Slash or Pass (Final Girls)

by Tylor Paige

“Yes and no. There’s some reenactments. They want to go for some award, I guess. I don’t know.” She pushed herself inside. “Have you seen the news? It’s been circling on and off all morning.” “No, I don’t have cable.” I shut the door and followed her back into the house. It was far too early for this. “And since when do you wake up early enough to catch the news?” “Hold on, I’ll pull it up.” She typed furiously on her phone, ignoring my comment. “With all your cam money, you should really get cable,” she muttered.

“They found a survivor,” she said while continuing to stare at her screen. My blood chilled. “What? No, there were no survivors. They found them all dead. The M—” I gulped and forced myself to slow down. “The Sinister Minister stabbed them all before turning the knife on himself.” I recalled the articles and news reports. They’d confirmed it. All nine Mothers, all nine Fathers, and the Minister.

“Apparently, there was one who got away.” Therese, ever the know-it-all, turned her phone and gave me the biggest shit-eating grin. “The Sinister Minister had a son.” My mind went blank as I stared at her screen. There, smiling, laughing, and clutching the necklace with his wedding ring on it, was a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes. He was talking to someone slightly off-screen and then turned to face the camera. Constantine.

Sitting on the bed in my hotel room, I ran a rag covered in a salt and vinegar mix over my knife, cleaning away the blood from the teens I’d encountered earlier. After I’d left the woods, I went across the street and was pleasantly surprised to find my letter to Eisley missing. Considering only a handful of people on this god-forsaken sphere knew what that cross symbolized, and the state in which it’d been left, it was a safe bet that it was her who had picked up the white envelope.

Little Eisley was all grown up. My cock throbbed as images flashed in my head of her in her little goth kitchen, brewing tea and talking emphatically about whatever cutesy little baking thing she made that day. She’d grown up to be so fucking beautiful. So sexy. And smart. She knew what she had and used it to make money. I’d seen her bank account and the house she lived in. She was making a killing as a cam girl. A rather chaste cam girl. Which, was even more impressive. When I’d first seen her pop up on my phone while doom-scrolling, it was a pleasant surprise. I’d always maintained that I’d come back for her, but to observe from a distance like this was… hot. I felt almost like a voyeur, watching the videos of her doing very innocent things while wearing clothes just on the edge of it. She was a minx, a tease, and the sexiest thing about her was that she was still a virgin. I couldn’t wait to change that.

“Okay, witches.” She grinned and leaned forward, her tits spilled out of the low-cut lacy dress she had on. “I think it’s time to spill the tea. What do you think?” A flood of gifts appeared. I’d checked the prices of the diamonds, the crowns, the little hats, and other random items signifying real money. Eisley was making bank, even without the after-dark content.

“I had a friend over this weekend,” she confessed. The blush in her cheeks as she nibbled on her lower lip caused a low groan to escape my throat. You’ve got a boyfriend? Boo There’s no way you’re straight Slut Will it be on your site? She read some comments aloud, laughed them off, and then kept going. “He’s not my boyfriend, guys, calm down. But I did have a fantastic weekend. I got to try out my newest tea blend with him. He also loved my blueberry jam. He ate almost the entire jar with my homemade biscuits. We also baked a cake.”

She cocked an eyebrow and stared directly into the camera lens. A sly grin slid onto her full lips and she ran her pink tongue along her lower lip. My cock jumped to attention. Growing brave, I...

She pulled back, eyed the comments, and kept talking. “It was for a friend of ours. His birthday was this weekend, and we thought we’d celebrate by baking a cake in his honor.” It was my birthday this weekend. She’d baked a cake for me? I sat up, now invested in this. What was his name? My comment sparked a flood of mimics. Eisley looked uncomfortable but finally answered. “I’d like to respect his privacy.” Say his name. I typed, and everyone did the same, which prompted her to put her hand on her hip and glare at the camera.

“Guys, this isn’t cool. I’ve had a really emotionally draining weekend and I don’t need this tonight. I’ll try another live tomorrow.” She leaned forward and started to shut the live off. I panicked. Groaning, I pushed the little tiara on the screen, sending her fifty dollars. That got her attention, and she paused.

Stay. I typed. Not wanting to disappoint her paying customers, she put on a smile. “Okay.” She clapped and took a deep breath. “How about I do a little AMA, within reason. I can pick and choose what to answer, but since I got a gift, I’ll let them go first.” She squinted to look for my username. I stood up and, with one hand holding the phone, I grabbed my keys and backpack, sliding it over my shoulder. “Ministersmonster, go ahead and ask three questions.” I left my hotel room and quickly typed as I walked to my car. Who did you choose that night?

