Flash Fiction - Winner

Beautiful Brutal - Joseph Cesare

As I was going to sleep that night, I considered the very real possibility that she may end my life before morning. The night's head games had been particularly intense, and as I lay in bed, freshly fucked, tasting my own bloody lips, I didn't wonder IF but HOW she would do it. I decided promptly that she lacked the wholehearted and heavy-handed commitment required for some blunt force trauma... and actually, any bludgeoning was far from her style. My girl would never do that, I considered her far too delicate.
It occurred to me that she WOULD theoretically poison me, however. Except that I DO believe that her contrasting elation earlier in the evening was sincere, if maniacal, so she probably hadn't had the foresight to do so. Poison, however, is somewhat closer to considerable.
But why would she, my wilting, blooming flower, want to end me, her well-intentioned if clumsy gardener? As I shivered with post-climax, the beautiful, brutal, buxom, blonde on my arm rolled over and kissed my neck. Through a haze of deep sleep she reached out a hand, which at first stroked my chest, but soon was digging deep trenches into my flesh with her claws, as they wandered painfully down my stomach. I flinched and squirmed in pain but not surprise. She'd done this many times before, like some fucking cat...and then I realized EXACTLY how she would do it.
There was this blade I bought her for her 16th birthday, to protect her when I couldn't. It now shimmered red and deadly in the faint light that crept in from the street, on a bedside table beneath the window. She kept it with her always, dreaming of a day when its cruel design would be self-realizing, an equalizing force in her life.
I had encouraged her to cut me once, in the throes of a sadomasochistic romp, and she eventually did, but not before I told her! to... and I quote...'stab me in the heart.' Our eyes met as she slice d into my chest, and she screamed in orgasmic crescendo, as the blood; MY BLOOD trickled down to her pink linen sheets.
So how did I sleep with this knowledge curled up beneath my arm, leg draped over my body? I don't know exactly... but I remember that it wasn't difficult.