Those terrified eyes open wide, and he asks, “W-what?”
I say it again. “Open. Your. Mouth.”
He starts crying—stuttering like a fool—scared shitless of what I’m going to do.
“Open your mouth, or I’ll put a bullet in your head.”
The sniveling little coward sobs, drool pouring down his chin, but he finally obeys and opens his mouth.
“Wide,” I command.
His bawling and panic-stricken gasps fill the space. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth as wide as possible.
I shove the gun deep into his throat, his muffled scream bringing me pure joy.
“Suck it.”
His breathing stops. Eyes open, and the fear I see in them sends a warm rush coursing through my veins.
He doesn’t move. With his hands still up and his body pressed against the wall, he looks at me like I’m speaking another language.
“Suck it,” I repeat. “Like a cock.”
He whimpers softly, making gagging noises, and I repeat, “Suck it like a cock or you die.”
A long, sorrowful moan is followed by his mouth closing around the gun.
He moves slowly, panting and gagging all the while. “Look at you. You’re a natural.”
Words can’t describe the sounds he’s making. A mix of pain and shame twists together to form a long, sustained wail that sounds like a pig squeal.
“Enough.”
I let him pull away and grab his throat. “I could kill you right now. I should, but I want you to deliver a message to your friends. If you or any of them ever bother Felix Hargrove again, I’ll bury you where no one will ever find you.”
I let the words settle into his brain.
“Boo.”
He shrieks loudly and cowers into a little ball on the ground.
“Get up. Finish the game. And never look at Felix again.”
I back away, and he pushes himself off the bathroom floor, choking as he runs away.
I follow him, watching him scurry like the little bug he is, as he takes a seat.
His friends look at him, showering him with a barrage of questions. One of them turns to me and glares.
I cock my head to the side and motion them to come forward, but they don’t. They just curse and give me the middle finger. The one I pummeled looks at me, and I point to my eyes and then to him. He quickly averts his gaze, and I laugh to myself. I take a seat a little distance away and watch them, and Felix, for the rest of the game.
With ten seconds left in the 4th quarter, my mind is everywhere but here. It’s been a long game, I’m cold, and it’s getting harder not to speak to Felix.
He’s so close.
I glance to check on him, only to find that he is looking right at me.
I freeze. My body tenses, and I rise to standing. He does too, and the two of us stare at one another while the cheers grow louder and the band begins to play. People start moving about, and I quickly make my exit.
