An Act of Absolute Degradation [Rejected Creepypasta]
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El Chacal
FAKKU Writer
This is a little something I wrote a while ago that the admins of Creepypasta.com deemed too graphic for their website. I guess I did go a little overboard, but I still quite like it. Since it's Valentine's Day today, I felt it was appropriate that I post the least Valentiny thing possible.
Back when I was kid, I used to go to this old theater where they played weird foreign films that nobody wanted to watch. Some of these films were so bizarre that I’d often be the only person left by the time the end credits rolled. It felt like a weird badge of honor to be the last one standing on those washed-out seats, but to be honest, I just went there because the tickets were cheap and because every once in a while, you got to see some nudity.
Obviously, nowadays you can just go to the Internet for that sort of thing, but back then you had to take advantage of every opportunity you got to see a decent pair of tits. There was this one film though, that was so graphic and disturbing it actually got confiscated by the cops.
The theater was run by this old Hungarian man who could barely string two words of English together. The only help he got was from his fifteen-year-old grandniece who was missing two fingers on her left hand. She worked as the theater’s projectionist and they only played one film at a time. They didn’t put up any posters nor had any information regarding the films they showed; all you had to go on was the title. This one didn’t even have that.
I watched it with my best friend at the time, Marco, who got up midway to puke and vowed to never watch a film with me again. As usual, I stayed until the bitter end, but to be frank, I wish I hadn’t.
Now, before you read any further, I should probably warn you that this is one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen and you’re probably better off not knowing it exists. If you still wish to keep reading, that’s on you. No one forced you to do it. You chose to read this. Remember that.
Unlike most films featured in this theater, this one actually had a cohesive plot and a narrative structure: it was about a dinner party at this really fancy mansion where everyone wore animal masks. It starts off with the arrival of one of the main guests, an elegant woman in a tight red dress with an ultra-realistic cat mask covering her face. The camera follows her as she makes her way through the mansion. The whole place is luxurious, giving off the impression that everything was either bathed in gold or made of diamonds. Oddly, it looks completely empty at first, with doors opening by themselves as if by magic. It’s only when our protagonist arrives at the dinner room that you get to see that there’s actually more people there, all wearing different animal masks that completely cover their faces.
Everyone is standing up, waiting for her to take her place. She languidly takes a seat next to a tall man wearing a lion mask and a morbidly obese woman wearing a really sinister cow mask. They all sit down at the exact same time, perfectly in sync, without saying a single word. After that, it cuts to a wide shot of the room and they all start ritualistically chanting in a language I had never heard before, nor have ever heard since. The whole thing feels like one of those prayers religious people say before a meal, except for the fact that it’s unusually long and chillingly unsettling. As the chanting goes on, you get a shot of every other person in the room. There’s a man wearing a dog mask, a man with a crocodile mask, a woman with a snake mask, another with a vulture mask; pretty much every animal you can think of is represented in that room. And the masks are all very detailed and realistic. As if they used real animals to make them.
Once they’re finished with the chanting, a guy wearing a jackal mask busts into the room dragging this gorgeous blonde by the hair. Her clothes are all in tatters and she has two huge bloody gashes on her back, as if something had been recently ripped off from there. I guess they were trying to imply that she was an angel. The jackal throws her on to the table and the male guests proceed to rip the rest of her clothes off. Once she’s completely naked, they pull their pants down and take turns raping her. She screams her lungs out, but that doesn’t bother them in the slightest. The whole thing is pretty awful and explicit; 100% pornographic in nature and yet not arousing at all. Once the men are done, it’s the women’s turn and you’d think they wouldn’t be able to do worse than the men, but you’d be wrong. While the others hold her down, the lady with the cat mask picks up a pair of gold pliers and starts unceremoniously removing the angel’s teeth one by one. After she’s done, she commands the angel to open her mouth and starts violently fisting her throat. This is the part where Marco left.
