Daisy Anne's Revenge Walk

Afterwards, she grabbed a tissue when Daisy had her fill. Daisy got her phone and pressed play. CLICKED. 

Dahlia’s face loosened. She got up, walking to the toilet. I was messing, Daisy wanted to say.  After she finished the burger, dry but tasty.  She got into her bag to reapply her gloss, holding the three pills. The thought came back. Her heart raced. 

“You're just as bad as I am, a sneaky voice, Dahlia’s perhaps. 

“A taste of her own medicine, a louder voice appeared, hers.

She put them in, shaking it for good measure.

Dahlia came back, picking up her drink.

“I don't want to wet myself on the way back”

Daisy reassures her that the walk back would be quick, and sure enough, Dahlia drank every sip. 

Daisy wanted to walk a bit further. Dahlia obeyed with smaller steps. The street lights glowed soft orange. 

Dahlia said she felt weak. They sat at the bench, looking at the Christmas lights, hidden by the trees. 

“You've been using me like a slut, to those men today. Do you even love me?”

“You're getting a bit stale, not just in bed but in everything. As of THAT...I did it out of anger. "

As night darkened, Daisy felt a kiss on her cheek. Smile rose before she looked into her eyes and saw that Dahlia wasn’t Dahlia anymore. 

Knowing what is going to happen and to calm herself, they exchange kisses, tongues, and touch before Daisy pulls her lead. 

The location of that message was near the park. A voice in her mind, distant yet her soul manifested, said to go around the park. 

Dahlia held her head, leaning on her new Master.

“Walk on your fours, slut”

And that's what she did, no pause, no back talk. 

People still ignored them, gasped and pointed, words “Cheater” “Whores!” “Say, are you girls free?” 

Daisy swallowed more saliva than ever. She looked at the shops, the pavement, and her shadow, which grew larger, misshapen. 

Dahlia stopped walking straight and went into an alley. When she lifted her skirt, Daisy looked away.

Now she stood in a dimly lit alleyway, between two toy shops. The street was quieter than the street next to it, despite both being high streets. 

A middle-aged man walked, deep in his doomscrolling. Daisy closed her eyes as her pet started grabbing the man’s leg, saying, ‘Hi there, handsome’, ‘I want you’. ‘I need your dick up and back my cunt’

She pulled on her lead and apologised to the man. The man gave a wink to the needy slut before walking. A black thin car pulled up, window pulled down.

“I saw you loitering, Madame”

“Great!" huffed Daisy, I’m gonna get a ticket”

“No, we were looking for 'ladies for a night', if you know what I mean”

The elegant, smooth-talking men looked as rough and macho as lumberjacks during the fall. 

“How much a fuck?” The other man got hit for that comment. She’s not for sale, was Daisy's response.

“We were talking about you, explained the man

“I would rather eat shit then BREATH on you”

Christmas music played in a far, far shop. 

“Sorry for the inconvenience, madam. We can give you one hundred and fifty for five, five measly minutes of your sub time”

A voice, internal and vocally spoke for Daisy, “two-hundred, and you can piss on her”

The men gave her the money. Daisy gave them her sub. The driver looked at Daisy, face unmoving.

“I hope you eat shit”

They drove off in the opposite direction. 

The Doomscroller looked at Daisy, left, mumbling to himself.