Slash or Pass (Final Girls)

by Tylor Paige

This book is for all you Whorror Babies who’ve asked your partner to buy a Ghostface mask for… reasons. I see you boo. I got you.

Eisley and I knew better than anyone that being outside in the dark was dangerous. You never knew what was out there.

was already hers. We both knew that. I’d been hers since the day we’d been taken by the Family and tossed in a room together. We were so little, but I knew even then that I’d do anything for her.

I didn’t like asking about the gifts men gave her as much as she didn’t like me fucking other women.

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?”

“Ooh, a mask,” she teased. “Ghostface? How original. I’m scared.”

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

“I’m going to come up to your room and fuck you with my mask still on.”

If she was being lied to about who I was, it’d crush her. Thankfully, it was me. The boy she’d spent five years in solitude with. The boy who protected her, held her when she cried, and eventually helped her escape.

“Are you my ex?” she asked. “Because last time I checked, we’re both wearing our rings.” At

“I can’t believe you’ve been alive this entire time and you didn’t come for me. Ten years! Ten fucking years, Constantine!”

“You say you’re angry at me, but your dripping pussy tells another story. Tell me Eisley, now who’s lying to who?”

“I can hardly call you my husband. Husbands don’t up and leave for ten years without telling their wives.”

“You bastard!” I screamed. “This whole time you knew I was here and you did nothing! You let me mourn over you, when you could have walked right on over at any time. Fuck you!”

Eisley being my pretty little virgin was the hottest fucking thing in my mind. And I needed to hear it.

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

“I’m your husband. I’m not using a fucking condom when I pop your cherry,” I growled.

She felt like fucking heaven, her pussy walls tight and screaming against my cock. I’d never fucked a virgin before. This was Eisley, the girl I’d been dreaming about for ten years, the first girl I’d jerked it to, the girl I thought of every time I fucked someone else, and now, we were finally together.

He had been my protector then, and he was my protector now. An

“The idea of a masked man coming in and tying me up, making me completely vulnerable to whatever he wants to do with me…” Her lips let out a small moan and then her eyes popped open. She

“It’s your turn to run, fucking Ghostface. You think just because your face is covered, you’re safe? I know who you are.”

“We are?” I laughed and pointed to my chest. “I ain’t shit. I don’t even have a last name, let alone one with status. Sounds like a you problem.”

“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.”

“Suck this knife like it was the best cock you’ve ever tasted, or I’ll spin it around and make you take the sharp end between your lips.”

asked you to come because he’s been arrested. Kansas, they think he’s the murderer.”

FOLLOW YOUR FINAL GIRL’S LEAD, AND YOU’LL BE REWARDED.

“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.” I’d gotten a taste; I wasn’t going to just let her slip away.

“Either she chooses, and she chooses correctly, or I’ll kill both of you and take your precious little Eisley for my next wife, you little shit.”

“You’re beautiful when you cry. I hate it, and yet, long to be the one you run to.”

“You’ve got a beautiful pussy, Eisley. I’m going to taste it now, and I’m not stopping until your legs are shaking.” My heart hammered as Kansas moved closer and his tongue came into contact with my wetness.

“What did you put on the knife?” I gasped through the pain. Dave held the knife up to the sun. “You like it? It’s my own concoction. Something the Reanimator can’t heal.”

He ran his tongue along his teeth and sighed. "No. I've always known you loved him too. That's why I did what I did."

"A man and wife shall lay together in the carnal way for all to see. The Family cannot succeed unless the newly coupled touch, flesh to flesh. With the rings, Eisley, you promise to not allow another man to enter you, nor give you the ultimate pleasure a body can experience. You will wait for your husband to bestow his seed and his gifts to you. Do you understand?"

"Were you running because you were really scared I'd kill you? Or were you running because you like it when I chase you?"

"If you run, I will catch you, and you will not like what I do after." Her panicked brown eyes flicked to my unbuttoned pants and then back to my face.

"We're not asking you to," Kansas said. "If you want us both, then you'll get us both. Lead the way."

I didn't need to choose which one to save, because they saved me.