The fisting goes on for a while and eventually the other women start doing the same to the angel’s vagina and anus. Bear in mind that I was seventeen at the time and I didn’t even know what fisting was up until that point. There was nothing fake about it either; it was all happening without the use of any prosthetics, which made it all the more disturbing. I was completely sickened by the whole thing, and yet I couldn’t turn my eyes away. I had heard of snuff films before, but had never actually watched one. At some point the angel goes unconscious and a man with a bird mask pulls out a syringe from his breast pocket and injects her with a yellowish liquid to wake her up. Once she regains consciousness, they start ripping her legs and arms apart with tremendous force, eating them right in front of her.
They eat her limb by limb until only her head remains, but what’s really disturbing is that they never take off their masks. It’s as if the masks come to life and they’re actually part of their bodies. It’s completely unreal. The film ends with the arrival of the dinner’s host, a voluptuous, dark skinned woman with long black hair and a pair of massive falcon-like wings protruding from her back. She lift’s the angel’s head in the air with a triumphant grin on her face and the film fades to black. No title. No end credits. No explanation.
I remember walking out of that theater in a dazed and zombified state. Marco was waiting for me outside, smoking a cigarette. The only words we exchanged for the rest of that day where:
“What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know, man. I don’t know.”
Two days later, the cops raided the place and arrested the old man. He was released the next day, but the film’s reel was confiscated. It was a big scandal at the time; the local press went batshit over it. When they found out, my parents actually forbid me from going there ever again, and frankly I didn’t really want to either. As a matter of fact, it took me a full ten years to even walk up the road where that old theater used to be. It’s an industrial parking lot now.
They say the old man went back to Hungary shortly after that, but his grandniece stayed to finish her studies. I reached out to her recently and to my surprise she actually wrote back. We exchanged a couple of messages, mostly just trivial chatter about the good old days. It took me a while to muster up the courage to ask her about the film. She replied with a single link to a shady website dedicated to Egyptian mythology and folklore. I was a bit confused at first, but then she told me to check out an article in the rituals section called “The Feast of Nepththys.” The following is a direct quote from the article:
An Act of Absolute Degradation
Back when I was kid, I used to go to this old theater where they played weird foreign films that nobody wanted to watch. Some of these films were so bizarre that I’d often be the only person left by the time the end credits rolled. It felt like a weird badge of honor to be the last one standing on those washed-out seats, but to be honest, I just went there because the tickets were cheap and because every once in a while, you got to see some nudity.
Obviously, nowadays you can just go to the Internet for that sort of thing, but back then you had to take advantage of every opportunity you got to see a decent pair of tits. There was this one film though, that was so graphic and disturbing it actually got confiscated by the cops.
The theater was run by this old Hungarian man who could barely string two words of English together. The only help he got was from his fifteen-year-old grandniece who was missing two fingers on her left hand. She worked as the theater’s projectionist and they only played one film at a time. They didn’t put up any posters nor had any information regarding the films they showed; all you had to go on was the title. This one didn’t even have that.
I watched it with my best friend at the time, Marco, who got up midway to puke and vowed to never watch a film with me again. As usual, I stayed until the bitter end, but to be frank, I wish I hadn’t.
Now, before you read any further, I should probably warn you that this is one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen and you’re probably better off not knowing it exists. If you still wish to keep reading, that’s on you. No one forced you to do it. You chose to read this. Remember that.
Unlike most films featured in this theater, this one actually had a cohesive plot and a narrative structure: it was about a dinner party at this really fancy mansion where everyone wore animal masks. It starts off with the arrival of one of the main guests, an elegant woman in a tight red dress with an ultra-realistic cat mask covering her face. The camera follows her as she makes her way through the mansion. The whole place is luxurious, giving off the impression that everything was either bathed in gold or made of diamonds. Oddly, it looks completely empty at first, with doors opening by themselves as if by magic. It’s only when our protagonist arrives at the dinner room that you get to see that there’s actually more people there, all wearing different animal masks that completely cover their faces.
