"I met the devil today."
"Ouch… too bad. I thought it was me. Hell, that's disappointing, right?"
He sipped lazily from a porcelain French cup, the sound of coffee sliding against his lips loud and deliberate, almost theatrical.
"God, I love that sound... the one you get when you sip a morning coffee."
His voice dripped with mockery, his expression a strange cocktail of joy and evil, as though his face couldn't decide which side to favor.
Adjusting the red-and-white patterned kimono wrapped loosely around him, he looked like a man lounging on vacation… if vacations came with corpses for company.
Because, Just then, the head of the person he was talking to; who sat opposite him, slumped onto his shoulder like someone falling asleep. Only that he wasn't asleep. He was pale, lifeless, eyes wide open with the kind of glassy stare that flies found irresistible.
The man snapped his fingers toward him.
"Hey, Bobby… pay attention," he said, as if the poor stiff could still hear him.
Unbothered, he turned to the second guest seated nearby. Both arms were crossed neatly over his chest, but the gaping bullet hole tearing through his temple ruined the effect and the pose. The stench of coagulated blood wafted thickly in the air.
"And you… Chubby… ugh." He pinched his nose with dramatic disgust. "How much did you pay for that perfume, man? you stink."
He suddenly broke into a grin, the grin of a maniac who found laughter in corpses.
"Anyway, like I said… I met the devil today. Ohhh…" He leaned forward toward Bobby, lowering his tone to a conspiratorial whisper, as though sharing juicy gossip with an old friend.
"Did you know this devil... stabbed a man to death with a dick?"
He froze, frowning, as if Bobby had answered back.
"Insane, right? That's what I said too. But it wasn't just any dick... it was one he'd cut off from his colleague. Oh, God…" He turned to Chubby, tapping his lifeless leg, his expression now painted with exaggerated sorrow.
"I know, right? Heartbreaking. Truly heartbreaking." His tone dropped into theatrical tragedy before twisting into a manic laughter again.
"How hard must it have been for him to actually drive a dick into a man? Unless maybe the victim had no bones at all… or maybe the dick was hard as steel. Definitely the latter."
He shot Bobby a side-eye, his lips curling.
"Oh, I'm heartless, am I? You sweet angel. Always worried about the victim. You're right, I should worry about the poor bastard stabbed with a dick. Imagine the pain, huh? But…"
His voice snapped back to calm, detached cruelty. "I don't care about him. What I care about is that I did it today."
He nodded to himself, sipping again, then crossed his legs comfortably on his deck chair, the kind people stretched out on during summers while sipping coconut juice. Only, this wasn't a beach. It was the back of a massive warehouse, the yard ringed with rusting shipping containers and silence heavy as sin.
"Yes, Bobby. Yes, Chubby." His grin widened, showing teeth.
"I did it today. I shoved a dick into a man. Oh God, don't look at me like that.. it's not like I touched it raw. I wore gloves."
He gestured toward Bobby's chest. Sure enough, protruding grotesquely from the corpse's heart was exactly what he'd described. A severed dick, burrowed into him.
"That one? That happened after I cut it out from his colleague." He pointed at Chubby and zipped up his pants, shaking his head mockingly.
"C'mon man, cover up those dickless legs."
Then, turning back to Bobby, he snarled suddenly:
"Hey! Don't look at me like that."
As if the glassy-eyed corpse was throwing daggers at him.
"I mean, he was already dead, he had my bullet through his brain before I did that. What do you take me for… a devil?"
He threw his hands dramatically into the air, head tilting back like a theater actor who'd just been handed a guilty verdict.
"No, I'm not the devi..." He stopped mid-word, lips curling upward.
"You know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe I am the devil. Ohhh…"
He clutched his mouth with mock astonishment.
"OO-ho-ho-ho… maybe I'm the devil I said I saw today!"
He swung his gaze toward Chubby, a crazed light flashing in his eyes, his grin too wide, too human, too monstrous.
"Do you know what that means, Chubby? That I am still the devil… ho-ho-ho!"
The laugh thundered out of him, a grotesque parody of Santa Claus. He abruptly stopped, slapped his own cheek in mock embarrassment, then sighed.
"I know, I know. Devils don't do Santa laughs. You're right, Chubby. I'll have to work on that. Too bad you had the balls to tell me that... but no dick."
He leaned back, letting his head rest against the wooden chair, and slid on a pair of sleek black sunglasses. For a moment, he almost looked normal; just a man enjoying coffee in the sun.
He raised the cup to sip again, then gagged and waved a hand in disgust.
"Hell no. I'm not staying here with you two. You stink." He stood, cup in hand, his face twisting as if he'd swallowed sour bile.
"I can't even think of tasting your blood."
Turning away, he muttered,
"Well, I'll call 911 to come bury you guys. Ho-ho-ho."
His laughter faded, leaving only silence and the buzzing of flies.
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"This past events made me wonder how I even got here in the first place. And what made me love blood so much... especially that of the ladies, both milfs and not. And what I did that earned me the name… Devil. Well… let's find out."
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"Ho-ho-ho."
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And oh, there will be sexual content in this book; threesomes, violent sex, raw scenes and all. But let me be clear: that is not the main base of the story. Not at all. In fact, those parts are few and far between.
CHEERIO.