I’m not saying I’ve never been tied to a bed with a woman on top of me. But usually, she’s got a different sort of hunger in her eyes.
The girl in the red jacket looks down at me. “I see you’ve met my grandmother,” she says, smiling.
I nod. “She’s lovely,” I mutter. The girl laughs. She bends down and kisses my neck, gently. Then, licks it. She licks it over and over. It tickles and turns me on at the same time. My body is confused, my mind, doubly so.
“What the fuck is going on!” I yell. I almost never yell. The girl sits back up, laughing.
“Cleaning you. Would you eat a steak that’s been wandering around in the muck and filth all day? Hm?”
I don’t know why I expected anything else. I frown at her.
“Great. So, you’re going to eat me, then?”
“Oh no, not me,” she winks, “I picked up something at the store.”
She smiles at something behind the bed.
“Oh Grandmother,” she says, “what big ears you have!”
I look up and lock eyes with the old woman, upside down. Her ears are curving up and back. I can hear the little bones cracking as they go. I slam my eyes shut.
“Oh fuck this, so hard, why me, why me? This isn’t happening,” I try to block out the sound of little bones cracking as the girl straddling me, giggles, and says,
“And, grandmother, what big eyes you have!”
She laughs out loud.
“Oh! And grandmother, what big hands you have!”
The sharp tips of hair covered fingers pull my eyes open. Something flops down onto my chest. A gnarly gray wig. The girl straddling me picks it up and places it on her head.
She puts both hands to her cheeks and looks above me. I feel like vomiting, or crying. I slowly raise my eyes and look as the girl says, “Oh! But, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!”
I look up. If the word horror has a face, this is it.
Then it happens, like slipping on new socks. Fangs dip into my neck. My body goes numb; my brain goes swimming. Somewhere in the distance, someone is clapping. Then, the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt floods into my body.
I pass out.
To be continued…