Chapter 5: Maggie the "Tongue Wearer" Bailey

(October 15th, 2041)

It's been a few days since I wrote in this little memoir of mine. Just a little update, I've been visiting the library a lot lately. Especially being in the predicament that I'm in at the moment and I've acquired a taste for reading. I know, it sounds cliche because I'm in a prison and I have nothing but time... Excuse me, I'm still dwelling. Anyway, I've been reading a shitload of Stephen King books as well as John Saul and even some oldies like: Moby Dick, The Catcher and the Rye, To Kill A Mockingbird; shit like that.

But for some reason the Horror genre always seem to wrench my attention and I use that word lightly. 'Cause I've met quite a bit of people who prefer these tools of the trade. Whether it be yanking teeth, like Rachel or breaking fingers. But this next person I'm going to write about did one of the most nastiest things you could do with said tool.

Her name is Maggie Bailey. She likes the pseudonym: The Tongue Wearer. It sounds fuckin' creepy and to be honest, when I saw her the first time, it sent a shiver up my spine. It was the exact same sensation I got when I heard Simon talking. Let's jump right in, shall we? I only have about thirty minutes 'til I'm allowed to go to the library again, so this one will be a bit rushed.

(December 21st, 1991)

Oddly enough this day was relatively okay. Sure it was colder than a fuckin' freezer. Rachel and I were just sitting in that old rotting apartment room fucking each other like there was no tomorrow.

She and I had developed a sort of fuck buddy relationship. We had a few mutual interests. Murder, torture, blood lust and of course, fornication. As for Simon and Bruce, I had no idea where they ran off to. I didn't even care that my nipples were hard enough to juice an orange, Rachel and I fucked enough to keep our body temperatures normal.

As soon as I felt everything blowing out of me, I heard Rachel groan with satisfaction. Her breasts glistened perfectly in the bask of the sunlight. It shined in through that old semi dusty window perfectly, giving her a ghostly glow. When she sat up, both of those massive mounds bounced playfully. She grabbed a rag nearby and wiped her privates off, though not good enough.

When I released inside of her, I felt everything pouring out and I feared for the worst at this exact moment. (I'm getting off topic here, sorry about that. Right... Fast forward about ten minutes, after another quick fucking... Okay!) We've already gotten dressed and Rachel decided she'd go for a walk, leaving me alone in that room.

(As I mentioned before, a lot of shit has happened in this room and it felt so weird being alone in it. An insufferable amount of silence mixed with a murderers ongoing thoughts; it's complete hell! Anyways, this day was the day I met Maggie.) A knock at the door broke the muttering I was doing as it jarred me out of my stupor.

"Come in!" I said nervously. The door creaked way to fucking loud for my liking and lately, anything would set my anger off. Had it not been for the sight of my soon to be new protege, I would've gone off of the handle at her. She was a relatively tall woman with lightly tanned skin. Her lips were super thick and she had the brightest smile.

Her eyes were huge with the most beautiful hazel color I've ever seen. She didn't have much in the way of breasts but when she came in and shut the door... (Forgive me; I'm losing myself here... Right!) Maggie had the biggest, tightest ass I've ever laid eyes on. Her hips were a perfect shape, giving her a belly dancer's body and it all just came together with those long thick legs of hers.

She has a small, slightly widened nose, and a somewhat round face. Her hair ran down just above her ass and had a nice thickness about it. I was so mesmerized by the woman's body that I hadn't realized she was wearing the most grotesque necklace ever. It was made out of twine and had these little jars holding onto it. Inside these jars was a thick liquid and what were unmistakably tongues.

That's right! I'm not fucking around when I say she preferred her pseudonym. She waltzed right on up to me and stared me right in the face. Her nasty ass tongues were dangling just inches away, and floating; they were so vomit inducing. Had it not been me or the rest of my group, I'm sure someone would of puked.

There was this thick aroma emanating off of her. A mixture of honey and cigarettes. It was nothing like Rachel's sent. (Let me get something off my chest real quick. It sounds as if I'm fan boying over this bitch, but I'm really not. Sure, she was intoxicating, but she wasn't Rachel. She'd turn any man on, but her looks were never enough to make me want to cheat on my true love.)

