Hellhole Page #3

tonight after dinner,

I mean after dinner,

not after Johnny Carson,

you know what I mean?

I'm sorry, daddy.

It ain't easy sneaking

around this joint.

Mmm. I love

when you call me ''daddy''.

Hmm.

Yeah, I know. It's like Coney Island

in here, you know?

So tell me,

what'd you find out, huh?

Mmm, Fletcher likes to play doctor.

She does, huh?

Oh, we gotta play layout...

That depends.

Let me see. Let me see.

Stand there.

Yeah.

Wow.

This isn't exactly House Beautiful.

You ain't seen anything yet.

Hmm.

- Ooh.

- Why don't we use the bed?

Ooh.

You turn me on.

Yeah, huh?

Yeah, take your panties off.

That's...

Ah!

Oh, yeah. Nice!

- Nice!

- Mmm.

Let me get a nice

little crotch shot.

Ah, that's beautiful, huh?

Huh?

Come on, baby, gimme a nice pose.

Come on, baby.

Ooh.

Mmm, baby.

Listen to me, okay?

I want you to find out all you can

about that half a fag Stevens.

Wow, you're into guys?

No, I'm not into guys.

I'm into swine, moron.

I want you to find out all you can

about that a**hole.

I don't trust him.

You understand? Huh?

You'll do that for daddy, won't you?

- But I'm scared, daddy.

- Mmm.

If Fletcher catches me

snooping around,

she'll dump me down

in that basement

with the rest of her rejects.

What basement?

What rejects?

What are you talking about?

Down in Hellhole.

- Mmm, Hellhole.

- You think you've got drugs, daddy?

Mmm.

She's got stuff

that'll turn you inside out.

What kind of drugs are they?

Stuff she's been using to make

horrible experiments on people.

Oh, yeah?

And if you're lucky, you die.

Mmm.

And if not, you end up

locked in a cage

down in that basement forever.

Mmm.

You just...

You just do the right thing

for daddy, won't you? Hmm?

I'll do anything

for my pretty daddy.

Good. Come here.

Hey, Nicki, toss me some soap,

will ya?

Here, use mine.

It's hyperallergenic.

Thanks.

Mmm, smells pretty.

Here, I'll do it.

Thanks.

Mmm, that's good.

Relax.

You've met that orderly Stevens,

haven't you?

Yeah. So?

So, what do you know about him?

I don't know nothin'.

Well, what can you find out?

What is this,

20 Questions or something?

Hey, slut!

You keep your slimy paws

to yourself.

That chick happens to be mine.

Ooh.

Well, why don't you go

sign up for tennis, moo moo?

Maybe they can use your tits

to play a set with.

I'll meet you in the under-room.

And don't forget my towel.

I'll bring you your towel,

you b*tch!

Fight! Fight!

They're really fighting!

Here's your towel.

Ooh!

Get her! Get her!

Hit her!

Yeah! Yeah!

Hit her! Hit her!

Cut it out!

Cut it out!

Any more of these antics,

any more,

and I'm gonna turn you over

to Fletcher

for some of her little experiments.

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