I hopped into my car and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. I was less than five miles from her place. I could make it by the third question. She was laughing and giggling and playing it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you can elaborate and I’ll come back to you. Now, someone in the chat just asked what my favorite cake flavor is. I’m going to go with a homemade pineapple upside-down cake. Hmm, maybe that’ll be the next cake I make for a video. Do you guys want my recipe?” I took a turn and kept driving. When I paused at a red light, I pulled out my phone and typed my second question.

I’m ready for another answer since you didn’t like my first question. She huffed. “Fine, but I reserve the right to choose whether or not to answer it.” I rolled my eyes and typed. What’s up with the wedding ring you wear around your neck?

She read it, and her face went pale. She reached for the necklace, pulling the long chain from between her perfect breasts. “How did you know…” Her voice trembled, and she sat back up. The light turned green, and I floored it.

“Look, sometimes you guys are all too much. It feels like you, Ministersmonster, might want to talk in private, and that’s fine, but you need to go through my website and not here.” One more question. I typed quickly. “No more questions,” she snapped. “I’m sorry, this guy has really given me the creeps. I’m going to go, guys. I’ll do a video soon.” She shut the live stream off as I reached her backyard. I climbed over the fence and slowly made my way to the window that I knew was unlocked. With care, I slid it open and climbed inside, finding myself in her basement.

Pulling my phone, along with my mask from my backpack out, I went to her website and leaned against the wall. I clicked on the giant chat with me button. It said she was online. Would she pick up if I called? I slid my mask on and steadied my breathing, and requested a video call. She did, and then for the first time in ten years, we were looking at each other.

“Ooh, a mask,” she teased. “Ghostface? How original. I’m scared.” I nodded slowly. She should be. “What exactly did you want, Monster?” “You,” I answered. “Oh yeah?” She laughed and fell back onto what looked like her bed. “If you can find me, you can have me.” Oh, princess, don’t make empty promises. “Goodbye asshole.” She ended the video call a second later. I stared at the screen and then chose something that would truly scare her. I click...

There was a long pause before her name reappeared on my screen. Who is this? I grinned. Who do you want it to be? And then my phone started ringing. I stared at it for a moment before picking it up.

“Hello.” I kept my voice low to not be heard above, although I knew she hadn’t left her room. I would have heard the creaks of the floorboards. “Who is this?” she demanded. “Is that how you speak to your husband after all these years?” Silence. And then, a whisper. “Constantine?”

“I always knew you’d be pretty, beautiful even, but sexy? God damn, Eisley.” I laughed dryly and began to pace her basement. Boxes of old clothes and gardening books sat all along the walls. “You’re a fox.” “And you’re a ghost, apparently.” I was still wearing my mask. “Do you like it?” Silence, and then again, a whisper. A confession. “Yes. Although your username could be better.” “You don’t like it?” My cock pulsed in my jea...

“A little birdie tells me your cherry is still intact. Is that true?” “I—...

“Without me?” She sighed. “Without you.” “You saw the news,” I said, not asking. “I did. How?” I ran my hand along my chest, feeling the long, thick scars under my shirt. “It’s a long story, but, as it turns out, dear old...

“I’ve seen your website, Eisley. Do you strip for those men? Do you film yourself touching yourself for them?” “Not even once.” “Why not?” “They pay me enough just to talk to them.” Lies. I’d seen some of her more risqué ones. While she never showed nipples or her pussy, she sure moaned a lot while rolling around in lacy nightgowns. “And if someone paid you more?” “How much more?” she purred into the phone. O...

My cock was now at full mast. The image of her sitting on a fake cock and working it like a real one made my heart palpitate. “You’re a tease,” I chastised. “What are you going to do about it?” “I’m going to come up to your room and fuck you with my mask still on.” Her breathing hitched. “How do I know this isn’t some sick joke?” My heart tore at the crack in her voice. She’d waited for me, despite thinking I’d been dead for the last ten years. If she was being lied to about who I was, it’d crush her. Thankfully, it was me...

I gulped and repeated the last words I’d said to her before I pushed her away, only to be brutally punished for it later. “Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t l...

“I-I don’t believe it’s you.” Ah, she’d gone down for more wine. Good. “Why not?” “Because the Constantine I knew wouldn’t have abandoned me for ten years. And now you just show up? What’s up with that?” “What’s your poison tonight?” I asked, reciting her catchphrase back to her. “Wine, a very good wine. All of my very good bourbon is gone.” She giggled. “Guess who drank it before you could get here?” “Is that all he drank?” I snarled. She sighed. “Yes, although now I wished I’d let him. I’m mad at you right now.”

