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She wasn’t always like this. The possessiveness, the mysteriousness, the killing . Dahlia, she’s a deadly woman that drew me in like a vixen, like a siren luring drunken sailors. I’ve gotten caught up in her ways, so much so that I’m starting to find her habits enthralling.
Perhaps she’s always been like this, I may have lied. I’ve always noticed that there was something off but she always kept me wrapped around her fingertip. Her mystifying behavior is what attracted me in the first place, Dahlia was always calm yet inexplicably charismatic. She’s a drug for me but I don’t mind.
We met in college, the beginning of our senior year. Dahlia sat a row ahead of me, quiet and studious but there was always something more. The mysteriousness I couldn’t quite break through nor figure out during a conversation. It got the better of me and eventually, I found myself wanting to know more, wanting her more.
I never truly found them off-putting, her habits , I never stopped her, and if anything I encourage her. It’s our love, a way to keep it genuine. She’d do anything for our love, she kills for it and me. It’s all a game, testing how far she’ll go for my expense, and while it may seem like I’m using her, it’s completely the opposite.
Dahlia runs the show, always in charge, she made it clear to me in the beginning. Going against her words would be a death wish, literally. Out of all my rendezvous, she’s been the only one to make me succumb. That’s why she’s a drug, even if I try she always overpowers me. It’s a sexy look for an enticing woman like her.
The first time it happened I will admit she caught me off-guard. In college, there was this classmate and at the time Dahlia and I had barely started talking. Our relationship was nothing serious, we had only gone out a couple of times and I was under the presumption we weren’t exclusive quite yet.
This classmate of ours was nothing special, I was never official with her for she was merely a hook-up. One day she was being more promiscuous than usual, begging me to fuck her, and at that point, I was already getting bored with her. She pushed and pushed herself on me when finally I snapped and pinned her against the wall, we had begun to attack each other’s lips until I heard the classroom door open.
There she stood with a smile holding the classroom door ajar. The more I looked at her the more I noticed her smile was more of a grimace. Her lips parted as she spoke, tilting her head to the side.
“My mistake”, Dahlia said. I didn’t notice it at first but her hand was clutched tightly around the doorknob. The girl started to get touchy with me again but I only stared at Dahlia as she left the room. I pushed the girl off and followed her, my feet moved without thinking, but she knew.
She knew I would follow her, she knew she had me, and that’s how she was able to sneak right past me. I looked for her around the nearby hallways and corridors, I had finally found her in the alleyway near the school. Her hands were covered in blood, I stood there as I watched her plunge a knife deep into our classmate’s stomach with a smile.
She lay there lifeless, blood pooling around her body. Blood drenched her clothing, spilled from her neck, dripped from her mouth. She was dead, completely devoid of life. Instead of running away, I found myself staring in awe, I finally figured out her mystery. She’s a killer .
Dahlia turned to me still holding the same smile, it was beautiful. She was beautiful, so breathtaking as she yanked the knife out. Her bloody hand clutched the knife and twirled it a couple of times before pointing it at me.
“You’re mine now, nobody else's”, she spoke to me in a calm tone that reeked of authority. She stepped closer to me, placing her hands on my chest. The hand holding the knife lifts off of my chest as she places it under my chin. Our eyes lock.
“Do you understand me, Levi?”, Dahlia said as her lips got closer to mine, a smirk present. My eyes flick down to her lips and her eyes do the same. She has me now . I nodded my head in response. We lock lips, fervently and aggressively.
We fucked in that alleyway, filthy hot sex that drives you mad. Our classmate’s body still lay a couple of feet from us but it didn’t seem to matter. Every thrust into her perfect tight hole was magic to my senses. Her moans were glorious as her hands gripped against the wall. I love fucking her and she loves to be fucked.
Dahlia was the best I ever had, is the best I ever had. The perfect woman and she only wanted me. Ecstasy was the best way to describe it, how I feel with her, how I feel inside of her.
After we finished she took care of the body, I don’t know how she did it or what she did. She’s a cunning woman, the body was never found and the disappearance was marked off as a stressed student running away.
Levi and Dahlia became the “it” couple, everyone knew they were together. They fit each other perfectly like pieces of a puzzle and that was clear as day to see. It became known not to approach them for their aura gave off a hint of animosity mixed with prestige. Nobody had a single clue as to what was going on behind closed doors, they were too stoic to seem suspicious.
