Bloody Skulls and Virgin Ears

I heard the creak of the merry-go-round behind me. The weather outside was cloudy and it looked like rain. I sat all alone in the park.

I heard my brother’s voice call to me from across the street. “Antonia, dinner!”

“I’ll be right there, Clyde,” I yelled back. But I waited around for a few more minutes.

Finally, I stood up from the swing and began walking to my own house. But someone grabbed my shoulders from behind. He couldn’t reach my neck, so he grabbed the closest body part possible. I jerked my leg to the right, turning my body. I kicked into my predator’s hip with as much force as I had in my frail body. But he was too smart for that, he kicked the bend of my knee and I toppled backwards. As I fell, my hand pushed into the man’s chest. The feeling of flesh was beneath my hand. I began to think that this person, whom I had thought to be a man, was actually a woman. Taking a good look at the figure before me as I fell, I noted that it, indeed, was a female. She was clothed all in black and her attire fit tightly to her body. I fell into her arms and I felt her strong grip about me again.

Trying to steady myself, I attempted to push her away. But her force was too strong and I had no choice but to comply. She held my hands behind my back and shoved me forward. I was being kidnapped. “Antonia won’t be coming home tonight, Clyde,” the woman spoke as we passed by my house. “She’s coming home with me.” Her voice was vicious and it frightened me. I began to whimper, too scared to speak.

When I finally found my voice, we were halfway down the block. And even then, my voice was weak. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Oh, we are going to play, of course. And then we shall have a feast.” She gave a laugh. Her laugh was sadistically twisted. I couldn’t be sure which I hated more, her voice or her laughter. But I had no time to think it out. I was too terrified at what was happening. And something told me that I didn’t want to know what she meant. I gave another cry.

When we finally reached our destination, we stepped through and she locked the door. The bolt was too high for me to reach. She pushed me up the stairs and into the first room to the right. The room was bare save for a bed. She pulled at my clothing and I began to fight her. Somewhere in the struggle, a blade was drawn and my arm that moved to punch her was rived with pain. The knife was thrust in between the bones in my forearm. My cries of pain echoes through my own ears and I stood, unable to move. Without a word, my captor looked at me with an air of penalty and bloodlust.

She pushed me closer to the bed and began again to tear at my garments. In frustration of the thick cotton, she took her blade to my white shirt. But it wasn’t solely cotton that she cut into. I felt her knife poke into my abdomen. The blood began to trickle slightly. My skirt wasn’t as difficult. I was too afraid to kick her this time.

Lying on my back, I stared at her with frightened eyes. She came up on me, licking the blood off my stomach, dragging her tongue across up to my breasts and down my arm. My whole body tightened. She began sucking on my arm, not letting a drop of blood leave her mouth. When she was through, she ran a manicured hand down my body. I could feel her fingernails just dying to dig into my skin. But instead, she crawled further toward me, pressing her body up against my own.

“You look so pretty, Antonia. Has anybody ever told you that?” I only whimpered in reply. Being a virgin, I had never had anyone rub their body up against my own, especially not another woman. “I’ve been watching you lately. Such a pretty young woman.” She felt my breast in her hand, her skin dark against my own. But this time I felt her nails digging deep. I gave another cry and tried to, with my hands, wrench myself away from her grasp. But my bitten nails were nothing to hers. Filed sharp, her nails cut into my skin and she began to suck my breast of its blood.

The tears that had already fallen were followed by more. I would never get out of this. She was slowly killing me. I expected her to bite into my breast, but when it didn’t happen, I felt relieved. As an alternative, she pulled her tongue down my body again, this time going in the opposite direction as before. She stopped near my ovaries as she got an idea. Taking her knife, she lightly marked an X. I winced in pain. And again she began to lick the blood she had created.

When the blood was gone, she once again crawled upon me. This time, she pressed her lips to mine and her tongue force its way inside my mouth. Never been kissed, now kissed by a woman. I tried to push her away but she only pressed my arms down and put all her weight upon them, pushing the kiss harder as she did so. My eyes began to produce water once more. And again, it fell.

After what seemed an eternity, she broke the kiss, biting down with force upon my bottom lip. But in this instance, blood did not run. She arose from the bed, picking me up as well. She carried me down the stairs, her nails scratching at my back. My captor set me down in a chair at the dining table. She had said there was a feast after all. As she turned away to pull something from the fridge, I got up from the chair. Hearing my movements, she turned around and flashed her knife again. I slowly sat back down in the chair, awaiting my meal.

She brought to me a container of what looked like cottage cheese. A spoon in hand, she began to dish some out. The spoon was held up to my mouth but I would not open it. She pushed my cheeks together so hard my lips opened without my control. The spoon was shoved inside. I refused to swallow. The woman seemed to notice this and she shoveled more inside. My mouth kept filling up, even after I thought it couldn’t hold anymore. I refused to taste it. But the vile substance that filled my mouth was eventually shoved down my throat so that room was made for more.

After what seemed like hours, my stomach was full and I felt like I was going to explode. But still she kept on. I gagged and I vomited and still she was ready to feed me more. More and more and more. The more she fed me, the more I threw it back up at her. When the container was finally empty, she had to get up for more. Before she could, I threw the table on top of her and ran for the door. I went around the longer way so as not to collide with her. I pulled a coffee table to the frame and used it as leverage to get to the bolt. The glass table in front of the entrance to the kitchen, she crawled over to me. she sliced her knife into my leg, carving a line down the side. After I had it unlatched, I tipped up the coffee table, the glass hitting her in the head. He blade slipped from her fingers and slid on the floor, under the coffee table at my feet. I picked it up and I ran out into the cold rain, leaving the door open behind me.

Through the streets, I ran, the gravel hard on my bare feet. She knew where I lived and would come looking for me. But I had nowhere else to go. And if she were to go to my house and find me not there, she would probably kill my family.

I didn't look back. When I got outside my house, a police car stood outside, its driver about to sit down. He saw me coming and looked alarmed. He walked toward me, leaving the door ajar.

"What's going on?" He asked, looking me over. My body had been stripped of all its clothing, vomit and blood donned certain parts of my features. The rain was pouring and my body was soak. I was trembling due to the cold.

I pointed behind me. "There's a murderer after me."

"What does he look like?" the man asked.

"She is an African American. Short hair. Dressed all in black. Here," I passed him the knife. "She dropped it."

Just as the officer took the knife in his hands, I looked back to see that my captor was on her way. She ran faster than I could. I took cover on my front porch. I watched the two struggle until he finally cuffed her and shoved her into the back of the car. She glared at me from the backseat, her eyes not wavering from my gaze. I watched as the car drove away.

My lungs inflated and I could breathe again.