Eunuch Californian

By

Preston Kulllingher

I’m tired of fucking you, he said.
Slammed the trailer door and left aimlessly, leaving her crying sitting on the edge of the bed. Searched for cigarettes in his pockets and found none which made him more impatient and nervous. He cursed the wind and the surrounding trees on fury. He wanted to return to the trailer, but she was still there and he didn’t want to see her crying it gave him a strange feeling. She had tired of crying, had wiped her tears on the bedspread, drank a shot of tequila in a dirty glass, straightened her hair, took a deep breath, and left. She passed him without looking; He sitting on the grass, resigned, watching her pass, shouted:

Go, Go, go away, leave me alone, you fucking whore. I want to fuck new meat.

She cried even more at listened and hurried on. Desire the death for that rat.
Something made him act like a despicable human being as soon as he began to build good feelings for someone or something, he immediately wanted to destroy. So he lived in an old dirty trailer near an old tile factory and a scrub; With nothing inside, just a few cigarette packs scattered on the floor, a bottle of drink inside the refrigerator. Clothes had few. How could a caucasian blonde West Hollywood young girl, raised in the highest luxury, get involved with a guy like him? He was ugly, skinny and unshaven, had bizarre tattoos on his arms, smelled of cheap Mexican cigarettes and tequila. He earned some money by washing cars in a jet launder, spent everything with drinks, cigarettes, billiards and whores.
She came back at nightfall but he wasn’t, had gone to the bar playing billiards. She waited for him inside the trailer where a sex odor mingled with cigarettes and ashes. She lay on the bed in her transparent silk gown getting drunk with the scent of her man. The excitement had been taking hold of her then she began a fast and strong masturbation, sweated, moaned loudly, there was no neighborhood to listen to her; Fast, Fast, up and down, fingers on frantic movements, she was literally fucking herself. Then stopped, exhausted. The adrenaline going down, thoughts slowly returning, she looked at herself in the mirror, it was almost poetic, a Buckowiskyan poetry.
He came staggering and drunk, could barely stand upright. He opened the door with difficulty, went in, and fell on the bed. She looked at him in a sigh, came slowly, climbed up, spread her legs, brushed a little, started a cavalcade; He muttered meaningless, flaccid cock, she struggling for an erection on the other side but nothing, in the heat of the emotion of that embarrassing attempt at pleasure, he says:

– Denise

A tear ran down. Wasn’t her name.
She got up and went to the kitchen, took a loaf of bread, returned the same position she was galloping a few seconds ago.

– “If it’s not all mine, it will not be anyone’s either.”

With a quick and unswerving movement she cut the penis. A loud wolf howl through the night, blood spilled on the bed and she with the cock in her hand stepped out of the trailer and threw it away in the thicket.
It was done, she had cut the instrument that had so often given pleasure. The blood flowed and he moaned, he didn’t have the strength to get up, he was too drunk. He would bleed to death and she knew it, and just stared at it, devoid of action, without feeling, holding the bloodied knife watching that filthy beast thrashing like a slaughtered chicken.

– What did you do, bitch?
– Say my name?
– “Ohh … God …” – He moaned loudly, sobbing in pain.
– Say my name disgusting pig.
– Ooohh … help me … help, I’m dying.
– Who’s Denise? – she shouted – The impassivity of before had become a feeling of pure hate.

He struggled with convulsions on the blood-soaked bed, his hand where the symbol of his manhood had once been, his gaze petrified, the result of body shocking state.
She came around. Looked at the mirror that was in front of the bed, it was beautiful if it wasn’t tragic, she had become a murderer. Dropped the knife, paced the trailer with his hands on head, gave a sharp desperate shout:

– Shit! What did I do?”

He did not move anymore, he was lying half on the side with both hands where his cock had once been.
Just 18yo, gorgeous, rich and now murderess. Definitely going to jail, perhaps killed in the electric chair under the laws of California; Or lethal injection, or maybe she would be sentenced to life imprisonment, which would be worse: to spend his entire life in prison, unable to shop, go to the salon to have your nails done, blow dry one’s hair, to makeup, get a skin-buffing treatment, what horror. She went to the living room, took the cell phone from the bag.
A few minutes later a black rolls royce stopped beside the trailer get down a big security that looks like Terry Crews and a mafia boss in a couture suit, that kind of businessman who owns half of Los Angeles and exploits child labor in some part of Asia without the slightest crisis of consciousness. The old man made a face of disgust all the time, got into the trailer and saw his youngest daughter sitting on a stool, paralyzed, looking forward, robotic. He glanced inside the trailer, walked toward the room, saw the ham on the bed, took care not to soak the shoes of legitimate crocodile and turned to his daughter, took a good look at her, paced thoughtfully. Terry Crews was waiting outside the trailer with a gun. The old then took off his glasses, put them in the pocket of his suit with the utmost calm, gave a sigh of disappointment, and a pretty open-handed slap that striking her left cheek full. He took her by the shoulders and shook pretty hard.

– Look at me you fucking little shit, is that what I brought you up for? Hm? To be walking in sewage with rats, crack addict? Hm? – One more slap. – Get out of my way.

She came out crying and ran in the car. The old left the trailer cleaning his hands and suit. He put on his glasses again, stopped next to the car, smoked quietly a Cuban cigar while Terry finished the service. Black gloves, the trailer gas tube, and a bare wire were needed to blow up everything and nothing remains to explain the story of the Californian eunuch found charred in the trailer.

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