Death Fucking Wish by Marcin Piotrowski & Patryk Bogusz

Death F*cking wish

"I made the law. Kind of like Judge Dredd, except he didn't know the power of crack." "I couldn't, all because I was looking at her face. She opened her mouth and it wasn't sexy. I felt like I was fucking that guy from a Munch painting. This is probably the only painting I know. I've never been a fan of painting. I heard about it through one of the horror movies. The murderer had a mask modeled on the painting. Anyway, all horror movies are. People pay to see corpses." "He tried to scream, but again the barrel moved several millimeters deeper into his throat. […] He tried to grit his teeth on the weapon, but they broke on the hard surface. I guess you like deep penetration? The officer used his full body weight to push the gun as far as he could." Do you love extreme horror created by Polish writers? If so, you'd better buckle up as you prepare to fly into unknown dimensions of brutality and perverse hedonism. Extreme brothers, Patryk Bogusz and Marcin Piotrowski, whom you probably know from a number of stronger projects, joined forces, giving us "Death F*ucking wish". The presented novel is another collaboration of authors whose styles you could get to know in the publications: "Suck the Devil" and "Filthy fingers" by Bogusz, as well as "Lights, camera", "That woman is completely naked", "Three wishes", "Lights, camera.. 2" Piotrowskiego. I recommend "Brothers in hardcore" written together with Tomek Czarny. "Death f*cking wish" is a novel orbiting around the themes of mythical police brutality, unbridled fast life in the big city and power that reaches much further than the police badge. The main character, 40-year-old Victor, significantly modified the police motto "protect and serve", adapting it to his needs and current values. The protagonist is a cynic, a hypocrite hiding behind his official ID and a distorted individual, and yet I guarantee you that you will follow his colorful experiences and the peripheries of life in the big city with interest. While creating Viktor's story, the gentlemen combined the greatest strengths of their solo stories, complementing each other in many fields. Of course, I don't know where the boundary of sharing the text while writing is, but in individual fragments you can feel their individual styles, specific humor and, finally, personal beliefs, with which they embellished the character of Viktor. While reading, you can feel this natural chemistry between the authors and all the fun they felt while writing the novel. You will not find here cold calculations in order to earn money or hitchhike in case of someone's indignation, but an even extreme steamroller that rides evenly over the psyche of each reader. Delving into the dirty world of Viktor, you will open your eyes to all kinds of deviations, torture, brutal rapes and kilograms of crack cocaine, in unprecedented quantities. This is a book to be drawn in at once, but the strength of this novel is not its volume, but the amount of extreme that it emanates at every turn. Those of you who have had the pleasure of reading other publications of the authors will get another dose of great entertainment for the evening, while the rest will get the opportunity to discover the quality of the extreme from the Vistula.