She must have slammed the bottle. Which meant the pill I’d slipped into the bottle on her counter when I was here earlier was in her system already. “Apparently. Is this what you do when you’re mad? Make drunk calls to your exes?” “Are you my ex?” she asked. “Because last time I checked, we’re both wearing our rings.” At that, I started up the stairs, as quietly as I could manage. “Constantine, are you still in my house?” she purred into the phone as I walked right through her kitchen, past her living room, and up the stairs to her bedroom. “What would you do if I was?” I growled. “Mmmm… maybe I’d let you be the first… to watch me.” Like hell. I would not watch. I would participate. But, I’d shelve that idea for later.

“I’m going to go now,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Why?” “Because I’ve got an appointment.” I reached for the doorknob and turned it, letting the door swing slowly open. Eisley sat up quickly and stared at me in horror. I took a moment to soak in her beauty. She had changed out of her clothes and slipped into a black, lacy negligee with only panties to match. Her perfect tits shone right through. I stormed over to her and pushed her down onto her pillows, crawling over her.

She groaned as my hand slid from her hips up, grazing her breasts and collarbone and pausing at her neck. She was so beautiful. “Constantine?” she asked me, but I didn’t answer. Instead, I bent and inhaled deeply through the mask. She smelled divine. I’d spent so many years imagining this moment, and here it was. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured as my hands found her tits and caressed the budding nipple. “When was the last time you came?” “Never.” She gasped and put her hands around me. “By choice?” She nodded. Why was that so fucking hot? “I’m going to help with that. You’ll have no choice tonight.”

“You think you can just force it?” She closed her eyes, and with great trepidation, I lifted my mask to my forehead, and began kissing down her body. “I don’t think anything,” I said sharply, my hand returning to her neck. I dipped my other hand under the negligee and ran along the top of her panties. “Are you bare?” I slid under the thin fabric. Her pussy was smooth, and when I par...

My cock pressed hard against her thigh as I kept working my fingers. Suddenly, I didn’t want to come. My mission tonight was to watch her unravel on my fingers… and all over my tongue. “Ah!” She bucked her hips, and I took that opportunity to let go of her neck and grab her hips. I shoved her panties down and ripped her thighs apart. Her hands went to my mask, but I glared at her. A low guttural growl came from my throat, and she dropped back down onto the pillow and released me. I adjusted the mask slightly lower, but kept it off my face so that I could eat her beautiful pussy as much as I wanted to. I spread he...

I sucked on her clit and slid a finger inside her. She instantly tightened, and I pulled b...

I ran my hands down her thighs, and she shivered as I continued lapping and sucking on her soaking pussy until finally, she tensed and let out a sharp cry. Her pussy pulsed against my lips and her orgasm gushed, making her even wetter than before. Her face was a mask of pure surprise, bliss, and exhaustion. Her brown eyes rolled to the top of her head, and she promptly passed out. She wouldn’t rem...

I woke up severely hungover. Why did my head hurt so much? I could barely open my eyes without flinching. The dim light peeking through my dark curtains was killing me. What happened last night? I got out of bed on wobbly legs. I took a step and kicked a wine bottle. Did I drink? I scrunched my nose and went to the shower, trying hard to recall something, anything from the night before. I’d been upset about the wedding license and the letter from the film crew. But after that… nothing. Carefully, I took off my necklace.

I considered the reality of my situation. I was a single woman living alone. With people trying to get me to react to… something. I needed to take extra precautions. I spent the morning looking up what kind of cameras worked best for home security.

Eventually, the headache began to disappear, and I started to feel like myself again. Albeit, still, I’d avoided my meds again. Did I really...

“What have you been up to?” Therese asked me, dipping the last of her fries in ketchup. I took a sip of my water. I was staying away from alcohol for a while. “I went and bought a bunch of home security stuff.” “Why? Do you have a stalker now?” Soleil smirked. “I didn’t realize you were that famous.” “Salty much?” Emi rolled her eyes at her. “It’s probably smart, considering you’re single, alone, and gorgeous.” I blushed. “She’s not single,” Soleil objected. “I thought you had a boyfriend now. Kansas?” “Yeah, what’s going on there?” Spencer, her boyfriend, leaned forward. “Nothing. We’re just friends. I’m not seeing anyone.” “You know…” Therese grabbed another fry. “You could tell us if you were gay.”

“Or Ace,” Emi added. “Or bi.” Soleil, sitting directly beside me, slid her hand over my thigh. “I’m not gay or ace.” I shot my friends looks and pushed Soleil’s hand away. “And if I were bi, you’d all be the first to know.” “Okay, but it’s weird, right?” Therese looked around for support. “You’re twenty-one and have never been with anyone. Like, even a date. It’s weird, right?” There were mumbles across the table.

