrate him faster, and ruin my calculations. And then she wonders who it is banging at her door. Walking over carefully to the gate that exits out to the front door, she seeís the man responsible for the banging, Standing in front of black Cadillac Escalade, Vincent Black stood, hands at his sides, balled into fists like that rodent meme you’ve seen. She thinks about leaving him there, letting him stew, but he pulls a winch out from under the front of the car and is about to attach the hook to the handle of the metal front door. Doll rushes inside the building and rips the door open, interrupting Vincentís attempt. Pushing his way into the room, Vincent looks around but Doll leaps in front of him. Her eyes peering upward, not at his face, but at his jugular, which she is actively fantasizing about tearing out.

Dollface
What are you doing here!?

Vincent Black
What the fuck gave you the right t-

Dollface
DO NOT talk to me about rights. You are a walking contra-

Vincent Black
OH FUCK OFF, you think because youíve heard things that you know things. You donít know sh-

Dollface
WHAT I KNOW about you is all I need to know. Abandon your family. Cheat. Lie. Say you were confused. How can one be so confused they fuck a woman other than their wi-

Vincent Black
YOU THINK I GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK? Iíll admit, I am a terrible person. But that is between my family and me. The same way her father was between her family and her. Who the fuck do you thi-

Dollface
WHO DO I THINK I AM?? I think Iím the equalizer. I think Iím the one who strikes against the offenders, Not for one woman, but for all. You think he was exclusively abusive to her? That it didnít extend past h-

Vincent Black
IF YOU have ruined my relationship with her, you will be sorry.

Dollface
IF YOU donít get the fuck away from my home, youíll wish you could be sorry.

Vincent Black
I should put you on the fucking ground.

Dollface
I could put you beneath it. Both Dollfaceís phone, and Vincentís phone both go off at the same time. Each sees a notification that states Graham Clauson has been released from Fight. Dollface chuckles and Vincent wonders how he can turn these sort of things off, or limit the amount he gets to just those heíd give a fuck about. Look. Seems I have an opening.

Vincent Black
This tag match is the last time weíre going to be on the same side of anything.

Dollface
I can guarantee that.

Vincent Black
Enjoy your oat milk.

Dollface
Enjoy your last days having all of your teeth.

The engine of Vinís caddy roared as he backed out and took off. Dollface stood in the doorway, savoring the moment to come. Vincent Black would pay for his transgressions here, and elsewhere, at least one more time.