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.

“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.”

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

Rule 20 - Constantine 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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”