The Abyss of Radical Stupidity by R.K. Galvez (interesting books to read for teens TXT) 📕

...At that, Trogger grunted again as he carefully wiped his blood-gun - just as Professor Norkgrub closed the mysterious vidi-mind-file...

 TRANZ-READOUT SCHEMATIC: 448PSYCHE...{BRAINDEATH RECORDED 23:59 17/12/2626}

...Once upon a time, there was a girl...Deathly cutie-cute-cabbies... This girl was a battered woman called Vonda. She preferred Von. She was a sex worker; big in the game, she had been doing this for decades, since she was a teenager; she was now[censored for legal reasons]...She had been used by the C.O.G. to offer her body to various entities....She was used to getting around the Old Ones. She always told people to call her Von. She got fucked. A lot. It was a bad fucking time for her. And it sucked. She sucked. A lot of sucking for Von. And licking. Blah, Blah, yuddayuddadoodah. It was not tops bloopie. Time flies. She started her periods young; she had hormones too young...She was getting fucked by strange men, normally aliens just stuck to her. A lot of really strange men, occult types, all kinds of weirdo freaks. Sometimes older women, those who had played the telepathic timeframe, who knew the ways of the Old Ones. The men were all different though. Von did not discriminate. They all had different kinds of cocks. They have different ways, different smells. She was like an animal, a mutated hormone savage from some other time. She got primitive...Ugh-Ergh..Ghastly...Oh so beastly!...

...She needed a lot of tests. Whenever she urinated it burned a lot. She thought of Janey...Was Ann[e] Summers related to Gabriel?...These odd fuckers wanted to piss on her and inside her. Sometimes she got her to fuck other women with large strap-on dildos and get it on with their elderly husbands. They were all in the Dali School of erotic fetishism...Seriously, they were a depraved bunch; unfortunately for Von, some preferred to get rough. Really fucking rough; Von got hurt badly. Stitches and lots of TCP were needed, not to mention the emergency PCP...There was not much recovery time...Sometimes she recognized them; they were her ex- sugar daddies, they always paid for everything despite it being a cashless process. She became property. She was part of the account...She had lost herself....

...Even though Von Howzen had everything she was really unhappy about her Party Girl status. She had faster internet  these days and saw the world, or the world produced by the narrow online world, and had an idea that Paris Hilton had much better rates. Kim and Tulisa were not far behind, though rumour had it Pammie set the benchmark. Von started to think. But Von was still only a kid at the time, and had not got into K-Pop yet. That happened when she was twelve...

...It was a weird time, she was listening to a lot of retro stuff. She got a ginger afro. She got fluorescent hair extensions. She got tattoos. She drank alcohol and took many well-known easily available illegal substances. She was getting experienced and very loaded all the time, until she got a weird chill-feeling: that thought when you remember that you're not enjoying things because you are stuck in the nostalgic fog of lushness...She wanted to know more about her past and her future...She wanted the future to go into fast-forward...She did not have a remote control to do that, which she was amazed had no been invented yet by some tech company...Well, they know every other aspect of your life - why not those parts too?...

...Von wanted to be cool and get out of her "jam". She never went to school, and was sick of pleasing bored old men, no matter how rich they might be. Do you know that she remembered her name? She was Vonda, and she said this everytime she got doubly penetrated and had to suck or whip, or be whipped, then get bloodied. It was all good fun now, Von had convinced herself she was strong. She developed skills as kick-boxing, she got good with guns, kitanas, and pressure point one-touch punches. This happened while she worked on an army porno. She had to fuck a donkey; she killed it. She started trying to method act...

...Von's ex-daddies and uncles became scared of her; many had heart attacks and got impaled by dildos, or died from exhaustion. She fucked them to death. She was learning new techniques. She changed her surname - really trying to reinvent herself in her teenage years - from Howton to Howzen. She liked the name Vonda and was pleased it wasn't Vera. She was a fucking survivor! She liked cosplay! She was a princess porno superstar vigilante! Von Howzen was born. She was also born with more problems. She didn't let me know just yet. She smiled; I don't know why. I suppose it's cute, but she followed me into the Gents; it went quiet...

