Kevin
“You know I don’t drink beer,” I smiled slyly. “Would there be something else for me to do? That might just sound like a plan.”
He stepped closer, mumbling about what a good choice I had made, and I tilted my head to the side, innocently exposing my vein. My senses slightly aroused by the scent of man drifting off of him, I was keenly aware of the growing crowd gathering around them. Nodding politely to a man who had been begging for Kevin’s attention, I sat back and drunk him in as the people floated around.
Hair dreaded into snakes, slithering about with each thunder of his step, the geeky black glasses took away from the blood stringing off his fangs. Rainbowed skin at first glance revealed flaming pentagrams and severed heads, tattooed gruesome love. The black leather he wore to cover his skin almost seemed more natural than the vivid splashes of colors, as he lurked in the shadows more than Quasimodo, only wanting to be seen when he had full attention of either his audience or a victim.
Dagger-like nails that very well may have been sharpened by an electric grinder were worse than the talons of a falcon, for once he had you in his grip, he’d soar you off to incredible heights, only to feast on you for dinner. The strength of an angered oxen would not compare to his fury while on the prowl, as he would stalk you like a jaguar, then purr like a kitten while licking excess blood off his skin. Quietly calculating, tornadoing a victim was his pleasure.
Patting for me to be by his side, I felt an invisible leash click onto my neck. People furied past, some leaving as pale as marshmallows from blood loss. ‘Twas a game of introduction, shaking hands, biting either the neck or wrist, letting them dizzy on their way.
No regret, no sorrow, take what you can get. Bite ‘em and leave ‘em. That was the name of his game that I knew from a mile away.
What I had not realized was that I had mildly amused him more than the passing eyecandy he met on a regular basis. I guess it’s not everyday that a girl asks you to videotape her taping a piss, hiding a bunch of piercings and tattoos under her skirt. He found me as somebody to share in his gory, stomach twisting sensations.
Prowling back to his house that first night, taking turns tagging playful attacks along the way. It was such a rush of relief to let the darkest part of me out, but I was nothing in comparison to the world I was about to enter in his layer, an outlandish world I fell instantly in love with.
Parts of carcasses hung from the ceiling, dripping blood that splashed underfoot, gushing into a crimson moat around his living room. Naked slave girls, clad only in random tattoos of dying butterflies, galloped around the house, prancing at each other and living only to serve Kevin’s desires. Upon seeing me, each of them offered me parts from their bodies, and I bit them, from their bosom to their inner thigh and even underneath their ass cheek.
With pride, he showcased his study to me, which was really more like a lab that a midget half my size ran with utter glee. So happy was the tiny man to show me his latest experiments in torture, seeing exactly how many body parts could be cut off before a person would pass out from shock, blood loss or simply death. Heads with severed noses jutted out of vases, more beautiful than the most elegant roses.
Snagging up one of the slave girls, he singed her eyebrows and eyelashes, ripped off her fingernails, causing her to shriek with excitement. “Now, you stay still,” he ordered as he carved out each of her nipples with a hunting knife. The girl mildly wriggled, wanting to seem hardcore, as he traced the knife down her stomach, careful to puncture only the skin and not her entrails.
Looking up at me with delight, the midget reefed the slave girl’s head down into his lap. Piercing the skin above her forehead, he outlined her scalp with the knife, then tugged the mass of her hair off her scalp. Holding up her long red hair, he shoved her shaking body aside, “you might want to cover your head up with something, as you could catch cold.”
Yanking strands of hair apart, he put handfuls of the bloody red hair into the outstretched arms of other slaves girls who had been standing by, idylly watching. “You want one of them to make you some jewelry? I think a necklace would look great on her, so get to work, Bitches!”
When he noticed that his severed experiment was not walking too well, he decided to spare her from suffering. “You ever seen live skull fucking?” After exposing himself by dropping his pants, the midget dug his claws into the bloody mass of where her hair had been, positioning her eye over his cock and fucking her eye socket into her head, then repeating the process on the other side.
Finally, she had begun to whimper. To teach her to be quiet, he grabbed a pair of pliers off the shelf and laid her head in his lap. One by one, he reefed out each of her teeth with a violent twist of the wrist, causing her body to spasm.
