Human Furniture
[Jerri Li is sat at her computer, watching a montage of various people sticking middle fingers up at the screen as a voice repeats insults like 'fuck you,' 'you're an asshole,' 'die,' 'kill yourself' and 'eat shit.' Jerri is leaning back in her chair with a look of ecstasy on her face. A man in a black leather mask with an opened zip over his mouth is sat on a sofa in the background.]
Man: Are you ever going to untie me?
[Jerri opens a drawer of the desk that her computer is sat on and takes out a leather strap covered in metal spikes.]
Jerri: You’ll get whipped and like it.
[Jerri walks over to the man and slaps him until saliva dribbles out of his mouth.]
Jerri: Now look at these middle fingers, they’re meant for you.
Man: Yes mistress.
[Jerri digs her nails into the back of the man's head and pushes him up out of his seat and closer towards the screen.]
Jerri: Lick the screen.
[The man does as he is told and rubs his tongue up and down as the photos saying 'fuck off' continue to circulate.]
Jerri: Now lick my boot.
[Jerri forces the man's head down to the floor. He meekly unrolls his tongue from his mouth and wipes her black high heel back and forth.]
Jerri: I wish there was some dog shit around so I could step in it for you to lick off.
[Jerri wraps the leather strap around the man's mouth, pressing the spikes into his skin.]
Jerri: You men deserve this humiliation and torment. I had to join a fucking wrestling promotion just to find some people to hurt me properly. I’m so glad I found Sarah, I cannot wait to fight someone that can actually hurt me. All the men hold back because I’m a woman, little do they know I WANT to be hit in the teeth with a sledgehammer.]
Man: Why the fuck would a sadomasochist join a wrestling promotion? That shit’s fake.
[Jerri lifts up the chair in front of the computer and hammers it repeatedly into the man's head until blood pours from his ears.]
Jerri: Is that fake motherfucker?
[Jerri drags the man up to his feet. She pulls him along the floor, his shoes squeaking against the wooden flooring, and sits him in another chair. She ties him up with rope before grabbing a steel chair she brought home from work and hits him over and over again until it warps over his skull. The man's eyes close from unconsciousness.]
Jerri: I won a fucking title in BOB because nobody else in that promotion can take the same amount of pain I can. Sure, Steve Studnuts, the only person to hold any of the other titles, can take a beating, but tear the muscles in his leg and he’d be out for six months… I’d start superkicking everyone I could to try and make it worse.
[The unconscious man is obviously not listening.]
Jerri: Sarah the Jobber Slayer had better bring it, because nothing hurts a masochist more than winning.