Son of The Slob

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Vera’s son is the product of utter depravity. Harold, the sinister seed left by the man who took everything from her, continues to blossom in nauseating fashion. His features and habits are stomach-churning, vividly familiar, and becoming more disturbing by the day. Determined to coax out the bright side of her child that she sees an occasional glimpse of, Vera strives for normalcy. But will the faint light she’s chasing shine through the darkness, or will she be left cleaning up another gruesome mess? Vera’s son is the result of a life of vileness. The man who took everything from her hasn’t finished planting his evil seed, Harold. His appearance and behaviour are repulsive, all too familiar, and growing increasingly worrisome by the day. Vera is determined to normalise her child’s life so that she can bring out the good qualities she has seen in him or her on rare occasions. Will the glimmer of hope she seeks emerge, or will she be left to mop up another bloodbath? About The Author Aron Beauregard I don’t wanna describe the “horrendous torture” that Vera experienced at the hands of the Slob in great detail because I feel like I’m gonna throw up if I do. I didn't think it would be possible, but Aron Beauregard's Son of the Slob is more SPLATTERPUNK than The Slob.😜

Aron Beauregard has written an excellent sequel to The Slob. I highly recommend it to splatterpunk readers.No matter what he did, bad things happened to him. He tried his hand (and failed) at music, filmmaking, and heavy drug usage before returning to what he does best: penning gory, strange, and scary content that often explores the dark side of humanity. He’s been idling for decades, but now he’s starting to publish (to the delight of some disturbed perverts). A highly original, thrilling piece of splatterpunk theatre with it's cleverly constructed, fast flowing narrative that just oozed in brilliance whilst also containing a fine array of wonderfully nefarious supporting cast of creepy characters that just leaves you wanting more and more and more. THE SLOB opens with a kidnapped woman suffering trauma so we know, upfront, what we’re getting into. I, as well as a lot of you in here, I'm sure, don't really wince at horror anymore. There's nothing that makes me truly disturbed in horror beyond my distaste of foot and finger injuries, and when the animal in a horror meets their demise, but Beauregard managed to keep me wincing throughout the second half of this book. Specifically, the part wherein the protagonist refuses to eat, so The Slob ties her up to a bed, rapes her with the meat, forces her to eat it, kills her unborn child, and makes her eat that for dessert. I, wholeheartedly, don't think I could ever forget this scene as the detail it was described with made me feel as though I was a third party to the room it was happening in. Outside of that, the last, oh, say 20%-10% of this book was really disappointing as I felt it was extremely rushed in explaining things I felt the reader didn't really care about, all in the name of "no loose ends". After thoroughly enjoying Aron's 'The Slob,' but being slightly unsure and sceptical regarding the title and continuation of the sequel 'Son of The Slob,' I went into this read feeling a certain amount of trepidation, being very uncertain about what to expect as wanting to avoid any watering down of the wonderful original with perhaps a ridiculous, second-rate storyline that didn't give the first book of the series the justice it deserved. However, I am delighted to report that, from the very outset, these concerns were proven to be totally unfounded. What a first-rate treat, totally awesome...and I genuinely, genuinely absolutely 'LOVED IT!!'

Vera is not sharing her bed with her husband Daniel anymore. In fact, they rarely even talk, even though they still live in the same house. He can’t get over the trauma of having lost his own unborn child because of the disgusting deeds The Slob did to his wife. And he can’t forgive Vera for keeping the son of The Slob. For anyone who doesn't understand why I can love one extreme story and hate the next, let me tell you something about myself: The Slob by Aron Beauregard brings forth an unpleasant reality of intimate violation and torment. The reader should be aware physical violence and horrendous acts of defilement is a common thread throughout this splatterpunk novella.

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In my review, I mentioned that it will be the story which sets the bar for extreme stories from then on.