They are in love, regardless of their eccentric relationship. For both of them, it doesn’t matter because every aspect of it was perfect in their own sick and twisted way. They remained a couple, even five years into the future because together they were unstoppable, alluring, and above all dangerous.
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Soft moans escape Dahlia’s mouth as she slowly bounces up and down on Levi’s dick. His lips part letting out gentle groans and his hands hold her hips. Levi guides her up and down making sure he fills her up with every inch. A small smile forms on Dahlia’s face as she looks at Levi with lidded eyes, holding a knife in her left hand.
Their lips connect, moving passionately against each other. Dahlia slips her tongue past his lips and Levi follows her lead, her tongue glides on the roof of his mouth and he shudders. She grins into the heated kiss, her left hand sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair. Dahlia gives it a rough tug and she clenches around his dick eliciting a melodious moan from Levi.
Dahlia hums in contempt, “so pretty”.
“Stop that”, Levi rasps out in shaky breaths, attempting to turn his head away from her grasp.
“Easy little lamb”, she spits out in a stern voice, tugging his hair even harder forcing him to hold eye contact as she lifts the knife against his neck. She pushes the blade against him gently, holding it in place as she starts to move faster. His lips go slightly agape, his eyes hypnotized by her.
“I’m not little”, he says, starting to buck his hips up more aggressively to meet her ass as she comes down. Levi was trying to prove some point but that would only go so far with a woman like her. He watches with a grin as her head falls back, moans escaped her lips as the knife pressed against his skin more harshly.
Levi winces feeling a sting in the area of the sharp object followed by a warm liquid trickling down his collarbones. It was blood, this wasn’t the first time and certainly wasn’t the last, they both indulged in more adrenaline-based acts.
Dahlia’s head rolled back around, her bottom lip tucked under her teeth. She removes the knife from his neck and throws it to the side, it lands on the floor with a clatter. Her head moves closer to his neck as their pace starts to quicken. Dahlia places soft kisses on his jaw, moving down to his neck and collarbone. Her tongue licks at the dripping blood before gliding up to the cut, she presses harder on the wound and she feels Levi twitch inside of her.
“I know you’re not darling”, she murmurs against his neck gently. Dahlia swings her leg off of him, displeased at the loss of his dick as she pushes him to lay down on the bed. She continued to kiss down his body making her way down to his navel. Her palms followed her lips and she stayed over him on all fours.
He was confused, she rarely went down on him for it was the latter who usually pleased her orally. Only for a special occasion like his birthday but that had yet to come. The anticipation started to build for Levi, but right as her lips touched him, she pulled away.
“Mmm, what’d you think was going to happen”, Dahlia said with a cocky grin as her palm slid up his toned thigh. Levi sat up with a frustrated look, she leaned closer to him as she purposely pressed her breasts against his chest. Her lips made their way to his neck again, sucking marks and kissing softly as she awaited his response.
Levi’s hand found its way to the roots of her hair, he tugged her head back so that she was facing him. Dahlia glared into his eyes as he spoke, “Stop teasing Dahlia, you know what I want”, Levi rasps as their lips brush together. Still holding her glare, Dahlia’s lips curve as her hand reaches up and wraps around his throat pushing him back down.
She squeezes the sides of his neck, “Know your place, lamb”, she warns him. Dahlia connects their lips harshly, biting his bottom lip hard and tugging on it as she pulls away. She gets up from the bed, stretching her body as a mixture of arousal fluid and Levi’s precum drips down her thighs.
“Go get the shower started, will you”, she yawns, turning around to look at his stoic expression. His dick was still fully erect, a light layer of their mixed fluid coating it. Levi gets up, cupping his dick as he walks over to the bathroom to fulfill her request.
Dahlia walks over to the bathroom leaning against the door frame as she watches Levi adjust the temperature. When he turns around he meets her hungry gaze and approaches her. His hands find their way to her waist as she slings her arms over his shoulders.
They start to kiss once again, both of them impatient from the lack of release. Their tongues slide against each other and their saliva starts to mix. Dahlia loves how soft his lips feel and Levi wouldn’t admit it but he loved the way she bit his lips. His hands trailed lower, finding their way to her ass giving it a light squeeze. His lips move down her neck as he starts to suck on her sweet spot and he hears her elicit a small gasp. He trails them further as his hands glide up her body to cup the mounds of her breasts.
