The Vengeance of Rome

THIRTY-TWO

I force the dildo into Hitler’s anus. I use my own shit to lubricate it. Hitler groans and shivers. He begins to beg me to stop. I push the dildo in harder. I take his ball and squeeze it. He begins to thrash. I clutch at his penis. It slips out of my hand. I take a tighter hold on it.

—Dirty little Yidqueer bad boy Mummy’s bad boy dirty boy dirty dirty boy dirty Yidboy queer.

I dig my nails into the soft flesh. I twist the dildo to give him the maximum pain.

He starts to scream. The noise inspires my efforts. I shout at him. I jump back and kick him. I take the dildo out and shove it into his mouth to stop him blubbering.

—Shut up, queerbaby bumboy dirty queerboy bumbaby, crybaby Yidboy. Bad naughty Yidboy. Dirty Yidqueer bumboy. What are you?

—Dirty queerboy Juckmemummy.

He writhes on the floor at my feet, the dildo in his mouth, his cold eyes moving with a disturbing vitality.

—Bad dirty Yidboy queer. Bad boy, bad Alfy, bad, bad, bad Alfy.

—I didn’t mean - I didn’t want - I didn’t do it - It wasn’t my fault. It wasn ‘t my fault.

—Only your fault.

The whip rises and falls. —Dirty boy. Bad boy.

I kick him to the ground so that he lies spreadeagled on his face. I walk on his back. I shout at him. I take the dildo and push it into him again.

—No, Mummy. No, Mummy. My angel, my angel . . .

—No isn’t a word we use. Bad word. Naughty word. Punish dirty Alfy.

I take his head and grind it into the shit. I make him roll in the shit. I make him lick it up. I whip his legs. I bugger him with the dildo. I piss in his mouth. I trample his body. I spit on his genitals. I shriek at him. I call him more names. But only the names I have been taught.

Blood pours from his rump. The room is like a slaughterhouse.

—Punish him. Bad Alfy. Bad Uncle Alfy.

—Please, Geli. Please, Geli.

His screams blended with my own.

I left him sobbing on the bed armoured in his own juices.

I looked back briefly as I closed his door. Through the filthy crust those pale, unsouled, unblinking eyes were staring at me, as if to remember me. Only for an instant did they meet mine.

They flickered with chilling triumph.