Hand Sanitizer

Written By: Samuel J. Hoppe

          “KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME! Please!” I shouted as the demons sliced away the flesh on my thigh with a dull rusty scalpel. They had already done my left thigh and had moved onto my right. The demon cackled loudly and licked its lips. 

          “Fuck! No… please. Stop!” I groveled when the small impish demon approached with a bottle of hand sanitizer. 

“You fucking bastards! How’d you even get hand sanitizer down here?!” I shouted. 

          “The same way you got it, we stole it.” The impish demon squirted the sanitizer hysterically onto my fresh wound. The anguish was unbearable. Then it reached its hand onto my thigh and furiously rubbed it into the wound while hysterically laughing. 

          The worst part? They do this every day. Wounds slowly heal in this place, only takes a few hours for cuts like these. Then they’re back. Relentless. Never ending. Unforgiving. 

          All this because I stole a bottle of hand sanitizer when I was 20 and down on my luck. Yep. That’s it. They have a video of me walking out of the convenience store that they play every time they come in. They wheel in an old timey tv and put the vcr tape in. If only I knew how much it would cost me. I just wanted to clean my hands from all the blood I was about to shed. The screams from that family I was following would have been so delicious. But that damn drunk driver swerved from the other side of the road head on into my car. Killing me instantly. Left to rot in this hell for all eternity.