Levi starts to play with her nipples, pinching and tugging on them when he hears no protest from Dahlia. Her breathing starts to get sharper and he knows that she’s beginning to get turned on again. Before he can continue he feels her hand tugging his hair.
“On your knees”, Dahlia says with a smile as she forces him down. She was breathless, her lips swollen and her face flushed, Levi saw the most glorious woman above him so of course, he’d obey.
“You know what to do”, Dahlia says with an authoritative gaze. Levi pressed small kisses on her thighs, sucking more harshly as he got closer to the place she desired. His tongue pushes against her clit, attempting to tease her. Her hand gripped his hair harder, pushing him more into her pussy.
Levi’s tongue swirls all around her cunt, lapping up all of her juices greedily. He sucks on her hardened clit as he applies the most pressure with his tongue. His hand trails up to pull her thigh over his shoulder. Dahlia throws her head back as she starts to grind her pussy into his mouth. Loud moans start to escape her mouth as she feels her climax grow closer.
“Good job, darling”, she breathes out in shaky breaths as she looks down at him with a smirk. Her hand releases its harsh hold on his head as she brushes his hair out of the way softly. His cheeks flush as a red color runs across his face causing her to laugh.
Dahlia rubs the back of her hand on his cheek mumbling the words “how cute” as Levi continues to swipe his tongue all around her cunt. He looks up to her, holding eye contact as he picks up the pace, watching as her mouth falls open. She takes her leg off of his shoulder, urging him to stand up as she takes his hand and starts off to the running shower.
He licks his lips clean from her saccharine fluid as he follows her into the shower. The door shuts just as fast as it opens. Levi spins Dahlia around and pins her to the wall with his arms on either side of her head. He pushes his leg between hers, his thigh pressing against her cunt as he leans his lips close to her ears.
“I’ll fuck you real nice Dahlia”, he purs into her ear in almost a whisper. She bites her lip, relishing the feeling of the hot water pouring down their bodies as they stand chest to chest. Her hand glides down his toned abdomen to grasp his erection. She starts to pump her hand painfully slow, her thumb pressed into his slit, and his head falls to her shoulder as she hears gasps escape his mouth.
“I know you will”, she laughs as her hand releases his dick. Dahlia hears a deep sigh leave his mouth before she turns herself around. She presses her ass against his dick, wiggling her hips as her breasts come in contact with the cold wall. Levi’s mouth drops open, he grasps his dick and teases it along her wet pussy before pushing it in.
Levi’s head falls backward as he lets out a groan with furrowed eyebrows. Oh, how he did love to be inside of her. Dahlia’s body lurched forward, gripping the wall as her back arched. He doesn’t hesitate as he decides to slam his hips against hers. Starting at a tantalizing speed since both of them have been withholding their finish for an hour.
Both of them loved sex, with each other only, for it was one of the most delightful aspects of their relationship. The ecstasy made them feel alive, Dahlia and Levi had both mastered every inch of each other’s body, knowing every soft spot and pleasure point. Knowing how to make one another cum with a few light touches or contrarily, tease and overstimulate one another for hours.
There were times where they would start at night but didn’t finish until the odd hours of the morning because both of them were too stubborn to stop. Other times they were too eager to wait until they got home so they ended up harassing each other in public. Bathrooms, cars, alleyways, classrooms, and on rare occasions they would end up at each other’s workplace with one thing in mind.
Loud moans escape the couple’s mouth as Levi harshly grips Dahlia’s hips, roughly pulling her back to where her ass slaps against his hips. His dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy, prodding against her sweet spot. Her arm goes behind her as it grips the back of Levi’s neck, her head resting on his shoulder. The tip of his dick touches her cervix lightly with every rough thrust as the shower water splashes between their bodies.
“H-harder little lamb”, she lets out in shaky breaths, purposely taunting him. At the sound of the nickname, he picks up the pace of his thrusts as his grip on her hips becomes tighter. Levi knows what reaction he wants from her and he gets that when he feels her clench around his dick as a loud moan escapes her mouth. One of his hands releases the grip on her waist as he trails it down her front.