...It was no surprise to me to find the usual duo at the Burger Shack. I've been following Paige Chance ever since she went freelance. I know she's selling advert space again - her cover, not mine - but she always does this! And I know she knows most of the criminals and cops in the whole of Nutcough Hills. My insurance is this: I got footage of Dr Horatio Veckle with crack whores and rent boys, getting his rocks off. Horatio must've been living like a monk for so long, but he's a right goer when he gets going...

...Then again, so am I! I just didn't tell him I was filming, though he should've known I'd pull something like that! So much for being a smart quack. I already know what Horatio and Paige are chatting about. Seeing them together has made me think my original theory's spot on. Horatio and Paige are protecting the vampire, pathetically known as Iron Ass. I know Iron Ass because I'm meant to take him away from Horatio before those C.O.G. government freaks get him....

...This is my plan: I'm going to blackmail Horatio, then fuck up Paige. She's pretty hardcore, but I know what she's into these days. I've got a new buttplug just for her, and a better vibrator-chair. I'll make sure I'll break her. Iron Ass can then get probed to death by my clients. He was always going to be one expensive weapon, too. All that goth comic book shit chat about how tough and cool Vampires are, it doesn't stand up when you see Iron Ass. The public image was so packaged up with teenie-bopper coolness, it doesn't even come close to the truth.

...It was all BULLSHIT! Let me tell you: Vamps are ugly and smelly. Iron Ass had to be the last one knocking about - after the U.R.S.O.M.A.D. was shut down-- but he's an overweight mess, who stresses at everything. He's some campy dick, who's really old, never cleans his fangs and has lost his penis due to the fact he's fucking falling apart and turning into some kind of vampiric bone-monster!...

...Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention that Iron Ass can't shit. Yeah, that's the funny thing. He can't take a dump as it's too dangerous. To us and for him, too! It makes me laugh just thinking about it! He must be in pain all the time.You probably don't know vampire's smell real bad, but if you whiff one, that's why....

...Think about it: They're not all cleancut, hairsprayed, airbrushed and photoshopped. None of that shit's right - I don't know why the government let it feed their coverup. No, Listen, I'll tell you! Why you might ask? Why not? I got my own interests. And I'm not bothered by no shitty old morals. Well, Iron Ass, as he was nicknamed by the government dicks, they go to test Iron Ass's vampire shit one time. It gets weird, they don't know what's going on. It releases a gas turning them into crazy zombie psychos or whatever. Fucking everyone flips. Now, that's the weird bit, as Iron Ass's small bit of turd turns out to be some kind of monster and goes crazy, eating up folks and some of the other vampire test subjects. This tiny bit of turd is now massive. Many government bods probably took a lot of shit just to contain it...

...I can't stop laughing how the Vampire is more scared of their own shit more than sunlight - which is really overdone by the cover-up myth shit. Sunlight slowly burns their skin, cleans it at times, I don't know where they got the whole spontaneous combustion thing. But look, it got sorted out that time and I'm the one laying this on you hoping you might help me. This freak, Iron Ass, is the container of his monster vamp shit. It can't get out of his arse if it's trapped in there, right? The Government obviously done it on the cheap as they used some iron flap and bolted it to his arse. The vamp shit beast - as I call it - tried to escaped but gave up. I'm here to unleash it, as I've got some different interests now. The main one is probably changing the future of the world order - though I've got others, I just haven't thought them all through yet. Money seems to really motivate me....

...O.K., you can tell, I'm no real cop. I don't know what happened to the real Bryan Simms, but I'm him now. Fuck, I can do what I want here in Nutcough Hills. It can be blissful. I control most of the shit here, in this piece of shit they should've called Poor Hell. I'm here, and I'm not saying who I am. But after checking Paige out for a while, taking in all her curves, I decide not to follow Paige. Paige leaves the Burger Shack, shaking her sexy butt with her Marlboro plugged in her gob...

...I vaguely remember a bondage session we were having, both of us fucked up to the eyeballs on all kinds of crazy shit, we were really getting out of it, and Paige's kicking my cock and balls while wearing her purple leather boots....I start to relive it all in Burger Shack, mixing up the past and present, while gazing at Paige. I'm sure she brings out the feathers and candlewax. She tickles my cock, arse and nipples then she drops the hot wax on me, before paddling