Worms - Part Five
Theo bought a gun.
It was not difficult. Even in California, which supposedly had the strictest gun laws of any state. He patiently waited out the waiting period, and got an email asking him to come back to the shop with his ID.
It felt powerful in his hand. He bought two cases of bullets, ear and eye protection, and immediately drove to the nearest range. The trigger was hard and warm, and he sent his bullets flying through the human-shaped target, blasting thirty eight holes through its body.
It was the most sexually arousing thing he had felt since before the fire, and by the time he left his penis was painfully erect, pleading to be shot just the way Theo had pulled that trigger.
He purchased a small gun safe that was being advertised at the range and made his way home.
A letter sat on his doorstep. He knew what it would say, and he picked it up and threw it on top of the pile of trash in the corner of his room. It was about the hospital bill.
Time was ticking.