Slash or Pass (Final Girls)

by Tylor Paige

We had escaped. Constantine didn’t. She was right; but little did she know, there was one part of her story that wasn’t true.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it. I knew who was texting this late, but he’d have to wait so I could tell him everything. And he could thank me later.

“If you let me collar you, you’d get so many treats.” He put his hand against the door, pinning me against it. My heart stuttered as he pressed me into me. “What do you say, are you a good girl?”

“I always knew you’d be pretty, beautiful even, but sexy? God damn, Eisley.”

IT’S OKAY TO FUCK THE FINAL GIRL IF SHE’S YOUR WIFE.

“Eisley Rosales.” I smiled. “Weird to hear.” “Eisley Blackwood. We’ll be getting that changed.” He grabbed the necklace around my neck and yanked me forward. Pinching the ring between his fingers, he growled, “You’re mine, in every sense of the word, wife.”

“Apparently, the idea of burying a body makes me incredibly horny. When I get home, I’m going to fuck you like I’m trying to wake the dead.”