HIS BODY, HER CHOICE by Huckleberry Watts

Introduction

What you are about to read is a brief extract from the horror short story "His Body, Her Choice" by fiction writer and Friend of The Bitter Wolf, Huckleberry Watts.

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Excerpt from "His Body, Her Choice"

“Oh, must you be so dramatic?” Daisy said haughtily, “And look on the bright side, it might be hurting you, but Chat are loving it, aren’t you Chat?” At her question, the comments flooded in again. Cries of affirmation from women who wanted to see the hurt that his rhetoric had inflicted on them returned to him sevenfold. Daisy skimmed through the comments and her eyes lit up.

​“Oh Nicholas, my audience seems divided. I know how much you like division. You love it, don’t you? Well, my audience is divided on whether they want me to do exactly the same thing to your left leg or whether they want me to remove your right leg altogether.”
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“MMMMNNNNNNGH MMMMNNNNGHH!!” Nicholas bellowed.

“I’ll drop a poll in the chat, let the people decide.” Daisy said snidely, dropping a multiple-choice poll into the chat. “Okay Chat, while you’re voting on that, I’m going to step out for just a moment. Who would have thought that torturing incels would be such sweaty work?” She removed the action camera and set it down next to her laptop, removed her surgical mask and gloves, and slipped out the door through which she had entered.

She leant against the wall and slid slowly down until she was sat on the floor hugging her legs close to her chest. She was breathing heavily and shakily. She reached into her lab coat, pulled out her inhaler and took two deep puffs and worked to get her breathing back under control. She flexed her fingers – clench into a fist, unfurl, clench back into a fist, unfurl.
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“You can do it Daisy, you got this, you have got this.” She said to herself, repeating self-affirming mantras was one of her many coping mechanisms. Twenty-seven, asthmatic, riddled with anxiety – life was fucking hard. She stood up and put her brave face back on. “C’mon Daisy, let’s go!” She opened the door and stepped back in the room.

New gloves. On.

New mask. On.
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Action camera. On.

“Let’s take a look at that poll.” Daisy said. She looked at the results and could barely contain a shrill giggle. “Oh wow, well the results are in, near unanimous results from a free and fair vote.”
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​“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.” Nicholas moaned; the fighting spirit having seemingly fled his body. 

“Oh Nicholas, I’m so happy. I get to show you another one of my toys.” Daisy reached back into the black box and pulled out a new power tool. “As you can probably guess, the good people have voted for me to simply remove your leg. And this,” she said, wiggling the power tool in front of her captive, “is an angle grinder.”

Upon seeing it Nicholas summoned enough energy to struggle against the straps once more. 

Daisy admired the determination, but she knew his efforts were futile. “Remember how much the drill hurt? Well, that was nothing compared to how much this will hurt! You see, this disk, it ain’t a saw. It’s got flat edges, see? So, this won’t so much slice through skin and cut through bone as it will slowly use friction to burn away your skin and slowly erode at the bone. I can promise you; you’ve never felt pain like this before.”

​She switched on the angle grinder and the loud whirring filled the room, Daisy renewed her grip, her knuckles whitening as she maintained her efforts to hold the tool steady.

She lowered the grinder and disc met flesh.

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Huckleberry Watts

writes about monsters, murders and mayhem. He spends his time being a perpetual disappointment to everyone who knows him and dreaming up horror stories. If you want good horror… read Stephen King. If you want the written equivalent of an obscure low-budget horror flick available only on Tubi, then read more Huckleberry Watts here!