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.

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.

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

Yells at dogs. Another red flag.

“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.”

“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.”