blood

The muscle bound man struts around with his trophy woman,
daring other men to look at her, ready to pounce to her defense.

She, wearing all but nothing, to entice the young men to look at her deeply
look at the smooth, firm, supple skin of her tight stomach
look at the gentle mounds of flesh inching up towards her face,
look at the long graceful legs that end right at her short, short skirt.

With a flirt of her eye or a long exaggerated stretch she pulls the attention of all guys around, and just as many disapproving looks from the grandma's walking by. Almost everyone that walks past, looks at her, and has something to think about or something to whisper about.


And he defends her honor,
by staring down all the men and moving from her left side to her right side then back again like a bull elephant in musk, he will defend what is his, even if it takes every ounce of his life energy.

So much energy to protect what is fake, and she relishes in her power. she is intoxicated by the control she has on everyone around her.

At the end of the mall's hallway coming their direction is an equally as large a man, unashamedly looking, staring, maybe even undressing her with his eyes, he sees that skin so smooth, and lines of her body so appealing.

His pace stays steadily toward the couple, and the couple walk steadily toward him.

She uses her best move, wanting to see blood tonight, and this equally as large man, just may be the one.

Steps Closer...

The muscle bound man sees the equally as large man and puffs his chest up, straightens his back to walk a little taller and now swaggers a little with each step.

Steps Closer...

The equally as large man puffs up his chest, and stands taller, imagine a wildlife show where there is only one female and the two males are ready to fight to the death, but first make themselves look bigger to scare down their opponent.

Steps Closer...

They are but a few steps away from each other now, the onlookers can feel the tension in the air,


and the woman's adrenaline is coursing through her veins, built with anticipation and intense fear as her warrior is about to battle for her honor.

she has done this before and knows how scream "ooh, ahh, stop, don't hurt him" and then she would jump on the muscle bound man's back as if to try to stop him from beating the pulp out of some innocent victim she coerced into the scene. but really she just wants
a better view of the violence,
the punches being thrown
the nose being broken
the lip being split
and the blood covering the victims face.

That's what she likes the most the blood, her man never loses and even if he did she wouldn't care as long as there was blood.

Steps closer....

and the two men are now face to face, just staring,.. as the tension builds, the woman begins her act and she knows that blood is sure to follow.

As if on cue the muscle bound man says "What are you looking at?"


The equally as large man takes a good long, death-defying, look at the woman exhales in the ecstasy of her beauty and says "the controlling Bitch next to you".


The mall went dead silent and the woman is breathless. She cannot believe the gall, the absolute rudeness of his comment. Having never rehearsed this scenario, she was at wits end with what to do next, she was utterly speechless, her mind was reeling, searching for the next thing to do.


Then in a split second she imagined how this would play out, her muscle bound man will be so infuriated that there might be more than just blood. This time there may be broken bones, shattered ribs or even death.


That thought of the sound a broken bone makes, or the vision of the broken bone ripping through the flesh and the limb bent in an unnatural way, was a turn-on like she had never felt before.
The anticipation of what was about to happen was so intense,
the blood
the pain
fear
broken bones
on-lookers screams
filled her with a rush of pleasure like no other.


She started crying the heartless tears of a crocodile-the ones that best control the muscle bound man-and runs at the equally as large man swinging fists wildly.


The equally as large man just stood there as she attempted the attach and she just bounced into him and fell onto the ground.
Then she screamed "My wrist, ... you broke my wrist" as she turned around to be sure to see the first blow that she knew would take place.
She continued with her best tears "He broke my wrist,..... KILL HIM". She knew what would be coming next, the blood and pain all because of her.

Because of her honor.

And as if in slow motion she sees the muscle bound man draw his fist back, to land that first mighty blow and she is tingling with excitement, fulfillment of her fantasies of a moment ago about to be realized.

The muscle bound man takes a step forward and gives the equally as large man a hug saying "thanks dude you were right she is a controlling bitch." The muscle bound man turns to the woman on the ground, who is no longer crying and says "I am breaking up with you" and the two men walk to the local pool hall to have some beers.

The woman still on the ground, almost everyone that walks past, looks at her, and has something to think about or something to whisper about.