“This is where they get fun,” he moaned, bending her naked body over a low shelf. Kicking his pants all the way off this time, he plunged into her asshole, eyes closing as he muttered the pleasure of a convulsing body. “All girls should hope to be this lively in bed.”
“He’s going to be amused with her long after she stops moving,” Kevin snorted. “I think you get the idea of what he’s all about. As sick as you may think he is, he is really quite the crafter, as is evident by my furniture in the next room.”
Grabbing my hand caused me to smile and wave goodbye to the midget who was too busy pounding on the dying slave girl’s ass to notice our slipping out the door. What he called the lounge really took my breath away, as each article of furniture was made of human bones. A plant stand made of human hands, rib cages turned into coffee tables and a chandelier of finger bones intricately intertwined with red candles that dripped like blood when lit and melting.
A few familiar faces from the bar were gathered in there, indeed drinking beer, but Kevin dismissed them by putting on a smut film for their entertainment and tugging me into the bedroom. His bed was consisted of layers upon layers of intricate black and red dyed spider webs, cushioned silky substance. Skulls lined the ceiling, with a huge mirror in the middle, also shaped like a skull.
“You know by me brining you here that you cannot utter a word of this to anyone, and not that I don’t trust you, but I think the best way to ensure that is for you just to stay here with me and say fuck Florida,” Kevin said flatly. “My girls need a motherly figure to look up to, and I don’t find any of them suitable enough to change into someone to hold order. I’ve seen your outlandish ways, how well you play with other girls and the intimacies of your desires, all things that set well with me.”
“What will I get out of this whole deal?” Cocking an eye, I challenged his offer. “What sort of dowry is it that you offer me?”
“I did have one thing in mind, actually. Perhaps it is best that I show you,” he muttered with a smile, standing up. “A visual is really the best way to explain.”
I laid my hand delicately in his, allowing him to guide me past a couple more rooms, one which was filled with animals of various decay that were in the process of taxidermification. Our final destination was a room filled with bodies, mounds and mounds of dead bodies, many of which had all the bones removed. “Killing is such a sport, but I really like to use every part of the body,” he explained.
Motioning to outlines of human flesh drying from hooks on the walls and ceiling, he started, “I’ve been thinking of what to do with all the flesh. As you’ve seen, the bones have been turned into quite lovely furniture, and the hair we use for jewelry; I’m sure the girls will have your necklace finished shortly, by the way. But I’ve been at a loss of what to do with all the skin, and when I saw you, it came to me, clear as day.”
“You could turn it into outfits for people to wear like ‘Silence of the Lambs,’” I offered. “Wasn’t that one Ed dude very fond of dressing in other people’s skin? That just seems logical.”
“Now really, why would I want to dress in other people skin when mine is so beautifully decorated? Sure a coat or two it might make do, but I was proposing something much more classic. I wanted to use it in support of you, in support of your craft…”
“My books? What do you mean? You want to have my books written on flesh?”
“Well, not the whole book,” Kevin thought aloud. “I was thinking just the covers, to bind all your books in human flesh. Wouldn’t that just be a gag?”
“Hmm,” I pondered, “it does have a rather nice ring to it, now that you mention it. And what do you want from me? Just to keep you bitches and random life projects in order?”
“Beat the midget when he needs it and whatnot, yeah.” Kevin grinned. “Besides, if you play your cards right, all this could be yours.” He paused, “if not, you get the midget as a consolation prize.”
“What an offer,” I pushed him down playfully into the mound of dead bodies. Hopping on top of him, we sunk down a few layers into rotting flesh. I tugged at his belt buckle, pulling for his belt to let me into his pants, which it did.
“That’s what I love about you, a girl who can be aroused in a pile of decaying corpses. Say yes, and say you’ll be with me; let me keep you until my time. I will sacrifice life to help you life after death.”
“You want me to be your Black Widow?” My fangs extended, as he solemnly nodded a confirmation. Pulling up my skirt, as my nylons were already crotchless, I plunged his cock inside of me, pushing bodies to the side to allow me entrance to bite his neck. While his blood flowed inside of me, I felt his fangs pluck into my wrist, heightening the sensation to one I could not fathom existing, “yes…”
THE END
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