Everyone is standing up, waiting for her to take her place. She languidly takes a seat next to a tall man wearing a lion mask and a morbidly obese woman wearing a really sinister cow mask. They all sit down at the exact same time, perfectly in sync, without saying a single word. After that, it cuts to a wide shot of the room and they all start ritualistically chanting in a language I had never heard before, nor have ever heard since. The whole thing feels like one of those prayers religious people say before a meal, except for the fact that it’s unusually long and chillingly unsettling. As the chanting goes on, you get a shot of every other person in the room. There’s a man wearing a dog mask, a man with a crocodile mask, a woman with a snake mask, another with a vulture mask; pretty much every animal you can think of is represented in that room. And the masks are all very detailed and realistic. As if they used real animals to make them.
Once they’re finished with the chanting, a guy wearing a jackal mask busts into the room dragging this gorgeous blonde by the hair. Her clothes are all in tatters and she has two huge bloody gashes on her back, as if something had been recently ripped off from there. I guess they were trying to imply that she was an angel. The jackal throws her on to the table and the male guests proceed to rip the rest of her clothes off. Once she’s completely naked, they pull their pants down and take turns raping her. She screams her lungs out, but that doesn’t bother them in the slightest. The whole thing is pretty awful and explicit; 100% pornographic in nature and yet not arousing at all. Once the men are done, it’s the women’s turn and you’d think they wouldn’t be able to do worse than the men, but you’d be wrong. While the others hold her down, the lady with the cat mask picks up a pair of gold pliers and starts unceremoniously removing the angel’s teeth one by one. After she’s done, she commands the angel to open her mouth and starts violently fisting her throat. This is the part where Marco left.
The fisting goes on for a while and eventually the other women start doing the same to the angel’s vagina and anus. Bear in mind that I was seventeen at the time and I didn’t even know what fisting was up until that point. There was nothing fake about it either; it was all happening without the use of any prosthetics, which made it all the more disturbing. I was completely sickened by the whole thing, and yet I couldn’t turn my eyes away. I had heard of snuff films before, but had never actually watched one. At some point the angel goes unconscious and a man with a bird mask pulls out a syringe from his breast pocket and injects her with a yellowish liquid to wake her up. Once she regains consciousness, they start ripping her legs and arms apart with tremendous force, eating them right in front of her.
They eat her limb by limb until only her head remains, but what’s really disturbing is that they never take off their masks. It’s as if the masks come to life and they’re actually part of their bodies. It’s completely unreal. The film ends with the arrival of the dinner’s host, a voluptuous, dark skinned woman with long black hair and a pair of massive falcon-like wings protruding from her back. She lift’s the angel’s head in the air with a triumphant grin on her face and the film fades to black. No title. No end credits. No explanation.
I remember walking out of that theater in a dazed and zombified state. Marco was waiting for me outside, smoking a cigarette. The only words we exchanged for the rest of that day where:
“What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know, man. I don’t know.”
Two days later, the cops raided the place and arrested the old man. He was released the next day, but the film’s reel was confiscated. It was a big scandal at the time; the local press went batshit over it. When they found out, my parents actually forbid me from going there ever again, and frankly I didn’t really want to either. As a matter of fact, it took me a full ten years to even walk up the road where that old theater used to be. It’s an industrial parking lot now.
They say the old man went back to Hungary shortly after that, but his grandniece stayed to finish her studies. I reached out to her recently and to my surprise she actually wrote back. We exchanged a couple of messages, mostly just trivial chatter about the good old days. It took me a while to muster up the courage to ask her about the film. She replied with a single link to a shady website dedicated to Egyptian mythology and folklore. I was a bit confused at first, but then she told me to check out an article in the rituals section called “The Feast of Nepththys.” The following is a direct quote from the article:
“It is not unheard of for gods to eat other gods. Any good student of mythology knows this. Much like our ancestors did with the Neanderthals, hunting and devouring them to the point of extinction, so did many gods with their lesser counterparts. One can find examples of this in countless religions. What is truly unique about the Feast of Nepththys however, is that it involves a different kind of divine cannibalism; one that goes beyond the boundaries of a single belief system. The ancient Egyptians believed that in order to maintain their power over humanity, the Great Gods had to consume the deities of other religions and cults. This wasn’t as simple as just overpowering them and then feasting upon their flesh. They believed that in order to truly strip divine beings from their power, one must first thoroughly humiliate them. They believed that only through an act of absolute degradation can a god’s right to be worshipped be revoked.”