Chapter 6 - Delilah #2
“Oof, that’s a hard one to follow, Rudy.
” I laughed, the two of us giggling as we drank our beers.
“Okay, let’s see. My turn.” I straightened my posture, prepping for my dramatic speech.
“My name’s Delilah, I’m an unemployed local who tried to swim away, but life pulled me right back.
I’m currently flopping around like a fish out of water, and the only thing even closely related to a relationship I’ve had in years has been random hook ups on the beach. ”
Rudy’s brow lifted, his eyes staring at me. “You serious?”
I nodded, my hair waving around my bare arms. “Dead ass.”
“Shit. You win, Delilah.” We clinked our beer bottles together, giggling at the sadness of our lives.
As he took a sip of beer, he noticed the bite mark on my stomach, nearly spitting his drink out.
“Holy shi—I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be vulgar, but…
is that a shark bite?” he asked, pointing to my torso.
I glanced down, completely forgetting that it even existed. “Oh, yeah.”
“Forgive me for asking, but how the hell do you get that?” I stopped, remembering the night it happened, the night Reef and I met out in the ocean. I could feel a sense of sadness and longing overtake me as my smile faded. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
“No, you’re good.” I grabbed my beer, chugging it straight as Rudy watched, impressed.
I slammed the empty glass bottle down, turning to face him.
“You want to get out of here?” He glanced behind him, his face shocked when he turned back to face me, silently mouthing the word ‘me’ while pointing to himself.
“Yes, you,” I giggled, buzzed and depressed all at once.
“Oh sh–yes. Yes, please.” He hopped from the barstool, helping me to my feet when I swerved, my rollerblades slipping along the wooden floor. “Should you take those off, or are you good?” he asked, helping me to the door.
“I’ll take them off when we get outside.”
Rudy and I snuck into an alley behind the bar, making out against the brick wall of a nearby building.
I kicked my rollerblades aside, wrapping my legs around him as he held me against the wall.
I was buzzed, my skin on fire, begging to be touched as I arched my back and hoped his hands would feel half as good as Reef’s.
Unfortunately, Rudy’s hands were rough and dry, fumbling along my breasts, failing to give me the same satisfaction.
His kindness made up for what he lacked in sexual pleasure, though I could feel myself slipping back into my old routine, wishing for the moment to be over already.
“Here.” I brushed my hair aside. “Bite me.” He stopped, staring at my exposed neck.
“W-what?” I could tell he was more vanilla than I anticipated.
“Bite me. You know, with your teeth.” I chomped my mouth together, mimicking what I wanted him to do.
Rudy chuckled, his smile immediately fading as he watched my face. “Oh, wait. Y-you’re serious? I’m sorry, but I’m not really into all that stuff.”
I sighed, dropping my legs. “Alright then.” I looked him over, smiling as I snatched his cowboy hat and placed it on my head. “Why don’t you sit back and let me ride you like a proper cowgirl?”
Rudy’s face began to blush. “Yeah. I’m not sure this is going to work out.” He sighed, extending his hand. “Why don’t you just give me the hat back and we’ll call it a day, okay?”
“Seriously?” I dropped the innocent ‘fuck me’ act.
“Give me my hat back, Delilah,” Rudy snapped.
I raised a brow, retrieving my butterfly knife from my back pocket, whirling it around in my hand. “Why don’t you come get it then, tough guy?”
Rudy blinked. “I’m sorry, are you resorting to violence ‘cause I turned down your sexual advances?”
I laughed at his question. “God, you know, you men really are all the same! You stomp around, harassing women, sexualizing us, demanding that we fuck you when and where you want, and the second we do exactly that, you freak out! What’s wrong with being sexually driven, huh? What’s wrong with me, Rudy?”
He began to pace, nervous and sweating. “Look, it sounds like you have some deeply rooted things to sort out, and I don’t want any trouble. You’re just coming off very strong, and it's making me feel a bit uncomfortable—”
“You’re uncomfortable?” I scoffed. “The minute I skated into that bar, I could feel your eyes on me as they felt up my body,” I growled, pointing my knife at him.
“Just put down the fucking knife!” he yelled, the vein in his forehead bulging as his face reddened.
“There he is,” I hissed.
“You know.” He sniffed. “You’re fucking crazy.” He laughed uncomfortably.
“You’re the one who approached me and tried to lure me in. Who’s really the crazy one here?” I asked in a baby voice.
