What She Wanted - Topher Cusumano

She’s walking down the street in a pair of six-inch, red, patent leather heels.

She always wished she was taller.

She shaves off her eyebrows and paints them back on.

She’ll be the first to tell you she enjoys the attention—

She’s okay with that.

‘Damn, I wanna fuck this girl,’

he thinks to himself as he follows her home,

the Boston streets slowly becoming narrower,

fewer streetlights scattered in front of the old, brick row-houses,

thick, circular patches of light surrounded by shadow.

He can hear her clicking as she walks.

She walks fast.

She knows where she’s going.

He could hear her clicking only half a block ahead of him.

“Damn, I wanna fuck this girl, yo.

Yo honey, with the fat ass!”

She stops.

She turns.

“Me?” she asks.

Softly, ladylike.

The voice he wants her to have.

The voice you can fuck, and still muffle with only one hand.

“Yeah you mommy—

You wanna come home with me tonight?

You looking real good, girl—

I wanna fuck that ass of yours real good, girl.”

“Me?” she asks again.

“You wanna fuck… me?”

She wears her tits like panties,

She’s got tits built for warfare, this girl.

She’s a battleship, unsinkable by nature.

Scars from girlhood across her thighs,

Wears short skirts so they wonder where she’s been.

She’s been… everywhere.

She walks back toward him.

“Yeah that’s right mommy.

You know what you want.”

And she does.

She knows exactly what she wants.

“You wanna fuck me?” she asks.

They’re face-to-face now.

She notices how dead his eyes are.

She knows how many girls he’s seen ripped apart,

Lying under him.

“You wanna fuck me?”

“Yeah mommy.”

She remembers fourteen.

“You wanna fuck me?”

 

She remembers five boys with the strength of ten men,

With fifty hands,

Felt like hours.

“You wanna fuck me?”

She could still feel them.

Burning hands, deep gashes, and pale skin.

“Yeah mommy.

You know what you want.”

“I do.

And I know what you want.

You want me to scream a little,

Put up a fight,

‘Cause it’s no fun without a fight.

But you know in the end, you’ll be stronger.”

“Then you wanna pin my arms down to my side,

And rip my shirt off with just your teeth.

Look here, just six little buttons.

You know you can get these motherfuckers off with just your teeth.”

“And of course I’ll wiggle a little,

Trying to look like I’m resisting,

But deep down,

Deep down in your soul,

You really think you’re doing me a favor.

That I’m the lucky one.”

“Then you’ll reach your hand up my skirt,

Real rough,

Just to make sure I know who’s in charge.

You’ll pull off my panties,

Ooh, yeah, boy, you’re gonna pull off my panties—

That is, if I’m wearing any.

I seem like one of those freaky kinda chicks,

‘Cause who the fuck stops to have a conversation with the guy who’s gonna rape the shit outta them in a few minutes?”

“You want me to call you “Daddy”,

And I wonder if you fuck your daughter;

That’s most likely gonna be the worst part about it.

Thinking about your daughter,

Or your someday daughter,

Having to call you “Daddy” every single day of her life.”

Silence.

He was bleeding on the sidewalk for almost four hours before

anyone found him.

She knew what she wanted.