SNATCH: A Dark Erotica (20 page)

Ami braced herself from completely falling again by thrusting her hands in front of her into the puddle of blood. Crouched on the floor in the puddle of blood and brain matter, she attempted to pick up the money from the floor. As she did, her hair continuously fell into her eyes. Frustrated, she brushed her hair behind her ear with her hand. Unbeknownst to her, her bloody hand slid along the side of her face, leaving a large bloody streak.

With her hand that held the pistol, she wiped her sweat-soaked brow, leaving another bloody streak across her forehead.

“What happened?” Ryan shouted.

“Guts. I stepped in guts,” she said. “No biggie.”

With bloody hands, she picked up each and every bill.

“And they’re porkfat,” Ami shouted. “Fried forkfats.”

Standing at the cooler, Ryan turned to face Ami and made eye contact. As he stood with his hands full of Red Bull, he raised his eyebrows in wonder.

She chuckled. “Pigskins. Fucking pork rinds. Whatever the fuck you wanna call ‘em. They’re low fat, low sodium, and high in protein.”

“That’s one of the things I love about you, baby. Through all of this, you’re health conscious,” Ryan shouted.

“That, and I’ll kill a motherfucker who gets in the way of my shopping habit,” Ami said with a laugh.

Ryan nodded. “That too.”

“Headlights,” Ryan shouted.

“For fuck’s sake,” Ami screamed as she stepped over the counter, one hand full of blood-covered money, the other bloody hand holding her pistol.

She turned to face Ryan. Her face, hands and arms were covered in blood. Ryan shook his head at the sight of her. As a vehicle pulled up alongside the gas pumps, his eyes shifted quickly to the parking lot.

The driver got out and began to attempt to pump fuel.

Ryan turned to face Ami. “You look like you’ve…”

He paused and shook his head as he studied the amount of blood that covered Ami.

“Been to hell and back?” Ami asked.

“Precisely,” Ryan responded.

She grinned. “Only for you, Baby.”

Her eyes, too, shifted toward the car at the gas pumps.

The driver, frustrated because the now dead attendant had not set the pump to be operational, began to walk toward the store entrance. As he approached, he stared down at his feet, shaking his head in frustration.

“Looks like he’s coming in,” Ryan whispered.

Ami began to walk toward the door, her gun held steady at arm’s length. As she got within a few feet of the door, the approaching man looked up and noticed Ami, the gun, blood, and money.

His eyes widened.

He turned and began to run toward the car.

“Grab my fucking pigskins,” Ami screamed over her shoulder.

Without hesitation, Ami opened the door, extended her arm, and took aim.

“
Run motherfucker
,” Ami whispered as she looked down the barrel of the pistol.

She chuckled as he reached for the door handle of the car.

“Fuck it, you’re gonna die anyway,” she said softly.

And she pulled the trigger.