A Snippet of "Wages of Sin" (© 2013)
The Judge stood. "It is time to mete Justice. Let those to be punished step forward."
Tonya stepped forward as requested.
The Judge said, "Tonya Jacobs. You have been found guilty of crimes against Nature and Law in the act of Homosexual Carnal Relations. This cannot go unpunished. Sentences are to be executed immediately.
"The sentence for your participation in the criminal acts is Hydraic Corrective Brachial Generation for one week. Will you submit to the punishment?"
Tonya picked her head up and looked at her Executer. She opened her mouth, like a parishioner waiting for the priest to offer a communion wafer. The Executer placed the red pill on her tongue and held out the glass of water. She swallowed the pill followed by water and returned the glass. With her punishment accepted, she stepped back and waited.
"Your sentence," the Judge continued, "will begin tomorrow and will last for seven days. You are to report to your home and wait for it to begin. May God be with you.”
The medication made her stomach churn, but she resisted the urge to allow any discomfort to show. Instead, she turned and walked out in a dignified manner. This proceeding may have intimidated others, but she would not allow it to intimidate her. She was stronger than the DoC.
It was late when the court finished processing her and allowed her to go home to start her sentence. She did not arrive at her apartment until well after midnight. By that time, the uneasiness in her stomach had escalated to full, vomit-inducing nausea. She resisted the urge to give in until she was alone in her flat. All she wanted the assholes at the Department of Corrections to see was that she was not to be broken. Even the physical sickness that seemed to be the goal of the pill would not cause her to behave in any manner other than "business as usual." But after she opened the door to her flat and closed it behind her, she bolted for the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. It looked like blood, but lacked the coppery taste. As far as she could tell from the amount of red goop she vomited repeatedly, whatever the pill contained seemed to be greatly increasing in mass.
When the vomiting and retching stopped, Tonya rested on the cold tile floor and tried to appreciate the moments of calm. She stripped out of her street clothes as she walked to her bed. Soon, she was lying on top of her covers, nude, and in a deep sleep.
Moments of time shared with Anne Marie wafted through her mind, as welcome as a cool breeze on a sunny day. Anne Marie was not the first woman that Tonya ever loved, but she was probably the first she loved so deeply. She was beautiful and innocent and kind and trusting and all those things one desires in a soul mate. Why Anne Marie's husband did not appreciate the beauty of the woman he married was something that Tonya would never understand. His loss was her gain, however. It wasn't hard to seduce Anne Marie. Quickly, they went from flirtatious interactions to passionate rendezvous. In her dream, Anne Marie's soft, naked form pressed against hers and they wrapped their arms around each other in a soft but deep kiss. Tonya could smell her vanilla-scented body wash and taste her cherry-flavored lip gloss. Anne Marie's blonde hair fell across Tonya's face and she could smell her lilac shampoo. She was a feast for all senses and Tonya devoured her with rapacious delight.
Suddenly, Tonya felt stabbing pains. In the ending moments of her dream, Anne Marie was digging two knives dug into her sides and used them to slice open her rib cage from her arms to her hips. Tonya screamed like a woman in labor, and tried to fend off her dream attacker. Anne Marie fought back, slapping Tonya across the face again and again. Tonya awoke, feeling those slaps happen again and again, even as she entered the waking world.
She opened her eyes and stared at her dark ceiling. There was a brief moment when the stinging on her face seemed to fade with the dream. When the next slap came, Tonya knew her attacker was no dream. She scrambled to get out of the bed and fell off the side, hitting her head on the hardwood floor. She struggled to get to her feet, but her balance was thrown off by extra weight. Her arms kept getting entangled with some kind of rope. In trying to push the rope away, she felt it move. Muscles, skin and bone curled around her. My attacker is behind me, she thought. Tonya dove forward, tripping over the bed again and landing on the floor. She managed to switch the room lights on and get a glance at the empty room. There was no one behind her, but something kept hampering her efforts to move. Before she could calm, another slap from the "rope" sent her sprawling across her dresser. That was when she saw herself in the mirror.
In spite of her swelling eye and bleeding lip, her attention was drawn to the new pair of arms that stuck out of her sides, right where Anne Marie had dug her knives in her dream. Two perfect arms snaked out, moving sporadically for no apparent reason other than to throw her off balance. For a moment, her reflection reminded her of Vishnu – that is if the extra arms on Vishnu were trying to attack her.
They swung wildly, jerking Tonya from side to side until she lost her balance again and landed on her bare bottom. Her mind whirled as she continued to wrestle with her new appendages. I've got to be able to control these things, she thought. She fought with the arms until she could grab them by the wrists and pin them down with her body weight. For a moment, they were subdued.