“Maybe I haven’t found anyone interesting enough.” I sipped my water. “This town doesn’t offer much.” The men around the table began to laugh and holler at my diss. I sat back, satisfied that they’d stop talking about me, when suddenly someone passed by the table, causing everyone to quiet down. “Do you know who that is?” Therese hunched over the table. “Who?” I looked around. “That’s the guy! The Sinister Minister’s kid,” she whisper-yelled. “...

“What? Look at him.” Soleil pointed to the man standing at the bar. “You can’t tell me he’s not hot.” She looked at us for support. They all glanced his way and nodded eagerly. She nudged me. “What about you, Miss Picky? Is he interesting enough?” I stiffened. My heart was beating so hard my chest hurt. “I have to go to the bathroom.” I shot up and out of my seat before anyone could ar...

I went to the sink and tossed cold water on my face while I tried to steady my breathing. He was here. Just outside the door at the bar, Constantine was alive and well. Did he know I was here too? The door swung open a moment later as if on cue. “I’m in here!” I spun around to push the pe...

Jet-black hair shaved down at the sides but longer on top curved just enough for one strand to fall over his eyes. His jawline and nose were shaped beautifully, and his eyes were a piercing blue. Tattoos covered his arms, and a light, day-old stubble dusted his face. His muscles were large, highlighted by his tight black shirt and ripped jeans. Everything about him oozed bad boy, and something inside me told me he m...

My heart sped right back up at hearing his voice for the first time in ten years. “Constantine,” I blinked rapidly, still in utter disbelief. “you’re alive.” “I am. Did you wait for me?” “Wait for you?” Suddenly, my shock and fear were gone, and all I felt was rage. I stormed over to him and shoved my hands into his hard chest. “What do you mean wait for you? I thought you were dead!” “Did you though?” He grinned, but it wasn’t funny. “I find it hard to believe you were sold on the idea.” “How could I not be?” Tears sprung to my eyes and...

“Like father like son, huh?” I let out a scream of anguish and turned away from him. “I can’t believe you’ve been alive this entire time and you didn’t come for me. Ten years! Ten fucking years, Constantine!” His hands squeezed my shoulders and spun me back around, forcing me to face him. “You think I didn’t want to come get you?” he said through gritted teeth. “Of course I did. It’s not as simple as that. Our story is a lot deeper than what you realize Eisley. I had to wait for the right time to...

Constantine’s thumb ran over my cheeks, wiping the tears away. “Don’t cry anymore. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere this time.” How could I trust him? He’d been letting me live a lie for ten years. “You just have to trust me, princess.” Large, warm arms covered me, pulling me into him. I wanted to resist, to shove him away again, but… I didn’t. I inhaled the smell of his cologne and slowly, my heart began to relax and I could breathe again. “This can’t b...

Constantine’s hands began to roam down my back and rested on my ass. He squeezed. “I do hate you.” I repeated. “You let me think you were dead.” “I had to.” His hands traveled to the front of my hips and began pulling my dress slowly up. He leaned down, and I felt his warm breath on my neck. “I needed to see how long yo...

“Did I what?” I gasped, as he began to massage me over my panties. “Did you allow someone else to take what’s rightfully mine?” “What if I did?” My heart hammered as I tested him. I arched my back into him as Constantine slid under the thin fabric and teased my folds. “You say you’re angry at me, but y...

My mind screamed for me to push him away. This was a total stranger. But my body desperately begged for him to keep going. He wasn’t… entirely strange. I knew him once, and I did love him then. It wasn’t until someone knocked, that I remembered we were in a public bathroom at a bar. I shoved him away and straightened my dress. “Occupied!” “Yeah it is,” Constantine tried to touch me again but I put my hands up. “No, we can’t do this here. We shouldn’t be doing it at all.” I glanced at my flushed reflection and scowled. What was happening?

I steeled myself and abandoned the bathroom, leaving Constantine behind. I returned to my table, where minutes later, a waitress came by with a beer for me. “This is from the man at the bar.” She pointed and all of us turned to see Constantine nodding at me. “Do you know him?” Soleil asked. “Uh—” I took the drink and sipped it while everyone stared at me in wonder. “Maybe he’s the one you’ve been looking for,” Emi suggested. “Go thank him for the drink.” “Is that a good idea? The guy looks like a creep.” Spencer shot her a dirty look. My stomach, already tight with nerves, suddenly revolted completely. I stood back up, after just returning, and declared that I wanted to leave.