The Infatuation Of Hormazd Pestonji

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I am in love with Joyce. Joyce, with her soft brown eyes and pink bowed lips.

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Part One Hormazds Diary

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PAGE?I woke up this morning to the sound of a horn blaring outside my window. There seemed to be some kind of altercation between two men, following a minor collision between a Meru taxi and a Hyundai Santro. Blue, I think it was. The colour of the car. Mercury blue.

Today is the 1st of December. I love Decembers.

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PAGE?Couldnt find my toothbrush again today. My friends tell me I might be suffering from Alzheimers disease, they say its quite common in Parsis. I tell them its an affliction of old age. And Im not old.

Slobber helps me find it. Again. It was lying in a corner at the base of the sink. Good ol Slobber. What would I have done without her?

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PAGE?Late for work. Dr. Crawford was totally cheesed off. He says, I should be more serious. But to tell you the truth, I really love what I do. Being an optometrist is the best thing that could have happened to me. Looking into different peoples eyes, day in and day out. It excites me beyond belief. Its like looking into their souls. Into their hearts.

If only I could make Dr. Crawford realise how much I appreciate him hiring me here.

Thats it! No more late entries. From tomorrow, I start afresh. On time. On time. On time.

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PAGE?Joyce came in for her new glasses today. She was looking even prettier than before. I think it was the dress, or it could have been the way she had done her hair...tied up in a bunch. But her eyes! God! I would give up everything to stare into her eyes. They burn right through me. It feels so good that it hurts. A hurt that I look forward to every time we meet.

I told her that she looked gorgeous today. She smiled, and called me sweet boy. Im on cloud nine.

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PAGE?Brilliant! Joyces glasses were not ready. So I volunteered to drop them off at her place. Was really glad that she agreed, and I breathed a sigh of relief when Dr. Crawford ultimately gave in with a consenting nod.

I should be delivering them to her this evening. Im very nervous. And I should be.

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Part Two Conversation

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Hormazd?You have a very lovely home.

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Joyce?Th...Thank you.

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Hormazd?Ive always wanted a place like this, near the sea. But honestly, I could never afford anything close to this. And definitely not here, at Nariman Point!

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(silence

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Hormazd?Hmmm....Oh! How foolish of me! Do you have any wine? Ill pour us a couple of glasses. We have to have wine!

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Joyce?Hormazd......please......listen to me...

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Hormazd?Joyce, my dear Joyce. Its only a little wine. That never really did hurt anybody now, did it? Just direct me to the bottle, and I shall do the rest. You wouldnt even have to move a muscle......

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Joyce?Hormazd, my wrists...they are really hurting...please...

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Hormazd?....oops, my bad. Guess you cant move even if you wanted to! Sorry! Hehehe...dont bother! Ill find the wine myself. You just sit tight.

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(silence. And then, Joyce bursts into tears. The nylon cord has started to cut through her skin. She stops struggling. And waits.

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Hormazd?Im baaack! Miss me, sweet cheeks? Ok. So whats it gonna be? Red or white?

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Joyce?Why are you doing this? WHY!?(scream

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(He lunges across and in a clean, swift motion rams his fist across her face. Blood oozes out of her mouth.

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Hormazd?Hush now! Huuussshhh!?(places an index finger over his pursed lips

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(She weeps silently. Blood staining her dress, at the shoulder. Ringing in her ears. Throbbing in her head.

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Hormazd?See what you made me do, child? You brought out the beast. YOU brought it out. Why cant you have a drink with me? Just ONE FUCKIN DRINK, BITCH!!! Red or white? Please.

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Joyce?Red.?(softly. Her cries are muffled

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Hormazd?Thats like a good girl. Thats more like my Joyce.

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(He pours the wine. Smiling. Hes whistling a tune. In The Hall Of The Mountain King.

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Hormazd?You know something, Joyce? You are special to me. From all the others who have come and gone, I know that you are different. Your eyes, they tell me different. Not like the other girls. Vain eyes, envious eyes...cruel eyes, empathetic eyes.... But you..God...you...(bites his lower lip. He feels something stirring in his pants. He knows the feeling. Hes done this many times before.

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Hormazd?Oh wait! I nearly forgot! I have to show them to you!

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(He moves aside to pick up a small leather bag lying near the chair to which Joyce is tied. Opens it.

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Hormazd?This, my darling Joyce, was my first crush. Her name is Benaz. I call her, Vain.

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(In his hand is a glass jar. Peeping from within, floating in formalin, is a pair of eyeballs. He places the jar next to his face and moves his own eyeballs from left to right, mockingly at first, and then menacingly. He lets out a huge guffaw.

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Joyce......Oh God...No! Please! Dont do this, put it away! PLEASE!!!

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(She shuts her eyes tightly. The tears start to stream again.

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Hormazd??Joyce...Joyce....come now.....dont look away. LOOK AT THEM! LOOK HOW THEY STARE! SEE HOW THE WHORES STARE!!!

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(He thumps her in the abdomen, making her puke into her own lap.

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Hormazd?You disappoint me, Joyce. You disrespect me. By not looking, you show me callousness. The fact that you dont give a shit. But you should. You really should give a shit. These right here, are my lovely ladies. The essence of my existence. THEY are the reason I do what it is I do...for their approval...for their love...and now...I have you. I need you...

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(He places the glass jar back into the bag, fiddles around, trying to reach for another, but stops. Then looks at her.

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Hormazd?You must think Im mad, dont you? You hate me. Your eyes tell me that you detest me right now. Hateful, thats what you are. Thats what I might call you, once youre in the jar. Once youre with my other ladies. Maybe then, well see eye to eye...

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(He laughs aloud, at his own private joke. And then starts to untie her.

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Joyce?Hormazd, please listen to me. You dont have to do this. I beg of you...please let me go...(thick ropes of mucus drip from her nostrils. Her eyes are bloodshot, dark circles beginning to appear beneath them......please...

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(He slaps her across the face, causing her to fall down to the floor. Standing over her body, he kicks her once. Then starts to straddle her.

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Hormazd?Be silent now, it will be over soon. Thats right. Let it go.?(her eyes seem to fade now. They appear limpid. He sees some kind of lucidity setting in. She has conceded to her fate. She has accepted her destiny?It wont hurt, Joyce. I promise. I WILL suffocate you, before I use the eye gouge.

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Soon you shall only have eyes for me, he thinks. And begins.

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Part Three There Shall Be Blood

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Things start to blur. For a second, it feels like an hallucination. But the sharp pain arising from the gaping hole where his left arm used to be, tells him otherwise. There is so much blood, that nothing makes sense anymore.

He tries to feel for it, but its not there. His left arm has been torn clean off its socket. He reels back and nearly trips over a bag. A leather bag. He makes an attempt to scream, but there is no sound. In a split second, that seems like an eternity, his throat is ripped apart. And even before his body hits the ground, even before death can pay him a visit, his abdomen is flayed open.?Teeth and claws, he thinks. His last thoughts, before he sees his own intestines on the floor. And then, he falls. With a thud. His contorted face lying next to a tilted glass jar that has fallen out of an open bag. His dead eyes staring at its contents. And its contents staring back.

He is dragged away to another room. The feeding begins. The beast howls.

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Joyce wakes up. She enters the bathroom and takes a look into the mirror. She then opens the faucet and splashes some cool water on her face. The water runs red into the sink. She looks into the mirror again. There is something tenacious stuck in her teeth. She tongues it. The flesh dislodges. She swallows.

Sweet boy, she says.

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?Fortunately, among werewolf women, the word BITCH is not offensive.?

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The End?



(3 December, 2011

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