They Never Learn

by Layne Fargo

I’ve spent the past sixteen years murdering men who deserve it, and I’m not about to get sloppy now.

Five boys raped Megan Foster, but only one of them did it while stone-cold sober.

You’d be so pretty if you smiled.

Men 🤮

Reading was my most reliable escape in childhood, the one way I could get away from my father while still trapped in the same space with him.

“Men like him don’t want a relationship, they want a fan club. The more members the better.”

“You think flirting is an invitation for him to assault her?”

“Okay, sure, fine,” he says. “But like, we can’t go around killing every rapist and baking them into pies?” “Why not?” Mikayla twists around to glare at him. “You scared?”

He wasn’t afraid of me, I write. That was his first mistake.

I’m a monster, just like the men I kill.