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loving on the cuttlefish <3
She felt the brick wall against he back, as the three burly, “got-nothing-better-to-do-than-pick-on-people-smaller-than-me” lads advanced on her. She was, beyond terrified, adrenalin crazed, but the cold rage began pooling in her guts; crazy might just get you out of this, she thought, cling to the crazy.
“Ready or not, here we come,” one of them taunted voice sing-song, his eyes burning with sadistic delight. He was actually eager for this.
“For what? Your pleasure or your painful demise?” she shifted her stance slightly, pulling out a battered pack of smokes and lighting one, taking in a long slow lazy drag, sizing up the men in front of her.
The Sadist snorted. “I’ve heard it all before, honey; death threats from women always turn out to be nothing more than a soon-to-heal bite.” he continued to walk closer, almost within arms reach.
“No, i wouldn’t want my mouth anywhere near your flesh; I was thinking more along the lines of a stainless-steel, smooth blade going in just below…oh, just for the heck of it, we’ll say just below your ribcage…” She stepped forward closing the space between them, tracing the spot she was describing with light fingers across his abdomen, bringing him to a halt. “And then I’ll pull it back out with a little twist; watch the blood spill out… and then maybe, for good measure, take the same knife to your Achilles’ tendon, to end any potential athletic career in the unlikely event you don’t die from the gut wound.”
She stepped back from the sadist and glanced to the boy at his right. “You. you don’t really want to be here, do you?”
He stood still, his mind and stomach churning from the grotesque image his mind had come up with from her little tale-spinning his face had gone chalk white.
“Answer me,” she crooned, opening her eyes as wide as they’d go giving him a wild eyed stare. He stumbled back, shaking his head rapidly.
“I thought so. If you leave now, I’ll never breathe a word…ever…to my grave, I pinky swear.”
He turned and ran. The girl smiled to herself took another long drag off her smoke, turning to the boy on the left.
“and why are you here? Cheating on an all too willing girlfriend, I suppose?”
He stared at her, startled. The look on his face clearly said, ‘How the fuck did she know that?’
“I have ways of knowing things you wouldn’t know. I’ll let you leave, too, if you want… leave your friend here for me to chat with.” Her tone was so pleasant, so casual, they might as well be sitting down and having coffee together.
He slowly backed up and vanished from sight in the shadows. The two remaining people stood in silence, facing each other. His face was less eager and more wary, she continued to take drags off her smoke every so often.
The Sadist finally spoke. “What did you do to them? How did you know Jeff has a girlfriend?”
“Women don’t share their secrets.” She spat at his feet, changing from her casual pose to a defensive stubbing out her smoke as she did so.
He recoiled from the spittle. “you’re fucked in the head; so what now? it’s just one on one, you think you’re tough enough? stupid cunt, I’ll enjoy cutting you to pieces.”
Her face could have been cut from stone, wide crazy eyes narrowed into a lethal glare. “so you like to play with knives do you? well earlier that was wordy theatrics for your friends, I find knives conjure up such grotesque images in the mind when imagination wanders don’t you? however, i wouldn’t even bother to use a blade on you, too messy blood’s a bitch to clean. I wouldn’t waste the effort or the money on dry cleaning. I would however take a simple pleasure on breaking everyone of your bones so you could feel every nerve on fire. Takes longer to heal, and is much more satisfying for me.” her voice was cold and steady; no emotions, just reality.
He shuddered, but didn’t move, didn’t back off his offensive stance.
“If you could do that to me I’d be broken already- you’re bluffing you silly bitch.”
“That’s debatable, how do you know? Maybe I just enjoy a good game of cat and mouse when the mouse hasn’t figured out it’s the mouse yet. You don’t know. I hate getting physical, unless I absolutely must. Your friends were spared because their hearts weren’t in it.” She stopped lit another cigarette, and gave him a considering look, “However, I’m really considering leaving you for dead, broken in this alley because I can tell by your eyes this is not your first attack.”
He rolled his eyes.
Her expression got quite soft, and her hand unexpectedly curled around his face.
“I am so sorry.” she said around a mouthful of smoke.
His eyes hardened. “For what?”
She said nothing, hand squeezing a well known pressure point.
His eyes rolled back, and he slid to the ground, all life gone from his limbs.
She stared at him, “nighty night you bastard, it’s more than you deserve. You need to learn to talk less with your prey.”
Then she stubbed her cigarette out on his arm, just a little reminder, she thought as she stepped over his body and walked away.
Some people’s children…