Wild One
By Brett Dworski
THEY ENTERED THE OPEN-BRICK CONDO EAGER TO RIP EACH OTHER’S CLOTHES OFF. Maria rubbed the front of Eric’s kakis, while he slid his fingers up her red bubble skirt. He tore her white blouse and sucked from her shoulders down to her fingertips. Maria unbelted Eric’s pants and chucked the leather across the room.
“This is way more fun than my last date,” Eric said, breathing heavily. He stunk of cheap tequila.
Maria put her finger over his mouth.
“Shhhh,” she whispered, running her fingers through his sandy ’do.
Her eyes were a stunning hazel, and her red lipstick complimented her deep curves and amber skin. Her long, curly black hair expelled a citrusy aroma that fattened the bulge in Eric’s pants.
They sauntered toward the spiral staircase and eventually stood on the gray polyester carpet in Maria’s bedroom. The square-shaped room was huge — and strangely sinister. A surfeit of human heads, ranging from young boys and girls to elder men and women, hung on the walls. Their eyes bulged and their mouths were propped open. Their necks were ravaged as if they’d been attacked by a beast. Some were missing teeth, while others had dried blood on their faces in the shape of claw marks.
“I know you said you worked on movie sets, but shit, this is extreme,” he said.
She handed him a shot of El Tesoro Anejo — his favorite tequila — and any apprehension subsided as he gulped the brawny alcohol.
Maria pushed Eric with onto her king-sized bed. She strolled to the side of the bed and reveled fuzzy pink handcuffs and a red mouth gag from underneath the mattress.
“Holy mother of Frankenstein,” Eric said. “Let’s do this.”
She cuffed his hands to the headboard, shoved the gag into his mouth and yanked off his pants and undergarments with one tug. He whimpered like a teenage schoolboy when she stroked his penis. He howled during fellatio.
But pain quickly trumped pleasure as Maria upped the pace. She began sucking and squeezing with force, eventually tugging on Eric’s genitals.
His eyes widened and he flailed his arms and legs for Maria to stop. She didn’t.
Blood sprayed at her face when she bit the head off, and the remains of Eric’s penis collapsed onto his bare stomach. He saw his urethra and epididymis through the ravished hole that used to be where he pissed out of. Blood darker than he’d ever seen poured onto his belly.
Eric bounced like a jackhammer and sobbed uncontrollably and turned as red as the lipstick he so desperately desired mere minutes ago. Veins pulsated from his neck and forehead and his yawp sounded like someone yelling into their pillow: horrifically silent.
Maria jumped on top of him. She grabbed his sides like a stack of books and crushed his ribs with a single squeeze, cracking them like tree trucks splitting amid a hurricane. She gazed at Eric’s neck, and then she dove into it, gnawing at his white flesh like a starving animal. His carotid artery burst and the blood poured on. She didn’t stop until his head ripped from his neck.
Silence.
Maria sat up and smirked a hellish grin. The blood on her mouth spread across her cheeks and her fangs shone bright in the dimly lit room. She uncuffed the limp body and pushed it to the floor. She grabbed the half penis lying beside her, stripped naked, and pleasured herself with the lacerated phallus.
“Cut!”
A gray-haired man wearing a blue button down and blue jeans appeared and bent down to the floor.
“Love your fear, Dale. Way to highlight the veins in your neck — really looks like you’re about to die. Keep it up.”
He stood up.
“Tiffany, I need more thrusting when you masturbate. I need more moaning. I need more loving! Love the dick you just massacred! You’re a freaking animal for God’s sake!”
The three of them walked off the set. Dale and Tiffany approached the lunch buffet, still covered in theatrical blood. They took plates of food and sat down. Dale turned to her.
“Just so you know… I thought you thrusted amazingly.”
“Aww, thanks.”
She sipped the straw from her can of cola.
“So… uh… want to, like, hang out later?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“No.”