When she spoke, her voice sounded obnoxious! She had the thickest Boston accent I've ever heard, ever! "I heard about you guys... Simon, the guy you strapped up to that chair you're sitting upon? Yeah, he's my boyfriend!" She was inches from me now, motioning her lips towards mine at that very moment. (I fought her off though, nearly shoving her onto her ass.

I refused to even pay her the respect of looking at her and gazed out the window towards the snow strewn road building across the street. I got up and kept gazing through that glass, towards all of the innocent bystanders. As I watched them happily conversing with each other and walking with a kick in their step, it angered me. They have no idea what it feels like to be who I am. Not a single fucking clue!

Just looking down onto those people below started to send waves of fury throughout me. I remember backing away from that window, only to see Maggie standing all up in my personal space. I politely distanced myself and decided to focus on my feet as I spoke. "What the fuck do you two want?!" The woman before me just laughed. As if my words were not assertive but playful at best.

(I'm gonna take a moment and fill you all in on something. Maggie didn't appear to be a faithful woman. From what she told me following my question, it made me think twice about her. With that being said, she was trying so hard to make me cheat on Rachel, even though we weren't exclusive yet. Yes, I mean yet. She and I became an item over time... Just keep reading. Anyway...)

She said, "What's it gonna take for me to seduce you? I know Simon and I are an item, but that don't mean that I can't... play a little bit." Her hands were caressing my chest at this moment, and slowly began sliding down to my genitals. I quickly slid out from in front of her, distancing myself once more.

"I'm no cheater, woman! Explain your presence here or be gone!" I told her. (Again, I tried to be assertive but she kept shrugging it off.)

Her slender fingers slid down across her chest and into her leggings. She was fingering herself right there, without a care in the world. She kept caressing those tongues around her neck and must have saw me looking at them, because she immediately stopped. "I see you're eyeballing my necklace here. They're all very interesting stories if you ask me, but let me fill you in on them."

She refused to stop being promiscuous even as she slid over that chair Bruce sat on before. Just the way she folded her legs seemed so seductive. I watched the sunlight glistening off of those meaty thighs as she kept kicking her foot around. The lust within me wanted to throw her onto the floor right then and there, and fuck her harder than I've ever fucked before.

But I fought back that demon. I may be murderous, but I'm not an adulterer. So I sat down in that chair we strapped Simon to and gazed upon her as she continued speaking. "I've learned over the years that one must keep trophies of his or her accomplishments. Doctors keep their Ph.D's hung upon the walls of their offices. Athletes keep golden metals hidden behind sheets of glass. Even the religious have their medallions to show their love and support...why can't I have mine?"

That question forever haunts me even to this day. I remember feeling a lump in my throat and having to force it down. She continued, "I didn't start killing until I was... Umm... Sixteen I believe. That...was the day my father raped me for the last time. 'I do this because I love you. You're too beautiful for anyone else. Let me take your stress and worries away honey.' blah! The man fucking disgusts me! So I took matters into my own hands."

She shifted a bit in her chair and then grasped onto the jar in the very center of her necklace. That's when she got up and showed me the label stamped across it. Father. Just looking at that word... Ugh! "I'm so sorry you had to go through that." I said to her. To be honest, I was freaking out because she looked so livid. But then the woman smiled, bearing those thick teeth of hers.

"It's okay honey, there's no harm or foul between us. Simon knows that too, fore I've spoke to him about all of my kills. On my sixteenth birthday, my father decided he'd take a stab at my ass again and slithered into my room like the disgusting snake that he is. By the way, my mother's no different. She believed my dad over me every time he molested me!

So I gave that bitch what was coming to her too! You see this?" She waved the jar directly to the left of her father's tongue. Somehow I knew who's that was even before she mentioned it, but it still couldn't prepare me.

"This is her tongue. I ripped it out shortly after I tortured my father. The first thing I did to that man was I grabbed a long stick and wrapped sand paper around it. I then shoved it up his ass and twisted it whilst pushing until it was halfway in. After that, as he sat there weeping and begging, I yanked it out all at once. His inner ass cheeks bled so bad and you know what I did next?"

I couldn't do anything at the time other than shake my head or nod. I was terrified of this woman so I did just that. "I know you don't know, so let me tell you." She looked down at that jar, giving it the creepiest grin. "I took bleach and dumped it all over the fucker's open wounds and listened to him scream in pain. After that, I took a pair of pliers and I pulled on his tongue as hard as I could. I could practically feel every single tendon rip as it was forcibly disconnected from the back of his throat.

