1. Smack


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Bracing myself with a flinch, my cloth-bound fist punchesout the small decorative pane of glass. There’s a deafening crash and a shower of tinkling glass across stone tiles. I freeze to the spot, listening for any movement inside. ‘ Fucking noise …’ I think, knocking out the broken shards as quietly as possible. The oak door’s fixed with a large iron lock some would call ‘rustic’ or ‘traditional’. I find the whole thing a distasteful waste of money; another way of showing how superior and classy you are, and a frivolous, pretentious waste of good green. It doesn’t keep people like me out of your house and it won’t stop me trading your gear for a fix or two. The cold key sits snugly inside the lock, just inches from my broken window. I reach around and laugh, turning the key with a satisfying clunk . The door swings open silently, belying the modernity of the wrought-iron hinges. ‘Big locks won’t keep me out if you leave the key in them.’ Stepping inside, I survey the heavy, rustic surfaces of an expensive kitchen. The walls hold racks of gleaming copper pans and solid cupboards of a light-coloured wood I couldn’t name; I’ve never been an expert on any wood but my own. A central table made of stained timber hosts two rows of matching chairs with fine, carved backs in a delicate red fabric. ‘ That would earn you a few good days out of your head. Shame it’s too fucking heavy to carry that shit out of here. ’ My hands stroke the pristine, varnished surfaces and tear open drawers ...
    and cupboards, haphazardly, in search of loot. Cloths, towels and cheap cutlery are the general order of business, sadly. Elegant copper taps on long, decorative stems droop over a Belfast basin, set in the immaculate wooden counter-top. I wonder about tearing the taps from their fixings. They’re worth a few quid, but not worth taking. Really, I just want to destroy something. Call it the vandal in me, but such obvious wealth encourages my destructive side. I clear my throat, shrugging and stretching out my arms to ease the tension in my muscles. Looking around the room, my mind goes temporarily blank as I try to subdue the violent craving of my limbs. Lifting weights in prison is no substitute for real-time exertion and aggression. My eyes open and I immediately bark out a laugh. ‘ Well that ruins the image, huh?’ I see a subtle cupboard housing the biggest microwave I’ve ever seen, set beneath a large plasma TV. ‘ So much for quaint and rustic. I’ve nicked TV’s smaller than the microwave! Well there’s something I can snatch.’ A stone hearth holds a cast iron range, surrounded by various confusing implements. I can’t help running my hands over the shiny surfaces, turning over the pans and tools. The room is filled with shining metal, but nothing catches my eye. As I scan over the range, I notice the discrete electric hobs on top. ‘ More cheating. Even fire isn’t good enough for some.’ Spinning on the spot, I give the room one last sweep for anything worth taking immediately, ...
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