Rudy tried to snatch the butterfly knife from my hand, missing as I sliced his palm. The smell of fresh blood seeped into my nostrils as I became excited by its presence. “Give me the knife!” he grunted, lunging a second time, missing again.
“Too slow,” I sang, taunting him.
Rudy turned, fuming as he ran at me, slapping the knife from my grasp.
He grabbed my wrists and slammed my back into the brick wall, the cowboy hat falling to the ground as he pressed his forearm into my throat.
“You know what, maybe you just need that crazy spirit of yours broken.” He released my wrists, reaching down as he unbuckled his belt.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice strained beneath the pressure of his arm.
“Exactly what you were just begging me to do.” I began to squirm, desperately trying to break free of him. I didn’t want him anymore, and I sure as hell didn’t want his dick in me. “Stop moving!” he demanded.
“Go fuck yourself.” I kneed his balls hard as he cried out in pain, releasing me.
Rudy fell to his knees, his flaccid cock dangling from his jeans as he turned to meet the wheels of my roller blades.
The sound of his nose cracking filled my ears as his body slumped over.
Rage consumed me as I flipped him onto his back, straddling his motionless body, ferociously ramming the wheels of my skates into his face, listening to squelching sounds of his flesh as his bones crumbled beneath my anger.
Blood splattered my face, its warmth causing me to overheat as I screamed, raising my arms over and over again, pounding the wheels deeper until his face was nothing more than a pile of mush on the road.
“Fuck you!” I spat, dropping my skates. My arms trembled, my breathing shaky with adrenaline and horror.
I glanced around, my crime thankfully tucked away from prying eyes, unnoticed. I caught the metallic reflection of the sun radiating from my knife nearby. There you are.
I leaned over Rudy’s lifeless body, gripping the blade in my hand as I stared down at his sad excuse for a penis.
You’re no man. I grabbed the limp shaft, pulling it as my knife began to cut into his flesh, sawing the useless, fleshy appendage from his corpse, blood pooling around us on the pavement.
I held Rudy’s measly dick in my hand, staring at it, when something barked from behind, startling me. I turned, noticing a gangly stray dog sniffing the blood-soaked air as it licked its lips.
“Are you hungry?” I asked in a sweet, innocent voice.
The dog whined, hesitating to approach me as it stared back at me.
“You poor thing, I bet you’re starving, aren’t you?
” The stray whimpered, staring at the penis my hand.
I glanced down, a striking idea sparking.
“You want this?” The dog barked with a ravenous hunger.
“Here.” I tossed the dick in its direction, the fleshy lump squishing as it hit the pavement and rolled.
The stray inched toward the appendage, wearisome but desperate to eat.
“It’s okay, it can’t hurt you. Not anymore.
” The dog rushed to Rudy’s penis as he began to lick it the blood, tasting Rudy’s flesh.
“That’s a good boy,” I cooed. I sat there, admiring the stray as it ate the penis, leaving nothing behind, the worthless pound of meat satisfying its hunger.
I glanced back at Rudy’s unrecognizable face, realizing I needed to find a new place to leave my mark. I retrieved my lipstick, freshening my lips before reluctantly raising his hand to my mouth, lingering a moment to ensure absolute perfection.
“There.” I admired my work, placing his hand sweetly atop his chest. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.
” I stood, snatching Rudy’s cowboy hat and placing it back on my head.
“I need to find a real man. One who doesn’t need to force me and has a much nicer cock than you.
” I grabbed my skates and knife, my buzz completely gone, and skipped from the alley towards the beach.
I continued, humming to myself, kicking at the warm sand when I noticed him.
I stopped, unsure if what I saw was real or if my mind really had gone crazy.
Reef turned, looking in my direction. “Did you miss me, Barracuda?” His grin melted me, dissolving my sadness and raising my spirits. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
I walked to his side, dropping my skates as I sat down next to him in the sand dunes. The two of us sat there, quietly watching the ocean as the sun beamed overhead. “Is that blood I smell?” he asked, still focused on the water.
“Yeah.” I sighed. “I just killed a guy.” Reef snapped his head towards me. “I also cut off his dick and fed it to a stray dog. But don’t worry, he was an asshole,” I teased. I knew he’d never believe me, and somehow, I felt oddly comfortable enough to just blurt the truth out to him.
“I guess that’s one way to make the world a safer place.” His eyes returned to the water. “I knew there was something dangerous about you.”