He started bleeding profusely so I tilted his body forward. I didn't want him to choke of course... not yet anyway. I grabbed a butcher's knife and hacked his dick off, then shoved it deep down his throat, until it was clogged... I watched the sick son of bitch choke for ten seconds and then wrapped a plastic bag around his fuckin' head. Oh how I loved watching him squirm as every inch of his life was fading away. He died of asphyxiation a minute or so later."

(Just want to add something here. I was absolutely mortified at that time, not knowing what to say or do. I guess I did the best thing I could've done and that was just sit in silence.) "I see the look on your face; I thank you for that. Not too many men seem to care about why I killed my parents, especially since they can't get past the fact that I'm a murderer. But look at what my father did! He molested me my entire life, and do you know what happened to me before I killed him?"

I shook my head, trying to give this woman some respect. She was breaking into tears by now, and shook her father's jar angrily. "The bastard impregnated me one month before my sixteenth birthday! How did I know?! I started feeling woozy and was throwing up all the time. I took a pregnancy test, just to make myself feel better... It came back positive." Maggie was giving me the weirdest sideways look as she kept clasping onto that jar.

"This fucker is the reason I got pregnant for the first time in my life! I was carrying a child made from incest and I felt so fucking gross... But my dad went to my mom and told her that I was a whore and was sleeping around with every guy in school. He said that was the reason I was pregnant and my mother fucking believed him! That was the last straw! That night on my sixteenth birthday, I did what I said I did. That night I ripped his tongue out and I chased my mother down with those pliers and that butcher knife.

That... fucking night, I suffocated my mother after ripping her tongue out too! That was the night I was finally released from my torment and felt relief at last. I knew right then that I wouldn't have to worry about whether my father was going to show up that night and rape me again. I knew I would be free of my mother's scrutiny. Sure, I'm a monster now! I'm a murderer because I don't know how to turn back... I'm forever stuck like this.

And do you know what happened to the baby?" Again, not knowing what to say, I shook my head in return. A tear ran down her face, "The baby died at birth." "I-I'm sorry," I replied.

She stopped due to the overwhelming tears that were threatening to pour out of her. At that time, Rachel returned as well as Simon who saw his girlfriend crying. I was legitimately concerned about my safety at that current moment, but he actually didn't do anything. He just saw her crying and that look of terror and sadness written on my face and must have known.

With his arm wrapped around her, he gazed upon me and said, "She told you about why she wears those tongues, didn't she?" I couldn't muster the strength for words, so I just nodded at him. A sigh escaped Simon's lips as he kept trying to hug the sorrow away from his girlfriend. "We need to band together, you know? This group is the only thing that she and I feel completely safe and free to talk to about our horrible pasts.

And I don't know about this one behind me, but I'm sure she feels the same."

I looked over at Rachel at that exact moment; she was nodding all the while. Her eyes looked so puffy and red; I knew she was crying. She quickly ran and leaped into my arms and broke down so fast that I didn't know what to do. At the time, as I mentioned, she and I were only fuck buddies. I had no idea what happened in her past. I know now what caused her to murder, but back then I was completely clueless.

I would discuss more about the rest of the tongues on Maggie's necklace, but she never divulged that information until much later. I would say even after the Slash and Burn Society came into fruition, she wouldn't tell me who the last tongue belonged to. As for Simon, he discussed his history as well but that's for another chapter.

(October 15th, 2041).

Okay, we're back here in my jail cell as I gaze off into the corridor. The head guard just yelled out for our doors to be opened so that means I'm off to the library again. Let me just end this chapter with something nice. Rachel and I never felt any closer than we did that night when Maggie, Simon, she and I were all in that room together.

We both felt comfortable around them and they were the same way. I want to discuss the history for each of the rest of this group, but alas, I haven't even brought up the last three members of the original group. So, for the next chapter, I'm going to introduce the next member and then afterwards I'll dive into Rachel's past. I know I went out of order a bit with this one, but Maggie just came right out and exposed herself. It took me a lot of prying and time to get her to speak.

I gotta go now! I hope to be back at this memoir soon. Until then.

This is Shane Sorinthia signing off.