He starts to circle her clit, enjoying the way she squirms at the initial touch. Dahlia knows he’s close, she can feel his thrusts get sloppier and his dick starts to throb. Groans leave his mouth along with curse words as his finger continues to flick her clit with the perfect speed, causing lewd noises to echo throughout the bathroom. He pushes his dick farther into her if possible as he feels his slit brush up against her cervix. He knows she loves it when he stimulates that part.
Dahlia feels herself grow closer, the urge to squirt starts to build as Levi teases her skene’s gland. After a few more thrusts into her cunt and flicks at her clit she lets go. With an exhausted moan, Dahlia reaches her climax, liquid releases from her urethra as she cums around Levi’s dicks. He tenses at the feeling, twitching at the way her pussy tightens around him, before relishing in his own orgasm.
Levi continues to move as both of them let out loud gasps, riding out their climax as he fills her up with his cum. Dahlia's legs were shaking from the stimulation as more fluid spills out, Levi’s chest heaves up and down. He runs his fingers through his hair with parted lips, shaking his head under the water before he slowly pulls out. Dahlia sighs in contempt, feeling empty at the loss.
She turns around to face him, giving him a lazy smile through lidded eyes as she leans in to kiss him passionately. Both of their lips move against each other tenderly before pulling away.
“Fuck”, Dahlia breaths out with a hazy grin.
Levi nods his head in response as his breathing returns to normal.
“Good job darling”, she says as her index finger stills under his chin before leaning in to peck him.
“Mmm, let’s get cleaned up”, he says as he returns her kiss.
Dahlia runs soapy hands through Levi’s hair as she washes it for him, enjoying how he relaxes into her touch. Levi returns the favor, turning her around to where her back touches his chest, he delicately runs his fingers through her hair. Rinsing out the soup and placing a chaste kiss on her head. Both of them finish getting cleaned up before turning off the water and grabbing towels.
“Come here lamb, let me clean that up”, Dahlia says as she notices the cut from the knife on Levi’s neck. She pulls him and leans him against the bathroom counter. Dahlia grabs the rubbing alcohol from the cabinet in addition to a cotton pad. She pours the disinfectant onto the cotton before lighting dabbing on his neck.
“Fuck”, he hisses grabbing her wrist to halt her movements. She pinches his side causing him to wince and release her arm.
“Don’t move”
“It’s hard not to”
“Stop your whining darling, you sound like a crybaby”. Dahlia kisses him, squeezing his bicep as she finishes cleaning his wound. The distraction worked well, Levi forgot about the uncomfortable stinging as he held her waist close.
After cleaning up his wound she washes her hands, both of them dry off, and head to their bedroom to get dressed. Levi finished getting ready before Dahlia so he wandered off downstairs to their kitchen to prepare tea. A routine part of their day.
Dahlia comes downstairs not too long after. Levi is already seated on a stool near the island.
“You look stunning as always Dahlia”, Levi compliments, his eyes following her as she walks down the steps. Her body was clad in a shin-length slip dress that tapered at the waist and flowed down her hips. She wore pointed-toe heels, her steps being emphasized by clicks. She was stunning, elegance and poise dripped from her presence.
“Levi, you’re very charming as well but are you expecting something from me”, she teases.
She held her hand out in front of Levi’s face as she took a seat next to him. He grabbed it and placed a peck on top of it as she hummed. Dahlia retracts her hand as she sips the tea Levi made, he makes the best tea.
“Having you is enough... though I wouldn’t mind”, he quips, cocking an eyebrow. His words earn a laugh from the latter.
“You’re mine just as much as I’m yours but don’t test your luck”.
“Shall we go to the store, I’m curious to see how many women flirt with you”, Dahlia says with an excited smile, expecting him to oblige. Levi’s cup leaves his lips as he sets it on the table.
“They come up to me, you know I only flirt back when you ask me to”, he claims as he reaches to hold her hand.
“They may always come to you but I’m the one you cum into. I know I have you so you don’t have to reassure me Levi”, she laughs, her free hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Dahlia briefly sips her tea before speaking again.
“I’ll be in the car”, her hand glides along his shoulders as she starts off to the front door, just as she’s about to open it she pauses. Dahlia turns around with a warm smile, “I forgot something”.
