clamped between those pearly whites. But she's wily, this one. She improvises a new strategy and throws her head forward with all her might. Her forehead cracks into my left temple and little flash-bursts of light explode in my vision.
Both hands are free now and she's got her fingers hooked into claws, going for my eyes as she struggles to get away.
The table creaks and wobbles beneath our bodies and I pull my head back just in time to avoid the gouge she was going for.
With both my hands available however, the skirt becomes less of a problem and it's quickly pulled up to her waist. Shit... panties. She had to be wearing fucking underwear didn't she?
I've got to take some of the fight out of this feisty bitch. There's no other choice. I ball my hand into a fist and pull back even with my jaw. A shame to bloody such a pretty face. But she really brought this on herself, didn't she?
“Get the hell off her you degenerate son of a bitch!”
The voice is shrill and cuts through the struggle so sharply that for a minute I'm not entirely positive where I am. I hear footsteps running toward me and then my leg flares in pain as I roll off the table and fall to the floor. Sticking out of my thigh, I see a familiar black handle and just a hint of metal buried into the meat of my leg. I yank the chef's knife free and it clangs to the floor as I press my hands against the wound. It feels like it's throbbing in agony and spurts of blood ooze out in perfect rhythm with my heart.
“You think it's fun to... ”
I roll over onto my side and my assailant is mentally thrown off balance for a second.
“R-Richard? What... what the hell is going on?”
There's no sign of Polly. She must have cut and run the moment I no longer had her pinned to the table. I stagger to my feet and the pain feels like the muscle is being pulled from my leg fiber by fiber.
Jane stands mere feet away from me, her forehead knotted with confusion as I drag my injured leg across the floor.
Step-scrape.
Step-scrape.
I see uncertainty in her eyes. It's almost like she's silently begging for answers, pleading for the world to make sense again.
“I don't... I don't understand.”
Step-scrape.
“I know, Janey. Everything's real confusing right now, darling. It's probably a lot like the dinosaurs felt when that big 'ole asteroid first pounded into the earth, isn't it?”
She looks like she's on the verge of tears, her blue eyes as watery as two pools. This poor woman. She was never cut out for this new world. She could never understand exactly what it will take to survive.
I place my hands on either side of her head, holding her face as if I'm about to lean in for a kiss.
“Was... was that... Polly? ”
She's in shock, I think. Probably never expected in a million years to see me. Judging by the pool of blood she picked the knife up from, she probably thought I was dead. Poor, naive thing.
“Yeah, that was Polly.”
I massage her temples with the tips of my fingers, rubbing in slow circles. Her body tenses for a moment, then relaxes as she closes her eyes.
“Did you see where she went, Janey?”
Her eyes snap open and they spark with suspicion. But even so they are still dulled by that lost look. The look that so badly wants answers but is afraid of just what they might be.
“Why?”
“I've gotta find her, baby. I've gotta clear all this up. It's all been a big misunderstanding, that's all. Now where did Polly go, sweetie?”
She opens her mouth and for a moment I think she's about to speak but then her lips close again. She seems uncertain, like she's torn between the world she has always believed in and this new reality that has swallowed her up like a tasty morsel.
In the old days, she never would have come into her kitchen and witnessed what she did.
She never would have stabbed her lover of five years in the leg with a knife.
She tries to pull back but I keep her head between my palms, keep rubbing and easing the tension
Both hands are free now and she's got her fingers hooked into claws, going for my eyes as she struggles to get away.
The table creaks and wobbles beneath our bodies and I pull my head back just in time to avoid the gouge she was going for.
With both my hands available however, the skirt becomes less of a problem and it's quickly pulled up to her waist. Shit... panties. She had to be wearing fucking underwear didn't she?
I've got to take some of the fight out of this feisty bitch. There's no other choice. I ball my hand into a fist and pull back even with my jaw. A shame to bloody such a pretty face. But she really brought this on herself, didn't she?
“Get the hell off her you degenerate son of a bitch!”
The voice is shrill and cuts through the struggle so sharply that for a minute I'm not entirely positive where I am. I hear footsteps running toward me and then my leg flares in pain as I roll off the table and fall to the floor. Sticking out of my thigh, I see a familiar black handle and just a hint of metal buried into the meat of my leg. I yank the chef's knife free and it clangs to the floor as I press my hands against the wound. It feels like it's throbbing in agony and spurts of blood ooze out in perfect rhythm with my heart.
“You think it's fun to... ”
I roll over onto my side and my assailant is mentally thrown off balance for a second.
“R-Richard? What... what the hell is going on?”
There's no sign of Polly. She must have cut and run the moment I no longer had her pinned to the table. I stagger to my feet and the pain feels like the muscle is being pulled from my leg fiber by fiber.
Jane stands mere feet away from me, her forehead knotted with confusion as I drag my injured leg across the floor.
Step-scrape.
Step-scrape.
I see uncertainty in her eyes. It's almost like she's silently begging for answers, pleading for the world to make sense again.
“I don't... I don't understand.”
Step-scrape.
“I know, Janey. Everything's real confusing right now, darling. It's probably a lot like the dinosaurs felt when that big 'ole asteroid first pounded into the earth, isn't it?”
She looks like she's on the verge of tears, her blue eyes as watery as two pools. This poor woman. She was never cut out for this new world. She could never understand exactly what it will take to survive.
I place my hands on either side of her head, holding her face as if I'm about to lean in for a kiss.
“Was... was that... Polly? ”
She's in shock, I think. Probably never expected in a million years to see me. Judging by the pool of blood she picked the knife up from, she probably thought I was dead. Poor, naive thing.
“Yeah, that was Polly.”
I massage her temples with the tips of my fingers, rubbing in slow circles. Her body tenses for a moment, then relaxes as she closes her eyes.
“Did you see where she went, Janey?”
Her eyes snap open and they spark with suspicion. But even so they are still dulled by that lost look. The look that so badly wants answers but is afraid of just what they might be.
“Why?”
“I've gotta find her, baby. I've gotta clear all this up. It's all been a big misunderstanding, that's all. Now where did Polly go, sweetie?”
She opens her mouth and for a moment I think she's about to speak but then her lips close again. She seems uncertain, like she's torn between the world she has always believed in and this new reality that has swallowed her up like a tasty morsel.
In the old days, she never would have come into her kitchen and witnessed what she did.
She never would have stabbed her lover of five years in the leg with a knife.
She tries to pull back but I keep her head between my palms, keep rubbing and easing the tension
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