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Bezig met laden... Apeshit (2008)door Carlton Mellick, III
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Six trendy teenagers go to an isolated cabin in the mountains for a weekend of drinking, partying, and crazy sex, only to find themselves in the middle of a life and death struggle against a horribly mutated psychotic freak that just wont stay dead. Mellick parodies this horror clich and twists it into something deeper and stranger. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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I wouldn't recommend this if you're a queasy reader but it's more gore and WTF than suspense thriller. An interesting introduction to the Bizarro genre.
Some classic lines:
"Desdemona pulls on her intestine, but can’t get it free. It is completely stuck in the doorway. Shaking her head, Desdemona realizes that she has only three options. She could wait here until somebody or something opens the door for her, she could unravel the entrails out of her torso until she has enough slack to move with, or she could bite the intestine off like an animal biting off a limb to escape a hunter’s trap.
She decides to go for the third option. Desdemona didn’t know the taste of her entrails would be so vile as she bites into it. She can taste salty mucous as she puts it into her mouth. The skin of the intestine makes a pop-ping noise as it breaks open, like the skin of an Italian sausage. A glob of sour feces squeezes onto her tongue like toothpaste.
She spits it out and rubs her tongue against the wood of the door to scrape all the flavor away. The taste of shit is bad enough, but the intestine has a lining of rotten build-up that tastes of aged feety cheese mixed with road kill. She tears through the intestine the rest of the way with her hands and then wipes the slime onto the door. "
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"“How does it feel?” Crystal shrieks as she fucks the lobster boy with her butcher knife. “How does my dick feel in there, you freak!”
She holds the knife down to her crotch as she plunges into the creature, as if she is fucking it with a knife-shaped dick. The butcher knife stabs rapidly in and out of the creature’s asshole, cutting the rectum open, leaking rivers of blood down the back of the thing’s gray legs. Jason has all of his weight on its shoulders. Crystal doesn’t want to touch the creature with her skin, so he holds it down for her. While holding the mutant down, he begins to skull-fuck it. He drives his feces-coated penis into the hole on the top of the lobster boy’s skull, where the fetus head used to be. He forces his member down the dead fetus throat into the creature’s brain.
As they gang-rape the creature, among the moaning and whimpering, Crystal meets Jason’s gaze.
“What?” Crystal says as she knife-fucks.
“Nothing,” Jason says as he skull-fucks.
She smiles. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He smiles back. “Like what?”
“Like that.”
Jason diverts his eyes and blushes. Then he looks back at Crystal.
“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” Jason says.
Crystal’s eyes brighten and begin to water.
“I love you, too,” she says."
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"Desdemona turns the corner to find Jason naked on the counter, licking the neck of the freak woman. The female creature is crucified to the kitchen counter. Her hands have been sawn off at the wrist. The blades of her claws have been stabbed into the sides of her ribcage, with the palms of her severed hands lying across her breasts as if they are groping her. Her legs have been cut off at the upper thigh and are curled around each other on the bloody linoleum floor like orphans cuddling together for warmth. The creature’s tongue has been cut off and her lips have been stapled shut so that she couldn’t scream anymore.
As he licks the freak woman’s flesh, Jason caresses the woman’s swollen belly with the tip of his machete. He has already cut her open from her vagina to her belly button. Crystal is lying against a wall, moaning loudly. Her eyes are locked on the pregnant monster. She is naked and masturbating with a glass dildo shaped like a baby arm. Her mouth is wide open and her tongue is licking the edges of her front teeth. Her left breast is dangling by a string of meat.
Jason digs his hands deep into the gash in the creature’s belly, all the way up to his elbow, and pulls out a tiny gray arm. The fingers of the infant’s hand curl softly around Jason’s thumb, embracing him. Then Jason raises his machete and chops the arm off against the counter. Crystal’s moans grow to a high pitch as Jason holds the severed fetus hand up for her to see.
“I’m going to cum,” Crystal says. “Quick, take it out. Take it all out.”
Jason nods. He puts the machete down. Then he digs into the creature’s womb and rips the fetus out of her. It isn’t a whole fetus. Several pieces of it have already been cut off. There are holes in its head and chest where the chunks of meat have been torn off. Jason rips the umbilical cord out of the woman’s womb and lets it dangle from the mutilated fetus like a tail. The baby’s cries are scratchy and a bit like television static. Besides the gray skin, the odd screams, and the pieces of flesh missing from its body, the baby isn’t a mutant like its parents. It is human.
“Kill it,” Crystal says, masturbating furiously now. “I want to watch you kill it.” Jason places the screaming fetus on the kitchen table, facing Crystal. The dismembered mother cries through her stapled lips, her eyes tearing and bloodshot. As Jason lifts the machete, Crystal wiggles her thighs together, pulsing against the tiny glass hand, squealing, beginning to orgasm."