She heads up the stairs and into their room, Dahlia finds the discarded knife on the floor, a thin layer of Levi’s blood on the tip. Dahlia leaves the dried blood on the knife and places it inside the knife holster fastened to her thigh.
Levi remained downstairs, knowing exactly what she went to go to retrieve. In a sick way, he was excited just as much as Dahlia. Dahlia was excited for the thrill of killing since it was to keep Levi to herself but he looked forward to the flattery. Getting compliments from a stranger was one thing but having the woman he cares about most kill for him was the highest form of flattery.
He finished his tea just as he heard her coming down the stairs. He took notice of the freshly placed thigh holster, the weapon being concealed by her dress. Levi thought that Dahlia looked sexy with the dangerous paraphernalia on her. He holds his hands out for her and she takes it, both of them exiting the house making sure to lock it.
They get into the car, Levi driving, and buckle their seatbelts. The car starts as he backs out of their driveway, getting onto the main road. Levi places his hand on her thigh, rubbing his thumb across the material of her dress.
Dahlia places her hand on top of his, “How many adversities do you suppose we’ll run into today, hm?”, she grins in amusement. She was expecting women to throw themselves at him, expecting to have blood on her hands, the thought alone was exhilarating. Levi was all hers and only hers, nobody would get in the way of that.
“Given the time I suppose it might be quite busy, you’ll have to be vigilant darling”, he warns her.
“You don’t have to remind me, I know all of this already”, Dahlia was cocky, she had faith in her wits for she had been up to this for years. Levi hums in response, not wanting to challenge her further.
The car ride continues on as silent, a comfortable one. They passed by numerous shops and people, everyone seemed to be out at this time of day. Levi made sure to go to a store that had an alleyway next to it, a nice desolate area in the event someone unknowingly upsets his lover. He parks the car and gets out, walking over to the passenger’s side as Dahlia gets out. She wrapped her arm around his as they walked inside.
The cold air hits their skin as they enter the store. They looked powerful to anyone who glanced their way, an attractive couple arm in arm as they walked around with their noses up. Dahlia held onto Levi like a prize, she wouldn’t purposely jeopardize him unless it was for a game, but having him on her arm was a way of showing off. She trusted him though, she knew she had him and that he wouldn’t ever betray her, even more of a reason to keep him safe.
The pair approaches an aisle filled with glassware. There was another woman in the area, younger, with light hair and long manicured nails. If she proved an issue then Dahlia had all the reason to kill her but they weren’t playing a game right now so she kept Levi near here. Had they been playing a game she would’ve sent him in her direction. The purpose of going out today was to test their surroundings not tease them. Besides, why would someone approach him when he was so clearly with his lover.
Wrong. the young woman had already made a couple of short glances at the couple. Dahlia felt her stomach churn, could she not see that he wasn’t alone. Dahlia wanted to show that Levi was hers and hers only.
“What do you think of this glass darling?”, she asked him with thoughtful eyes, reaching an arm up to point to the shelf. Levi came up from behind her, his hand wrapping around her waist as he peered over her shoulder to see what she was looking at. She can feel the strangers wandering eyes leave them.
“It’s rather nice, how do you feel about this one over here?”, Levi asks, releasing his grasp on her waist to return to where he was. He was looking at the shelves behind her, the stranger had grown dangerously close to their bubble. Levi picks up the glass intending to present it to Dahlia, she turns around to face him but before she can speak they’re interrupted.
“I love that it’s so pretty! And wow it even matches your eyes!”, the unknown woman speaks, her filthy hand grasping at Levi’s wrist. She got slightly closer to his face as she examined his eyes and then the glass. Levi pulled his hand away from her grasp.
Dahlia saw red, envisioning the blood draining from that woman’s body as she started to shut her eyes, free from life. She pictured every single way she could hurt that woman, the most painful death is what she deserved. What kind of person flirts with a man who is with another woman, a whore does, a dead whore.
Dahlia clears her throat, Levi doesn’t have to talk to her to know what kind of thoughts are running through her head. Her face had the same look it always does in these situations, a twisted grimace.
“Excuse me miss but don’t you think you’re rather close”, she said in a cheery tone that was more than sarcastic.
“Well I was just pointing out his eyes, don’t you think they’re pretty?”, the stranger feigned innocence but it was obvious she knew what she was doing.
