The old man slipped in like a vampire , ducked under the blanket , then shrieked when the straight blade of the waiting box cutter swam through his face . The man tumbled out of the bed but the boy was upon him , tugging wire slip knots over flailing arms . He ’ d attached a dozen of these to anchors around the room , set to tighten with the struggle . The stinking wet rag of a man had stumbled into the lair and was quickly secured in the web , tied tight . The boy ’ s grandfather jerked and twisted as his lips were sliced from his gums and gums were scraped back from teeth . Crouching over the pervert , careful to avoid the largest blood vessels , the boy cut away the soft parts then took the teeth and the bones beneath . He twisted and wiggled out four front teeth , ( the molars were discarded as they ’ d been broken during removal ) and the used wire snips to take off the first phalange from five fingers , clipped from the knuckle . The teeth and bones had always been his favorite , but they ’ d had no real magic before . These ones would be real .
As his gurgling grandfather wept beneath him , the boy carefully scraped the flesh and wiped the blood from them . He held them , admired them , turning them slowly under the glaring red glow . When he was satisfied , he hid them where nobody would ever look and nobody could ever take them back . He gagged a little at first , but his grandfather had prepared him well for this . Soon , the teeth and bones were buried in the
grave of his stomach . He would keep them safe there in the soft and embryonic red bath of his own blood , crushed under the walls of his own flesh . Then he sat in the safety of his lair , a spider , a wolf , a nightmare , and with his blades , pliers , and wires , he taught his grandfather his own games .
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