The Whorehouse That Jack Built by Kevin Sweeney
WARNING EXTREME HORROR
It was a whorehouse, but not one open to just anyone. To get there you had to be dying or insane. The services offered were all offered for the same price, which was everything you had. There were paths there that only those who had crossed the border into the Undiscovered Country could find, if they knew the landmarks to follow, the signs to watch for.
Clem followed and watched and two days ago his mule had done died of exhaustion and it was just him and Lady keepin’ on who knew how and finally they came to a dead town with no name at twilight and a whorehouse with a sign above the door that Clem could not read:
A SOILED DOVE IN A CAGE
PUTS ALL HEAVEN IN A RAGE
A whorehouse run by demons. A whorehouse that offered the greatest pleasures a man could ever want... in exchange for everything he had.
Am I gonna do this? Am I really gonna...
The cancer in his belly twisted spikes through his impacted bowels and in front of him lay Lady, a sacrifice.
And Clem pushed that door open and stepped across the threshold.