Pretty Monster

by Sheridan Anne

There’s nothing worse than a man who leads a woman on, promises her the world, and then the next minute, he’s fucking her best friend in the bathroom at Whataburger while she’s busy slurping on a shake.

It’s gonna be fucking amazing, the sweetest rush, just like when you’re ordering McDonalds and they accidentally give you an extra cheeseburger for free.

I don’t give a shit about the list of people you refuse to date. I’m breaking your fucking rules, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

my giant dildo is suction cupped to the drywall, way too high for me to reach.

Chills sweep down my spine, my blood turning ice cold as my heart pounds a million miles an hour. I knew something was happening. I was starting to come to terms with the possibility of someone sneaking into my apartment, and not just some crazy neighbor fucking with me, but this? FUCK.

My heart races, and as I lose focus on the drawing in my sketchpad, I find a thrill pulsing through my body at the thought of this mystery stalker, and I immediately scold myself.

If I make it out of this alive, perhaps it’s time to look into seeing a therapist.

You know, apart from the syringe in the neck, but desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose.