That Sik Luv

by Jescie Hall

She grips my jaw roughly at the sentiment and spits down into my open mouth. Too shocked by the sudden act to retort, she slaps me with an opened palm to my face, sending my neck snapping to the side,

Ok seriously wtf

I am his Satan and salvation, and this man can’t decide which road to take.

Literally ew ew ew

I couldn’t tempt him the way I thought I could. I was so confident I could make this man sin with me,

Legit ew-

“Come on now, son. Cry out for me like you used to. Stop holding it all in.” His free hand sweeps some of my hair off my forehead before he cups my cheek, bending forward until we’re face to face. “I used to get so hard for those sweet little whimpers,” he whispers in a disturbingly calm tone.

I’m gonna throw up