Tonya stepped forward as requested.
The Judge said, "Tonya Jacobs. You have been found guilty of crimes against Nature and Law in the act of Homosexual Carnal Relations. This cannot go unpunished. Sentences are to be executed immediately.
"The sentence for your participation in the criminal acts is Hydraic Corrective Brachial Generation for one week. Will you submit to the punishment?"
Tonya picked her head up and looked at her Executer. She opened her mouth, like a parishioner waiting for the priest to offer a communion wafer. The Executer placed the red pill on her tongue and held out the glass of water. She swallowed the pill followed by water and returned the glass. With her punishment accepted, she stepped back and waited.
"Your sentence," the Judge continued, "will begin tomorrow and will last for seven days. You are to report to your home and wait for it to begin. May God be with you.”
The medication made her stomach churn, but she resisted the urge to allow any discomfort to show. Instead, she turned and walked out in a dignified manner. This proceeding may have intimidated others, but she would not allow it to intimidate her. She was stronger than the DoC.
It was late when the court finished processing her and allowed her to go home to start her sentence. She did not arrive at her apartment until well after midnight. By that time, the uneasiness in her stomach had escalated to full, vomit-inducing nausea. She resisted the urge to give in until she was alone in her flat. All she wanted the assholes at the Department of Corrections to see was that she was not to be broken. Even the physical sickness that seemed to be the goal of the pill would not cause her to behave in any manner other than "business as usual." But after she opened the door to her flat and closed it behind her, she bolted for the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. It looked like blood, but lacked the coppery taste. As far as she could tell from the amount of red goop she vomited repeatedly, whatever the pill contained seemed to be greatly increasing in mass.
When the vomiting and retching stopped, Tonya rested on the cold tile floor and tried to appreciate the moments of calm. She stripped out of her street clothes as she walked to her bed. Soon, she was lying on top of her covers, nude, and in a deep sleep.
Moments of time shared with Anne Marie wafted through her mind, as welcome as a cool breeze on a sunny day. Anne Marie was not the first woman that Tonya ever loved, but she was probably the first she loved so deeply. She was beautiful and innocent and kind and trusting and all those things one desires in a soul mate. Why Anne Marie's husband did not appreciate the beauty of the woman he married was something that Tonya would never understand. His loss was her gain, however. It wasn't hard to seduce Anne Marie. Quickly, they went from flirtatious interactions to passionate rendezvous. In her dream, Anne Marie's soft, naked form pressed against hers and they wrapped their arms around each other in a soft but deep kiss. Tonya could smell her vanilla-scented body wash and taste her cherry-flavored lip gloss. Anne Marie's blonde hair fell across Tonya's face and she could smell her lilac shampoo. She was a feast for all senses and Tonya devoured her with rapacious delight.
Suddenly, Tonya felt stabbing pains. In the ending moments of her dream, Anne Marie was digging two knives dug into her sides and used them to slice open her rib cage from her arms to her hips. Tonya screamed like a woman in labor, and tried to fend off her dream attacker. Anne Marie fought back, slapping Tonya across the face again and again. Tonya awoke, feeling those slaps happen again and again, even as she entered the waking world.
She opened her eyes and stared at her dark ceiling. There was a brief moment when the stinging on her face seemed to fade with the dream. When the next slap came, Tonya knew her attacker was no dream. She scrambled to get out of the bed and fell off the side, hitting her head on the hardwood floor. She struggled to get to her feet, but her balance was thrown off by extra weight. Her arms kept getting entangled with some kind of rope. In trying to push the rope away, she felt it move. Muscles, skin and bone curled around her. My attacker is behind me, she thought. Tonya dove forward, tripping over the bed again and landing on the floor. She managed to switch the room lights on and get a glance at the empty room. There was no one behind her, but something kept hampering her efforts to move. Before she could calm, another slap from the "rope" sent her sprawling across her dresser. That was when she saw herself in the mirror.
In spite of her swelling eye and bleeding lip, her attention was drawn to the new pair of arms that stuck out of her sides, right where Anne Marie had dug her knives in her dream. Two perfect arms snaked out, moving sporadically for no apparent reason other than to throw her off balance. For a moment, her reflection reminded her of Vishnu – that is if the extra arms on Vishnu were trying to attack her.
They swung wildly, jerking Tonya from side to side until she lost her balance again and landed on her bare bottom. Her mind whirled as she continued to wrestle with her new appendages. I've got to be able to control these things, she thought. She fought with the arms until she could grab them by the wrists and pin them down with her body weight. For a moment, they were subdued.