“Yea he does have lovely eyes, I’ve seen them in daylight and in the night sky. I’ve even seen them when they’re rolled back in pleasure. They’re gorgeous in every way”, Dahlia’s tone reeked of pride as she spoke with a gloating smile. Levi’s cheeks slightly flushed at her last comment as he looked away.
“O-oh I see, I’m sorry I didn't realize, he didn’t have a ring on his finger-”, the unknown woman said but Dahlia wasn’t buying it. Levi stood there with a blank expression and furrowed eyebrows as he watched the altercation go down.
“You assumed wrong and now you look like a desperate slut”, she said in a calm tone though internally she was planning her murder as she folded her arms across her chest, “and I’m more than sure you saw him come to me when I called him”, she finished with a sardonic look.
The woman simply nodded her head and walked away, fearing that authority that radiated from Dahlia’s presence and the look on Levi’s face.
“I’m assuming you already have plans for her”, Levi whispers into her ear as he takes her side, placing his hand on the small of her back.
“You know me so well”, she purrs before kissing his lips, her hands tug on his shirt pulling him closer. Their lips lock fervently into a heated kiss that only lasted a couple of seconds before Dahlia pulled away. They were breathless, Levi’s lips tinted a light shade of pink from Dahlia’s lipstick.
“Won’t you take a taxi home Levi?”, Dahlia asks with large eyes. Levi looked at her like she hung the moon and stars. As if she was the maker of the world and controlled the lives and deaths of everyone around them. She did . With the excitement in her eyes with the hidden glow of anger, he loved every part of her.
“Of course darling”, he said with lidded eyes filled with infatuation. Dahlia cupped his cheeks and pecked his soft lips multiple times. She pulled away to whisper in his ear.
“We’ll fuck real nice when I get back”, Dahlia states pulling away from him to give him one last kiss. Levi’s pants tighten slightly with anticipation. When Dahlia notices she lightly brushes her hand against his clothed dick with a smirk before walking off.
Levi leaves the store, taking a taxi back to their house just like he was asked.
Dahlia on the other waltz around the store in search of the woman, her hand teases at the knife. She spots her on her way to check out, Dahlia quickly goes back to the previous aisle she was in and grabs the glass that the woman thought was so wonderful.
With quick steps and the fast clicks of her heels, she rings up the glass in enough time to catch the woman leaving the store. She follows her and in a perfect coincidence, their cars are parked next to each other in a more desolate area. The woman opens her trunk and starts to pack in her groceries.
Dahlia slowly comes up from behind her, her heels stop in place exuding a louder noise than the usual click. The unknown woman turns around startled, she should be , with her hand on her chest.
“Oh! It’s just you, phew”, the woman releases a heavy sigh.
“My apologies ma’am”, Dahlia feigns empathy.
“Once again I’m quite sorry for my behavior, I truly didn’t know”, she says innocently.
“I’m so sure”, sarcasm dripped from her tone.
“Hm?”, the woman asks
“Here, I got you this glass as a peace offering”, Dahlia says, bringing the glass up to the woman with a mischievous grin. “Oh yo-”, she starts but never gets to finish as her words get interrupted.
“Since you thought it was so lovely”, Dahlia says, swinging the glass at the woman’s head, upon impact, it cracked but didn't break. The woman falls to the ground and now Dahlia has to move fast. She opens the car’s backseat door, walking over to the woman to drag her into her car, fortunately, she was on the lighter side.
Dahlia closes the backseat door along with closing the woman’s trunk to erase any evidence of a struggle. She quickly surveys the area before walking around to the driver’s seat with a grin. This woman would get special treatment, far more special than any woman before her. She quickly pulls out of the parking lot and exits onto the main road. She would take this woman to a shed, they had one in the backyard equipped with tools of sorts.
They lived in a nicer neighborhood where the houses were generously spaced out in bigger lots. She wouldn’t have to worry about the woman’s screams being heard. Dahlia glanced to the backseat briefly as they got closer to her house. The knock from the glass split the woman’s forehead and dried blood ran down her face. Good , she thought.
Levi hears Dahlia’s arrival at their house but knows better than to intervene, she’ll come inside when she’s done.
