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.

“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.”

“You shouldn’t touch what isn’t yours.” I pulled the knife out and plunged it again into her belly. “So, to answer your question…” I brought the knife to her chest, right between her tits, and sunk it deep into her skin, making sure she would not survive. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.”