Dahlia opens the car door and drags the woman out head first, her legs smack against the ground. She drags her over to the shed and sits her in a chair, with a smile she grabs some rope and begins to tie her in place. She removes the phone from the woman’s pocket and throws it to the ground, cracking the screen with her heel. The stranger starts to groan and shift, signaling that she was going to wake up soon but Dahlia wanted to wake her up in a different way.
She grabs a pair of pliers she finds lying around, walking over to the woman she slides a finger in the mouth of the tool. She would break the fingers that dared to touch her beloved Levi. She clamps down on the knuckle of her index finger, with a twisted smirk she bends it in the opposite direction. The bone breaks with a loud crack, the woman’s eyes shoot open as a loud wail escapes her mouth.
“Nobody is gonna hear you”, Dahlia laughs in a calm voice. The woman starts to move animalistically in the chair as Dahlia moves the pliers to clamp on her middle finger. Cries and pleads for help desperately escape her mouth and she shifts in her seat. With more force than the first finger, Dahlia twists the pliers in the opposite direction, this middle knuckle now breaking through the skin of her finger.
Pure exhilaration floods Dahlia’s face as she hears the woman scream even louder than the first time. She snaps the rest of the fingers on that hand, all of them breaking in different ways as they turn different shades of purple. Some bones break through the skin, causing blood to drop to the floor. Her hand resembled a claw machine. No, a tree, everything branched out in different directions, she thought.
Tears streamed down the woman’s face, “P-please, stop, s-somebody help m-me!”, she shrieked. Her fingers caused her immense gut-wrenching pain as she looked at them in horror.
“I told you that nobody was gonna hear you”, Dahlia said unbothered as she stretched her arms up with a satisfied smile.
“P-please what d-do you want f-from me, I’ll d-do a-anything” she whimpered out in heavy sobs.
“Hm, I want nothing from you except maybe your death”. Dahlia pulls the knife out from its harness, pressing the tip of the blade to her finger to measure its sharpness. The woman notices the knife already has blood on it and starts to jerk in the chair once again.
“N-no no-no, p-please n-no. I’m s-sorry”, she cries out, shaking uncontrollably as Dahlia’s face grows brighter.
“Your desperation is starting to get annoying”, she exhales heavily, walking closer to the chair. The woman shifts back and forth in the chair more aggressively as the knife gets pointed to her face.
“Take note of the blood on this knife, it belongs to my lover, the one you so shamelessly flirted with. This is the closest he’ll ever be to inside of you”, Dahlia announces, dragging the knife against the woman’s thigh, calmly. She starts to shake in the chair repeating the same pleads and cries.
Dahlia lifts the knife up to plunge it into her and the woman’s voice crescendos, before it makes contact with the skin she laughs, pulling away. She grips her stomach laughing at the woman’s hideous snot and tear-filled face.
“I’m just kidding”, relief and confusion wash over the woman’s face as her whimpers continue. Dahlia’s face changes into reassurance before quickly changing into a blank one.
“W-wha-'', Dahlia’s hand lifts the knife and stabs it deep into the woman’s thigh, catching her slightly off-guard. Naturally, the woman screams and yells as blood pours from her thigh, Dahlia yanks the knife out causing more to spill out. She shakes her knife clean before looking at the pathetic woman in front of her with disdain.
“I’ll be back don’t worry”, she gives her a fake warm smile, taking in the stranger’s appearance. Tears streamed down her face as it contorted into pain, dried blood streaked across her head, and a pool of red occupied her left leg. So much blood.
“No-no p-please, p-please l-let me g-go”, she wailed. Dahlia was fed up with her insistent cries, she was enjoying them at first but now they were like nails on a chalkboard to her ears. This woman was extraordinarily annoying. She picked up a wrench and swung it at her head. The woman’s eyes went wide in fear before shutting, her head fell forward and she stopped moving.
Dahlia hummed in delight, mumbling the words “that’s better” before she walked out of the shed. She placed the bloody knife back in its holster as she looked at her hands, the right one was covered in more blood than the latter and her dress had a couple of red splatters on it. The blood excited her.
She reached to open the door, before briefly wiping her hands off on her already ruined dress. Now she would go to Levi and have the filthy sex she promised him, but she wasn’t quite done with the woman in the shed.
She’ll return to her soon enough and finish the job.